Angel (broodysoul) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-07-20 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | active: angel, active: bonnie bennett |
Who: Angel & Bonnie Bennett
What: A witch and a vampire meet
When: Shortly after Angel's arrival
Where: Outside the villas
Warnings: Potential unstable vampire
Everything hurt. Angel didn't know why and couldn't explain why, but his body ached as if he was still experiencing the tortures of hell. There were moments when the pain lessened and he felt more coherent, but his demon nature still rose to the surface and wanted to make its presence known. Not the evil inside of him, not him, but the demon that would never truly go away no matter how many souls were shoved into him. His natural instincts that he'd tried so hard to fight off had taken him over for so long, and it was a struggle to push past them and grasp onto the humanity that was there.
That was the mental struggle his mind was battling. Up until that moment in the school's basement with Buffy, he'd been a feral animal leading with instinct. Going after her had been instinct too, but one that was fueled by protectiveness and had sparked his humanity. Afterwards, she'd taken him back to the mansion where he'd been staying, only this time the chains were left as they were. If Angel was going to learn how to live in this world all over again, it couldn't be in chains.
He'd barely left the mansion over the next 24 hours. Despite needing the rest, sleep was next to impossible. Each time he closed his eyes, the years upon years of hell came back to him in an instant. Worst of all, his time as Angelus came back too. He would have rather been consumed with his time in hell than relive the things he'd done without a soul.
Angel was standing in front of one of the larger windows on the north end of the mansion watching the moon when he felt a strange pull and suddenly he was standing in the middle of the street -- in broad daylight. His skin burned as soon as the sunlight touched his skin, and he darted into an alley. At least his survival instincts were still in tact even if his mind completely wasn't. He had no idea where he was or how he was here, but he sure as hell wasn't in Sunnydale anymore.
About that time was when a piece of paper started to float his way and landed at his feet. Angel reached down to pick up what turned out to be a letter "explaining" where he was. Taking a deep breath that he didn't need, Angel closed his eyes and mumbled, "This can't be real." It had to be some kind of mind game, right? Or had whatever that brought him back sent him to Sunnydale as a joke or in error, and now he was here?
People were still walking by, so he took a couple steps back further into the alley. No knowing who was here, or what, he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself until he was able to find some answers. Looking up at the sky, Angel realized that either way, he wasn't going to be getting any answers for a least a couple of hours.