From the Angel File - 1789
Title: From the Angel File - 1789
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Angelus and Darla take a cruise to the New World aboard an unlikely vessel.
Challenge : twistedshorts #37, Food
Notes: This takes place after Angel 5.11 "Why We Serve", and is set in my AU. Contains spoilers for the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl".
"Sixty years of blood drying in my throat like ashes." Angel kept hearing the sentence ring in his mind. His past kept coming up to hurt his people; no matter what he did, he could never escape it.
He was trying to sleep but the events of Lawson's visit that night kept running through his head. The sentence repeated in his mind once more and he realized that he knew what Lawson meant. Thanks to his recent review of his file, the events of a certain fateful voyage were fresh in his mind...
The year had been 1789, and Angelus and Darla set out for the New World. They had booked passage on a ship; that ship had been captured by a pirate vessel captained by a man named Barbossa. They had been taken prisoner, for their dress had given the pirates the idea that they might be worth ransom.
The captain had given them a private cabin and set out for Port Royal. The two vampires had not been worried about the change of plan; though the door to the cabin had been barred and their guards armed, the pirates had not reckoned with vampire strength. It had all seemed so easy, to find a member of the crew who wouldn't be missed and keep him captive for food, then escape when they reached their destination.
He and Darla had found two. They were the most ineffectual sailors either vampire had ever seen. Darla had lured them into hauling water to the cabin for a bath. Angelus had watched as Darla, clad only in a dressing gown, had simpered and seduced the tall skinny sailor, who had a wooden eye. Angelus had then grabbed the shorter stout sailor, and both vampires began to feed.
Unexpectedly, the blood had turned to ash in Angelus's mouth. The man he had been drinking from was suddenly bathed in moonlight as a cloud moved away from the full moon, revealing him to be something other than an ordinary pirate. He, as well as Darla's victim, both changed into skeletons, their suddenly tattered clothing slipping from the the vampires' grasps.
"What the Hell is going on?" Angelus spat out the ash and demanded angrily. Darla did the same, though in a more restrained, ladylike manner.
"We be cursed," answered his victim. "We are neither alive nor dead. The moonlight reveals us for what we are."
"That is a feeling we can share," Darla lisped around her fangs, for she was still wearing her game face.
Her sailor looked up at her face with a shocked expression. "What's wrong with your face?" demanded the skinny man.
"Should we tell them?" Darla playfully asked.
"Why not? What are they going to do? They're cursed as well," answered Angelus with equal playfulness.
"We're vampires," Darla said, as she let her terrible visage fade into her beauteous face. Angelus let his game face fade as well.
"Vampires," said the tall one with awe.
Their victims left the cabin and told the Captain about the vampires. Fortunately, the Captain was glad to have two more immortals on the crew. Angelus and Darla, amused and diverted by the unexpected turn of events, gladly turned pirate for the last part of the voyage to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Angel remembered that food, for vampires, was never in short supply on a pirate vessel. Though it had not been long after the aborted feeding before fresh blood crossed his lips, he had not been able to fully rid himself of the taste of the ashes of the crew's blood. It had stayed with him as a memory for centuries. It did not take much effort to recall, and he could taste it even now.
He had never wanted to inflict that on anybody else, but apparently he already had. Lawson now no longer had the problem, but it still weighed on Angel now as yet another act to gain redemption for.