Nightflight. From beautiesnbeasts
The day in the lower levels of the mansion passed without incident. Doyle, this stranger with visions, basically bloody sent here by the powers-that-be, whom I wasn't familair with, even though I was over three-hundred years old, which made me understandably skeptical, to recruit me. Fangdan, who I had teamed together with to basically make all of Europe's underworld ours, knew I was here with this stranger. If he couldn't sense us, he had certainly been told that I was here after I had removed one of our henchman from the room near the tunnel entrance. Just the thought of calling him one of our henchman, seemed wrong to me. He was a vampire who now worked for Fangdan and not for me. I had been souled, and in the strangest ways and with the pain, and the visions of some beautiful brunette that i din't know and that Doyle didn't know either, my mindset had changed.
Doyle, half-demon and with visions, told me that he had seen Angelus in his visions and got the impression that he was supposed to be the chosen fighter to aide Doyle. I knew that Angel had a soul now, and was surprised to learn that he had lost it again. Doyle told me that I was supposed to be the new chosen and that's why he had flown here to London from Los Angeles; to get me. I had my doubts about that kind of thing. I had changed, but becoming some great hero was not on my laundry list. I had planned to go to America and Doyle had plane tickets for both of us, but as we drank, waiting out the sun for the nightflight to the States, I realized that I might not be going to the States to help Doyle. I had planned to go to be where my Brandy had been before she was killed, but to be an aide to Doyle, wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
Both of us had buzzes going as I took one of Fangdan's car to Heathrow and we boarded the jet. He looked over at me, and I still wanted answers. I hadn't told him that I was committing to fighting demons full time, but with the right answers, it was a possibility at bloody least. He didn't have answered about this brunette that whoever had ensouled me was now rushing into my thoughts, and he didn't know much about Justin, except to say that Justin, who seemed to have a soul as well, was already in Sunnydale, which was renowned for being the home of the hellmouth. He didn't know anything else about Justin. That was all that he had seen of the young vampire, but I knw more, I just hadn't divulged it to Doyle. Doyle knew that my Brandy had been taken from me, but he didn't know that Justin didn't prevent it.
Going to California, as I was now, was simply a way to go to the States as I had planned to do anyway, but seeing Justin again, whether we were both good now, or not, was something that I relished. I didn't say anything to Doyle at first, and shut my eyes, not even bothering to order a drink. I didn't have much to say. I had studied the human animal, for different reasons, for hundreds of years and even though Doyle was half-demon and even though I really didn't know him, I knew that with my silence, would come his words, would come his answers. After all, I had yet to commit to being the one that he needed to fight and save these helpless that he had spoken of, and he would need to give me more, in my opinion, to try to convince me. If he was withholding anything about the brunette, or Justin, or even Angelus, or anything else, then I would wait to hear it, patiently. It was, after all, a long flight.
[Doyle]
Doyle, half-demon and with visions, told me that he had seen Angelus in his visions and got the impression that he was supposed to be the chosen fighter to aide Doyle. I knew that Angel had a soul now, and was surprised to learn that he had lost it again. Doyle told me that I was supposed to be the new chosen and that's why he had flown here to London from Los Angeles; to get me. I had my doubts about that kind of thing. I had changed, but becoming some great hero was not on my laundry list. I had planned to go to America and Doyle had plane tickets for both of us, but as we drank, waiting out the sun for the nightflight to the States, I realized that I might not be going to the States to help Doyle. I had planned to go to be where my Brandy had been before she was killed, but to be an aide to Doyle, wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
Both of us had buzzes going as I took one of Fangdan's car to Heathrow and we boarded the jet. He looked over at me, and I still wanted answers. I hadn't told him that I was committing to fighting demons full time, but with the right answers, it was a possibility at bloody least. He didn't have answered about this brunette that whoever had ensouled me was now rushing into my thoughts, and he didn't know much about Justin, except to say that Justin, who seemed to have a soul as well, was already in Sunnydale, which was renowned for being the home of the hellmouth. He didn't know anything else about Justin. That was all that he had seen of the young vampire, but I knw more, I just hadn't divulged it to Doyle. Doyle knew that my Brandy had been taken from me, but he didn't know that Justin didn't prevent it.
Going to California, as I was now, was simply a way to go to the States as I had planned to do anyway, but seeing Justin again, whether we were both good now, or not, was something that I relished. I didn't say anything to Doyle at first, and shut my eyes, not even bothering to order a drink. I didn't have much to say. I had studied the human animal, for different reasons, for hundreds of years and even though Doyle was half-demon and even though I really didn't know him, I knew that with my silence, would come his words, would come his answers. After all, I had yet to commit to being the one that he needed to fight and save these helpless that he had spoken of, and he would need to give me more, in my opinion, to try to convince me. If he was withholding anything about the brunette, or Justin, or even Angelus, or anything else, then I would wait to hear it, patiently. It was, after all, a long flight.
[Doyle]