Strange Place to Live:
DISCLAIMER: Okay, obviously anything you recognize, I don't own. Buffy: The Vampire Slayer and all related characters, etc. doesn't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them. I don't any of the song lyrics, either. What I do own is the plot and events of these specific stories, and any characters you don't recognize.
SPOILERS: I started writing this series before Helpless, so Giles was never fired. However, I did know Angel was going to be leaving, and I assumed Faith would be somehow written out. No real spoilers, though.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is Book One of my "Strange Place to Live" series. It takes place after Angel's been in L.A. for a year. This story is mostly fluff, but it's also a set up for the rest of my series, so please give it a chance. This was the first piece of Buffy fan fiction I managed to complete.
Prologue
"I have been given
one moment from heaven
as I am walking
surrounded by night,
Stars high above me
make a wish under moonlight."
~On My Way Home
Enya
Sunnydale, CA
Friday night
On the surface everything was calm in Sunnydale. It was a warm, clear night in the early summer and the local residents made their ways home for a relaxing evening. Even the vampires were quiet this evening.
But things can always change.
There were two new arrivals in Sunnydale.
The first one had been here before, and hoped to be staying for a while. Angel leaned against his car and looked up at the sky. It felt good to be back in Sunnydale. He hadn't told anyone he was coming back to town and didn't even know where he was going to stay yet. Seeing as how it was after sundown but still early in the relatively evening, he figured he'd try and find Buffy. He'd follow her for a while, like he used to, and find out what was going on. Just watch. She was probably already patrolling. Keeping to the shadows, Angel made his quiet way through the nighttime streets.
The second new arrival also made his way through town, keeping to the shadows as well. He too was looking for someone. But he was not happy to be in Sunnydale. Magically armed, he searched for his prey.
With two people lurking in the same shadowy streets with the same sort of destinations in mind - local cemeteries perhaps - it may have been only a matter of time before they would run into each other. Or perhaps it was intentional, planned by someone or something.
Angel turned down an alley off of one of the quieter streets. He was preoccupied by his thoughts, and so was not aware of the hunter until they practically ran into each other. Angel was about to apologize and move on when the hunter snarled in anger and began to chant. Before Angel could make any move to flee or attack he was consumed by a terrible pain that made him cry out, then fell to the ground, unconscious.
The Hunter smiled and lifted a stake.
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