*** The television show Angel is in no way my property nor do I own any of it's characters I am only a devoted fan who wishes she could write as well as those who create the wonderful series. If you want to sue me you'll only get my shitty cardboard house behind Z-mart and my ghetto computer. ***

*** Also: I don't own the Armani name or am in any way affiliated with it [except drooling over it].

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Angel: Arrival of the Mortal Immortal

Chap 1: Problem Announced

Angel and his team sat in his office discussing the demonic cult that they represented and just how they had come to do so when Eve strutted in carrying a thin file.

"We have a problem," Eve said in her usual unemotional tone.

"Yeah it seems every time you show up there are problems," said Charles with distaste. The last time Eve had popped up she had brought with her 3 tons of problems and even though he couldn't prove it he knew she was behind a majority of their problems.

"Well I'm only the messenger," Eve stated calmly, "Now, as I was saying we have a problem."

"What is it now? Another Apocalypse that will knock the senior partners off their thrones and end all of existence as we know it," Angel said sarcastically, beginning to hate the messenger of the senior partners.

"It could possibly be just that or perhaps something much worse," stated Eve.

"Ohh," said Angel a little embarrassed.

" What's with the 'could possibly'?" Fred questioned sitting on the arm of the leather sofa next to Lorne she too was beginning to lose any trust she had in the woman trusting in Gunn's instincts as well as her own. "Do you even know what the problem is?"

"That's part of the problem," answered Eve. "We don't know anything about this coming problem except that whatever it is it is powerful enough to cause all the powers that be and the senior partners to abandon this world or destroy it before it takes it for it's own. In short, people and demons, we are all completely blind and our attacker is circling in for the kill.

Eve was against Angel and the Senior Partners but she herself feared what was coming as well did Lindsey and that scared her more than anything else did. Lindsey was now endowed with a great power and was devoted to bringing down Wolfram and Hart, yet this coming ...Problem even worried him.

As the team interrogated Eve about this coming Problem, Spike sat unnoticed in a dark corner lost within his own thoughts. Every since he had been turned back into his corporeal-self by the mystery parcel, he had been, in lack of a better word, haunted by dreams. These dreams, which seemed so real, were tied somehow to this coming problem, or so he felt.

Spike hadn't ever felt something so strange not even with Dru or while he was nutty or even when he was re-in-souled. It was like a whisper calling to him clearly from across a crowded room, it was there yet he questioned its existence as he searched for it.

While Spike sat in the shadows plagued by the thoughts in his mind so was Angel. Sitting behind his expansive desk in his Italian leather chair his Armani suited body bathed in filtered sunlight he was plagued by the same thoughts of Sunnydale, the hell mouth, and their deaths there.

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After a long day of trying to be of some use in the futile attempt to find out just what the coming problem was, all that anyone had received was a major migraine and a few years of their lives lost from all the stress. Angel finally forced his team to call it quits for the night. Settling down into his bed for the night, Angel found him oddly able to quickly fall asleep. And as Angel quickly fell into slumber in his W&H penthouse Spike stood in his darkened quarters deep in the heart of LA looking down onto the city. Standing in the long window he pondered just what was hiding behind the sparkling lights of this big city what was out there and what was it doing, waiting so patiently to pounce upon it's weak unsuspecting victim.

Turning his back to the tinted glass Spike exhaled the mass of smoke he had been holding in his dead lungs. Stepping through the gray swirling mass the blonde haired vampire felt a tiredness wash over him as if the cigarette's smoky haze held the veil of sweet slumber in it's mist. Groggily he stumbled across the room to only collapse onto his bed.