Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable. I only own Calia.

NOTE: this is AngelxCordy and maybe WesxOC (what the f does OC mean?)

Chapter One: Maybe not so alone

When I woke up today I knew it was going to be a hard day. My little dinky apartment below Caratas needed a makeover. The owner, Lorne, let me have it after he found me living on the streets. He claimed that someone like me shouldn't be on the street all the time. Meaning, a human with no obvious defenses shouldn't act like bait to demons. He didn't know I was….different. At least, not at first. I didn't come to live on the streets on purpose. I was…drawn to the city of angels.

About 2 years ago I suddenly woke up out of a very deep sleep only to feel excruciating pain run through my veins. It slowly died away, and I was left with strength I had never known before. A month went by and nothing happened. Then one night I was walking home from a babysitting job and was attacked. That in itself doesn't matter, but my attacker tired to bite me. I was thrown around a lot before I landed next to my backpack. I grabbed the nearest pointed object, which happened to be a pencil, and rammed it into his chest. If that was a surprise, the fact that he crumbled to dust floored me. A week after the accident I felt compulsions to leave Seattle and head south. As soon as I turned 18 I abandoned my life and came to LA.

My money soon ran out, I didn't have a job, and no one was willing to hire a high school dropout. I tried everything, but nothing worked. I me a woman who lived on the streets as well, and she had an 'apartment' in an abandoned cave system. She introduced herself, Elaine Bennett, and she had a proposition for me. She would let me stay with her, but I had to help clean up the apartment, and I had to guard it against anything coming in. We had a very good friendship, even with the compulsions that came back. They wanted me to walk around at night, and protect the innocent. When I told Elaine she thought I was mental but she knew that she couldn't win an argument with me.

We established a routine for us, in the day I would guard our cave and tidy up, but at night I would go 'patrolling' as Elaine put it. I mostly killed vamps, and when I realized I could save a whole lot of headache if I got them quickly I started sticking close to the cemeteries. Occasionally I would patrol the outside edges of LA, but after a group of vamps ambushed me I stuck to the grounds I knew. I save many innocents, but there was one I couldn't save, Elaine. She wasn't attacked by anything; it was her heart that got her. She had an enlarged heart and it just gave out.

I ended up wandering the streets, until I came across Lorne. He had been following me, but when I confronted him he told me that I could have the apartment under his club and I could waitress for him. In only a minute I had a place to live, a job, and a very good friend.


That's chapter one people. The first, and probably only, Angel fanfic.

I'll try to update all my fics soon, but freetime is few and far between.

Review please.