From the Angel File:1870
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Title: From the Angel File:1870
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Angelus's adventure haunting the Opera Populaire.
Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy or Angel or The Phantom of the Opera
Notes:This is for the August fic a day.
Word Count: 514
Angel went to his file in the Wolfram and Hart Files and Records room. It was late and no one was around so he didn't feel so guilty looking up his file. Somehow, he felt less guilty reading his file when no one was around. After Dawn's call about the Opera Populaire, he had to see just what was in that section of his file. He had stopped reading a couple of weeks ago when Spike had been made corporeal. Angel had reached the 1860's in his file by then. That had covered about half of his 35 file cabinets. Angel found the right year and then found what Dawn had been talking about.
Angelus was living in the underground caverns of the Paris Opera house. One of the chorus girls, Christine Daae, had been beautiful and lonely. She spent hours in the chapel near the entrance to his caverns. Angelus became fascinated with her. Christine was his type of woman: young, naive, pretty and lonely. Angelus decided he would teach her, to sing and to please him. But Christine would only sing. She fell in love with a young Viscomte and left him.
Angelus had never been a vampire who gave up easily. He followed the young lovers around the opera house and the surrounding area. He had convinced Christine that she could not leave except to visit her father's grave. Angelus followed her and was in the process of seducing her into the crypt he occupied when the Vicomte showed up. Angelus was able to leave the shelter as the day was so foggy that the vampire didn't have to worry about the sunlight. Vicomte and Vampire dueled with swords and the Vicomte escaped with the girl.
Angelus had one last ploy- his opera that the company was performing. Angelus would take the stage as Don Juan in the last act and sweep Christine off the stage and back into his lair beneath the opera house. His plan worked, but they were followed. He made Christine choose to either live with him or end her lover's life. She choose to stay. Some how the very fact that she would choose to live with the vampire underground ruined all of Angelus's fun. That and he only had enough time to escape the coming mob if he let the Vicomte and Christine go. Not that the crowd knew how to kill him but someone could always get in a lucky swing and remove his head. Angelus chose to let them go so he could live another day because there would always be a chance for another massacre.
Angel read to the end of the file. Surprised to see another family tree. This one for the Lehane family, ending with Faith, the vampire slayer. That was a surprising twist that Angelus, by saving his own skin set up the instrument of his own later imprisonment over a century later. Angel chuckled at yet another irony from his file as he went in search of some Irish whiskey to drown the other memories from his file.
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Title: From the Angel File:1870
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Angelus's adventure haunting the Opera Populaire.
Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy or Angel or The Phantom of the Opera
Notes:This is for the August fic a day.
Word Count: 514
Angel went to his file in the Wolfram and Hart Files and Records room. It was late and no one was around so he didn't feel so guilty looking up his file. Somehow, he felt less guilty reading his file when no one was around. After Dawn's call about the Opera Populaire, he had to see just what was in that section of his file. He had stopped reading a couple of weeks ago when Spike had been made corporeal. Angel had reached the 1860's in his file by then. That had covered about half of his 35 file cabinets. Angel found the right year and then found what Dawn had been talking about.
Angelus was living in the underground caverns of the Paris Opera house. One of the chorus girls, Christine Daae, had been beautiful and lonely. She spent hours in the chapel near the entrance to his caverns. Angelus became fascinated with her. Christine was his type of woman: young, naive, pretty and lonely. Angelus decided he would teach her, to sing and to please him. But Christine would only sing. She fell in love with a young Viscomte and left him.
Angelus had never been a vampire who gave up easily. He followed the young lovers around the opera house and the surrounding area. He had convinced Christine that she could not leave except to visit her father's grave. Angelus followed her and was in the process of seducing her into the crypt he occupied when the Vicomte showed up. Angelus was able to leave the shelter as the day was so foggy that the vampire didn't have to worry about the sunlight. Vicomte and Vampire dueled with swords and the Vicomte escaped with the girl.
Angelus had one last ploy- his opera that the company was performing. Angelus would take the stage as Don Juan in the last act and sweep Christine off the stage and back into his lair beneath the opera house. His plan worked, but they were followed. He made Christine choose to either live with him or end her lover's life. She choose to stay. Some how the very fact that she would choose to live with the vampire underground ruined all of Angelus's fun. That and he only had enough time to escape the coming mob if he let the Vicomte and Christine go. Not that the crowd knew how to kill him but someone could always get in a lucky swing and remove his head. Angelus chose to let them go so he could live another day because there would always be a chance for another massacre.
Angel read to the end of the file. Surprised to see another family tree. This one for the Lehane family, ending with Faith, the vampire slayer. That was a surprising twist that Angelus, by saving his own skin set up the instrument of his own later imprisonment over a century later. Angel chuckled at yet another irony from his file as he went in search of some Irish whiskey to drown the other memories from his file.
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twistedshorts)
