Angel hated fighting New York City vampires. They fought dirtier than Los Angeles vampires and smelled of the sewer. He grunted and growled when he noticed two of them had gone after Fred. No one touched his Childe, and knowing two vampires were now turning on her, made Angel vamp out.
It didn't take him long to take care of the two vamps that had attacked him. He turned toward Fred just as she yelled his name. "I'm fine," he said before turning toward the vampire the others were attacking. He grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him off the ground. "And you're next!"
"Hey, whoa!" the vampire said, struggling in get away from Angel. "If you don't let go of me, my father will have you dusted!"
"I don't even know who your father is," Angel said, shaking the vampire a little.
"Let me spell it out for you - I'm Trevor Williams." Angel blinked and stared at the vampire. "Harry Williams' son." Angel blinked again. "He wrote about of plays. Won a bunch of Tonys. I'm one of the good guys! Soulless, yes, but I'm good! I'm what you call an information vamp. Need to find something? I'm your man...vamp!"
Angel reluctantly let the vamp...Trevor go. "What did you do to piss them off?" he asked, motioning toward the dust.
"They asked me to find this demon for them. I looked up what they wanted and there was no way I was going to help them raise a I'telck demon. Do you know how much bad mojo those demons can bring. They were the ones that started the Chicago fire years ago. Kind of like New York City too much to let it burn down," Trevor said as he straightened out his suit. He smiled and nodded at Fred before looking at Angel again. "What a minute! You're him, aren't you?"
"Huh?" Angel asked.
"You're Angel...the vampire with a soul. I knew it was you!" Trevor said as he bounced a little and started to dig through his pockets. "I should've known by the big forehead."
"My forehead isn't big!" Angel said as he rubbed it and looked at Fred. "Is my forehead big?"
"Here it is!" Trevor suddenly exclaimed as he pulled a pen out of his pocket. He then pulled out a piece of paper and thrust it at Angel. "Sign an autograph for me? Dude, I can't believe you're Angel! I'm a huge fan! Even made a website dedicated to you!"
Angel just blankly stared at him. "Erm..."
Fred joined Angel, staring at the other vampire as he explained who he was. An Information Vamp? She'd never heard of anything like that before. In fact, she had never heard a vampire without a soul talking the way this one did before. It was almost as though...he were still human.
Before she could ask how in the world he was the way he was when he didn't have a soul, Trevor had suddenly appeared to recognize Angel. She found herself looking over at him in disbelief, shaking her head when he asked if his forehead was big. She never thought so. She always thought he was just right.
"Your forehead's--," she started to say but was interrupted by Trevor asking Angel for an autograph. "Wait...you have a website? For Angel? How do you...?"
"I told you, I'm an Information Vamp! Started hearing about him, checked online to see if others had and found a bunch of people on a bulletin board. When the board went down, I made us a new place, complete with information on him and..." He looked at her. "Hold on. You're Fred, aren't you? The girl he saved? His new love? But..."
He looked her up on down, and Fred suddenly thought she knew what it was like when a scientist examined a specimen before dissecting it.
"When were you turned into a vampire?! We didn't hear anything about this on the website?" Trevor shook his head. "Oh my God, the shippers are going to flip about this! And Karia's going to die when she finds out her story's almost like real life now."
"Wait--wha...?" Fred asked. "Shippers? Stories? People are writing about us?"
"Oh, yeah! Honey, people love the two of you together!"
Fred looked over at Angel, suddenly wondering what surreal Neverland they had stumbled into instead of New York City. "That's good. I think."
Angel didn't know what to say. He continued to stare at Trevor as he continued to talk about websites and shippers and stories. Stories? People wrote stories about them? "Stories?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "People actually write about Fred and I? Like - stories about us? About things we do? How are they finding out about the things we do?" He reached over to shake Trevor again but the vampire stepped back.
"Not about things you've done. We just make things up," Trevor explained as he waved the piece of paper around. "You should read some of the smut."
"Smut?" Angel curiously asked. "What's smut?"
"Stories about...sex," Trevor whispered.
Angel glared at Trevor and tore the piece of paper out of his hands. He then grabbed him around the collar and started to shake him. "You are to stop writing about our sex lives," he growled. He then pushed Trevor down onto the ground and turned toward Fred. "Lets go."
"C'mon, Angel! Don't be like this. The stories are just for fun," Trevor said as he stood up. He picked up his pen and cleaned it off. "Let me write down the website for you and you can check it out."
"No thanks," Angel said as he looked over at Fred. "We need to find Gwen's contact."
"Gwen?" Trevor quickly said. "The electric Gwen? Oh my god! I talked to you this morning on the phone and I didn't know it was you?! Oh man."
"You're Gwen's friend?" Angel asked. Trevor nodded, while Angel groaned.
Smut? People wrote stories about her and Angel...having sex? She couldn't help but think about what she and Angel had done the night before in the hotel, and the idea that someone out there was imagining them doing things like that was a bit...disconcerting. Especially since they were letting other people read them. What did they know about the two of them? They had no idea what she liked to say to Angel and what he liked to do to her.
She was starting to realize that vampires were indeed able to get headaches.
Like Angel, she didn't really want to see the website either, knowing that as long as she didn't know exactly what they were saying about them, she didn't have to think about it. Or worry about it. In the end, the only thing that mattered in her and Angel's relationship was her and Angel.
Going to find Gwen's friend instead sounded like a very good idea, but when Trevor said that he was the person they were looking for, Fred couldn't believe it. Raking a hand through her hair, she then shook her head. "Maybe we should go somewhere to talk then," she said. "Since obviously, this isn't exactly the safest place to be."
"We can go to my place," Trevor offered. "Or there's an upscale demon bar not to far..."
"Your place," Fred said, looking at Angel. She was sure they didn't want to be talking about this where anyone could hear them. Especially in a demon bar, considering vampire hearing.
"Great!" he said as they headed down the alley. "Hey, maybe you two can record something for my site using the webcam. Everyone would love that!"
Reaching out, Fred squeezed Angel's arm gently. They needed this information, whatever was going on, so they'd get through this.
"Oh, man," Trevor suddenly groaned.
"What?" Fred asked.
"Those toads slashed my tires," he said mournfully, staring at what looked to be a very expensive car.