Charming Slayer
*:.sUpErFaBuLoUs:.*
Hey kids,
Im here to post my first Angel fanfic(yay).It's set in Season 1 of AtS,set,erm....I'd say in between "In the Dark" and "I Fall To Pieces".It's gonna mainly have to do with Doyle and a made-up character of mine,and it's gonna be in her POV(so far,subject to change).I'd say it's rated PG-PG13,not quite sure though yet,cuz I dont know exactly where I'm gonna go with it,so yeah...subject to change.I realize now skimming through the notebook I have it written in it has alot of room for improvement,but I'm just gonna post it like it is.Hope you all like it.
Peace,
Amanda
Chapter 1
I ran through the rain,scrambling left and right,only keeping myself going on a hope and a prayer:that he wouldnt find me.That I'd finally be safe. I crouched in the shadows of an alley trying to catch my breath,a small sob escaping from my throat.I closed my eyes for a moment and then felt someone walk by me.My whole body froze as I waited for them to pass,not daring to open my eyes.As they passed by me without a word,I breathed a sigh of relief.I opened my eyes slowly and saw that the passerby has dropped something.It was a small piece of paper,sort of like a businesscard.I picked it up and started to call out to them.
"Um,excuse me..."Then three words on the card caught my eye:"HELP THE HELPLESS".I ready the name of the business softly to myself:"Angel Investigations."
I suddenly has an idea,one that gave me me a small glimmer of hope.But I shook my head,almost completely dismissing the thought.I started to throw the card back into the rain, but as an afterthought I shoved it into my coat pocket.
I t then dawned on me that I'd been in one place too long,and a new wave of cold fear washed over me.I searched around frantically for somewhere to run,and saw a small diner across the street.I stood up slowly,scanning the street for him,making sure it was okay to step out of the alley.Then,wipiing rain from my eyes,I ran.
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As I stepped into the diner,I surveyed the scene.The only occupants of the diner were two old men and a waitress who seemed to be in her early thirties,who was wiping off the counter.I went up and took a seat at the end of the counter,and the waitress came down to me.
"What'll you be havin,hun?" She asked me,smiling.I glanced birefly up at her,taking out the little bit of cash of change I had left.
"Uh,I'll just have a cup of coffee,thanks."I figured,heck,as long as I was here,I might as well have something.She nodded,then poured a cup and sat it down in front of me.I took a small sip.
"Thanks."I said gratefully.I started to count out the change."How much do I owe you?"
She gave me a sympathetic smile,as if she knew what I was going through.
"It's on the house hun." She leaned against the counter,facing me.
"So,how's L.A. been treatin ya?"She asked.I shrugged."Okay,better than most,I guess."
I felt something drop out of my pocket.As I bent down and picked it up,I realized it was the business card.The phrase once again caught my eye.
"Help the helpless.."I muttered to myself.I called down to the waitress,who was taking the order of a woman who had just walked in.
"Excuse me,ma'am,do you have a phone?"I asked,scooping my money back into my pocket.She nodded.
"Yeah,there's a payphone by the bathrooms.They're just around the counter to your left,you cant miss em."
I got up,grinning a bit."Thanks."
I followed her instructions and went around the bar and turned left,and found an old pay phone on the wall,a ragged phone book hanging from it.I gripped the card tightly,looking around to make sure I was alone.I took a deep breath,the stepped up to the phone,picking up the reciever.I slowly insterted two quarters and looked at the card.I dialed the number with a shaky hand.
As it started to ring,I wondered if I'd made a mistake.
"Hello,Angel Investigations,we help the helpless."It was a male voice with a heavy Irish accent.The phone had a bad connection,but I recognized the voice almost instantly.
"E-excuse me..i-is this A-a-angel I-investigations.?"I asked,my voice cracking,mind drawing a blank,not having heard what he'd said.
"Yes..hey wait,you sound familiar.Have you call..."
I hung up the phone quickly,breathing fast. 'I didn't just hear that.' I thought.'It's not possible.This CANT BE REAL.'
"Oh My God.."
:wilted_ro
Im here to post my first Angel fanfic(yay).It's set in Season 1 of AtS,set,erm....I'd say in between "In the Dark" and "I Fall To Pieces".It's gonna mainly have to do with Doyle and a made-up character of mine,and it's gonna be in her POV(so far,subject to change).I'd say it's rated PG-PG13,not quite sure though yet,cuz I dont know exactly where I'm gonna go with it,so yeah...subject to change.I realize now skimming through the notebook I have it written in it has alot of room for improvement,but I'm just gonna post it like it is.Hope you all like it.
Peace,
Amanda
Chapter 1
I ran through the rain,scrambling left and right,only keeping myself going on a hope and a prayer:that he wouldnt find me.That I'd finally be safe. I crouched in the shadows of an alley trying to catch my breath,a small sob escaping from my throat.I closed my eyes for a moment and then felt someone walk by me.My whole body froze as I waited for them to pass,not daring to open my eyes.As they passed by me without a word,I breathed a sigh of relief.I opened my eyes slowly and saw that the passerby has dropped something.It was a small piece of paper,sort of like a businesscard.I picked it up and started to call out to them.
"Um,excuse me..."Then three words on the card caught my eye:"HELP THE HELPLESS".I ready the name of the business softly to myself:"Angel Investigations."
I suddenly has an idea,one that gave me me a small glimmer of hope.But I shook my head,almost completely dismissing the thought.I started to throw the card back into the rain, but as an afterthought I shoved it into my coat pocket.
I t then dawned on me that I'd been in one place too long,and a new wave of cold fear washed over me.I searched around frantically for somewhere to run,and saw a small diner across the street.I stood up slowly,scanning the street for him,making sure it was okay to step out of the alley.Then,wipiing rain from my eyes,I ran.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As I stepped into the diner,I surveyed the scene.The only occupants of the diner were two old men and a waitress who seemed to be in her early thirties,who was wiping off the counter.I went up and took a seat at the end of the counter,and the waitress came down to me.
"What'll you be havin,hun?" She asked me,smiling.I glanced birefly up at her,taking out the little bit of cash of change I had left.
"Uh,I'll just have a cup of coffee,thanks."I figured,heck,as long as I was here,I might as well have something.She nodded,then poured a cup and sat it down in front of me.I took a small sip.
"Thanks."I said gratefully.I started to count out the change."How much do I owe you?"
She gave me a sympathetic smile,as if she knew what I was going through.
"It's on the house hun." She leaned against the counter,facing me.
"So,how's L.A. been treatin ya?"She asked.I shrugged."Okay,better than most,I guess."
I felt something drop out of my pocket.As I bent down and picked it up,I realized it was the business card.The phrase once again caught my eye.
"Help the helpless.."I muttered to myself.I called down to the waitress,who was taking the order of a woman who had just walked in.
"Excuse me,ma'am,do you have a phone?"I asked,scooping my money back into my pocket.She nodded.
"Yeah,there's a payphone by the bathrooms.They're just around the counter to your left,you cant miss em."
I got up,grinning a bit."Thanks."
I followed her instructions and went around the bar and turned left,and found an old pay phone on the wall,a ragged phone book hanging from it.I gripped the card tightly,looking around to make sure I was alone.I took a deep breath,the stepped up to the phone,picking up the reciever.I slowly insterted two quarters and looked at the card.I dialed the number with a shaky hand.
As it started to ring,I wondered if I'd made a mistake.
"Hello,Angel Investigations,we help the helpless."It was a male voice with a heavy Irish accent.The phone had a bad connection,but I recognized the voice almost instantly.
"E-excuse me..i-is this A-a-angel I-investigations.?"I asked,my voice cracking,mind drawing a blank,not having heard what he'd said.
"Yes..hey wait,you sound familiar.Have you call..."
I hung up the phone quickly,breathing fast. 'I didn't just hear that.' I thought.'It's not possible.This CANT BE REAL.'
"Oh My God.."
:wilted_ro