Saturday, morning, Fandom jail
Angelus really wanted a magazine.
Well actually he wanted a cell door that was unlocked, but barring that a magazine would make for an okay second wish.
He was not getting a magazine.
He was getting a very white-faced Angela, who stayed far from the cell door as if she thought the vampire might charge. She squinted at Angelus, examining him. "So. You turned back," she said flatly.
Angelus looked over at her. He smiled. "Miss me?"
"No," Angela said honestly. "I was hoping you ware gone for good." She shivered. "Why aren't they staking you?"
"Persistant desire to never give me what I want?" Angelus suggested.
"Too bad I'm not in charge," Angela said, and sighed. "It's very weird to see you behind bars. Not in a bad way."
"It's weird to see you again," Angelus replied. "And I do mean that in a bad way. What is it with redheads and souls, huh?"
"Maybe it makes us more moral?" Angela asked, then cringed, at how self-righteous that sounded, and then decided to let it go. This was Angelus after all, and she had a right to be self-righteous around him.
She leaned against the wall. "You aren't threatening me." Her tone was mildly surprised.
"Been there, done that." Angelus gave a philosophical shrug. "Besides, a good magician never does the same trick twice."
"Then I guess we're lucky you haven't learned to disappear," Angela supplied. "Or turn into a bat."
"Do I look like Dracula?" Angelus asked, giving a look of distaste. "Besides - me and gypsy tricks aren't exactly the best of friends."
"I don't know, I've never met Dracula," Angela pointed out. "You might look exactly like him."
"You're hurting my feelings here, Ang," Angelus said. "Well, if I had any."
"What's that like?" Angela asked, too curious not to. "It sounds sort of empty."
"I find ways to fill the void." The look in Angelus's eyes made it clear what those ways were.
"Oh." Oh, and Angela was back to terror, only abated slightly by the bars between them. Her posture stiffened, except for her fluttering hands. To steady herself, she asked, "They're resouling you soon, right?"
Angelus shrugged. "They'd love to. I'm still here. Good guys are as lame as ever."
"You're the one in the cell," Angela pointed out, not sounding incredibly confident in this fact. Those bars looked pretty flimsy compared to vampire strength.
"Still," Angelus said. "Me. Not soul boy."
"That's temporary," Angela said, hoping she believed it. "Angel will be back soon."
"Sure he wants to?" Angelus asked.
"What are you saying?" Angela asked coldly.
"He volunteered to do the class," Angelus said. "He knew the risks. Maybe he wanted this to happen."
"Or maybe he trusted the wrong person," Angela said. "Professor Winchester is usually really good at what he does." But she didn't look too certain. Being too trusting was not exactly Angel's style.
"He does have bad taste," Angelus admitted. "Buffy, Logan - you."
"Me?" Angela asked. "That is a really weird list."
"Speaking to the guy who ate the choir," Angelus agreed.
Angela swallowed her smile at that. "I mean, I was never his girlfriend or boyfriend or -- anything." She looked a little sick at the idea.
"I think I'd remember you being a boyfriend," Angelus said. "The constant urge to vomit would probably help ring a few bells."
Angela didn't say anything in response immediately, but her face showed her disgust. She sighed heavily, and then said, "Look, I wanted to come and see what you would be like. I was so, so afraid of you when I was 16, and I thought I should face my demon, and all. But now? You just seem sort of pathetic."
"Awww." Angelus put a hand over his unbeating heart. "I'm touched that I've haunted your nightmares for this long. The thought of me being there with you every time you go to bed - just makes me all warm and tingly inside."
Angela's fists clenched, her face turning red. "Asshole," she muttered, turning to ward the door. Summoning her nerve as she left, she grabbed a small bottle full of holy water from her pocket and flung the contents at the vampire's face. She had carried it for self-defense, but if she wouldn't need it for that, a little maiming seemed the least she could do.
"Goodbye, Angelus."
Angelus snarled, temporarily gamefacing as the holy water hit him. Any attempts at a witty retort were thwarted by Angela no longer being there by the time he could see again.
[NFI, OOC-AOK]
[Preplayed with chasingangela]
Well actually he wanted a cell door that was unlocked, but barring that a magazine would make for an okay second wish.
He was not getting a magazine.
He was getting a very white-faced Angela, who stayed far from the cell door as if she thought the vampire might charge. She squinted at Angelus, examining him. "So. You turned back," she said flatly.
Angelus looked over at her. He smiled. "Miss me?"
"No," Angela said honestly. "I was hoping you ware gone for good." She shivered. "Why aren't they staking you?"
"Persistant desire to never give me what I want?" Angelus suggested.
"Too bad I'm not in charge," Angela said, and sighed. "It's very weird to see you behind bars. Not in a bad way."
"It's weird to see you again," Angelus replied. "And I do mean that in a bad way. What is it with redheads and souls, huh?"
"Maybe it makes us more moral?" Angela asked, then cringed, at how self-righteous that sounded, and then decided to let it go. This was Angelus after all, and she had a right to be self-righteous around him.
She leaned against the wall. "You aren't threatening me." Her tone was mildly surprised.
"Been there, done that." Angelus gave a philosophical shrug. "Besides, a good magician never does the same trick twice."
"Then I guess we're lucky you haven't learned to disappear," Angela supplied. "Or turn into a bat."
"Do I look like Dracula?" Angelus asked, giving a look of distaste. "Besides - me and gypsy tricks aren't exactly the best of friends."
"I don't know, I've never met Dracula," Angela pointed out. "You might look exactly like him."
"You're hurting my feelings here, Ang," Angelus said. "Well, if I had any."
"What's that like?" Angela asked, too curious not to. "It sounds sort of empty."
"I find ways to fill the void." The look in Angelus's eyes made it clear what those ways were.
"Oh." Oh, and Angela was back to terror, only abated slightly by the bars between them. Her posture stiffened, except for her fluttering hands. To steady herself, she asked, "They're resouling you soon, right?"
Angelus shrugged. "They'd love to. I'm still here. Good guys are as lame as ever."
"You're the one in the cell," Angela pointed out, not sounding incredibly confident in this fact. Those bars looked pretty flimsy compared to vampire strength.
"Still," Angelus said. "Me. Not soul boy."
"That's temporary," Angela said, hoping she believed it. "Angel will be back soon."
"Sure he wants to?" Angelus asked.
"What are you saying?" Angela asked coldly.
"He volunteered to do the class," Angelus said. "He knew the risks. Maybe he wanted this to happen."
"Or maybe he trusted the wrong person," Angela said. "Professor Winchester is usually really good at what he does." But she didn't look too certain. Being too trusting was not exactly Angel's style.
"He does have bad taste," Angelus admitted. "Buffy, Logan - you."
"Me?" Angela asked. "That is a really weird list."
"Speaking to the guy who ate the choir," Angelus agreed.
Angela swallowed her smile at that. "I mean, I was never his girlfriend or boyfriend or -- anything." She looked a little sick at the idea.
"I think I'd remember you being a boyfriend," Angelus said. "The constant urge to vomit would probably help ring a few bells."
Angela didn't say anything in response immediately, but her face showed her disgust. She sighed heavily, and then said, "Look, I wanted to come and see what you would be like. I was so, so afraid of you when I was 16, and I thought I should face my demon, and all. But now? You just seem sort of pathetic."
"Awww." Angelus put a hand over his unbeating heart. "I'm touched that I've haunted your nightmares for this long. The thought of me being there with you every time you go to bed - just makes me all warm and tingly inside."
Angela's fists clenched, her face turning red. "Asshole," she muttered, turning to ward the door. Summoning her nerve as she left, she grabbed a small bottle full of holy water from her pocket and flung the contents at the vampire's face. She had carried it for self-defense, but if she wouldn't need it for that, a little maiming seemed the least she could do.
"Goodbye, Angelus."
Angelus snarled, temporarily gamefacing as the holy water hit him. Any attempts at a witty retort were thwarted by Angela no longer being there by the time he could see again.
[NFI, OOC-AOK]
[Preplayed with chasingangela]