An Unexpected Trip
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A/N: This is just a strange little thing that popped into my head. Read it, then continue it!
The joke was on him. The dragon had snatched him up and flown away. He was reasonably certain that everyone he knew back in LA, all the people that mattered to his daily fight, were dead. He hoped Buffy was okay, wherever she was. He wasn’t all that hung up on her any more, but still … You never forget your savior, do you?
Angel stood and paced in the small space he had. The room was, well, a cave really. He’d been a little too preoccupied with the talons in his torso to pay attention to where the dragon had taken him. The punctures were healed, mostly, and would be completely gone once he fed – assuming he ever got to do that again. But the dragon really hadn’t hurt him too badly.
He stopped pacing after just a few passes. It was dumb. He reached out his hand and oh-so-gently touched the iridescent scale closest to him. Amazingly, and just like all the other times, the dragon felt it, twitched, huffed, growled quietly, then settled back to his silent stint as a shiny wall. There was no way he was getting out of this cave any time soon.
Angel slumped back down. He had no idea why the dragon had snatched him, nor why it hadn’t just killed him. It had been at least 6 hours. He might have been able to do something against the dragon if he had some space, but the last time he’d tried to climb over the large beast, it had nearly crushed him against the cave wall. It was not a smooth wall. It really hurt.
This whole situation was just … pathetic.
Another few hours and he sighed again.
That day, the dragon left. Angel huddled in the back of the cave, taunted by freedom and terrorized by the sunlight that crept slowly forward. He was actually relieved when the dragon returned, providing enough shade for him to survive the rest of the day.
The next night, the dragon left again.
Angel, weakened by all the injuries, blood loss, and time without food, but still stronger than your average Joe, crept to the cave’s entrance. There was no sign of the dragon. He was very high up, but staying wasn’t really an option. He turned around and slowly lowered himself down over the edge.
The cliff face seemed to go on and on. His fingers bled, his muscled ached. Finally, he looked down and found himself just thirty feet from the bottom. He was so relieved, he lost his grip and fell the rest of the way, tumbling onto the scattered rocks below and finally coming to a stop after rolling into a road.
Which is how he met the Duke brothers.
Bo swerved expertly to avoid the body, but Luke was first out of his car window to take a closer look.
“Uh, Bo – I think he’s dead.”
“Well, that puts a damper in the Vegas trip.”
A/N: And now it’s your turn! What do you suppose happens next? Will it be funny? Dangerous? Is there a new love affair to be had? Or will it all come to an end when the sun comes up? I can't wait to find out!