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(A possible look at what happened to the cowboy hat wearing tough vampire from Bad Eggs. After all, Buffy never slayed him.)
Lyle Gorch watched as Buffy crawled out of the hole and glared at him. He tipped his hat. "It's over." He said, and ran out.
A couple of days later he found himself walking along a side road, when he saw a small bar, with some motorcycles in front of it.
"Ah, a biker bar." He grinned.
Thirty minutes later as an off duty police officer was driving by the bar, a flying Hell's Angel flew through his window and into his lap. The car skidded, and flew over a cliff into a lake. Miraculously, they both survived. The biker's sanity however, had been tweaked up a couple notches. Three years later a new preacher showed up in a small town called Boulder, Colorado. The other bikers became a kinder group of people, for them. The bartender stopped having to clean up after fights. Not that they stopped having fights, just that the bikers felt sorry for all the damage from before and took care of things.
The police officer yelled "Crap!" as he looked at his car. One of the waitresses who called 911, found him walking up a small path. They started talking. One year later they were married.
Lyle continued on his way. A month later, as he walked past a bank, he heard sirens. Then somebody slammed into him, hitting him between the legs with a money bag in the process.
Lyle snarled and was about to punch him when several police cars pulled up. They yelled "Freeze!" then noticed who the criminal was.
Lyle scratched his head in confusion as he was handed a reward at the station.
The description of Lyle never got out, so Buffy never heard about him. Meanwhile, he continued on his bumbling way causing good things to happen in spite of his intentions.
Then things got interesting.
- - - - - - -
As Angel was patrolling around the Hyperion hotel, he saw a familiar vampire. He stalked forward, then hesitated in shock.
"Can't move on, can't stay. I turned my brother, but he haunts me." Lyle was walking slowly toward Angel in a daze. Angel walked up.
"Lyle..."
The pathetic looking figure looked up, then shook his head. "Put me out of my misery, I can't seem to do it myself. Everytime I do, something happens and I wind up saving someone. I'm sick of this."
"What happened."
"Some old woman, looked like a gypsy... said some mumbo jumbo about having a permanent place in the world and some words about a soul, now I'm off my rocker."
"Bloody hell."
(A possible look at what happened to the cowboy hat wearing tough vampire from Bad Eggs. After all, Buffy never slayed him.)
Lyle Gorch watched as Buffy crawled out of the hole and glared at him. He tipped his hat. "It's over." He said, and ran out.
A couple of days later he found himself walking along a side road, when he saw a small bar, with some motorcycles in front of it.
"Ah, a biker bar." He grinned.
Thirty minutes later as an off duty police officer was driving by the bar, a flying Hell's Angel flew through his window and into his lap. The car skidded, and flew over a cliff into a lake. Miraculously, they both survived. The biker's sanity however, had been tweaked up a couple notches. Three years later a new preacher showed up in a small town called Boulder, Colorado. The other bikers became a kinder group of people, for them. The bartender stopped having to clean up after fights. Not that they stopped having fights, just that the bikers felt sorry for all the damage from before and took care of things.
The police officer yelled "Crap!" as he looked at his car. One of the waitresses who called 911, found him walking up a small path. They started talking. One year later they were married.
Lyle continued on his way. A month later, as he walked past a bank, he heard sirens. Then somebody slammed into him, hitting him between the legs with a money bag in the process.
Lyle snarled and was about to punch him when several police cars pulled up. They yelled "Freeze!" then noticed who the criminal was.
Lyle scratched his head in confusion as he was handed a reward at the station.
The description of Lyle never got out, so Buffy never heard about him. Meanwhile, he continued on his bumbling way causing good things to happen in spite of his intentions.
Then things got interesting.
- - - - - - -
As Angel was patrolling around the Hyperion hotel, he saw a familiar vampire. He stalked forward, then hesitated in shock.
"Can't move on, can't stay. I turned my brother, but he haunts me." Lyle was walking slowly toward Angel in a daze. Angel walked up.
"Lyle..."
The pathetic looking figure looked up, then shook his head. "Put me out of my misery, I can't seem to do it myself. Everytime I do, something happens and I wind up saving someone. I'm sick of this."
"What happened."
"Some old woman, looked like a gypsy... said some mumbo jumbo about having a permanent place in the world and some words about a soul, now I'm off my rocker."
"Bloody hell."