Angel stumbled out of the inn, it was fully dark by this time. His father would be angry but he didn't care. We wove his way from one side of the road to another. The town was deserted, everyone was indoors, asleep. Angel didn't care. He started to sing a bawdy Irish drinking song. He saw a shadow in front of him.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
The shadows become two people, his sister Willamina and his best friend Alexander. They both looked cross.
"What do you want?" he asked and sat heavily on the ground as his legs gave way underneath him.
"We were looking for you." Willamina said. She was thin and tall, long red hair cascading down her back in waves. She folded her arms and stared down at her brother. He grinned stupidly up at her. Alexander pulled him to his feet.
"Look at the state of you. Have you been in there all day?" Alexander knew the answer to that question. "Come on let's get you home."
"Don't wanna go home, want more drink, Alexander," he pouted.
"No brother, you are going home to get sober. No more of this, you're upsetting mother." Willamina frowned at her swaying brother, he was going to fall down again at any moment. Alexander was practically holding him up. Angel pushed him away.
"Feck off, the both of you. I don't need you I don't need fecking anybody. I'm my own man and I can do what I want!" he turned his back on them and made his unsteady way back to the inn.
Willamina and Alexander watched him go. "There's nothing we can do for him when he's like this," Alexander said to her.
"I know, I just hope he does not meet father when he's like that," Willamina replied. They watched Angel go back into the inn, then retraced their steps back into the darkness.
Time passed.
* * *
The next night Angel was back in town again, but he was not looking for pleasures from drink, he was after pleasures of the flesh.
He was sitting in the brothel watching Alexander go up the stairs with one of the ladies of the house. A blonde haired girl sat gracefully on the arm of the chair Angel was sitting in. She was small, blonde and buxom. Just how he liked it.
"Good Sir," she began. "Are you looking for my services tonight?" she winked saucily at him.
He grinned back. He liked this one, she was feisty. He couldn't quite remember her name though, it was something like Betty, or Becky, or was it Buffy? He could not remember, so he did not worry about it. All that was important was that she screamed out his name. He chuckled at the thought.
The whore brought him over a mug of ale. He was not too sure what happened next. The last thing he remembered was falling into the arms of a beautiful whore and the next thing he knew he was on the street, the proprietor physically throwing him out. Alexander following close behind.
He landed heavily on the ground.
"I'll be back when I have found a bit more money! Keep the girls warm!" he looked blurry-eyed around him, he couldn't make out anyone he knew so he began to waver his way back to his father's house. "Come on. We'll sneak in and take some of me father's silver. He'll never miss it. He eats with his hands, the pig.." He said to Alexander. Alexander just moaned and fell to the ground, passed out.
Angel looked at him, a drunken smile on his face. Alexander began to snore, loudly. "Ah. Why don't you rest right here." Now if only he could remember which way to was to his father's house. Was it that way? Or that way? Ireland wasn't that big, he'd find it eventually. He started to weave giddily up the road, when he noticed a fancy dressed woman standing in the shadows of an alley. She looked at him then disappeared into the darkness. Angel smiled, and began to follow her.
Finally he caught up with the mysterious lady. She turned to look at him and smiled. There was a feral look in her eyes which Angel did not notice.
"So, I'd ask myself..." said Angel, "What's a lady of your station doing alone in an alley with the reputation that this one has?"
"Maybe she's lonely." The mysterious lady replied, he could not make out much about her she was to hidden by the shadows.
"In that case," Angel grinned, "I'd offer myself as escort to protect you from harm and to while away the dull hours."
"You're very gracious."
"Hm. It's often been said." He chuckled. The mysterious lady moved out of the shadows and smiled at Angel. She was very beautiful.
"Are you certain you're up to the challenge?"
This made Angel laugh, it was not a very nice sound. He stepped towards her. "My Lady, you'll find that with the exception of an honest day's work, there's no challenge I'm not prepared to face." He paused and looked at her properly. "Oh... But you're a pretty thing. Where are you from?"
"Around. Everywhere."
Angel frowned. "I never been anywhere myself. Always wanted to see the world, but..." my tight fisted father won't let me, I have to learn the family business. Bastard, he thought.
The mysterious lady smiled again. "I could show you."
A leer crossed Angel's face, "Could you, then?"
"Things you've never seen, never even heard of."
"Sounds exciting." Angelus replied, he was getting bored by the exchange, he wanted some action.
"It is. And frightening." Something about the lady changed, it lasted for only a second, but it was more than a shadow crossing her face.
"I'm not afraid. Show me. Show me your world."
"Close your eyes." She commanded. Angel did so, smiling slightly. She put her hand on her shoulder and pulls him close to her. Angel's nose was filled with smells of perfume and another smell, a musty smell, a smell of decay. Angel frowned. It must be the alley, he thought.
Then came the pain. It felt as if someone was burning the base of his neck with red hot pokers, he gasped in pain, immediately he sobered up. He tried to push her away but he felt so weak, and it was so warn in her arms. Angel's knees buckled beneath him and he sank to the ground. The noble woman let him go and stepped away from him. Angel watched, in shock, as she cut her chest open with a nail. He watched as the ruby red blood oozed out of the slash. Fast as lightning she moved and the next thing he knew she was holding him by the hair and forcing his face into her bosom. He tried to push away but he was still to woozy. Three drops of blood fell onto his lips and he swallowed them. It was like fire, he felt invigorated he wrapped his arms around her and drank deeply of her blood.
Darkness descended.
* * *
Willamina screamed, she knew something was wrong with her brother, she ran out of her house and down the road into town, skirts tripping her.
When she reached the town square she found Alexander collapsed on the floor. He was snoring. She gave him a hefty kick to the rump. "Where's my brother? Wake up you eegit!" he moaned in his stupor and rolled over. Willamina kicked him again, and walked away. She looked wildly around the town square. Where would her brother be? The dark mouth of the alley way caught her eye. She strode towards it.
Inside the alley, Angelus had come round. The mysterious noble woman was standing over him with the blonde whore from the inn. The noble woman had a hand closed around her mouth. The whore's eyes were wide and whimpers her coming from behind the woman's hand.
"My darling," the noble woman said. "You must be hungry. I've brought you something to eat." She smiled and Angelus was sure he could see pointy teeth. All thoughts were forced from his mind by a wracking cramp in his stomach, he grunted in pain.
"Oh my dearest, you must eat." With a flick of her wrist the whore was lying on the floor in front of Angelus. He heard her whimper and then she passed out. The noble woman crouched by the unconscious whore and lifted up her head with her hair. "It's very easy, Angelus. All you have to do is bite here," she stroked the base of the blonde whore's neck, "and drink deeply."
In a daze, Angelus followed her commands. As he bit into the whore's neck the fire burned up inside of him again. As the blood hit the roof of his mouth he savoured the taste. He began to drink deeply.
* * *
Willamina heard voices at the other end of the alleyway. Quietly she began to creep forwards, hiding in the shadows. Slowly she crept up on the voices, when she saw who it was she smothered a gasp.
The tableau in front of her was eerie. A noble lady was standing over her brother and her brother was sucking on the neck of a prostitute. It seemed to last forever, the prostitute's limbs twitched once and were still, instinctively Willamina knew she was dead. The alleyway seemed to darken.
Eventually, Angelus's head rose from the body and turned to look in the shadows where Willamina was standing.
His face was covered in blood.
Willamina screamed as Angelus, her brother launched himself at her. He leapt twenty feet with ease grabbing her by the neck as she turned to flee.
"No, no little sister. Don't go now, the festivities have barely begun." He flung her into a wall. His strength was amazing. Willamina hit the wall and slid slowly down it, dazed, she turned to face her brother, but he was gone. In his place, wearing his clothes was a monster, his face was twisted into the vestige of a demon, sharp teeth protruded over his bottom lip. His eyes glowed like a cats in the darkness of the alley. She tried to scream but no noise came out. She whimpered instead.
"Don't do that little sister. We don't want anyone to disturb us." In the background the noble lady was laughing quietly.
"Angel-" Willamina whispered.
Angelus laughed, it was an evil sound. "Your Angel is gone, forever. Angelus lives, forever!" he grabbed his sister around the neck and pulled her close to him. She could smell the mustiness of death and decay.
"What are you?" she whimpered.
"I am your Angel of Death!" he laughed as he sunk he sharpened teeth into the base of her neck.
"Brother!" she cried, tears running down her cheek. She could feel the blood flowing out of her body. Every beat of her heart made her lose more. All the while she could feel her brother suckling on her neck. It repulsed her, but she could not do anything about it.
Her limbs felt like lead weights and the alley was getting darker still. She knew death was upon her.
"Forgive him!" she whispered. Her head lolled to the side, eyes glazed over, staring unseeingly at the monster in a noble woman's clothes.
It went dark.
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