Post by angelus75 on Feb 15, 2008 15:49:33 GMT -5
Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction story, and it has to do with Angel, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My g/f is encouraging me to pursue this story, I have one chapter so far, so please fell free to comment, and let me know what you think. Encouragement is a must Lol. Thank you.
Redemption
A vampire with a soul, we have all heard this story before, Angel thought to himself as he walked. My life was perfect just a couple of years ago, when I had Buffy at my side in Sunnydale, Spike was evil, Nothing could defeat me, and I felt like I was at home. Now I’m in a God forsaken city, without a son, no girlfriend, living at least, and I’m constantly fighting to redeem myself for the sins I have committed. As Angel walked he tossed his coat back as he splashed his new boots in a big puddle in the street. The alley seemed to go on forever; it was a dark, damp, and cold place, which seemed all too familiar in his days of slaying.
“When did you get here?” Angel said as he looked over by the fire escape of an old apartment building.
“Just a minute ago mate, you looked lost in thought. Thinking about our girl again?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Spike, she’s not our girl.”
Spike lit his cigarette and took a long drag, “What the bloody hell do you mean, not our girl? Have you been brooding for so long that you can’t remember that we both died for her?”
“Yeah, I remember, but as far as the dying thing goes, I gave my life her, and saved the world.” Angel said as he waved the smoke away from his face.
“Me too, or didn’t you get the memo I left on your desk. This soul thing doesn’t make any sense anymore, it’s like I’m stuck here on this bloody planet until I either die again and go to hell, or the big guy sends me his personal jet.”
“It makes perfect sense, we fought the good fight, and now that it’s over we have unfinished business to take care of before we can make it to the next step.” Angel says as he starts walking towards his red sleek viper.
“Can I come? There isn’t much to do now that the apocalypse is over.” Spike says as he walks towards the car.
“No, I need some time alone Spike, and whenever you come around, all you do is cause problems for me.”
“I love you too” Spike takes his last drag on his Marlboro red, and then stomps it out. “You know you can’t beat yourself up for everything that’s happened in your life.
This isn’t the past anymore, things are different now, no war, nothing left to fight except our souls and making things right Angel.”
Angel starts his car and pulls out into the street; he looks back at Spike as he drives off. Man, I could have saved Gunn, if I had just taken out those two vampires before going after that dragon. Wesley would have lived if he had come with us. Illyria is gone, and I haven’t seen her since that night in the alley. Angel accelerates to 65 and concentrates on the road. Five minutes pass as he pulls up next to an old and stingy warehouse downtown. Angel smells a scent he hasn’t smelled in a long time. He starts to think about the hotel, and holding his son next to the crib, when a door opens and a forgotten voice says...
“Hello Angel.”
Meanwhile Spike walks down into a demon bar he hasn’t been to in a while. He opens the door and a fist meets with his jaw.
“What the Hell?”
“Sorry, I thought you were a victim.” A vamp says as he snarls.
Spike gets up, dusts off his coat, and wipes the blood from his lip and his face changes.
“You’re gonna pay for that” he says as he connects with the vamps jaw. They back up and stare each other down.
Spike sizes him up and then leaps towards him. The vamp dodges him, and makes a roundhouse kick which Spike catches and gives him another lick to the face. Spike pulls a stake out of his jacket pocket as the vamp hits the concrete. He casually walks over and stabs the vamp right through the heart. As the vampire turns to ash, Spike lights a cigarette and steps inside.
“What’ll it be tonight, Spike?” the bartender asks while cleaning a shot glass. Spike pulls the ashtray next to him from across the bar and ashes his cigarette after taking a long drag.
“I’ll have a double shot of whiskey.”
After taking a drink, he watches the showgirls dancing across from him on the stage. There is a beautiful skinny blonde wearing a black lacey bra, black g-string, black sheer stockings, and 6-inch heels. On the right is a young redhead wearing a nurse costume dancing with a short brunette vengeance demon. The dancers start to move faster as a DJ puts on a techno song.
Why am I still here? Spike thinks while taking another drag. I’ve done it all, seen it all, and killed just about anything that moved. I was evil and didn’t give a damn what happened to me. I’ve fallen in love, with two women who have torn my heart out. I got my soul back, fought evil, saved the world, and drank almost every bar out of business. He sighs, puts out his cigarette and motions for the bartender to give him another whiskey. The only thing I have left to do is confront Buffy and tell her how I feel. He thinks about her blonde, soft hair, and starts to remember how she would look at him. He starts to feel anxious and snaps out of it. After taking his shot he puts his head down and closes his eyes as he blacks out.
“I’ve got to find Buffy.”
Redemption
A vampire with a soul, we have all heard this story before, Angel thought to himself as he walked. My life was perfect just a couple of years ago, when I had Buffy at my side in Sunnydale, Spike was evil, Nothing could defeat me, and I felt like I was at home. Now I’m in a God forsaken city, without a son, no girlfriend, living at least, and I’m constantly fighting to redeem myself for the sins I have committed. As Angel walked he tossed his coat back as he splashed his new boots in a big puddle in the street. The alley seemed to go on forever; it was a dark, damp, and cold place, which seemed all too familiar in his days of slaying.
“When did you get here?” Angel said as he looked over by the fire escape of an old apartment building.
“Just a minute ago mate, you looked lost in thought. Thinking about our girl again?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Spike, she’s not our girl.”
Spike lit his cigarette and took a long drag, “What the bloody hell do you mean, not our girl? Have you been brooding for so long that you can’t remember that we both died for her?”
“Yeah, I remember, but as far as the dying thing goes, I gave my life her, and saved the world.” Angel said as he waved the smoke away from his face.
“Me too, or didn’t you get the memo I left on your desk. This soul thing doesn’t make any sense anymore, it’s like I’m stuck here on this bloody planet until I either die again and go to hell, or the big guy sends me his personal jet.”
“It makes perfect sense, we fought the good fight, and now that it’s over we have unfinished business to take care of before we can make it to the next step.” Angel says as he starts walking towards his red sleek viper.
“Can I come? There isn’t much to do now that the apocalypse is over.” Spike says as he walks towards the car.
“No, I need some time alone Spike, and whenever you come around, all you do is cause problems for me.”
“I love you too” Spike takes his last drag on his Marlboro red, and then stomps it out. “You know you can’t beat yourself up for everything that’s happened in your life.
This isn’t the past anymore, things are different now, no war, nothing left to fight except our souls and making things right Angel.”
Angel starts his car and pulls out into the street; he looks back at Spike as he drives off. Man, I could have saved Gunn, if I had just taken out those two vampires before going after that dragon. Wesley would have lived if he had come with us. Illyria is gone, and I haven’t seen her since that night in the alley. Angel accelerates to 65 and concentrates on the road. Five minutes pass as he pulls up next to an old and stingy warehouse downtown. Angel smells a scent he hasn’t smelled in a long time. He starts to think about the hotel, and holding his son next to the crib, when a door opens and a forgotten voice says...
“Hello Angel.”
Meanwhile Spike walks down into a demon bar he hasn’t been to in a while. He opens the door and a fist meets with his jaw.
“What the Hell?”
“Sorry, I thought you were a victim.” A vamp says as he snarls.
Spike gets up, dusts off his coat, and wipes the blood from his lip and his face changes.
“You’re gonna pay for that” he says as he connects with the vamps jaw. They back up and stare each other down.
Spike sizes him up and then leaps towards him. The vamp dodges him, and makes a roundhouse kick which Spike catches and gives him another lick to the face. Spike pulls a stake out of his jacket pocket as the vamp hits the concrete. He casually walks over and stabs the vamp right through the heart. As the vampire turns to ash, Spike lights a cigarette and steps inside.
“What’ll it be tonight, Spike?” the bartender asks while cleaning a shot glass. Spike pulls the ashtray next to him from across the bar and ashes his cigarette after taking a long drag.
“I’ll have a double shot of whiskey.”
After taking a drink, he watches the showgirls dancing across from him on the stage. There is a beautiful skinny blonde wearing a black lacey bra, black g-string, black sheer stockings, and 6-inch heels. On the right is a young redhead wearing a nurse costume dancing with a short brunette vengeance demon. The dancers start to move faster as a DJ puts on a techno song.
Why am I still here? Spike thinks while taking another drag. I’ve done it all, seen it all, and killed just about anything that moved. I was evil and didn’t give a damn what happened to me. I’ve fallen in love, with two women who have torn my heart out. I got my soul back, fought evil, saved the world, and drank almost every bar out of business. He sighs, puts out his cigarette and motions for the bartender to give him another whiskey. The only thing I have left to do is confront Buffy and tell her how I feel. He thinks about her blonde, soft hair, and starts to remember how she would look at him. He starts to feel anxious and snaps out of it. After taking his shot he puts his head down and closes his eyes as he blacks out.
“I’ve got to find Buffy.”