Best Actress based on the Angel Universe - NON-SHIP
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Best Actress based on the Angel Universe - NON-SHIP
-- Actresses based on or from the Angel Universe that is in a Non-Ship pairing. --
01.
When Wesley pulled Cordelia behind him, she felt left out. She couldn't say anything, because it was like that always. She stood behind while Angel, Wes and Gunn took care of the monster. Angel. He started to threat her like that and others just followed. Even when Angel wasn't around.
Only this time there was no Angel, not even Gunn. There was just Wes and Cordy was afraid that it won't be enough.
After he dusted the first vampire Cordy smiled to herself. Maybe she underestimated him.
"Wesley!" she yelled with fear when the other vampire punched her friend. But apparently it wasn't serious, since Wes was able to get up and order her around. Which reminded her about people still standing there.
"Come on!" She yelled at those three. Her voice took them out of the trans. They woke up and start running. She made sure that they were safe outside and returned inside.
She saw like Wesley lunged for the second vampire. She wanted to scream when she saw the third one trying to get behind Wes' back, but she knew that it will only distract Wesley. So she just threw a can in his direction. Hitting him wasn't the best idea, because the vampire started to go in her direction.
"Now, now, Josh, you were a nice boy. Be a nice boy after death and go away," she tried to talk, while stepping back.
02.
I had told him to go. Replaying it over in my head I wasn't sure why I had uttered the words. He knew, understood even. Yet I pushed him away from me. In my time of need. My darkest hour. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to face whatever death was going to offer me. I could have had him by my side. Watching over me. Hearing my suffering. Wishing he could help me, but unable to. I moved from the bed to the window. City lights streaming past me. The world wasn't going to stop for this. Not for me. I was the least of the worlds worries. I had brought most men to their knees, and now I was too stubborn to just fall to mine.
"Angel... why didn't I let you stay..."
The words cut through the silence in the room, as steady as the humming of the air conditioner. I let my palm press against the window. The cool glass warming to my touch. I could feel the flow of my blood fighting the uphill battle to reach my fingertips. The pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. Why had they done this to me. Brought me back. Made me live, gave me breath to watch me crumble. They should have known Angel was a Champion. He wasn't something they could play with. I wasn't capable of making him a monster... not anymore.
I had made him once before. Started the grandest chain reaction by giving him eternal life. Now it mocks me. Fate, the world... even life itself was laughing at my efforts. It wouldn't take long for the disease to work through me. Eat away at my soul, my body... my flesh. I knew in months I could very well be in the same state I had been in when the Master became my Savior. Bed riden, denouncing everything that had brought me to that place. To that moment in my life. Life as it were, being the one thing that I didn't rightfully deserve.
I felt a sting of tears in the corner of my eye. Was this how it was going to be? My final days alone waiting for death to overcome me? Of course I hadn't thought about those that brought me here in the first place. They had made an investment in me. Cost them more than they could part with to bring me back. To bring me to him even. Lindsey... he cared for me. Maybe even loved me, but what was it that he loved?
Did he love the monster I used to be? Or this shell of life that I was now? Was it the coil of evil deep within me that he was drawn to? Or something else. Something about my hair, or my eyes? Most of the men that paid for their time with me would disagree. They would have said it was something else that drew them to me. Something in my voice, the breath... the way I could make them beg for me to stop.
03.
I had been waiting for Connor to come in, and I began to glance around wondering just what the little brat could have left behind, however when I heard the thud and the crack of the door I realized pretty quick it wasn't Connor. Or if it was he had lost his key.
I spun around and my eyes met up with someone I hadn't expected. At least not for a month or so. Looks like I had underestimated him, again.
"Justine, I think you and I need to have a little...chat. Don't you think?"
I dove across the room toward the other side of the bed, I wasn't going to let him just barge in here and not get a bit of a fight. I started to scramble beneath the bed trying to find my gun. However I remembered the last time I saw it. Inside the mouth of that demon that nearly took my hand off with it. Shit that wasn't really part of any plan. So I could either lay here on the floor waiting for him to blow a hole in my head, or I could try to see what he wanted.
I kinda like my head. So I took the easy way, and stood up, raising my hands outward in a surrendering type manner. I took a few guarded steps away from the bed, and moved to a more central area. He was still in the doorway, so I wasn't going to be making a break for it. At least not now.
"Hey there Wes, how's the cut healing?"
I let out a laugh and then dropped my hands to my sides. I shoved my hand in my pocket jutting my hip a bit trying to get some sort of a read on him. Just how much did he know. Was he here for information? Or did he already have what he needed.
"So, this a social call? I mean I know you can't date the Texan girl, so what? Thought you could give me a twirl? I tell you it's been a while."
04.
If there was one thing I excelled in, it was getting dirt on people. Everyone had secrets to hide, pasts they didn't want to reveal, off shore bank accounts they didn't want others to know about. And I was damned good at ferreting that information out, and tucking it away for future use when I needed some leverage. You never knew when your life might depend on knowing how exactly much money a guy was paying in child support to a second wife, or whose mistress was being put up in a swanky apartment on the west side of town. I'd made it my job to be in the know.
And yet, I was seriously stumped this time. I was in Files and Records, pulling a late-nighter, and I couldn't seem to find anything on this new upstart Eve that was remotely interesting, or even smelling like the truth. I had a feeling that the records on her birth, heritage, education and even medical files were bogus, or at the very least heavily edited. I tossed down the folder I'd been leafing through with an irritated sigh and moved onto the next one.
Gwen from F&R had already left for the night so I couldn't ask her to cross reference some things for me, which made things more difficult, but I hadn't wanted her to log my requests anyway. After all, I had no doubt that Eve, if she was half as cunning as she made herself out to be, would probably check on a regular basis to see if anyone had logged any enquiries about her.
I'd been about to take a break and maybe call in some supper from China Palace, when suddenly the lights went out. I cursed under my breath and got to my feet, debating whether I should go look for the fuse box or not. Maybe it was someone playing a sick joke on me, trying to spook me out.
05.
"D.... Dangler.. Decapitated.... Disemboweled... Dopplegand... man, could her files be any more unusual. People tell me that my filing is odd? At least I am not filing them in order of death. Ugh."
I slammed the drawer to the metal file cabinet, the loud noise echoed in the office and I had to realize that I wasn't really supposed to be in here. I turned around half expecting Lilah to be right behind me with some remark that she thought was more witty than it really was. I spun on heel to reveal nothing. Just my paranoid mind taking over knowing that I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.
I turned back around trying to figure out if I knew how the guy died. It would help me sort through Miss Macabre's filing if I could at least recall that much of it. There was something off about the guy. Sure he was a source, and was dealt with. Normal routine, but I was sure there was more to it. He was too eager to give up the intel and I was sure Lilah had stashed him away somewhere. The partners wanted me to find him, dead or alive- preferrably dead, but even if he was still living? Easy to take care of.
"Electrocution!"
My eyes lit up as I remembered Lilah commenting about how the guy was going to get a charge out of her plans. I am sure the guy thought he was going to be involved... not killed off. I moved over to the file cabinets and pulled open the "E" drawer. After a few folders I found him. I went to pull the file out and get a closer look at all the details. When the power went out.
06.
Oh my gosh, I'm like actually working here! I have like the coolest job in the world. I work for team evil...or is it good...I'm not sure, but I mean they have this like no drinking human blood policy which I think is stupid but then again this is Angel and company we're talking about here.
But who knew that Angel and his friends would end up working at Wolfram and Hart? Talk about being blind sided. I mean I asked Angel but he gets all broody about it when I do...then again he's always broody. That man-pire really knows how to brood. He'll end up being the first vampire to find out if we can get wrinkles or not. I sure as hellfire hope we don't, I died young and I'd like to keep that illusion up thankyouverymuch!
But like seriously, I love this job. Ok, so there's the no human blood thing, I've been doing pretty good if I do say so myself. Not one slip-up. I've been tempted yeah, but I've been very good. Yay team me!
I just hope that I can make them all proud and stuff, everyone's always 'ohhh Angel this and Angel that' but what about me? I'm a vampire doing good too! Ok, so I don't have a soul or all that other icky stuff but that means that I work harder for what I have, a girl like me needs to get her props once in a while ya know?
As the saying or something goes only time will tell, well good. I have all the time in the world, granted I don't get like dusted and stuff. But I don't think I will, I'm too pretty to be ash.
Thankfully I got my cute little ass to the office on time this morning, accounting was pissed off at me yesterday because I was late and missed bringing the big boss his papers. I mean it's not like my fault that I couldn't get the microwave to heat up my blood in the morning, a girl needs it to get going. Who knew that angel not signing those papers would end up in a near apocalyptic fit with the Knarl demons? Pifft! Whatever. They'll get over it. They always do.