(AN: Thanks to my first reviewer for your positive feedback and for bringing to my attention the confusion! I apologize about that! I had lines in to separate when the views switched but when it published they did not get put in. So now I will write POV to represent when there is a change in the point of view)

Gabe and Jake stepped into the library and took a deep breath at how overwhelming this task could be. Jake's father had been a major book collector and when you have someone who has lived for more than 500 years, well, let's just say you acquire a lot of books.

"Alright, I'll start on this side, you start over there." Jake said pointing to the right side of the room." Surprisingly Gabe actually did as he was told without a sarcastic retort.

Jake looked in his father's desk and found nothing useful but a strange slip of paper with his father's handwriting that said: The Promise, July 1, 1997. What was that supposed to mean? He went to work on the bookcase, mulling it over in his mind. They had been working for close to three hours when Gabe suddenly said, "Hey, I think I found something!"

Jake flew to his side of the room. In one of his father's journals was a picture of his father, William, and a little blonde girl who looked to be about 2. Jake could pick out similarities between this girl and the one in his visions. He grabbed the journal that Gabe was holding and looked at the date: July 1, 1997. This had to be it! He began reading out loud what his father had written out,

July 1, 1997

A very sad day today. Thomas's wife, Suzanne, was killed by Riker. It's only a matter of time before he goes after Angel again. Thomas made me promise that if anything happens to him that I will watch over Angel. Of course I agreed and we had a witch come up with a potion I could drink so that if Angel is ever in trouble and there is no one to protect her, then I will see what is happening. It is a life-long promise until the day I decide to drink the spell stopper, which will take the visions and responsibility away. But I know that I never shall. I care about her almost as if she were my own and my loyalty to Thomas and Suzanne binds me to this promise.

Jake, if you are reading this then it means something happened to me and that likely, Angel is in trouble. I transferred the spell to you to carry out my promise to Thomas. It is your choice whether you decide to carry it out. If you should choose not to, then the cure is in my secret safe. But please think about it seriously before you choose not to. If you end the spell and Angel ends up captured by Riker, there will be grave danger, not only for her but for everyone who goes against him. She is the daughter of a vampire father and a human mother. Because she is a half-breed, many will want to harm her. You see, if a vampire were to unite with her and she were to bear a child, the father could sacrifice the child on the Silver Moon Table and become the strongest vampire ever known to mankind. I don't have to tell you how serious that would be if Riker should do this. On the other hand, certain witches who would love to see this power destroyed could offer the blood of the half-breed on that table and destroy that spell forever. Angel is not safe. They will figure out who she is…some, I'm sure, already know. It is up to you now, Jake. I'm so sorry for the responsibility I have placed on you, but I saw no other way.

Jake stared at the journal even after he finished reading it, trying to swallow everything he had just learned. Gabe stood unusually quiet as well. He finally broke the silence, "So…what are you going to do?"

"Well, I don't have much choice now do I? We both know what it would mean if Riker were to become the most powerful vampire. He has no mercy and does not care who he hurts. I have to go save her."

"So we are off to see a girl you never met and have no idea where she is."

"I've met her."

Gabe looked at him, shocked, "What?!"

"I forgot and didn't realize it until just now, looking at this picture. I met her when she was about 8. I was home visiting and my father had company. She was playing in one of the rooms and I'm sure that they thought she was safe, but I heard a scream when I was walking down the hallway. I ran into the room and there was a werewolf holding her. I attacked him, not knowing who she was and managed to scare him off…" he trailed off, not mentioning how she had clung to him when he had her in his arms before handing her to Thomas who had entered the room with his father.

"Wow," Gabe whistled. "It's like you were destined for each other."

"Shut up, Gabe." Jake's eyes shot anger at him. He had no intention of falling for anyone right now. He had forever to do that. Literally. This was simply a job. He would get it done and be on his merry way.

A sudden wave of dizziness overcame him and he grabbed one of the bookcases to steady himself.

"Jake?" Gabe questioned.

Jake held up a hand to stop his questions, realizing he was going to have another vision and that he seemed to have more control over it this time.

Angel's POV

Angel awakened, this time feeling weaker than the last time. Her throat was dry and she realized she hadn't drank much of the water Thatch had brought her. Looking around, she noticed the cup was still on the floor where he had knocked it to. She clumsily went over and picked it up before stumbling to the bathroom and turning the water on. She let it run for a while first since it hadn't been used in a while and looked it from the weird coloring. When it at last ran clear and was a decent cool temperature she filled her glass and took a sip. It was not good water but she forced herself to drink it so she wouldn't dehydrate. She was always paranoid about that ever since it had happened to her one day at school and she'd had to spend the rest of the day in the nurse's office. She went back to the bed, setting the cup on the nightstand beside it. She felt tired just from that little excursion. How much blood could a vampire take and the human still be functional? The door opened then, and Angel had the feeling she was going to find out.

Thatch strutted in and came to where she was lying on the bed. "I'm sorry love. You just taste so good that I had a hard time stopping myself last time…took a little more than I meant to." He put a hand on her cheek but she turned away from him. "Don't worry this will be the last time," he grinned mischievously down at her, making it hard to believe. He bent close to her neck, his breath sending goose bumps all over her body.

"Wh…what if you c…can't stop?" she suttered.

He let out a low chuckle. "Oh, I'll stop. Because as good as you taste, my brother's wrath is not worth drinking you completely." He inserted his fangs into her neck and she quickly succumbed to darkness.

Jake's POV

He knew it was time to get to her. He just wasn't sure how. He closed his eyes, trying to stay in the vision even after Angel lost consciousness. He managed and was able to look around. He viewed the outside of the house, memorizing what it looked like, and then tried to find something around that would give him a clue as to where she was located. Off to the distance he saw a tall white church steeple. Recognition slammed into him and his contact with the vision shattered.

"Well?" Gabe asked, demanding details with that one word.

"Church steeple…"

"Yeah, there's only a million of those." Gabe retorted.

"No, I know this one. Where is it…?" He racked his brain for the answer and logged onto his computer. He pulled up churches in the surrounding area and found it. It was two cities over. "She's somewhere near there."

"Great job, Sherlock. Now what do we do? Just walk in and take her?"

"Look, I'm a little new to this too, OK? Nobody said you have to help."

"Hey, I'm not going to let my best buddy die trying to save the world from impending doom. I'm coming. Is there a window in her room?"

"Yes." Jake had already considered that as their way in. Plus, it was in the front of the house so he was pretty sure that once he saw the house he could figure out which one it was.

They grabbed a couple of things to take with them and then set out for the rescue.