Excellent audition...Angel is yours.


Now for this game, we still need a Daniel Holtz, Lilah Morgan,
Lindsey MacDonald (or any other member of W&H to plot against our
heroes) or other Original characters (both good and evil). Since
this is where this game heads off into an AU....Angel investigations
needs cases to solve :D




--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "ShadowWeaver"
<shroudedinthenight@...> wrote:
>
> "Cycles"
>
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>
> Angel
>
> Cordelia Chase
>
> Various Demons
>
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>
>
>
> LOCATION: L.A.
>
> TIME: Late night
>
>
>
> Cycles. Circular roads that led one right back to
> their beginnings if one traveled life's road long
> enough... or was that unlife? Did it even matter
> any more the labels one put on it? It was the
> same personal hell no matter what one called it,
> right? Or did renaming it somehow redefine it and
> make it easier to deal with?
>
>
>
> Not in Angel's experience. It was always the
> same. A world of darkness and pain from which
> there seemed to be no true redemption or escape.
> People came and went through his doors and his
> life - unlife, he reminded himself - each bringing
> something good with them and taking it with them
> when they were gone. And somehow, the more he
> tried to stay on the outer fringes, the more they
> dragged him in.
>
>
>
> It had been like that with Cordy and Doyle in the
> beginning. She'd followed him here to Los Angeles
> - now there was an irony in and of itself, the
> name of the city he chose to reside in - and Doyle
> had come to them shortly thereafter. And each had
> brought with them friendship. They'd forged a
> bond that went beyond Angel Investigations - which
> they also forged together - to friendship.
>
>
>
> And then Doyle had gone from that circle. Yes, he
> had died in the protection not only of Angel
> himself and Cordelia, but of the Lister demons
> they'd been helping and the city as a whole; but
> that did not take the ache from his soul. The
> loss of a friend tore through him. But as he
> always had, he kept it to himself, kept himself
> locked away within himself, mourning his own way.
> Even though, to her credit, Cordy had tried to get
> him to talk to her about it.
>
>
>
> That had been three years ago - holy hell had it
> really been that long!? Now, impossibly, Doyle
> had returned, bringing with him all those old
> emotions, and new ones. How was Angel supposed to
> take this? How was he supposed to react to the
> sudden reappearance of a friend whom he'd watched
> die saving him? How had he always dealt with
> things?
>
>
>
> Silent and strong. Those seemed to be his
> watchwords. So here he was again, hiding away
> what he felt and simply trying to move forward.
>
>
>
> The problem was that Doyle wasn't the only being
> to crop up recently. Now Angel had a whole new
> set of demons to deal with as well. Nasty
> buggers, six of whom were staring him down right
> now. Okay, well, he was staring them down, but
> the end result was the same.
>
>
>
> One of them moved, an attack, one clawed appendage
> striking out at the vampire before it. Only one?
> Angel growled and dropped his upper body beneath
> the blow, grabbing the appendage and twisting it
> hard, dragging the demon toward him as he did. It
> yelped in obvious pain, and one of its fellows
> moved then to take advantage of Angel's
> distraction with its companion.
>
>
>
> Angel was not distracted.
>
>
>
> The second demon met his buddy's claws... hard as
> Angel spun, dragging the still-whining demon he
> held with him. The second yowled in agony as his
> companion's claws tore into him and fell back
> hissing. The first, Angel tossed at the second,
> the two going down in a pile of limbs, claws, and
> hissing.
>
>
>
> The other four looked at their comrades then at
> the vampire then back. What followed was a frenzy
> of death and demon parts. And when it was
> finished, Angel stood at the center of all the
> death, gathering himself. He'd have to remember
> to have Cordelia look up these bad boys when he
> got back; but for now, he stalked to the one he'd
> gouged with the other's claws. Squatting, he
> grabbed the demon by the bony protrusions at its
> chest and raised it into the air, off the ground,
> so he was on eye level with it - they weren't all
> that big, but they were srappy.
>
>
>
> "Who sent you?" He growled in its face, a low
> growl that promised much pain if the little demon
> didn't cooperate.
>
>
>
> It chose badly, trying to claw its way free of
> Angel's grip. He only tightened his grip and
> hissed right in its face. It cringed but
> protested. "But they'll kill me!"
>
>
>
> "And you think I won't?"
>
>
>
> It squirmed some more, then without warning, went
> limp in his grip. Momentarily startled, Angel
> glared at the now-dead demon. Then he tossed it
> on top of its comrades in disgust and looked for
> the source of its death - he hadn't had that tight
> a grip on it.
>
>
>
> Nothing.
>
>
>
> Disgusted and somewhat tired, he sighed and spun
> away, heading back to the Hyperion. Great! Just
> what he needed! A new player in town! But it
> figured, didn't it? Just when something likely
> good came his way, something equally evil had to
> as well. And there was the cycle. Repeated over
> and over.
>
>
>
> The doors of the old hotel-turned-headquarters
> slammed shut behind him, and he stalked past
> everyone to his office. He needed a drink and a
> good long think. But only one of those was
> forthcoming, and it wasn't the second. Cordy
> followed him in and closed the door.
>
>
>
> "So did you find what you were looking for?" She
> asked, bluntly. That was Cordy, blunt.
>
>
>
> Angel looked up at her from his glass. "Don't you
> ever knock?" He grumbled, though he wasn't
> entirely displeased with her presence.
>
>
>
> She shrugged and flopped into one of the other
> chairs. "Sometimes, but you didn't answer my
> question."
>
>
>
> He sighed, setting down the glass. "No. But I
> found something else." He stood up and began to
> pace as he talked. "There's a new player, and a
> whole new set of demons, in town."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned. "So? We'll deal with them." She
> asserted. "We always do. That's not what's
> bothering you though, is it?"
>
>
>
> He sighed and shook his head. Not in answer so
> much as in refusal. "Not now." Was all he said.
> "Now we need to find this new threat."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned but let it be... for now. If there
> was one thing she'd learned in four years of
> working with Angel, it was that he didn't talk
> unless he was damned good and ready to. And no
> amount of coaxing, cajoling, or prodding would
> make him. In fact, that stuff only drove him
> further into his shell. So she relinquished the
> question for now and focused on the demons as
> asked. "Ok, what did they look like?"
>
>
>
> Angel sat back down and closed his eyes. Good,
> she'd taken the hint. Cordy had learned not to
> push him when he said no. At least not
> immediately. Opening his eyes again, he took a
> drink and began to describe the demons to her...
>
>
>
> <TBC>
>