Paul Sterling (paulster) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-04-29 12:10:00 |
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March 23
Angelus + Rocco Spinnet
Angelus' Cell | PG13
Rocco gets the fun job of babysitting Angelus for a while
Gdoc Complete
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It was bound to have happened eventually, although, far sooner than he’d ever intended. Angelus knew that the white hats were likely working on a way to “fix him” and bring back the killjoy and bane of his existence otherwise known as Angel, but he wasn’t about to give up yet. He’d escaped cages more secure than this with slightly more competent guards. He sat at the back of his cell and groaned dramatically. His guard dogs had just had a shift change, and he peered out the cell bars to see who it was this time. “What’s a guy gotta do to get a little quality entertainment in here? I’d kill for some reruns of Bewitched. Mmm, that Samantha. She can nose-twitch in my direction anytime.” Rocco was sitting in a chair with his feet on a desk keeping an eye on their “guest.” Mostly he was trying to ignore him because the guy was a real arse. To be fair, Rocco supposed he’d be an arse too if he were locked in a magical cage but he got the impression that Angelus didn’t mind it that much, he was just enjoying taunting people. He glanced up from the book he’d been reading and rolled his eyes. “No, we don’t have telly down here. Probably wouldn’t work anyway and if we did, I’ve never heard of that program.” It must be a Muggle show or maybe vampires had their own programs, he’d never met a vampire. A couple of werewolves and a lot of ghosts but no vampires. His curiosity getting the best of him, he dropped his feet to the floor and tossed the book on the desk. “How long have you been a vampire?” he asked. “A long time? I don’t know any vampires personally, so my knowledge is limited.” Who hadn’t heard of Bewitched? Angelus mostly ignored the guard dog who apparently lived under a rock. Or maybe the kids these days didn’t have an appreciation for the classics. He knew that was the case with a lot of new vampires the last time he was in LA and his actual home world. Sighing, he leaned his head against the wall as he sat in his cell bored as fuck. He was even more bored when the guy started asking him how long he’d been a vampire? Really? He wanted to small talk? Now it was Angelus’ turn to roll his eyes and groan. “Well, you see, Deputy Sheriff Fife, the best way to learn about vampires is to be shown instead of told. But I guess that’s something you’d have to check with Andy about, isn’t it?” Rocco had no clue what Angelus was talking about but he had quickly seen that admitting he had little knowledge of the world the vampire lived in was only going to result in his getting mocked. “Unless Andy happens to live in London, I don’t know him, but I think it’s pretty likely that no one wants you to show them how to be a vampire. I’m happy being a wizard.” Maybe being immortal might be interesting but eventually everyone around you would die and that wouldn’t be fun. “Are all vampires smart arses or is that just something unique to you?” If Angelus could have hurt himself by rolling his eyes too hard then this would have probably been one of those moments. Did they really stick him with this idiot? He couldn’t even insult him properly because the guy had no fucking clue was he was talking about. Was their new version of torture? Because it was definitely worse than a hot poker being impaled into his gut. “I don’t know, maybe you should ask the other half dozen vampires that live in this city,” Angelus countered and lightly banged his head against the wall as he sat there. Maybe it would knock him out and then he wouldn’t have to listen to this idiot’s incessant questioning. There were other vampires here, not those like him exactly, but even after just a little scouting, he knew there were others here from different worlds. It was pointless trying to make conversation with this wanker, he thought. He wanted to remind him that he was the one who had started talking to him but he was sure that would just earn him another smart ass comment. “I know there are other vampires here,” Rocco said mildly. “Most of them aren’t like you though. They aren’t going around killing people and leaving their bodies as presents for people.” Probably not the best thing to say but Angelus was in a cage and Rocco was ninety nine percent sure he couldn’t get out of it. He wasn’t about to admit that he was worried about that one percent chance though. “Sounds like a group of piss poor vampires,” Angelus said of the others in the city. What was the point of being a vampire if you didn’t take advantage of the fun that came along with it? He’d made a name for himself during the height of his time as a soulless vampire during the 1800s and then came along that little girl from Romania and his unlife was fucked up from there on out. Did he care what this guy or anyone else thought of his habits as a vampire? Nope. Not even a little bit. Groaning out of boredom, Angelus leaned back again and went on to ignore most anything the guy had to say after that. He began humming a tune to himself that probably sounded innocent in and of itself, but was hardly that way inside of the vampire’s twisted mind. He simply kept on fantasizing the many different ways he was going to kill, maim, or torture the lovely citizens of Atlantis. |