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AtS Crossovers › Misc - Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,578
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Angel, Buffy, or the Twilight books. I make no money from this fanfic...only weird dreams :P
Prologue
A/N 1: Okay, so I was hunting down Twilight fic and have yet to stumble across a crossover with the Slayer and Watcher world. I see this crossover more probable than half of the others I've read...so I decided to try my hand at fanfiction. Please note this is my first fanfiction *ever*, so I'd appreciate any constructive criticism or reviews. If you wish to flame, please note said flames will be used by my muses to feed the stake as we burn Umbridge to the ground.
....it has come to my attention that some readers may not know Twilight or vice versa, and not know either Angel or Buffy. I offer wikipedia links for your perusal...as explaining it would take probably thirty pages.
Buffy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_(TV_series)
Angel: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_(TV_series)
Twilight: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(novel)
Prologue
"Trust me Angelus, with that spell placed on you, you will never find happiness with another. You will be alone your entire life...and it's less than you deserve."
Angel growled as that voice haunted him, taunted him. It had been three months since he had fled from Los Angeles, leaving behind the people he had thought were his friends, that he thought he could trust. Instead, he found out that Cordelia and Gunn had Willow permanently curse him with his soul, with a little added...twist. If he had sex with anyone...male or female, the soul would flee and Angelus would be let loose on Earth again.
Quite frankly, he was sick and tired of being plain, ordinary, boring Angel. He was tired of being the one that got beat, hurt, tortured, nearly beheaded and oh, let's not forget fighting Wolfram and Hart. All he wanted was to be left alone, to just coast through life, however long that was for him. He had actually gone looking for Buffy all those years ago because Doyle had told him that she would lead him to his destiny.
All he had gotten out of it was the release of Angelus...and even then, Angelus's rampage was more of a temper tantrum. He hadn't even gotten close to being truly diabolical.
"Bit cold out there, ain't it?"
Angel blinked as the warm feminine tones pulled him out of his brooding and he looked up into his waitress's eyes, a pale blue that were hazy with exhaustion but she was still acting upbeat and perky.
"Just a bit," replied Angel as the waitress, Sandy her nametag said, placed his cup of coffee before him.
"You sure ah can't get ya anything else sweetheart?" asked Sandy, her head cocked to one side. "Skinny as you are, you could do with some good home-cookin'."
"Just coffee, thanks," replied Angel with a nod.
"Mkay," said Sandy. "But if ya need anythin', just hollah." She walked away, absently smacking the feet of an old man off one of the tables.
Angel just shook his head, slightly bemused by her as he returned his attentions to the map before him. He was in Benton county in Washington, about ten miles outside of Prosser. His goal was to make it to Seattle by tomorrow night and hopefully be in Port Angeles in two, three days. It wouldn't be the same as Los Angeles...but the name was close enough that he could, hopefully, hide there for a month or two.
He hadn't really planned much when he had fled Los Angeles, hadn't really grabbed much of his things beyond filling a duffel bag with clothes and weapons, and strapping his favorite axe to his back. Currently, the bag and his axe were resting in the bed of a snowed in 1990 Ford F-150. Hopefully the damned truck would still be there when he left or he would have to add a few more days to his plans as he tracked his items down.
Sipping his coffee, Angel stared out the window. It was snowing, falling gently and adding more hope that he could make it without being found for now. The longer his confrontation with the Scooby gang was put off, the better. Connor's life belonged to him now and it was obvious that Cordelia, Fred, and Gunn preferred the son to the father. What Wesley and Lorne thought, he had no idea because he had left before he heard their opinions.
Sighing, Angel finished his coffee, placed three bucks on the table, and strode out, map firmly under his arm. It was nearly midnight...time to go. He had six hours, give or take, to make it as far to Seattle as possible. On foot...that could take him days if not weeks.
Grabbing his bag and axe out of the luckily still there truck, Angel strode off down the highway.
-TBC-
A/N: Good, bad, completely worthless? Reviews are appreciated! Oh..and the pairings are, before I completely forget; Angel/Wesley, Spike/Xander, Carlisle/Esme, Jasper/Edward, Bella/Alice. Don't like, just don't read the fic.
....it has come to my attention that some readers may not know Twilight or vice versa, and not know either Angel or Buffy. I offer wikipedia links for your perusal...as explaining it would take probably thirty pages.
Buffy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_(TV_series)
Angel: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_(TV_series)
Twilight: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(novel)
Prologue
"Trust me Angelus, with that spell placed on you, you will never find happiness with another. You will be alone your entire life...and it's less than you deserve."
Angel growled as that voice haunted him, taunted him. It had been three months since he had fled from Los Angeles, leaving behind the people he had thought were his friends, that he thought he could trust. Instead, he found out that Cordelia and Gunn had Willow permanently curse him with his soul, with a little added...twist. If he had sex with anyone...male or female, the soul would flee and Angelus would be let loose on Earth again.
Quite frankly, he was sick and tired of being plain, ordinary, boring Angel. He was tired of being the one that got beat, hurt, tortured, nearly beheaded and oh, let's not forget fighting Wolfram and Hart. All he wanted was to be left alone, to just coast through life, however long that was for him. He had actually gone looking for Buffy all those years ago because Doyle had told him that she would lead him to his destiny.
All he had gotten out of it was the release of Angelus...and even then, Angelus's rampage was more of a temper tantrum. He hadn't even gotten close to being truly diabolical.
"Bit cold out there, ain't it?"
Angel blinked as the warm feminine tones pulled him out of his brooding and he looked up into his waitress's eyes, a pale blue that were hazy with exhaustion but she was still acting upbeat and perky.
"Just a bit," replied Angel as the waitress, Sandy her nametag said, placed his cup of coffee before him.
"You sure ah can't get ya anything else sweetheart?" asked Sandy, her head cocked to one side. "Skinny as you are, you could do with some good home-cookin'."
"Just coffee, thanks," replied Angel with a nod.
"Mkay," said Sandy. "But if ya need anythin', just hollah." She walked away, absently smacking the feet of an old man off one of the tables.
Angel just shook his head, slightly bemused by her as he returned his attentions to the map before him. He was in Benton county in Washington, about ten miles outside of Prosser. His goal was to make it to Seattle by tomorrow night and hopefully be in Port Angeles in two, three days. It wouldn't be the same as Los Angeles...but the name was close enough that he could, hopefully, hide there for a month or two.
He hadn't really planned much when he had fled Los Angeles, hadn't really grabbed much of his things beyond filling a duffel bag with clothes and weapons, and strapping his favorite axe to his back. Currently, the bag and his axe were resting in the bed of a snowed in 1990 Ford F-150. Hopefully the damned truck would still be there when he left or he would have to add a few more days to his plans as he tracked his items down.
Sipping his coffee, Angel stared out the window. It was snowing, falling gently and adding more hope that he could make it without being found for now. The longer his confrontation with the Scooby gang was put off, the better. Connor's life belonged to him now and it was obvious that Cordelia, Fred, and Gunn preferred the son to the father. What Wesley and Lorne thought, he had no idea because he had left before he heard their opinions.
Sighing, Angel finished his coffee, placed three bucks on the table, and strode out, map firmly under his arm. It was nearly midnight...time to go. He had six hours, give or take, to make it as far to Seattle as possible. On foot...that could take him days if not weeks.
Grabbing his bag and axe out of the luckily still there truck, Angel strode off down the highway.
-TBC-
A/N: Good, bad, completely worthless? Reviews are appreciated! Oh..and the pairings are, before I completely forget; Angel/Wesley, Spike/Xander, Carlisle/Esme, Jasper/Edward, Bella/Alice. Don't like, just don't read the fic.