Kat
Authors Note: I really don't own much. I think I own a few characters in this story but if you've heard of them I don't. Well duh. There will be a few chapters and I'll try to continue. This is the first chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. That's what I'm here for, your enjoyment. Please review so I can see what I need to do to improve this fanfiction.
Summary: Wolfram and Hart are at it again. When word of a resurrection is around, Lorne, Cordy, and Gunn are looking for a way to stop Angel from going to the dark side, again. But when Angel finds out who they brought back, he has no hate. Only love? Set after 3.2
Bringer of Death
Caritas was very crowded for the first time in three weeks. Lorne poured himself some water and waited. Every so often a customer would come in, get a drink, and sing a bit of kareoke. Mostly the information was trash. Nothing he would really need to know. But the night before somebody sang, and the info he had to share was big.
Lorne chugged down his drink. He looked around his bar and smiled as Cordelia Chase and Charles Gunn pushed through the crowd. "What's the big news? And why couldn't Angel come? What's going on?" The former cheerleader asked. Lorne put down his glass and walked from behind the bar.
"One of your friends, the lawyer friends, came in and sang. What I read was not news about puppy's and musicals."
"What? What is it?" Gunn asked.
"There were two things. "Resurrection" and "Bringer of Death." But that's all I read. I don't know if they're the same or together, but I thought I'd worn you."
Cordelia looked toward Gunn. "Why couldn't Angel come then? I don't understand."
"You know how Wolfram and Hart likes to mess with him." Lorne answered. "Last time with Darla he almost went to the dark side. I wouldn't want to put you nice people in that sort of trouble. And I figured that you can hold your own no. Am I right?"
"Yeah we can." Gunn said as he straightened up in pride. "At least this time he can't fire us. Just out of curiosity, what lawyer came and sang?"
Lorne thought for a second. "Parken or Parker- you know I'm bad with names."
"Gavin Park! That little rat! Rat with gorgeous shoes." Cordy shrieked. She turned to Gunn. "We should tell Wesley."
"No!" Lorne yelled with his hands in the air. "It's bad enough I told you Ms. Chase."
"Hey!"
"Jest telling the truth. You can be somewhat of a blabbermouth." Cordelia gave him the stare of death. "And always an angel. Bringer of death doesn't sound sweet, so
I suggest you get moving."
Some place on the outskirts of California, there was a small conference room. Wolfram and Hart had set it up after Angel had somehow gotten into the building and stolen some really important documents. The room was mostly for meetings of the greatest importance, when they had time to schedule. Lilah Morgan was one of the few who were let in on this little secret.
The senior partners made time on her busy schedule to come. Though she knew little about the case, once she heard what the plan was she did everything in her power to get on the board. Her limo pulled up to the spot. Lilah looked out the window. There was already a mob. Mostly a scary religious types. It was always something with them.
Lilah stepped out of the car followed by two clients who had been most interested with what was to come. Small chants could be heard in the crowd. " Bringer of death. Bringer of death." Lilah smiled. Many of the other lawyers had called the case the bringer of death case because of the agenda. Lilah pushed the clients into the crowd, toward the small cabin. Something grabbed her. She jumped back. A small hand held onto her arm.
The girl was no more then 20 and her hair was tangled. Lilah pushed her off. The girl fell to her knees in a begging position. She grabbed Lilah's leg. "Please, miss. The bringer of death will destroy the world." The girl sobbed. "It was not meant to be. You are the only one who can stop it. Please. All of our families will be murdered if you do not stop it. You are our only hope. The monster was not meant to live. This demon will be the death of everything we love, everything you love. I beg you, miss. I would gladly give my life if you destroy the beast. It is in your power and your power alone. Please!"
Lilah looked at the girl. She took in what she had just said. If what was just said was true, that the world was in peril and only Lilah, herself, could stop it then-
Then the world was a goner.
Lilah Morgan had a job to do. If she failed the senior partners would eat her head, or just dispose of it. And if the choice was her or the world- well you know. Lilah pushed the girl off. She and the clients continued to walk. She opened the door and the three rushed in before any of the mob could get in. Before the door shut a loud cry was heard from the girl who had spoken. The clients sat down.
The chanting outside became louder and louder. "Bringer of death! Bringer of death!" A loud call rang out. "It is almost here!"
Lilah winced at the racket. She turned to the clients. "It seems it is almost here. We can start the meeting once it arrives." The clients nodded.
There was another loud cry. "It is here!" The chanting had become even louder. Then they stopped. Just like that. There was not a sound. The door of the cabin opened with a loud clang. A girl, who looked about 16 years old, stepped in. She wore a pair of sunglasses and her hair covered most of her face. She had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved green shirt.
"You called for me?"
Authors Note: I really don't own much. I think I own a few characters in this story but if you've heard of them I don't. Well duh. There will be a few chapters and I'll try to continue. This is the first chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. That's what I'm here for, your enjoyment. Please review so I can see what I need to do to improve this fanfiction.
Summary: Wolfram and Hart are at it again. When word of a resurrection is around, Lorne, Cordy, and Gunn are looking for a way to stop Angel from going to the dark side, again. But when Angel finds out who they brought back, he has no hate. Only love? Set after 3.2
Bringer of Death
Caritas was very crowded for the first time in three weeks. Lorne poured himself some water and waited. Every so often a customer would come in, get a drink, and sing a bit of kareoke. Mostly the information was trash. Nothing he would really need to know. But the night before somebody sang, and the info he had to share was big.
Lorne chugged down his drink. He looked around his bar and smiled as Cordelia Chase and Charles Gunn pushed through the crowd. "What's the big news? And why couldn't Angel come? What's going on?" The former cheerleader asked. Lorne put down his glass and walked from behind the bar.
"One of your friends, the lawyer friends, came in and sang. What I read was not news about puppy's and musicals."
"What? What is it?" Gunn asked.
"There were two things. "Resurrection" and "Bringer of Death." But that's all I read. I don't know if they're the same or together, but I thought I'd worn you."
Cordelia looked toward Gunn. "Why couldn't Angel come then? I don't understand."
"You know how Wolfram and Hart likes to mess with him." Lorne answered. "Last time with Darla he almost went to the dark side. I wouldn't want to put you nice people in that sort of trouble. And I figured that you can hold your own no. Am I right?"
"Yeah we can." Gunn said as he straightened up in pride. "At least this time he can't fire us. Just out of curiosity, what lawyer came and sang?"
Lorne thought for a second. "Parken or Parker- you know I'm bad with names."
"Gavin Park! That little rat! Rat with gorgeous shoes." Cordy shrieked. She turned to Gunn. "We should tell Wesley."
"No!" Lorne yelled with his hands in the air. "It's bad enough I told you Ms. Chase."
"Hey!"
"Jest telling the truth. You can be somewhat of a blabbermouth." Cordelia gave him the stare of death. "And always an angel. Bringer of death doesn't sound sweet, so
I suggest you get moving."
Some place on the outskirts of California, there was a small conference room. Wolfram and Hart had set it up after Angel had somehow gotten into the building and stolen some really important documents. The room was mostly for meetings of the greatest importance, when they had time to schedule. Lilah Morgan was one of the few who were let in on this little secret.
The senior partners made time on her busy schedule to come. Though she knew little about the case, once she heard what the plan was she did everything in her power to get on the board. Her limo pulled up to the spot. Lilah looked out the window. There was already a mob. Mostly a scary religious types. It was always something with them.
Lilah stepped out of the car followed by two clients who had been most interested with what was to come. Small chants could be heard in the crowd. " Bringer of death. Bringer of death." Lilah smiled. Many of the other lawyers had called the case the bringer of death case because of the agenda. Lilah pushed the clients into the crowd, toward the small cabin. Something grabbed her. She jumped back. A small hand held onto her arm.
The girl was no more then 20 and her hair was tangled. Lilah pushed her off. The girl fell to her knees in a begging position. She grabbed Lilah's leg. "Please, miss. The bringer of death will destroy the world." The girl sobbed. "It was not meant to be. You are the only one who can stop it. Please. All of our families will be murdered if you do not stop it. You are our only hope. The monster was not meant to live. This demon will be the death of everything we love, everything you love. I beg you, miss. I would gladly give my life if you destroy the beast. It is in your power and your power alone. Please!"
Lilah looked at the girl. She took in what she had just said. If what was just said was true, that the world was in peril and only Lilah, herself, could stop it then-
Then the world was a goner.
Lilah Morgan had a job to do. If she failed the senior partners would eat her head, or just dispose of it. And if the choice was her or the world- well you know. Lilah pushed the girl off. She and the clients continued to walk. She opened the door and the three rushed in before any of the mob could get in. Before the door shut a loud cry was heard from the girl who had spoken. The clients sat down.
The chanting outside became louder and louder. "Bringer of death! Bringer of death!" A loud call rang out. "It is almost here!"
Lilah winced at the racket. She turned to the clients. "It seems it is almost here. We can start the meeting once it arrives." The clients nodded.
There was another loud cry. "It is here!" The chanting had become even louder. Then they stopped. Just like that. There was not a sound. The door of the cabin opened with a loud clang. A girl, who looked about 16 years old, stepped in. She wore a pair of sunglasses and her hair covered most of her face. She had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved green shirt.
"You called for me?"