Destiny VS An Angel's Love
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Angel the Series › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,520
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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4- THE CREATURE
4- THE CREATURE
Everyone is standing on the Hyperion’s hall facing the dome ceiling jaws and eyes opened wide. After some seconds that look like long minutes Gunn cocks his gun and points it upward.
“Angel… what is that?” Fred asks in such a low tone only a vampire ear can hear it. They all stand there, studying the creature and being studied.
A woman; a black winged woman; floating in mid air. She has pitch black long curly hair, hanging around her waist, wax tone skin and fiery-piercing black eyes. She is wearing a black leather outfit clinging to her curves, with a bit o cleavage. Army type boots, 50 inches knife blades, coming from each leather wrist cuff that cover the length of her forearms. The blades look like extensions of her arms. She doesn’t even blink for a second. The only things moving are her tar-black wings and her waving black curls. She looks at Angel intensely.
“Guys… what do we do?” Fred asks.
“Well I can always ask her to marry me!!” blurts out of Spikes mouth. Fred laughs. The strange creature couldn’t help to curl up a smile. Spike catches it, and smiles tipping his head.
“Well … she ain’t attacking, so let’s just keep our eyes on her!” Angel says coldly.
“As if I could take them off…!” Spike says.
“SPIKE!!! Will you shut up already?” Angels screams his lungs out.
“ Jezz …you need to get laid fast boss!” Spike retorts looking up, catching another suppressed smile on that beautiful creatures lips. Everyone is so perplexed looking at the creature that no one even bothered to calm down Angel and Spike.
“Any ideas on what is it Wesley?” Angel asks looking at Wes. “WESLEY…” Angel calls out louder.
“Uhm…What?” Wes asks looking at Angel.
“What’s wrong with you; you all look bewitched with her!” Angels spits out annoyed.
Everyone exchanges looks.
“Can you blame us… I think I just found the mother of my children!” Spike says. Angels rolls his eyes.
“Will you stop it!!!!”Angel Screams trying to jump at Spike only to go through him. The creature in the ceiling watches them carefully.
“Guys ...calm down!” Fred asks “Remember we felt this same way about Jasmine…” Fred pauses for a while “Wait … no …this is different… I’m not bewitched by her like obviously you men are!!” Fred states. “You are drooling!”
“I’m not!” Angel spat out. Spike looks at him eyes opened wide and shakes his head. The women-creature keeps her position up in mid air her arm-blades to her sides facing down at them. She is paying very much attention to their conversation and studying them.
“So you’re not bewitched?” Gunn asks.
“No... duh … It’s a woman, a very pretty one but I’m straight!” Fred says as-a-matter-of-factly looking at the guys.
“So there is no risk this being something like Jasmine!” Angel says in form of a question.
“I don’t think so, you said it yourself, you’re not bewitched like they are…so it’s a matter of taste in women really, or so I think!” Fred says stumbling on words.
Spike moves away from their circle and walks to stop just under her.
“Spike, Spike what are you doing?” Gunn asks.
“Not getting his ass killed unfortunately, as it is human and vampire impossible!” Angel grunts.
“Uhm …err… excuse me… err… well… gorgeous black winged…” he pauses and sniffs the air up above him resuming his conversation “ …vampire lady…”
“Vampire!!!???” They all say and look at Angel that shrugs his shoulders.
“Didn’t get that …” is his plain answer. But in his mind, he is cussing how the hell he missed that. They frown looking at Angel.
The woman that so far had her eyes on Angel the whole time, now turns her attention to Spike. Spike smiles at her happy.
“Hi… I’m Spike… don’t mind these guys, they are American , Americans are very grumpy, as oppose to Europeans, that would be me…” he pauses looking at her reactions, he has the distinct felling she is making an effort not to laugh. “ So… err.. are you coming down anytime soon to …at least greet me with your gracious presence?” Spike asks looking up at her.
“Spike …what the hell is on your mind?” Wesley demands.
“Nuthin’ special, but are you planning on staying here all night?” He asks looking at them, they don’t answer “Well, thought so! Not that I would mind, … but with out you all of course!” Spike says looking up at her again. She tips her head to her left side making her curls dance around her body, she looks deep in Spikes eyes; he shivers. She smiles softly and starts descending slowly. Spike shakes his head from the feeling she made him experience when probing him with her eyes and smiles seeing her descend.
“Ok ...good ...come on gorgeous!” She can’t help to smile wide this time. She was holding it in for too long.
“That’s a good sign … right Angel?” Fred asks. He only looks at her not really knowing the answer. They keep their guns on her as she slowly makes her way down; she keeps her blades in front of her body, not in attack mode but more in a defensive stance. She stops in mid air looking at the guns.
“Oh…come on, no one is going to hurt you! Right Angel?” Spike says looking at them. They don’t move. “Guys…” Spike pleads with them, urging to lower their weapons.
“No one is going to hurt her, as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone!” Angel says avoiding talking straight at her. Something about her annoyed him, her presence made him uncomfortable. He looks at her void of feelings. She tips her head again and looks at all of them one by one stopping at Spike. He smiles encouraging her. She taps the inside part of her wrists together and the blades retract into her arms-wrist cuffs. Fred smiles softly.
“See!” Spike says happy. His happiness annoying Angel even more, than the whole situation with this woman. She looks at them waiting for their move. Angel motions the group to lower the weapons. She smiles and resumes her way down to the floor, to their level. As soon as she hit the floor she retracts her wings on her back, making them look rather small when closed. The wing span from tip to tip is about 11 to 12 feet when opened.
No one moves. They just stand there looking at her.
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Everyone is standing on the Hyperion’s hall facing the dome ceiling jaws and eyes opened wide. After some seconds that look like long minutes Gunn cocks his gun and points it upward.
“Angel… what is that?” Fred asks in such a low tone only a vampire ear can hear it. They all stand there, studying the creature and being studied.
A woman; a black winged woman; floating in mid air. She has pitch black long curly hair, hanging around her waist, wax tone skin and fiery-piercing black eyes. She is wearing a black leather outfit clinging to her curves, with a bit o cleavage. Army type boots, 50 inches knife blades, coming from each leather wrist cuff that cover the length of her forearms. The blades look like extensions of her arms. She doesn’t even blink for a second. The only things moving are her tar-black wings and her waving black curls. She looks at Angel intensely.
“Guys… what do we do?” Fred asks.
“Well I can always ask her to marry me!!” blurts out of Spikes mouth. Fred laughs. The strange creature couldn’t help to curl up a smile. Spike catches it, and smiles tipping his head.
“Well … she ain’t attacking, so let’s just keep our eyes on her!” Angel says coldly.
“As if I could take them off…!” Spike says.
“SPIKE!!! Will you shut up already?” Angels screams his lungs out.
“ Jezz …you need to get laid fast boss!” Spike retorts looking up, catching another suppressed smile on that beautiful creatures lips. Everyone is so perplexed looking at the creature that no one even bothered to calm down Angel and Spike.
“Any ideas on what is it Wesley?” Angel asks looking at Wes. “WESLEY…” Angel calls out louder.
“Uhm…What?” Wes asks looking at Angel.
“What’s wrong with you; you all look bewitched with her!” Angels spits out annoyed.
Everyone exchanges looks.
“Can you blame us… I think I just found the mother of my children!” Spike says. Angels rolls his eyes.
“Will you stop it!!!!”Angel Screams trying to jump at Spike only to go through him. The creature in the ceiling watches them carefully.
“Guys ...calm down!” Fred asks “Remember we felt this same way about Jasmine…” Fred pauses for a while “Wait … no …this is different… I’m not bewitched by her like obviously you men are!!” Fred states. “You are drooling!”
“I’m not!” Angel spat out. Spike looks at him eyes opened wide and shakes his head. The women-creature keeps her position up in mid air her arm-blades to her sides facing down at them. She is paying very much attention to their conversation and studying them.
“So you’re not bewitched?” Gunn asks.
“No... duh … It’s a woman, a very pretty one but I’m straight!” Fred says as-a-matter-of-factly looking at the guys.
“So there is no risk this being something like Jasmine!” Angel says in form of a question.
“I don’t think so, you said it yourself, you’re not bewitched like they are…so it’s a matter of taste in women really, or so I think!” Fred says stumbling on words.
Spike moves away from their circle and walks to stop just under her.
“Spike, Spike what are you doing?” Gunn asks.
“Not getting his ass killed unfortunately, as it is human and vampire impossible!” Angel grunts.
“Uhm …err… excuse me… err… well… gorgeous black winged…” he pauses and sniffs the air up above him resuming his conversation “ …vampire lady…”
“Vampire!!!???” They all say and look at Angel that shrugs his shoulders.
“Didn’t get that …” is his plain answer. But in his mind, he is cussing how the hell he missed that. They frown looking at Angel.
The woman that so far had her eyes on Angel the whole time, now turns her attention to Spike. Spike smiles at her happy.
“Hi… I’m Spike… don’t mind these guys, they are American , Americans are very grumpy, as oppose to Europeans, that would be me…” he pauses looking at her reactions, he has the distinct felling she is making an effort not to laugh. “ So… err.. are you coming down anytime soon to …at least greet me with your gracious presence?” Spike asks looking up at her.
“Spike …what the hell is on your mind?” Wesley demands.
“Nuthin’ special, but are you planning on staying here all night?” He asks looking at them, they don’t answer “Well, thought so! Not that I would mind, … but with out you all of course!” Spike says looking up at her again. She tips her head to her left side making her curls dance around her body, she looks deep in Spikes eyes; he shivers. She smiles softly and starts descending slowly. Spike shakes his head from the feeling she made him experience when probing him with her eyes and smiles seeing her descend.
“Ok ...good ...come on gorgeous!” She can’t help to smile wide this time. She was holding it in for too long.
“That’s a good sign … right Angel?” Fred asks. He only looks at her not really knowing the answer. They keep their guns on her as she slowly makes her way down; she keeps her blades in front of her body, not in attack mode but more in a defensive stance. She stops in mid air looking at the guns.
“Oh…come on, no one is going to hurt you! Right Angel?” Spike says looking at them. They don’t move. “Guys…” Spike pleads with them, urging to lower their weapons.
“No one is going to hurt her, as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone!” Angel says avoiding talking straight at her. Something about her annoyed him, her presence made him uncomfortable. He looks at her void of feelings. She tips her head again and looks at all of them one by one stopping at Spike. He smiles encouraging her. She taps the inside part of her wrists together and the blades retract into her arms-wrist cuffs. Fred smiles softly.
“See!” Spike says happy. His happiness annoying Angel even more, than the whole situation with this woman. She looks at them waiting for their move. Angel motions the group to lower the weapons. She smiles and resumes her way down to the floor, to their level. As soon as she hit the floor she retracts her wings on her back, making them look rather small when closed. The wing span from tip to tip is about 11 to 12 feet when opened.
No one moves. They just stand there looking at her.
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