Post by The Muse on Aug 5, 2009 23:17:26 GMT -5
Title: Grandeur
Challenge: #3 Battle Scene
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, a redheaded woman and a demon
Summary: Expanded sequence from Angel Season 2 – “Blood Money”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, demon blood
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Word Count: 861
Author's Note: Enjoy!
The words blurring together, Wesley shut the large tome that was spread out on Angel’s desk and took off his glasses. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to remember what he was even trying to research. The hours had slipped away and he had lost focus.
Returning his glasses to their rightful place, Wesley stood and walked over to a small table where he kept his tea and began preparing it.
A loud crash startled him and he gave a sharp yelp as he turned towards the lobby. The expansive front doors of the Hyperion Hotel opened with a bang and an attractive woman with curly red hair was running towards him.
“H-help!” She stammered; her breath caught in her throat. “It’s after me!”
“Dear lord.” Wesley replied; his eyes narrowing as he caught her in his arms. Flustered, he patted her on the back of her head as she cried into his dark shirt.
Before he could ask what she was running from, a large demon jumped through the entrance. It had long arms, scaly green skin and thin wisps of black hair falling around two large ivory horns that were attached to its forehead. Hunched over, it paused and sniffed the air before snapping its head around and baring its teeth.
Wesley’s head snapped back as he took the creature in and then herded the woman behind Angel’s desk.
“Stay here, please.” Wesley said as she lowered herself down behind the desk, sobbing in fear. The demon was already in the office doorway when Wesley turned back towards it.
“Enough is enough. I will not allow you to harm this lady,” he said firmly, standing straight as the demon just growled.
Wesley leapt forward, attempting to catch the demon off guard with a low tackle. The demon was fast, and there was a sharp blow to Wesley’s back as the demon struck with its large arm, sending Wesley to the floor. Without a moments pause, the demon reached down and tried to grab Wesley by the neck, but Wesley scrambled forward beneath the demon’s legs and kicked the demon’s left leg as hard as he could. There was a sizzling howl of pain as the demon crumpled to the floor and Wesley jumped to his feet.
The weapons chest was too far away, so Wesley gave a sharp kick to the back of the demon’s neck and jumped over its large green mass back into the office. As he reached for the red katana on the wall, there was a startling pain in the back of his leg as the demon reached and dug its claws into Wesley’s ankle.
An exasperated gasp escaping his lips, Wesley grabbed the teapot off the nearby table and threw it into the demon’s face as he fell to the floor. The teapot shattered and boiling water splashed all over the demon’s face. Releasing its hold on Wesley’s ankle, the demon screamed in pain. Wesley grimaced as he got to his feet again, but the demon kicked out with its leg this time and sent Wesley into the back wall. Dazed, Wesley watched as the demon stood and began moving toward the redhead, who was trying to push herself further into a wall that was not budging.
“No!” Wesley exclaimed, pushing himself off the wall but then falling to his knees. The demon grabbed the redhead and slammed her into the desk. Deciding it was time for its meal, the demon lowered his head to her neck, preparing to strike.
Before it could sink its teeth into the redhead’s neck, the demon’s head whipped back as Wesley grabbed its withering strands of hair into his hand and yanked backwards.
“Release her or die.” Wesley seethed into the demon’s ear. Responding only with a vicious snarl, Wesley jerked the demon’s head back further and slammed a metal ballpoint pen into the demon’s neck. Dark green blood began streaming from the wound as the demon slid to the floor. It hissed and howled on the floor as more blood spilled out around the pen still lodged in its neck.
“Stand back, Miss.” Wesley said calmly as he reached and picked up the heavy book he was reading earlier. Walking around the demon, Wesley stood above its head and raised the book above his own head.
“That’s better.” Wesley whispered, bringing the book down with a loud crunch onto the demon’s head.
The redhead peered out from behind the desk before rising.
“Who—Who are you?” She asked, her hand covering her mouth as she looked from the demon to Wesley. Standing in front of the desk, Wesley turned away from her.
“Pryce. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” He said in a deep, almost Scottish voice.
The video camera beeped as Wesley shut it off remotely. He turned around, but the demon and the redhead were gone. His teapot was safe and sound on the small table, and the large book was still sitting on Angel’s desk, his pen lodged between its many pages.
Wesley lowered his eyes to the floor and smirked. He had told Cordelia not to use the camera as a toy, and that’s exactly what he did.
Challenge: #3 Battle Scene
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, a redheaded woman and a demon
Summary: Expanded sequence from Angel Season 2 – “Blood Money”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, demon blood
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Word Count: 861
Author's Note: Enjoy!
The words blurring together, Wesley shut the large tome that was spread out on Angel’s desk and took off his glasses. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to remember what he was even trying to research. The hours had slipped away and he had lost focus.
Returning his glasses to their rightful place, Wesley stood and walked over to a small table where he kept his tea and began preparing it.
A loud crash startled him and he gave a sharp yelp as he turned towards the lobby. The expansive front doors of the Hyperion Hotel opened with a bang and an attractive woman with curly red hair was running towards him.
“H-help!” She stammered; her breath caught in her throat. “It’s after me!”
“Dear lord.” Wesley replied; his eyes narrowing as he caught her in his arms. Flustered, he patted her on the back of her head as she cried into his dark shirt.
Before he could ask what she was running from, a large demon jumped through the entrance. It had long arms, scaly green skin and thin wisps of black hair falling around two large ivory horns that were attached to its forehead. Hunched over, it paused and sniffed the air before snapping its head around and baring its teeth.
Wesley’s head snapped back as he took the creature in and then herded the woman behind Angel’s desk.
“Stay here, please.” Wesley said as she lowered herself down behind the desk, sobbing in fear. The demon was already in the office doorway when Wesley turned back towards it.
“Enough is enough. I will not allow you to harm this lady,” he said firmly, standing straight as the demon just growled.
Wesley leapt forward, attempting to catch the demon off guard with a low tackle. The demon was fast, and there was a sharp blow to Wesley’s back as the demon struck with its large arm, sending Wesley to the floor. Without a moments pause, the demon reached down and tried to grab Wesley by the neck, but Wesley scrambled forward beneath the demon’s legs and kicked the demon’s left leg as hard as he could. There was a sizzling howl of pain as the demon crumpled to the floor and Wesley jumped to his feet.
The weapons chest was too far away, so Wesley gave a sharp kick to the back of the demon’s neck and jumped over its large green mass back into the office. As he reached for the red katana on the wall, there was a startling pain in the back of his leg as the demon reached and dug its claws into Wesley’s ankle.
An exasperated gasp escaping his lips, Wesley grabbed the teapot off the nearby table and threw it into the demon’s face as he fell to the floor. The teapot shattered and boiling water splashed all over the demon’s face. Releasing its hold on Wesley’s ankle, the demon screamed in pain. Wesley grimaced as he got to his feet again, but the demon kicked out with its leg this time and sent Wesley into the back wall. Dazed, Wesley watched as the demon stood and began moving toward the redhead, who was trying to push herself further into a wall that was not budging.
“No!” Wesley exclaimed, pushing himself off the wall but then falling to his knees. The demon grabbed the redhead and slammed her into the desk. Deciding it was time for its meal, the demon lowered his head to her neck, preparing to strike.
Before it could sink its teeth into the redhead’s neck, the demon’s head whipped back as Wesley grabbed its withering strands of hair into his hand and yanked backwards.
“Release her or die.” Wesley seethed into the demon’s ear. Responding only with a vicious snarl, Wesley jerked the demon’s head back further and slammed a metal ballpoint pen into the demon’s neck. Dark green blood began streaming from the wound as the demon slid to the floor. It hissed and howled on the floor as more blood spilled out around the pen still lodged in its neck.
“Stand back, Miss.” Wesley said calmly as he reached and picked up the heavy book he was reading earlier. Walking around the demon, Wesley stood above its head and raised the book above his own head.
“That’s better.” Wesley whispered, bringing the book down with a loud crunch onto the demon’s head.
The redhead peered out from behind the desk before rising.
“Who—Who are you?” She asked, her hand covering her mouth as she looked from the demon to Wesley. Standing in front of the desk, Wesley turned away from her.
“Pryce. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” He said in a deep, almost Scottish voice.
The video camera beeped as Wesley shut it off remotely. He turned around, but the demon and the redhead were gone. His teapot was safe and sound on the small table, and the large book was still sitting on Angel’s desk, his pen lodged between its many pages.
Wesley lowered his eyes to the floor and smirked. He had told Cordelia not to use the camera as a toy, and that’s exactly what he did.
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