Archive Fic 1
Visitation from a Vampire





Disclaimer: Angel doesn't belong to me, but to Joss, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox. I'm just borrowing him.



Deanie, sitting before her computer, sighed. Loudly. She heard the sound of someone clearing his throat behind her.

Turning around, she jumped when she saw Angel. "How did you get in? I thought vampires couldn't come in unless they were invited?"

He smiled. "Well, that would be true if I were a real vampire. But I'm not. I'm a figment of your imagination. That and too many mochas. You really need to start laying off those cappuccino blasts."

< You know, he's beginning to annoy me. > "What are you doing here? Oh, let me guess. You're here to torture me with your lack of cooperation?"

"Is it my fault your story 'Ireland' isn't going well? It's Brianna you're having problems with, not me. Don't look at me, you created her."

Deanie nodded. It was true. Brianna, her new fictional villain, wasn't cooperating at that point.

"Can I tell you how happy I'm *not* to have another homicidal ex-girlfriend?"

"It fit with the story! Besides, don't blame me for all of your crazy exes. Darla and Drusilla were Joss's idea, not mine. I don't even like Drusilla."

Deanie sighed. Again.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to write this story. And you're NOT cooperating. All you want to do is brood."

"What's wrong with brooding?"

"Nothing…if it's a brooding story. I've written plenty of those."

"They were good."

"But 'Ireland' is a long, plot-driven story. Like an episode of Buffy. And you refuse to take action. All you want to do is stand around and brood."

< Sigh >

"I'm sorry, I'll try not to brood. And I'll try to come up with a way to defeat Brianna. Although Giles may be better at that part of the story than I am."

"I don't suppose you can get Brianna to cooperate."

"She's not going to listen to me. She wants to destroy me, remember? She should listen to you. After all, you created her."

"Well she's not doing what I tell her any more than you are!"

"You've got kind of a low frustration level tonight…maybe it's time to lay off the mochas. After all, caffeine makes me jumpy, and I think it's doing the same thing to you."

< Sigh >

"You looked frustrated."

"It's 11:00 at night, my story's not going well, and I'm arguing with a figment of my imagination," she informed him, although he probably knew that already. "Gee, why should I be upset."

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."

< The next time I conjure up a figment of my imagination, I've got to at least put him in leather pants. >



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