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[Oct. 26th, 2006|08:07 pm]
This Dark World


[Current Location |Outside New York City]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]

Fred could see lights in the distance, glowing against the dark sky and washing out the stars that she had grown used to seeing the last few nights during their journey. They were almost like stars in their own right, providing direction for them, helping them reach their destination.

She glanced over at Angel for a moment, wanting to ask how long he thought it would be before they got into the city before deciding not to and turning to look back out the window. Even though she loved Angel more than anything in the world, part of her was still somewhat unsettled by what he had done. He had done it for her, because he loved her, but still...

She could feel it in the background, the demon inside her - like an ever present voice, a second personality, just waiting to be freed and do all the dark things it wanted to do. When she had woken up after being shot by one of those zombie cops, thinking that she had have died, only to find herself confused and overwhelmed by a hunger she had never felt before, she wanted to hate Angel even as he apologized and tried to explain why he had done it. He had been holding her in his arms on the ground as she bled to death, so soon after they had realized how much they loved each other, and he had turned her to save her. So he wouldn't lose her.

Her handsome man who had come to Pylea to save her from the monsters thanks to Doyle's vision...had turned her into one. He had called Willow to come down and put her soul back in her before she woke up for the first time, so she had never known what was like to have the demon free, speaking with her mouth, acting with her body, but still, she could feel it, poking her, whispering to her. Sometimes, she wondered how Angel was ever able to sleep because that seemed to be when it became the loudest.

She had wanted to hate him and had locked herself away, even as part of her wanted to go to him - he was her Sire, and that connection as well as the love she still felt for him was strong. Stronger than the hate. Finally, she had come out, seeking out the man she loved, her Sire, and she had broken down on him, crying and beating on him.

After which, they had started putting their li--they had begun rebuilding what they had together. It was much more intense, the Sire-Childe bond adding to the bond they already had as lovers.

But even as they found their way back together, things weren't the same with the others. Cordy, Doyle, Gunn, they all looked at Angel differently, wondering what else he might do if he would turn the woman he claimed to love. And as for her, she could see they saw her as different. It started to wear on them, so when Gwen had showed up at the Hyperion with news that there were some very strange things happening New York - things that were out of the ordinary even for the demonic underworld that thrived there - they had decided that it would be good for the two of them to go alone.

So now there they were, driving into New York City. It was beautiful, so different from Los Angeles. There was a...feeling about it that she had never gotten while she had been living in California.

Looking over at Angel again, she reached over and touched his shoulder briefly. "Where are we going to start?" she asked softly. "The area where Gwen said she had been staying while she was here?"

[User Picture]From: broodychampion
2007-02-15 03:43 am (UTC)
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.
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From: sciencegrlfred
2007-04-13 03:41 am (UTC)
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.
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[User Picture]From: broodychampion
2007-07-05 02:57 pm (UTC)
Continued here
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