....Wesley's room..
...7:43 AM....
Recently being fired by the Great Council (Or better way to say as in, quit) wasn’t the best event in Wesley’s life...Besides trying to bring back an undead animal as a child. And trying to impress his father. But; going out as a rogue demon hunter who didn’t actually have experience in the field was possibly a great opportunity. Or it just made his situation in demon hunting a tad bit worse.
Wesley has been having these unusual dreams (that felt like years went by) for the past month.
But this one...it felt like months had went.
“No!” Wesley woke up, rushing forwards from his bed with sweat.
“Fight the good fight, right?”
Wesley is sweating, breathing in and out.
"No, please, Doyle!"
Wesley gets out of bed, then takes out a book from a drawer and flips to a page.
“Much ado…” Wesley read a passage. He turns on a lamp. His eyes light up in a magical way reading a line. He gets a pen and drawing pad from a desk drawer (Which is part of a hotel room) then closed the drawer.
He takes all three objects from the bed to the desk.
"I knew practicing Art would come in handy." Wesley sat in the chair in the front of the desk.
Wesley's attention returns to the book.
His eyes light up at a line.
“Wait…what. Did I just read this right?” Wesley follows the paragraph lines. "To change what has been foretold...And lead a different, but a better outcome."
Wesley sketches what he had seen in this dream on white paper; one of a kind dreams that started in a dark room with Angel and ended on a bright, square box. Anyway, when Wesley finished the drawing it ended up like this: There was a man standing a few feet from the box. Wesley taps the pen on the drawing making small, rounded dark dots.
He must be Doyle, Wesley makes a lucky guess,It feels...like she loves him.
There is a demon in this sketch near Cordelia keeping her from going after this man.
Wesley scratches his chin.
A part of Wesley, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, could feel this demon wasn’t supposed to be there.
“This does not feel right.” Wesley comments,as he leans back in the chair.
Then the other dreams he had been having for the past week finally made sense; He saw what his future would be…Becoming a powerful wizard who fell in love with a really, smart woman (Not Cordelia) and died with a god copying the woman’s appearance. Wesley rubs his cheek. It didn’t seem to be the ideal things to be part of a contract for an evil corporation that had his undead soul do some…things.
“Not worth it.” Wesley looks back to the drawing.
Surprisingly, Wesley found himself eager to meet Doyle (Who he had seen morph into a demon) in person.
“I will be there.” Wesley decided, doing something his father never would have done. He would at least make somebody proud of him. “And I won’t be hunting demons for the rest of my life.”
….1:38 PM….
…Inside an Alley…
Wesley ducks a punch from a demon. Then he shoots at it this violent demon sprouting fire and shaking his wide trumpet shaped horns from side to side. There are people in this world who are not capable to notice what is happening in the dark. Noises mostly make people ignore what is going on in the unimaginable places. Wesley is more like the shadow that most citizens do not bother noticing, such as Demons and supernatural things
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
