Complicated complications. From beautiesnbeasts
Here Doyle and I were, sitting in the terminal at LAX, drinking Starbucks coffee, waiting for the sun to bloody well go down. I had come to America with Doyle, who was a worker for the powers-that-be that received visions about innocents in trouble, not truly sure if I were interested in working with him. I got it, I was a vampire with a soul, and had to be known by those who had given me the soul in the freakish way that I had gotten it, to be a warrior who could kill demons threatening innocents. I got that. It didn't bloody mean that I wanted the responsibility, though. I came, and offered to hear him out and maybe even get the lay of the land and the situations that arose, but I was here to trace the tracks of my beloved Brandy, killed on her way back to England by a mob on a luxury liner, because the one that she had sired in America, Justin, had been unable to protect her. My revenge on Justin didn't take, setting him up against the Sofilar demons, as he killed them, all three of them by himself, which was obviously unprecedented, and as a result, I had learned that he had been gievn a soul, only he was killed by the demons and somehow brought back, while my way of achieving a tormenting soul was a little more bloody freakish.
Doyle had a vision on the plane and then had another vision where we are sitting. He told me the first vision was about Angelus, who Doyle had already told me, was set to be the champion that the powers-that-be wanted, and some luscious brunette vampire were killing.
Like I said, a real stiffener, mun. Tall, leggy, big chest, nice tan, long straight hair, mole on her cheek. I hope this isn't the very girl dat you are seeing in yer dreams, because if you are meant tuh protect her, mun, she's already gone. There's no cure fer vampirism..."
Doyle was perceptive, because Angelus and my connections to the powers-that-be, as it were, made me think that I was too late at protecting the beauty that I kept seeing, unwillingly, in my dreams, although seeing her wasn't something that would turn a bloke off. Doyle had described her as tall, leggy, chesty, tan, long, straight brown hair and with a mole on the cheek. All of those things described this girl that I was seeing, except that I wasn't sure about the mole on the cheek. It still bloody bothered me, though. If I was too late in saving her, then it would for some reason sadden me. This girl that I kept seeing wasn't meant to be a vampire. She was important to the world in some way, and I wanted to give her the chance to be all that she could be. A vampire wasn't that, even though I wasn't classist against myself by any means. I enjoyed what I was, and even not evil, would enjoy it, save the dreams and endless reminders that frequently hit me about some of my past transgressions.
Doyle went on about the second vision.
"I did just have anudder vision, Rory. This one doesn't involve Angelus, although dat vision is still open, massacre at a hotel and the whole nine yerds. This second vision involves to vampires wiping everyone that they see out at a trendy little club called D'Obilique. The male is blonde, not too tall, the brunette is sleek and they are both vicious, mun."
I put it all together, and it didn't take very long, although I was still unsure about the brunette with Angelus being the beauty that kept appearing in my dreams. "Well, Doyle, you have received two visions. We have Angelus and this brunette at the Hyperion hotel and if I'm not mistaken, we have Spike and Drusilla murdering at this D'Obilique. I guess we have our work cut out for us. Can you fight?"
I could probably take Spike or Angelus on my own, unless I made a mistake, but if I had to worry about Doyle against either of the two brunette vampires, then things would be far, far more bloody tricky. The sun was starting to set and it was time to get going.
[Doyle]
Doyle had a vision on the plane and then had another vision where we are sitting. He told me the first vision was about Angelus, who Doyle had already told me, was set to be the champion that the powers-that-be wanted, and some luscious brunette vampire were killing.
Like I said, a real stiffener, mun. Tall, leggy, big chest, nice tan, long straight hair, mole on her cheek. I hope this isn't the very girl dat you are seeing in yer dreams, because if you are meant tuh protect her, mun, she's already gone. There's no cure fer vampirism..."
Doyle was perceptive, because Angelus and my connections to the powers-that-be, as it were, made me think that I was too late at protecting the beauty that I kept seeing, unwillingly, in my dreams, although seeing her wasn't something that would turn a bloke off. Doyle had described her as tall, leggy, chesty, tan, long, straight brown hair and with a mole on the cheek. All of those things described this girl that I was seeing, except that I wasn't sure about the mole on the cheek. It still bloody bothered me, though. If I was too late in saving her, then it would for some reason sadden me. This girl that I kept seeing wasn't meant to be a vampire. She was important to the world in some way, and I wanted to give her the chance to be all that she could be. A vampire wasn't that, even though I wasn't classist against myself by any means. I enjoyed what I was, and even not evil, would enjoy it, save the dreams and endless reminders that frequently hit me about some of my past transgressions.
Doyle went on about the second vision.
"I did just have anudder vision, Rory. This one doesn't involve Angelus, although dat vision is still open, massacre at a hotel and the whole nine yerds. This second vision involves to vampires wiping everyone that they see out at a trendy little club called D'Obilique. The male is blonde, not too tall, the brunette is sleek and they are both vicious, mun."
I put it all together, and it didn't take very long, although I was still unsure about the brunette with Angelus being the beauty that kept appearing in my dreams. "Well, Doyle, you have received two visions. We have Angelus and this brunette at the Hyperion hotel and if I'm not mistaken, we have Spike and Drusilla murdering at this D'Obilique. I guess we have our work cut out for us. Can you fight?"
I could probably take Spike or Angelus on my own, unless I made a mistake, but if I had to worry about Doyle against either of the two brunette vampires, then things would be far, far more bloody tricky. The sun was starting to set and it was time to get going.
[Doyle]