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This is a fanfiction based on Angel in the future. Hence the title. Mainly what this is about is how Angel makes new friends, new enemies, and all together, a new sense of himself.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my Original Characters.
Chapter One: The Man in the Shadows
Angel stood in the alleyway, rain pouring down on him. He didn't seem to notice it, as he looked on, staring at the passer- byers. He always thought New York was beautiful at Nighttime, all the different lights.
He stepped out into the street, hands in his pockets. The world definitely looked different in the year 2090. So much new technology. New cities.
He hadn't expected to live this long, of course. He thought he would have died in the apocalypse of 2004. Gunn, Wesley, Lorne, all dead. Spike and Illyria had disappeared after the battle. He'd never heard from them again.
And Buffy. Not a day passed still where he didn't think about her. He knew she was probably dead now, along with her friends. His heart ached every time he thought about that.
But here he was now, in New York City. He didn't exactly know what for, either. He had nothing left to give. He could never be human again, he had signed that away.
Standing there now, looking up at the sky, he knew it didn't matter right now. Because with the apocalypse, brought new demons. More vampires. And he had a duty to fight them, to protect those weaker than him.
He stared into the distance, looking at the Wolfram and Hart building that stood on a hill outside of the city.
Wherever there was a Wolfram and Hart, there was always sure to be trouble.
He sat alone in his apartment, drinking week old blood. His apartment building was shabby, the walls cracked with moss on them. The windows were covered in dust and dirt.
He took a sip of the blood and sat back onto the chair. It had been decades since he had slept. Nightmares and images always flashed in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
He sighed and set the blood down.
"Buffy...Cordelia..." He whispered, holding his heads in his hands. He lifted his head up, a small tear brimming in his eye. "Connor."
He had found Connor the night after the battle. He had lived, took his father's advice and moved with his family. Angel would come by every now and then to check up on him, watching him from a distance. Until the day he dreaded came.
Connor had died.
Just like everyone else, Connor died of old age. Angel had been there, watching through the window, waiting for the time for him to pass away.
It was his time, there was nothing he could have done.
That was the downside of living forever. Watching the people you loved die.
And that was when Angel had moved to New York. There had been many wars here over the last couple of years, humans vs demons, Demons vs demons. Whatever it was, Angel was here to stop it.
By himself.
He sighed and stood up. He looked out the window of his apartment, at the moon glimmering light down on him. For a second, he felt better. The moon helped him on the days he couldn't go on. It just made him stop thinking about what had happened.
What would happen.
His attention was broken away when a scream shattered his ears. He looked down.
A women was being attacked by a man. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down, landing on top of her.
Angel knew it was no man.
"Give me your money!" The man screamed, smashing the women's head against the pavement.
The women screamed, blood pouring out onto the sidewalk. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wallet. Weakly, she threw it. It landed behind the man.
The man grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light.
"See, that wasn't so hard."
Suddenly his face transformed. His brows interconnected, his eyes blazed a furious yellow. Elonged fangs grew from his mouth, spittle forming at the ends of them.
"Now for the best part," he said, leaning into the women.
The women let out a cry as the fangs broke her skin, digging into her neck.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?"
The vampire broke away from the women. He stood up, a little startled. His surprised face grew into a smile as he saw the man standing in front of him.
Angel shrugged. "Of course, you probably ate your mother."
The vampire let out a cheeky laugh. "She tasted like chicken."
Angel shook his head, looking at the women.
"Go."
The women weakly got up and ran, stumbling along the street.
Then vampire growled. "This is my territory. You have no right to-"
He was cut off by a sharp blow to the face. He flew backwards. He was stopped by a brick wall. He slid to the ground, his face contorted with pain and anger.
"I really don't care what you have to say right now." Angel said, walking towards him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stake.
The vampire, despite the situation he was in, grinned bravely. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, blood dripping from his nose.
Angel leaned down and grabbed him by the collar. He pulled him up, looking him right in the face. Bringing the stake up, he kept his gaze with the vampire.
"I'm Angel."
He brought the stake down, digging it into the vampires chest. With a cry of pain, the vampire exploded into dust.
Angel stared blankly at the newly formed pile of dust.
"You better remember that."
Without another word, he turned and stalked off into the darkness.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my Original Characters.
Chapter One: The Man in the Shadows
Angel stood in the alleyway, rain pouring down on him. He didn't seem to notice it, as he looked on, staring at the passer- byers. He always thought New York was beautiful at Nighttime, all the different lights.
He stepped out into the street, hands in his pockets. The world definitely looked different in the year 2090. So much new technology. New cities.
He hadn't expected to live this long, of course. He thought he would have died in the apocalypse of 2004. Gunn, Wesley, Lorne, all dead. Spike and Illyria had disappeared after the battle. He'd never heard from them again.
And Buffy. Not a day passed still where he didn't think about her. He knew she was probably dead now, along with her friends. His heart ached every time he thought about that.
But here he was now, in New York City. He didn't exactly know what for, either. He had nothing left to give. He could never be human again, he had signed that away.
Standing there now, looking up at the sky, he knew it didn't matter right now. Because with the apocalypse, brought new demons. More vampires. And he had a duty to fight them, to protect those weaker than him.
He stared into the distance, looking at the Wolfram and Hart building that stood on a hill outside of the city.
Wherever there was a Wolfram and Hart, there was always sure to be trouble.
He sat alone in his apartment, drinking week old blood. His apartment building was shabby, the walls cracked with moss on them. The windows were covered in dust and dirt.
He took a sip of the blood and sat back onto the chair. It had been decades since he had slept. Nightmares and images always flashed in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
He sighed and set the blood down.
"Buffy...Cordelia..." He whispered, holding his heads in his hands. He lifted his head up, a small tear brimming in his eye. "Connor."
He had found Connor the night after the battle. He had lived, took his father's advice and moved with his family. Angel would come by every now and then to check up on him, watching him from a distance. Until the day he dreaded came.
Connor had died.
Just like everyone else, Connor died of old age. Angel had been there, watching through the window, waiting for the time for him to pass away.
It was his time, there was nothing he could have done.
That was the downside of living forever. Watching the people you loved die.
And that was when Angel had moved to New York. There had been many wars here over the last couple of years, humans vs demons, Demons vs demons. Whatever it was, Angel was here to stop it.
By himself.
He sighed and stood up. He looked out the window of his apartment, at the moon glimmering light down on him. For a second, he felt better. The moon helped him on the days he couldn't go on. It just made him stop thinking about what had happened.
What would happen.
His attention was broken away when a scream shattered his ears. He looked down.
A women was being attacked by a man. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down, landing on top of her.
Angel knew it was no man.
"Give me your money!" The man screamed, smashing the women's head against the pavement.
The women screamed, blood pouring out onto the sidewalk. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wallet. Weakly, she threw it. It landed behind the man.
The man grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light.
"See, that wasn't so hard."
Suddenly his face transformed. His brows interconnected, his eyes blazed a furious yellow. Elonged fangs grew from his mouth, spittle forming at the ends of them.
"Now for the best part," he said, leaning into the women.
The women let out a cry as the fangs broke her skin, digging into her neck.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?"
The vampire broke away from the women. He stood up, a little startled. His surprised face grew into a smile as he saw the man standing in front of him.
Angel shrugged. "Of course, you probably ate your mother."
The vampire let out a cheeky laugh. "She tasted like chicken."
Angel shook his head, looking at the women.
"Go."
The women weakly got up and ran, stumbling along the street.
Then vampire growled. "This is my territory. You have no right to-"
He was cut off by a sharp blow to the face. He flew backwards. He was stopped by a brick wall. He slid to the ground, his face contorted with pain and anger.
"I really don't care what you have to say right now." Angel said, walking towards him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stake.
The vampire, despite the situation he was in, grinned bravely. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, blood dripping from his nose.
Angel leaned down and grabbed him by the collar. He pulled him up, looking him right in the face. Bringing the stake up, he kept his gaze with the vampire.
"I'm Angel."
He brought the stake down, digging it into the vampires chest. With a cry of pain, the vampire exploded into dust.
Angel stared blankly at the newly formed pile of dust.
"You better remember that."
Without another word, he turned and stalked off into the darkness.
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