Hey I'm mana0819. Thanks for reading my new fanfic! I know I have to finish other fics but I just wanted to write this story! I've been thinking about this story for a while! This story is kinda based on Japanese comic "NANA" it's not grandma tho LOL!! Its kinda common girl name in Japan. But only things in common which both this story and NANA have are that they play punk music and try to sell CDs!!

SUMMARY: Totally AU. Angel O'Connor (Guitarist) is 24 and lives in LA. He, Doyle (Bassist) and Gunn (Drummer) are the members of the band "LIFEBLOOD". Wesley is the manager of it. After some problem, Angel quits the band and Doyle and Gunn have to find the vocalist and the guitarist of the band. Spike is 16 and he just moves to LA from London in order to live with his cousin Wes. Doyle and Gunn find out that Spike is an amazing singer. Then Spike meets Angel!!!!

PAIRINGS: A/S (Duh!), D/C, W/F etc

RATING: R for m/m slash, language.... If you don't like m/m relationship, don't read!

R&R

 

TITLE: LIFEBLOOD

 

AUTHOR: mana0819

 

CHAPTER: Begging in LA (1/?)

PAIRING: Angel/Spike

RATING: R

 

 

CHAPTER 1

"Hey Doyle, hey Gunn," Angel called their friends when he found them at the Caritas, one of the most popular clubs in LA which his good friend, Lorne owned. He and his friends often came here for drinks.

His friends were sitting on the chairs drinking some beer. One was short and slim and he had black short hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a black silk shirt, a pair of black jeans and a pair of black boots. The other was African American. He was large build and had a skinhead. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and a pair of dark brown boots. They looked up when the voice called their names. They found their best friend standing there.

"Hey man! How's it going?" Gunn asked to Angel.

"Not bad.... I think. It's been okay at work and all." Angel answered sitting next to Doyle.

Doyle and Gunn looked at each other and laughed loudly. Angel shrugged.

"What's so funny?" Angel asked his best friends angrily.

"It's just… I never imagined you'd say those things like work or something. Look at you! You're wearing bloody suits!! Our high school teachers would be freaked out and have a heart attack!!" Doyle exclaimed still laughing like a child.

"Okay, guys. It's not funny. I wouldn't work if I didn't have to. You know. I just need money to buy some food and pay for the flat." Angel told them blatantly.

"But why do you work for a frigging computer company??" Gunn asked still not be able to stop laughing.

"Cause the money is good. What else is better reason to choose a job??" Angel asked glaring at his friends.

"You should do what you wanna do like us. We know you still wanna play music and be the greatest band ever!!!" Doyle almost shouted.

"Doyle... You know I don't wanna play music any more. I just can't... I never touched my guitar since.... you know." Angel said softly looking down at the table.

"Angel, man. Sorry about that. We don't mean to push but we just wanna play music with you again. Just think about it, okay?" Doyle apologized feeling guilty about reminding his best friend the bad memory.

"Yeah. I'll think about it," Angel said nodding. "Anyhow, where are the others?"

"Cordy and Fred are at Cordy's and doing some girl's night. Maybe watching movies and all. Wesley went to the airport to get his cousin." Gunn said sipping some beer from his glass.

"Wes has a cousin?" Angel asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Wes said that his cousin from Liverpool would stay with him for the summer. Wes wasn’t up to it so much cause they are not close at all but he has to or something." Doyle explained.

"I see. Anyway, you guys want something to drink? I'll get some drink." Angel said standing up on his feet. His best friends just shook their heads no so he walked to the bar.

"Oh Hell, I just wish he'd play music again," Doyle said taking a big sip from his beer.

"Yeah. He's the best guitarist ever!! I hope we can talk him into it. But he's so stubborn too... I'm not sure if we can." Gunn told his best friend sadly.

"Maybe we cant' but if we could find a great vocalist, he'd want to play for him. His blood needs to play and he knows it too." Doyle said searching for a cigarette in his pocket.

"It sounds easy but the problem is that we don't know where to find the damn vocalist!!"

"Wesley, thanks for this." Spike said to his cousin.

"You don't have to thank me. Its nothing." Wesley said looking straight to the road.

They had just got into Wesley's car and they were now driving home. This was first time for Spike to visit America or foreign country. He was not one to travel around the world. He did not like being where he did not know. He felt uncomfortable at most places and it took lots of time for him to get used to the changes. The first 13 years of his life, he lived in London with his father but after he died, he moved in with his uncle and aunt in Liverpool. They were much nicer than his father but it was so hard for him to start a life where he did not know at all. Above of all, he had to go to Catholic School. He could not make many friends at school and was hated by all other kids just because he had grown in up in bad part of London. He did not know how many times he wished to be dead.

"Spike??"

He heard his name called and opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was at first but he remembered soon that he was gonna live with his cousin in LA.

"We're home. You must be tired cause of the plane trip. I'll show you around the house a little and you can go to bed." Wesley said getting out of the car, opened the trunk and pulled Spike's baggage and walked into his house. Spike also got out of the car and carried some of his baggage and followed Wes.

There was a large living room decorated with some simple furniture like a sofa, recliners and TV. There was a kitchen dining room next to it and a small dining table and some chairs were in it. There was a big library across from the living room. Wesley took him upstairs and showed him his room and the bathroom. Spike's room was the first left one, which was as big as his room in Liverpool. He liked the room.

"I guess that's it. You can do whatever you wanna do now. Unpack stuffs or just take some rest. I'll be downstairs so if you need me, just come down, okay?" Wesley asked his cousin who looked more tired than before.

"Yeah, Wes. I think I'll get some sleep before unpacking my stuff." Spike said and lay down on the bed.

 

Wesley left the room and went to the library to read a book. He felt comfortable there. He sighed. He was not sure why Spike was hated so much in Liverpool. He seemed nice enough. Yes. He looked a lot different from the others, like he was wearing leather pants and all. But his close friends, Angel, Doyle and Gunn wore the similar fashion. But if it was before he had gotten to know about those guys, he would have judged them by their appearance. He had lots to think about. He just hoped his cousin would not be in any trouble.

 

 

Spike was not asleep yet. He was not sleepy actually but he wanted some time alone. His cousin had changed a lot, he thought. He remembered that Wes was more serious and no fun guy but he seemed a good guy. The first day in LA was not that bad but he was sure that would not last long. When he started school, he would be hated by all the kids and teachers. He was never loved by anyone. He was rejected and hated. He felt his eyes were filled with tears. He sobbed quietly. He could not let anyone know that he was weak and a sissy. He had to be strong. He could not tell anyone how he felt. He had to act to be Spike. He can not be William anymore. He was not William the Bloody Nancy any more. He was Spike the Big Bad.

 

 

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