TITLE: SLOWLY TAKING ME
RATING: R because of some stuff that may happen a little later on...like violence, language, some other stuff...
DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Just email me first.
FEEDBACK: You better fricken better!
SUMMARY: S5 of Angel. Spike has become a part of the group as a VAMPIRE at Wolfram and Hart, as have the others in the fang gang. Then they find a prophecy saying that there's gonna be another apocalypse which leads them to a girl whose soul is slowly being taken away and put to use for the destruction of the universe against her will.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the S5 plot. I am taking this from the beginning of the season on throughout my way. So screw you.
ONE: APOCALYPSE...AGAIN??
Angel walked in to Wesley's office to find the rest of the gang scattered about, looking through book after book, file after file, busily researching the pack of demons he'd gone out to fight.
"How's the search going?" Angel asked.
"Terrible." Lorne groaned. "Not a single thing on...well, anything that's even remotely related to a Dalarthen demon." He put his book on a stack and picked up another one.
Angel glanced down at his ripped and bloody sleeve.
"Not the most fun creatures to fight, I found out," he mumbled to himself.
"How'd that go?" Wesley asked without looking up, "the fighting tonight."
"Not so good. I mean, I took care of three of them, but the other ten or so got away."
"Ten?" Gunn asked, looking up at the others. "There's ten left?"
"Yeah." Angel said, sitting down on a stack of books only to have it topple over, sending him to the floor.
"You all right, Peaches?" Spike asked with a smirk, walking in the room.
"Spike. I thought you said you were going to go get some blood from the refrigerator." Angel groaned.
"None left. Harm took the rest. They're gettin some more as we speak."
"Perfect," Angel mumbled.
"One heckuva fight, huh, Peaches? That last one really knocked you senseless." Spike said, punching the other vampire on the shoulder. The others looked up from their researching.
"Are you okay?" Fred finally asked.
"I'm fine. Thanks. I'm just going to go to my office. Take a few minutes of down time." Angel told the others.
Fred stood up, concerned. "You sure you're okay? You look wiped out."
"That's why I want some time alone, Fred. You're the genius. Thought you would have figured that out." Angel snapped, heading for the door. Fred's brown eyes widened at this sudden outburst, and there were glares from Gunn and Wesley.
Angel ignored all of them, and went out of the room.
Angel opened the double doors to his office and walked in, shutting them behind him with a slam.
"What's the matter, boss?" A female voice asked from a dark corner of the office.
"Eve. What do you want?" Angel asked as the young woman stepped out of the shadow and towards Angel.
"Just wanted to see if you needed any help on those Dalarthen demons. All you really have to do is ask the rest of the office and-"
"I don't need your help."
Eve smiled. "I never offered my assistance. I merely offered the firm's."
"I don't need your firm to work on everything else. My people are on that."
Eve scoffed. "Right. Remind me again why you took this position if you didn't want help?"
"I took this position to do some good. Last time I tried to do that with your firm, innocent people almost died."
"Then why are you still here?" Eve smiled cruelly.
"Why are you still here in my office, is what I'd like to know." Angel asked threateningly.
"Just thought you might want to put a stop to the apocalypse."
"Again? God, does the world never learn?" Angel grumbled.
"Do you want to know or not?" Eve asked irritably.
"What do you know?" Angel asked the woman.
"There's a girl, a little more key to this than your Dalarthens. A special kind of girl, with a special something about her, so I've heard. She's being used for something that will trigger the apocalypse. That's all I know. I'd get started if I were you. Not much time left. Oh, and the prophecy that states this little tidbit of information is on your desk. Have a nice night." Eve smiled and exited.
Angel walked over to his desk and picked up the book, and opened it to where it was marked. His eyes darkened as he read the words that predicted the world's doom.
~*~
"Again?" Lorne asked the vampire as he was handed the prophecy.
"Yes, again. Eve said it had to do with a girl. Someone special, her words, not mine. What do you think?" Angel asked the green man.
"Well, normally, if it were Eve, I'd say don't believe her, buddy, but this is...authentic."
"Meaning world go boom?" Gunn asked, perched on his desk.
"Well, not boom exactly. From what I just translated it means world go bye bye piece by piece, using a..." Lorne squinted at the unknown word. "A k'nardth. I don't know what that is. A distribution of a k'nardth to different planes of existence, not only destroying the world, but all connected planes."
"So, this bint. She's the cause of it?" Spike asked.
"It doesn't say that. It doesn't even say anything about a girl. It says 'one shall fail and one shall succeed'. What we can assume is that Eve's girl is one of these girls. Probably the one who will succeed."
"So we gotta stop her." Angel asked, pacing.
"She's not the one doing this. These two 'ones' are being used. They're the tools. That's what I picked up with the little Mgquidnn I know, anyway." Lorne shrugged.
"So, we need to find these tools and stop whoever's using them." Angel said.
"Let's go, then." Spike said, hopping off the chair he'd been sitting on.
"We don't know where to find them." Gunn said.
"Well, maybe the sudden appearance of those Dalarthens has somethin to do with it. Let's go find those bastards." Spike said cockily. "C'mon, Peaches, ya up for it, then?"
"I told you to stop calling me that." Angel grumbled.
"How 'bout you, then, Gunn? You up for a little killin of the kitties?" Spike asked.
"I have a case file to look at tonight. Can't. Angel, you should go though. Spike might be right." Gunn suggested, standing up and loosening his tie.
"Fine. Spike, get the axes from my office. I'll get the car started." Angel said. "Thanks, Lorne."
"Not a problem." Lorne replied and left the room along with Spike and Angel.
~*~
Spike slammed the last remaining Dalarthen up against the alley wall. The red, scaly, spindly looking demon made a muffled noise of pain.
"I'm not gonna ask you again, what does this girl have to do with the apocalypse?" Spike said angrily.
"She-she... I don't know much!"
Slam.
"Wanna tell me what you do know, then?" Spike threatened.
"Can you put me down first?"
"How's about no?" Spike reasoned.
"Spike. Put him on the ground." Angel said from the other side of the demon. The peroxide blonde did so. The Dalarthen took a much needed breath of air from his triangular mouth.
"That's better." He said, relaxing.
"Tell us what you know." Angel said, eyes darkening.
"Okay, okay. All I know is that my kind, the ones you two killed, that is, and me came here to find out how to remove what that little bitch put in our dimension that we can't seem to get rid of."
"What's that?" Spike asked.
"It was horrible... I know it was against her will and all that, but how could she play along with their game?"
"Whose game? What did she do?" Angel asked.
"She-she put some emotion there. I don't know what it was, all I know is that it changed everyone. Everyone but the Thirteen Elite, that is. Or the One Elite, I guess, now that you've done the others in."
"Who was she? Did you ever see her?" Angel asked the Dalarthen.
"She was a very beautiful girl, for a human, anyway. Much prettier than the other one. Stronger, too. The other one died before she could finish her task. But this one, she was so young, when she first came. She was only a little kid. Then she came again, a few weeks ago, your time, and she was older. She was in so much pain, though. Both she and her mother tried to stop it, but they couldn't. The first one, the mother, she wasn't pure enough. So they took her daughter, and used her instead. Neither of them had any idea what was going on at first. Then when the daughter came back, she knew, and she tried to have us keep her there, in our dimension. Then we tried to come back here with her, and it didn't work. So we had to follow her path."
"So you guys are good? Not in support of the apocalypse?" Spike asked, throwing a glare back at Angel.
"Is that what those idiots are trying to do? End of the world, using that poor thing?"
"End of all worlds, as I know it." Angel said.
"Oh, so she hasn't just been to ours. Glad it's not personal." The Dalarthen said with a little smile.
"Do you know where she is?" Angel asked.
"Sorry, we were trying to find her when you bozos got in our way and killed us."
"Haven't killed you yet." Spike reminded the demon. Angel cut in.
"Sorry. Look, do you have any idea where she might be?"
"Uh, LA, what the girl said. Whatever that is."
"Well that helps a lot." Spike grumbled.
"It does?" The demon asked, perking up.
"No, it doesn't." Angel replied. "Look, did she give a name, or can you give me a description as to what she looked like?"
"Well, she was pretty. She was about this tall," the demon held his hand up to about where Angel's neck was, "and she had shiny, brown hair that was long and kind of reddish and brown eyes. She was skinny, pale, a little too pale, actually. She had spots on her face-"
"You mean freckles?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, that's what she called them. She did this thing with her mouth, the first time she came to visit us. It made some of us try it too, but our mouths couldn't do it. She was so full of life and...grace. That was her name. Grace. It's what she said they called her. Grace. And her mother had it, too. She called it that, also. I don't know what that is, exactly. It was a kind of aura. It was nice. It made everyone change, though. It was almost magical, how pure, and how flawed she was. Grace. That was definitely it. Grace. Such unhappy, amazing grace."
"Is that it? Or are you gonna tell us how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like you she was?" Spike asked irritably.
"I don't know anything else. She mentioned some people, though. Asked us if we knew where one was. And she said she had to escape others."
"Who? Who were they?" Angel asked.
"Uh, she was trying to escape some people called the Lives, and she was looking for a boy, she said. His name was Connor."
AN: I know, it's bad. But it gets more interesting as you get into it. For all of you who've read it, I am not stopping Make 7, not at all. I am slowly working on it. And remember the great analogy of Faery: review is like a cattleprod. The more you poke me with it, the faster I am motivated to write. So review if you want more faster!
-emily
RATING: R because of some stuff that may happen a little later on...like violence, language, some other stuff...
DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Just email me first.
FEEDBACK: You better fricken better!
SUMMARY: S5 of Angel. Spike has become a part of the group as a VAMPIRE at Wolfram and Hart, as have the others in the fang gang. Then they find a prophecy saying that there's gonna be another apocalypse which leads them to a girl whose soul is slowly being taken away and put to use for the destruction of the universe against her will.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the S5 plot. I am taking this from the beginning of the season on throughout my way. So screw you.
ONE: APOCALYPSE...AGAIN??
Angel walked in to Wesley's office to find the rest of the gang scattered about, looking through book after book, file after file, busily researching the pack of demons he'd gone out to fight.
"How's the search going?" Angel asked.
"Terrible." Lorne groaned. "Not a single thing on...well, anything that's even remotely related to a Dalarthen demon." He put his book on a stack and picked up another one.
Angel glanced down at his ripped and bloody sleeve.
"Not the most fun creatures to fight, I found out," he mumbled to himself.
"How'd that go?" Wesley asked without looking up, "the fighting tonight."
"Not so good. I mean, I took care of three of them, but the other ten or so got away."
"Ten?" Gunn asked, looking up at the others. "There's ten left?"
"Yeah." Angel said, sitting down on a stack of books only to have it topple over, sending him to the floor.
"You all right, Peaches?" Spike asked with a smirk, walking in the room.
"Spike. I thought you said you were going to go get some blood from the refrigerator." Angel groaned.
"None left. Harm took the rest. They're gettin some more as we speak."
"Perfect," Angel mumbled.
"One heckuva fight, huh, Peaches? That last one really knocked you senseless." Spike said, punching the other vampire on the shoulder. The others looked up from their researching.
"Are you okay?" Fred finally asked.
"I'm fine. Thanks. I'm just going to go to my office. Take a few minutes of down time." Angel told the others.
Fred stood up, concerned. "You sure you're okay? You look wiped out."
"That's why I want some time alone, Fred. You're the genius. Thought you would have figured that out." Angel snapped, heading for the door. Fred's brown eyes widened at this sudden outburst, and there were glares from Gunn and Wesley.
Angel ignored all of them, and went out of the room.
Angel opened the double doors to his office and walked in, shutting them behind him with a slam.
"What's the matter, boss?" A female voice asked from a dark corner of the office.
"Eve. What do you want?" Angel asked as the young woman stepped out of the shadow and towards Angel.
"Just wanted to see if you needed any help on those Dalarthen demons. All you really have to do is ask the rest of the office and-"
"I don't need your help."
Eve smiled. "I never offered my assistance. I merely offered the firm's."
"I don't need your firm to work on everything else. My people are on that."
Eve scoffed. "Right. Remind me again why you took this position if you didn't want help?"
"I took this position to do some good. Last time I tried to do that with your firm, innocent people almost died."
"Then why are you still here?" Eve smiled cruelly.
"Why are you still here in my office, is what I'd like to know." Angel asked threateningly.
"Just thought you might want to put a stop to the apocalypse."
"Again? God, does the world never learn?" Angel grumbled.
"Do you want to know or not?" Eve asked irritably.
"What do you know?" Angel asked the woman.
"There's a girl, a little more key to this than your Dalarthens. A special kind of girl, with a special something about her, so I've heard. She's being used for something that will trigger the apocalypse. That's all I know. I'd get started if I were you. Not much time left. Oh, and the prophecy that states this little tidbit of information is on your desk. Have a nice night." Eve smiled and exited.
Angel walked over to his desk and picked up the book, and opened it to where it was marked. His eyes darkened as he read the words that predicted the world's doom.
~*~
"Again?" Lorne asked the vampire as he was handed the prophecy.
"Yes, again. Eve said it had to do with a girl. Someone special, her words, not mine. What do you think?" Angel asked the green man.
"Well, normally, if it were Eve, I'd say don't believe her, buddy, but this is...authentic."
"Meaning world go boom?" Gunn asked, perched on his desk.
"Well, not boom exactly. From what I just translated it means world go bye bye piece by piece, using a..." Lorne squinted at the unknown word. "A k'nardth. I don't know what that is. A distribution of a k'nardth to different planes of existence, not only destroying the world, but all connected planes."
"So, this bint. She's the cause of it?" Spike asked.
"It doesn't say that. It doesn't even say anything about a girl. It says 'one shall fail and one shall succeed'. What we can assume is that Eve's girl is one of these girls. Probably the one who will succeed."
"So we gotta stop her." Angel asked, pacing.
"She's not the one doing this. These two 'ones' are being used. They're the tools. That's what I picked up with the little Mgquidnn I know, anyway." Lorne shrugged.
"So, we need to find these tools and stop whoever's using them." Angel said.
"Let's go, then." Spike said, hopping off the chair he'd been sitting on.
"We don't know where to find them." Gunn said.
"Well, maybe the sudden appearance of those Dalarthens has somethin to do with it. Let's go find those bastards." Spike said cockily. "C'mon, Peaches, ya up for it, then?"
"I told you to stop calling me that." Angel grumbled.
"How 'bout you, then, Gunn? You up for a little killin of the kitties?" Spike asked.
"I have a case file to look at tonight. Can't. Angel, you should go though. Spike might be right." Gunn suggested, standing up and loosening his tie.
"Fine. Spike, get the axes from my office. I'll get the car started." Angel said. "Thanks, Lorne."
"Not a problem." Lorne replied and left the room along with Spike and Angel.
~*~
Spike slammed the last remaining Dalarthen up against the alley wall. The red, scaly, spindly looking demon made a muffled noise of pain.
"I'm not gonna ask you again, what does this girl have to do with the apocalypse?" Spike said angrily.
"She-she... I don't know much!"
Slam.
"Wanna tell me what you do know, then?" Spike threatened.
"Can you put me down first?"
"How's about no?" Spike reasoned.
"Spike. Put him on the ground." Angel said from the other side of the demon. The peroxide blonde did so. The Dalarthen took a much needed breath of air from his triangular mouth.
"That's better." He said, relaxing.
"Tell us what you know." Angel said, eyes darkening.
"Okay, okay. All I know is that my kind, the ones you two killed, that is, and me came here to find out how to remove what that little bitch put in our dimension that we can't seem to get rid of."
"What's that?" Spike asked.
"It was horrible... I know it was against her will and all that, but how could she play along with their game?"
"Whose game? What did she do?" Angel asked.
"She-she put some emotion there. I don't know what it was, all I know is that it changed everyone. Everyone but the Thirteen Elite, that is. Or the One Elite, I guess, now that you've done the others in."
"Who was she? Did you ever see her?" Angel asked the Dalarthen.
"She was a very beautiful girl, for a human, anyway. Much prettier than the other one. Stronger, too. The other one died before she could finish her task. But this one, she was so young, when she first came. She was only a little kid. Then she came again, a few weeks ago, your time, and she was older. She was in so much pain, though. Both she and her mother tried to stop it, but they couldn't. The first one, the mother, she wasn't pure enough. So they took her daughter, and used her instead. Neither of them had any idea what was going on at first. Then when the daughter came back, she knew, and she tried to have us keep her there, in our dimension. Then we tried to come back here with her, and it didn't work. So we had to follow her path."
"So you guys are good? Not in support of the apocalypse?" Spike asked, throwing a glare back at Angel.
"Is that what those idiots are trying to do? End of the world, using that poor thing?"
"End of all worlds, as I know it." Angel said.
"Oh, so she hasn't just been to ours. Glad it's not personal." The Dalarthen said with a little smile.
"Do you know where she is?" Angel asked.
"Sorry, we were trying to find her when you bozos got in our way and killed us."
"Haven't killed you yet." Spike reminded the demon. Angel cut in.
"Sorry. Look, do you have any idea where she might be?"
"Uh, LA, what the girl said. Whatever that is."
"Well that helps a lot." Spike grumbled.
"It does?" The demon asked, perking up.
"No, it doesn't." Angel replied. "Look, did she give a name, or can you give me a description as to what she looked like?"
"Well, she was pretty. She was about this tall," the demon held his hand up to about where Angel's neck was, "and she had shiny, brown hair that was long and kind of reddish and brown eyes. She was skinny, pale, a little too pale, actually. She had spots on her face-"
"You mean freckles?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, that's what she called them. She did this thing with her mouth, the first time she came to visit us. It made some of us try it too, but our mouths couldn't do it. She was so full of life and...grace. That was her name. Grace. It's what she said they called her. Grace. And her mother had it, too. She called it that, also. I don't know what that is, exactly. It was a kind of aura. It was nice. It made everyone change, though. It was almost magical, how pure, and how flawed she was. Grace. That was definitely it. Grace. Such unhappy, amazing grace."
"Is that it? Or are you gonna tell us how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like you she was?" Spike asked irritably.
"I don't know anything else. She mentioned some people, though. Asked us if we knew where one was. And she said she had to escape others."
"Who? Who were they?" Angel asked.
"Uh, she was trying to escape some people called the Lives, and she was looking for a boy, she said. His name was Connor."
AN: I know, it's bad. But it gets more interesting as you get into it. For all of you who've read it, I am not stopping Make 7, not at all. I am slowly working on it. And remember the great analogy of Faery: review is like a cattleprod. The more you poke me with it, the faster I am motivated to write. So review if you want more faster!
-emily
