Title: Glimmers of Eternity
Author: Perotessa Detwieler
Category: dramatic, Shonen-ai, dark, vampires/demons. X-over with Angel the Series
Pairings: 2x1, 4x3
Spoilers: None. This is set in an AU world.
Warnings: Maybe a bit of rough language. Mostly though, this one is pretty mild.
Disclaimer: THEY'RE MINE! MINE! And the only way you'll get them back is to pry them out of my cold dead hands!!!
Notes: I've been reading a whole bunch of Angel the Series and Buffy the Vampire Slayer fic lately. I've only found one GW/B:tVS cross over though. This one is...."different". Set in L.A. it doesn't fit in the Angel time line at all, and our Boys aren't Gundam pilots. Hope you like it.
Summary: Angel is confronted with a problem that has potentially far reaching consequences for the demon community. Will he help a "helpless" Master Vampire? Or turn his back on the whole situation?
Cordelia Chase glanced nervously over at the golden haired prospective client, Quatre Raberba Winner. Cordelia may have been out of the loop for a few years but even she knew of the Winner name. They were a multi-billion dollar international conglomerate. That he had business in Los Angels was a given. That he felt that Angel Investigations could help him was mind boggling. Now if only Angel would show up!
However Angel was nowhere to be found. Cordelia had tried to contact him through his cell phone and had found that it was off. She didn't know how much longer she could keep the billionaire around the office until Angel decided to show up.
Mister Winner glanced once more at his watch and grimaced faintly. Cordelia knew that look. She began to panic and cast about desperately for something to distract their potential client. "Would you like some more tea, Mister Winner?" she asked sweetly.
Aquamarine eyes darted up and clashed with her own brown. A warm if slightly weary smile creased the young man's face. "No thank you Miss Chase. I do find that I do have another appointment I must see to soon though. I must admit to being disappointed that I was unable to meet with your employer."
'Not as disappointed as I am.' seethed Cordy. 'When I get my hands on that vampire!' She put on a strained smile. "I really don't know where he is. He should have been back. It is rather odd that his cell phone is turned off though."
The Winner heir nodded in understanding then stood up. "I really am sorry that I can not stay any longer. However," he said pulling out a card from his breast pocket. "This is where I am staying, and the phone number. Please have ...er...'Angel' contact me as soon as he is able."
Cordelia took the card almost reverently, glancing at the address. It took all her will power not to let her jaw drop open. "I will make sure he gets it." Quatre smiled and turned to go.
Cordelia watched helplessly as Mister Winner left walking out into the sunshine.
She collapsed onto her desktop pounding her small fists on it. "Angel! When I get my hands on you! I am going to tear you a new one!" she raged.
Angel and his diminutive opponent had gone around and around the conduit battleground. Angel wasn't even breathing, but the boy was panting for breathe. However this little tell tale sign didn't take away from the flush and delighted sparkle in his blue violet eyes. For a guy who was just barely holding his own, he seemed pretty happy.
Angel himself was covered in scores of small nicks and cuts where the blade had slipped through his defenses. The boy didn't seem to want to kill him just "play" with him. That made his caged demon snarl and rattle at its bars. Angelus could take a lot; being made a fool of was not on the list of options however.
If this boy was a vampire, Angel wondered why he was down in the tunnels. Why was he looking around? What was he looking for? And why was he breathing so hard? Why hadn't he gone into game face? Angel had felt the familiar slip into his true face the first time that blade had sliced into his flesh. And yet this happily grinning blue eyed boy had yet to shift. In fact, he hadn't betrayed any vampiric traits other than the non existent heartbeat.
The boy spread his arms wide, sword held in his right hand. With his left he made a beckoning motion: 'come on." Angel growled, crouched down then sprang forward.
The boy-vamp reciprocated with a spectacularly showy move, turning and twisting, ducking slightly; his cloak swirling around him. Angel grabbed it with both hands and pulled. Instead of one tangled up boy-vamp, Angel found only an empty cloak and it's previous wearer grinning madly a few feet away.
They sprang at each other at the same time. Angel's golden eyes flashing. Then it all went wrong. The boy stumbled overexerting himself. He staggered, whirled and fell to one knee gasping for breathe. Unsure weather this was a ruse or not, Angel just watched him, unwilling to approach.
Angel turned with prenatural speed toward the sound and found himself suddenly once again on the defensive as another vampire, this one in total demonic gameface rushed him. He cursed his luck wondering what the hell was going on, as he ducked and threw himself out of the way of another sword.
The raging vampire put himself between Angel and the panting boy. A continuous growl reverberated through the air. 'Sire?' thought Angel. 'That boy is this ones Sire? How old is he? What's wrong with him? How many other childer does he have with him in these tunnels?'
Deciding caution was the better part of valor, Angel took a step back and raised his hands. "Look. I don't know what's going on here but-" A third boy rushed in. He had dark tousled hair and a look of panic on his face as he knelt swiftly by the violet eyed boy's side. Angel was able to pick up his feverish whisper: "Sire? Are you alright?"
'Again with the 'sire'! What the hell!' He didn't have a chance to question or explain as the amber eyed demon in front of him snarled and sprang forward. The besouled vampire wasn't sure if he wanted to fight or not. If he killed this vampire he wouldn't get any answers to his questions. But it was becoming harder and harder to hold back as that sword swept closer and closer. Dully he realized that he was being herded away from the two teenaged looking vamps and into another tunnel.
The vampire suddenly stopped his attack. He glared hatefully at Angel then in a blur of motion cut a nozzle off a pipe. Steam filled the air between the combatants. Angel fell back cursing at the surprise move. "Damnit!" he yelled realizing that this was just a discretionary tactic. He barreled through the steam and into the conduit.
The three vampires were gone.