Hi there, this is my fourth fic, and I'm not too sure if it's any good, could ya let me know, thanks! Basically, Angel has a curse put on him and it won't break until his true love kisses him.
Warning!! There will be slash in later chapters, also expect; violence, blood, fighting and swearing. These things will lead to maybe different ratings.
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer; the characters unfortunately are not mine, but...i appear to be borrowing them for this!
Chapter one; The Curse
Lorne walked through the empty foyer of Wolfram and Hart, wondering where everyone was.
"Ah, Harm, where is everyone?" he asked as he spotted the ditzy blond sitting at the front desk.
"Oh, they've gone to fight some demons, they sound like cola-shake..." she looked confused for a moment, and then she giggled slightly at her lack of memory.
Despite the bad definition, Lorne knew the beasties. "The Kocklashank demons. They're a nasty lot; tall, ugly and scaly, not to mention they stink like fish. "Did the lawyers go too?" he finished with a joke, unfortunately it was one that Harmony didn't get.
"Right...so what can these bad boys do?" she asked.
Elsewhere
Angel just dodged a blow from a particularly nasty looking Kocklashank; there were four demons in total. He, Spike, Gunn, Wes and Illyria weren't faring too well.
"Well," Lorne began, "I wouldn't clash horns with them in the first place, it's not too sensible, they hold terrible grudges, ones that can last for decades and they fight dirty. Anyhow, first they mark their target."
That cranky demon drew out a blade and lashed at Angel, he deflected the blow, but somehow it got behind him and roughly cut in a shape of a circle in a triangle into his back.
"Okay," Angel said loudly whilst watching the others fight a short moment, "Now I'm mad!"
He lunged at the demon and wailed on it until it fell to the floor.
Lorne continued his story,
"Then they have to cut themselves with their own blade, you know for the whole 'I spill blood, you spill blood, we both have to bleed, it's all about blood' sorta gig."
Angel, now satisfied with his non-moving demon on the ground, went to help Gunn breath again by cutting off the offending demons hands that were strangling him.
The 'dead' demon drew out its blade and sliced the same symbol into its arm that graced Angels back.
He would have his vengeance.
"Then they say a little rhyme and hey! The deed is done." He finished.
The demon started to chant in its native tongue, he repeated whatever he said once, twice, thrice and then its eyes glowed a violent shade of yellow, his wound glowed a white-hot colour. The wound on Angels back did the same, he stopped what he was doing as the searing pain rippled through his body and was suddenly levitated 6 foot in the air.
"What deed?" asked a curious Harmony, "What do they do?"
"That is completely up to the demon, some have been known to remove a limb or an organ or add a few." He answered thoughtfully. "But generally, it's not good news."
The demon stood below (a floating) Angel and spoke with a think accent, but in English none the less,
"Vampire, what has been taken shall not be returned until you kiss the one you love once more."
Angel was lowered to the floor, he wasted no time in stabbing the demon, and it faded away, just like the others.
"Hope no-ones gets on the wrong side of them," Harmony said, "Wes would be no good without his brain, Spike wouldn't look too good if he had eight arms and Angel needs his head to be a champion!"
"Way to be concerned," he answered amusedly.
"Are you alright Angel?" Gunn asked
Angel tried to answer, but it took him a couple of seconds to realise that no sound was he making.
'Shit,' he mouthed, 'That bastard stole my voice!'
So ends chapter one, what do you think, please review!