ROTM 1.41.1 - Do you believe in love at first sight?
1.41.1 - Do you believe in love at first sight? Has it ever happened to you?
You have to imagine the circumstances: I'd already had my soul for almost a hundred years, most of which I spent just wandering around the world and trying to stay the hell out of the way of history and society and anything else. I stuck around cities, though, mostly out of necessity. (Basically, where there's a lot of people, there's a lot of trash in the streets. Where there's a lot of trash in the streets, there's plenty of rats.)
So imagine me, derelict, homeless and near-starved vampire. Really, really dirty, too. And that's where fate found me, in the shape of a half-demon named Whistler whose job, he told me, was to clue me in on my destiny. The first part of my destiny involved getting into a beat-up old sedan with blacked-out windows and going on the worst road trip I've ever experienced since I had to ride in the back of a pig wagon.
California. Los Angeles, to be exact. The sedan pulled up beside a high school. Angelus would have looked at the place like a snack dispenser. I, on the other hand, was completely confused. Whistler told me to sit and wait.
That's when I saw her. Buffy Summers, queen bee of the school, ruling over her entourage and the rest of the student body with an expensively manicured fist. I saw as her first Watcher, Merrick, tried to inform her that she'd been Chosen, and I saw as she laughed in the man's face. She was the quintessential California girl, and that wasn't necessarily a complimentary title.
But there was something about her. I didn't understand it in the least, but in one moment, I understood the only thing that I needed to know to do what I was meant to do. Whistler had known it, and it happened just as the Powers That Be wanted.
I loved her. I'd do anything for her. I'd help her and protect her until the day I was dust.
And nothing's changed, not since that moment.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 344
You have to imagine the circumstances: I'd already had my soul for almost a hundred years, most of which I spent just wandering around the world and trying to stay the hell out of the way of history and society and anything else. I stuck around cities, though, mostly out of necessity. (Basically, where there's a lot of people, there's a lot of trash in the streets. Where there's a lot of trash in the streets, there's plenty of rats.)
So imagine me, derelict, homeless and near-starved vampire. Really, really dirty, too. And that's where fate found me, in the shape of a half-demon named Whistler whose job, he told me, was to clue me in on my destiny. The first part of my destiny involved getting into a beat-up old sedan with blacked-out windows and going on the worst road trip I've ever experienced since I had to ride in the back of a pig wagon.
California. Los Angeles, to be exact. The sedan pulled up beside a high school. Angelus would have looked at the place like a snack dispenser. I, on the other hand, was completely confused. Whistler told me to sit and wait.
That's when I saw her. Buffy Summers, queen bee of the school, ruling over her entourage and the rest of the student body with an expensively manicured fist. I saw as her first Watcher, Merrick, tried to inform her that she'd been Chosen, and I saw as she laughed in the man's face. She was the quintessential California girl, and that wasn't necessarily a complimentary title.
But there was something about her. I didn't understand it in the least, but in one moment, I understood the only thing that I needed to know to do what I was meant to do. Whistler had known it, and it happened just as the Powers That Be wanted.
I loved her. I'd do anything for her. I'd help her and protect her until the day I was dust.
And nothing's changed, not since that moment.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 344