fandomhighdorms | 406: Rude awakening. On all counts

Angelus slept.

In his dreams he was in the sunlight. Buffy was by his side and he was... human, which just had to be wrong. Yet in the moment as he held her small hand in his it didn't matter.

They were talking. She called him Angel, and on her hand was a wedding ring that matched his own.

She was pregnant. That's what they were talking about. They were laughing and joking about names, and paint color for the baby room. He sang soft, off-key lullabies to the unborn child. He whispered to it about how he would love and care for it until the day he died.

It was their lives, together. Everything he could have ever wanted. An entire world, so absolutely per...

A loud noise distracted him. At first he thought it was a car crash. He went to grab Buffy, to keep her safe, but then the lights went out. He couldn't see. Or he could see but it wasn't Buffy, it was Dru. She was holding a squid in her arms and laughing at him, singing a mocking refrain of the same lullabye he'd just been singing and the sound of it made him dizzy. Made him want to throw up. Something was wrong, very wrong. The entire world was out of control and Buffy was disappearing, her and the child turning to dust right in his hands. He wanted to cry out, to grab on to her and hold her so that she couldn't escape but it was impossible. She screamed, tears streaming down her face as her body filled with pain and the thought of it lanced right through him and -

- and -

And he started laughing. Because oh yes, Buffy was dying and the world was ending and if you didn't find that God damn funny and just about the most perfect happiness you could ever come across then what in the hell was wrong with you?

Angelus woke up, laughing hysterically as though he'd just heard the best joke in all the world. He sat up, feeling chipper. Upbeat. Downright cheerful. There was no pesky soul bothering him, no conscience that had to be his guide, and each day brought new opportunities for destruction, mayhem, and -

And then he remembered the events of the day before.

Loudly, certainly loud enough for the entire fourth floor to hear him, he shouted "SON OF A BITCH!"

Angelus grabbed his things and stormed out of the room. It was entirely possible that there wasn't enough bleach and holy water in the world to scrub the memory of being - gag - soul boy for a day out of his system, but he wasn't going to find that out for lack of trying.

Woe to anyone who got in his way.

[ooc: going to be on and off all day today, but I believe

_wespryce wanted first crack at him. So if his player's around, hop in. If not, assume Angelus stomped off to go ~~sulk~~ ~~brood~~ scrub himself down with steel wool]

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Wesley cursed again, under his breath, as he righted himself and stepped around the litter he had tripped over. Only to narrowly escape stepping in a very unpleasant looking puddle of...something nearby. He gave the puddle a wide berth and had an almost clear path to the end of the hallway... When he heard a sound that made him pause.

Laughter. Coming from behind the door he was standing directly in front of. Peculiar-sounding laughter, actually, followed by a startling exclamation and

The door opened.

Someone came storming out.

No. Something came storming ou-

Wesley froze. 'Dear God.'

"When I find out who in the Hell is responsible for - " Angelus was so wrapped up in his disgust and rage that he didn't even notice the body that was in front of him. Actually, he was used to bodies not being in front of him since most were smart enough to get out of his way or quickly learn why they should have.

Instead he barrelled directly into someone who didn't have the courtesy to move.

"Son of a - " Angelus started to shove the student aside, then paused, another instinct taking over first. He grabbed the student by his shirtfront and leveled a do-not-fuck-with me stare. "You. What do you know about yesterday?"

Wesley had barely had time to process what he was seeing, before he was feeling his back hit the wall he was standing directly in front of. The occupant of dorm room - Wesley vaguely took notice of the number on the door - 206 came barreling into him. Then started to brush past...

Before grabbing Wesley by his shirtfront and staring him down.

As if Wesley hadn't already lost the feeling in his lower legs.

'Ang-' No. It couldn't be-

Could it?

"Y- Yesterday?"

Wesley stuttered out the first word that occurred to him.

"Z- Zombies?"

"Thank you for the headlines from Stating The Obvious Magazine," Angelus snapped. "I meant what else about yesterday? Such as any spells that might have hit the school that made people act batshit insane?"

[ooc: Psst - 406, not 206]

"Spells? I don't think there has been any-"

Wesley's mind caught up with his mouth, and the too rapid beat of his heart.

'...batshit insane?' A crude but accurate estimation of the situation. Wesley had to be crazy. There were undoubtedly a number of...colorful characters on this campus. Perhaps a good many more than Wesley was aware. But certainly Angelus could not be-

And yet Wesley had seen the daguerreotypes. He'd studied the vampire's history. His father had a preoccupation with the legend of Angelus and, more accutely, his "progeny" - William the Bloody.

"Actually, I rather think that might have happened." And he didn't have a single stake, not a solitary crucifix, on his person. What the bloody hell was the matter with him?

Besides the fact that he was nearly quaking in his shoes, of course.

"And do we happen to have any details about that?" Angelus demanded. "Anything? Anything at all? Any year now, kid. Some of us aren't getting any less dead here."

It was, perhaps, the influence of sharing a dorm with a person who picked fights with female space mercenaries for fun... Or of having come to this crazy place at all.

Or perhaps it was the effects of that stress which accompanied being met with a task he couldn't possibly succeed at... Running into the Scourge of Europe unexpected - without embarassing himself and/or, possibly, getting himself drained dry - struck Wesley as being particularly impossible.

Whatever the reason for such madness, Wesley found himself becoming inexplicably irritated with his his (apparent) school mate's attitude.

"Well, I haven't observed any signs of spellcasting being afoot, myself. But perhaps if I knew what you were basing your suspicions upon... Murder and mayhem not what it usually is this morning?"

"You have no idea," Angelus let him go, clearly dismissing him with disgust. Then, as he got a few steps away, he paused. "Do I know you?"

"Oh. I rather think I do," Wesley mumbled to himself. The problem was he had an altogether too informed idea of just the sort of murder and mayhem Angelus usually got up to in the morning. Wesley inched away when Angelus released him, feeling as though his limbs were weighted with the knowledge.

And then, just when it looked like the vampire had gotten bored with him and had turned his back... He turned again.

'Do I know you?'

"N-no, Ang- No, I'm sure you don't."

Angelus frowned. "You look familiar."

That was both surprising and not altogether welcome news.

"I rather think I'd remember if we'd met."

Wesley had managed to back up several steps so far. Considering Angelus's reflexes that was... About as helpful as if he'd just stood still. But he hadn't tripped over his feet yet, and that was something.

Angelus looked as though he was searching his memory banks hard to try to track down an errant piece of data. Whatever it was eluded him. He shrugged, abandoning it.

"Stay out of my way then."

Wesley can only nod, continuing his slow escape from the situation.

Did his father know that the likes of Angelus would be attending Wesley's new school? Wesley's mind was reeling as he made for the end of the hallway, a bit dazed by the fact that nothing more had come of his being in such close proximity to the vampire Angelus. And with Angelus's strange claim that Wesley seemed familiar to him.

406: Rude awakening. On all counts

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