Los Angeles. You see it at night and it shines. Like a beacon. People are drawn to it. People and other things. They come for all sorts of reasons. My reason? No surprise there. It started with a girl."
My name's Angel . I was born two hundred and forty-four years ago in Ireland, small town, good family.
Twenty-seven years into an unremarkable life I met a woman. She told me she could show me a world I'd never seen -- she wasn't kidding.
Life as a vampire was a constant thrill, power, danger, the outfits; good outfits. Never getting old also a plus. But in the end it was all about the kill.
The kill was everything. Until I killed the wrong girl.
Gypsies, in my experience, are heavily into vengeance. They cursed me, gave me back my soul, my conscience. I had to live with everything I'd done and I had to live forever.
It took another woman to show me that my endless life was worth living. Her name was Buffy Phoenix Avenged, you might actually know her.
She was my first love. I'm not saying it was an easy relationship, but it was real.
I guess I knew it couldn't last.
You see the gypsies, they pulled a funny on me. If I ever experience a moment of true happiness, if my soul is ever at peace, I'll lose it; become a monster again.
So I had to leave.
I wanted to shut the world out. No more love, no more pain, no more demons. I figured life didn't have any more surprises for me. Alive for two hundred and forty-four years I thought I'd seen everything.
Then I came to L.A.