Hello awesome peeps of FanFiction...
So... I can't apologize enough for not updating sooner. And to be completely honest I was kind of bummed that not all of you like it, though to be fair I had warned that this was an Angel and Other Character fic. With that said, I finally mustered up enough happiness in me to finish because there are others of you that have actually liked the story and I owe it to you :P
So this is the continuation... completely dedicated to all of you who have enjoyed it and taken the time to give this story a shot. So happy reading and of course... PLEASE REVIEW :)
Chapter 9
Ilona walked with a mixture of anger and worry on her expression… she didn't even bother to greet him…
"Where is she?" Ilona asked. Her tone was serious and demanding.
"Ilona, I'm so sorry… I came in…"
"Where Angel?" she repeated not caring for his sob story.
"In the OR with the doctor, they're treating her; she's going to be…"
She walked off; leaving him with words in his mouth… the rest of the group stared in awe.
Ilona reached the small reception desk to ask, "Where do you have Isis Callahan…?"
The receptionist looked up taken by her tone, "She's… she's in the OR, they'll…"
"Take me…" she ordered.
"I'm not allowed to…"
"Now…" she enunciated.
The young girl stood and led the way. Angel and the rest of them stared shocked.
"Angel… what happened?" Wes approached.
"God…" Fred reached for Angel to take a good look at him, "are you hurt… is this your blood?"
"No…" Angel spoke softly, "its Isis' somebody attacked her right under our noses. I want to find out whom, how, and make them pay."
"Well… Angelcakes…" Lorne's nose cringed, "we could start with getting you cleaned up."
"I'm not leaving, not till I know she's okay…"
"We'll stay here and keep you posted…" Gunn assured, by now he'd realized the most he'd get from Liza was her friendship.
Angel let out somewhat of a snarl and began to go the direction that the young lady and Ilona had gone in earlier.
"Angel…" Fred called.
"What?" He all but yelled at her. They all glanced at him like he'd lost it. He sighed, "I'm sorry Fred, I didn't mean… just sorry…" He looked to Wes, "Please just head to security and start investigating what happened…" he said in a pleading voice.
Wes nodded making his way back and the rest of them followed.
/
In the Operation Room…
Ilona burst through the door and yelled at the all the staff to get out… They stared at her like was out of her mind, but her eyes showed seriousness and they did as told. She noticed they'd hooked her up on an IV and had prepared her for surgery.
She stared at the stab wound which had seemed to have stopped bleeding. She walked slowly to her niece and whispered, "I'm sorry that I didn't get here sooner…" she caressed her forehead, "and I'm sorry this is going to hurt like hell…"
Ilona reached for the dagger and pulled it out in one swift motion. Angel burst through the doors then as Liza gasped in an agonizing pain and tried to control her breathing as she did. She glimpsed from Angel to Ilona, then down at her belly as the wound apparently seemed to heal.
She made a move to get up but Ilo held her, "Not yet sweet pea…" she smiled, "you might have been able to heal, but there's only so much our blood line can do."
Liza couldn't find her voice so she just nodded.
"Rest…" she told her, "I have to talk to Angel…"
She then walked towards him and pulled him out of the room to a corner…
"What just happen… what is she…?" Angel questioned.
"Our family comes from a long ancient line of… powerful… women. We… well the women in my family have always had certain gifts… that's why I'm here. Hers have been triggered and she needs to know why…"
"And what is the why?"
"That's something I can't discuss with you, but that is all you need to know…"
"But…" he protested.
"Go… go get changed, find out who did this to my niece… I'll watch over her…"
Angel stared unhappily.
"She'll be fine, trust me…" she assured.
"Fine…" he said, "but I'll be back to check on her."
Ilo nodded and he walked away.
/
At the Camera Security room, Gunn and Wesley examined the tapes… there seemed to be a flaw in one of them. Like it jumped time, it made no sense. But then they were able to slow it down and caught a glimpse of the only person on that floor at that time… Alessandro.
Gunn and Wes stared at each other in awe…
"It can't be…" Gunn voiced, "he wouldn't… would he?"
"It could be…" Wes explained, "I remember the look on his face when he found out she was leaving. There's something odd about him, he'd been hurt at the news but more than that… there'd been a deep spark of anger in his eyes."
"Why don't we find him first and then go from there…"
"Sure… let's notify security to find him…"
/
Angel was buttoning up a now clean shirt as he'd come to his place to take a calming shower. He'd hated the fact that Ilona had not confided in him the nature of Isis, but he couldn't force her. He would, however, figure it out… the most important thing now that he knew she was safe, was find out who had done this.
Hopefully Wes and Gunn had some kind of good news for him…
/
Ilona stared at a groggily waking up Isis as she stirred in the room of the hospital bed they'd put her in. She opened her eyes to see her aunt gazing at her lovingly. The events of the past couple of hours suddenly rushed forward and her hand flew to her tummy.
There was nothing but somewhat of a sore point were the stab wound had been, but nothing else.
"How…?" she began, not able to understand.
Ilo smiled tenderly, "This is not the place that I was planning to tell you this, but I guess there isn't going to be a perfect time…"
"Just tell me…" Liza pushed.
Ilo sighed, pulled out a diamond from her purse chanting something… then quickly, it was as if they were in a bubble. An invisible bubble…
"What the…" Liza questioned.
"To people outside of the room, it will appear that we are just sitting here… it's necessary to keep our identity from everyone. And I mean everyone, good and evil… All eyes…"
Liza nodded.
"If I'm not mistaken…" Ilo continued, "my sister may have come to you through a dream telling you, who we are…"
She nodded in agreement, "Descendants of the Goddess Isis…"
"Yes… and for centuries… we have helped keep balance between good and evil."
"So… are we good?"
"Yes and no…" Ilo said, "that usually depends on the woman descendant of Isis of that time. If she wants to use her gifts for good, like your mother did, they will but they can very easily also use their gifts for evil…"
Liza processed the information, it made sense.
"Now…" she went on, "we are not granted immortality but we do have the ability to heal… there are other powers that you will discover yourself in time and through the journals your mom left, but not everything will be in there. They are special journals that can only be read by the one that posses the power of the goddess, to anyone else… they would just seem like blank notebooks."
"But if…" Liza wondered, "if this is the women of our families… then why are you… not…"
"Because mine wasn't triggered…"
"Triggered?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "Triggered how?"
Ilo smiled, "The very first or original, I should say, Goddess Isis became the strong woman that she was because she fell in love with her soul mate…" she paused, "when the very first fight between good and evil erupted, we were among the ones witnessing the birth of the first slayer… She was to fight evil and we are to help or not, as if we don't exist."
Ilo got up from her chair and walked towards her niece taking her hand, "My power was never triggered because soul mates are hard to find. Your mother was lucky to have found your father, and I don't know who holds your heart… but whoever that person is… triggered your power to be unleashed…"
Liza gulped; the only person that she has felt like her world revolved around them was… Angel, but how could it be. Fred had clearly stated that his soul mate had been a woman by the name of Buffy. How could that be explained?
/
After advising the security to go in search of Alessandro… Gunn left the office to visit and old acquaintance. He'd been upset that the upgrade that his brain was given seemed to be faulty and he wanted that to be fixed immediately.
He walked out of the raggedy looking office smiling… a new upgrade with even more information than the last he had gotten, and all for just a signature on a piece of paper to allow passage to some merchandise.
Wasn't a big deal right…? What could possibly go wrong with that?
/
Days later…
Fred was working on some new projects when the phone to her office rang…
"Fred dear…" Wes said, "are you ready to go home now…?"
She gazed at the sarcophagus that had been brought in and she was desperate to get it open, it would be one of the greatest experiences ever, to see what it held.
"I want to stay and open the sarcophagus that was just brought in…" she said.
"Please Fred…" he begged, "You've been working late every night this week. You with your department… us with the unsuccessful search of Alessandro; I want some time alone for us. So get your stuff ready to go because I want to take us out on a nice evening…"
Fred smiled; he could be so cute some times. She gazed to where the sarcophagus laid and decided one more night to wait, wasn't going to change anything.
"Okay…" she grinned, "Meet you in the lobby in ten…?"
"Great…" he said, "see you in a bit…"
/
Angel stared at the empty desk of the office that was that of one Elizabeth Callahan… Today would have been one week since she'd requested some time off after her incident to leave with Ilo on God knows what kind of business. He figured it had to do with this new revealed power that he had not been able to find out anything about… and it was frustrating him the hell out of him.
Not only had they not been able to find Alessandro, who they figured out, was the culprit. But her absence was making him restless… he was getting no sleep and the few times that he managed to submerge into slumber, his dreams consisted of her, making his heart yearn for her return.
Of course he was use to not getting what he most desired, but something inside him called for her… and there seemed to be nothing he could do to appease that feeling emptiness because she was gone. Not that she wasn't returning, but he needed her to be back…
/
Liza read the last page of the last journal and sighed… What her mother had gone through had been extraordinary. She'd always looked up to her, but she now had this new respect for her. She got up from where she laid by the beach and walked towards the water…
She hadn't told her aunt who the man was but she loved coming to the edge of the ocean to run a finger through it… calling forward an image of him and what he currently was doing at Wolfram & Hart.
There was a sad spark in his eyes that made her heart ache… she didn't know why that was, but she felt like almost running to his side to make it all better. Maybe… just maybe, once she was back… she could tell him how she felt about him. There was just no turning her emotions off and she needed him to know…
