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Chapter 10

It was at an airport that Wolfram & Harts men found Alessandro trying to catch a flight to Egypt. Of all the places to go, Wes could not understand why he wanted to go there. It made no sense. The men that were holding him captive where on their way back to Wolfram and Hart for them to decide what was the best course of action.

"Egypt?" Angel asked.

"Yes…" Wes answered, "that's where he was headed… they will be bringing him in and put him in one of the cells…"

Angel nodded with a grin; it had been days since their search had gone unsuccessful but now… sweet revenge was near.

/

Liza stepped out of the elevator heading to her office… Christy spotted her coming her way and she stood in a flash to hug her…

"God, I've missed you…" she said.

"Aww, thanks…" Liza said hugging her back, "I missed you and this place too…"

They pulled apart… "What's been happening here…?" Liza asked jumping back into work mode.

Christy smiled… she hated how tunnel vision her friend could be, but she was just glad her friend was back so she went with it.

"Why don't you get settled in while I grab you a latte and bring in your schedule and projects so we can over them…?"

"Okay…" Liza smiled as she turned to head in to her office. It seemed that someone must have thrown her flower arrangement away as it was sure to have died in the time she was in the hospital and gone.

As she settled down her stuff though, she noticed a small journal lying on her desk, it not being able to close right. That was odd, so she sat in her chair as she opened the journal to reveal what must have been a petite lilac rose, already dried with a small card written in the most beautiful writing she'd ever seen that read…

The greatest pain that comes from love… is loving someone you can never have.

-Unknown

She ran her finger over the small rose and it suddenly came to life, petals soft and opening up like it was spring. She smiled… it had to be from him, from Angel. Liza got up from her desk to go look for him in his office when Christy entered.

"I've got your latte and the paperwork…" she smiled.

"Right…" she said, sitting back down… "Yeah, let's um… do this…"

/

Angel, Wesley, and Gunn were in the elevator going to the holding cell where they'd taken Alessandro when Angel felt it… her… she was back. The moment the feeling hit him he wanted to stop the elevator and run to her side, he'd missed her so much, but he couldn't. They finally had the person responsible for her incident and he wanted to deal with that first.

When they arrived on the floor, they headed straight to the cell and he looked up from where he sat his eyes a golden orange. He had an evil smirk in place as he saw Angel and they approach.

"What's so funny small British man…?" Gunn asked.

"Hey… wha… oh…" Wes said now realizing he wasn't speaking to him.

"Won't be laughing for long…" Angel said unlocking the door, stepping inside to pin him up against the wall, "any last words before I kill you…" he growled.

"Angel!" Gunn and Wes said in unison.

"If you have a problem with this leave…" he snarled at them. They stood behind him and said nothing else.

Angel turned back to Alessandro as he was laughing… he was about to snap his neck when he began to speak in a language that he could not understand. What the hell was that, Egyptian? He coked his head to the side in a 'who cares mode' about to kill him when a familiar presence behind him began to chant something in the same language…

"Angel don't…" Liza said as she continued chanting, "let him go…" she said in between chants. A little confused but all too excited to see her, he let Alessandro go reluctantly; he growled and thrashed like he was being exorcised. He kept on yelling at her in that language and soon… he was yelling as a light seemed to consume him from the inside out… making him completely disappear.

The men all stared at her in awe as she brought her hand down from how she'd been chanting and using power to hold him in place.

She'd been finishing up with Christy in her office when a feeling of danger consumed her and she'd remember the feeling described in one of her journals. All the goddesses had had to deal with a version of Set. Set had been an evil and jealous brother of the original Goddess Isis. She'd fallen in love with her brother/husband, Osiris, and had had a child with him, Horus, which had made the other brother jealous and had gone psycho mad after three of them eventually being successful in his quest.

Alessandro had had something for her and had allowed to be merged with the pharaoh's soul of Set. She'd been warned after the fact that he'd attacked her and almost actually killed her.

"How…?" Angel began, bringing her out of her thoughts.

She smiled at him, "Um… it's kind of a long story…" she said walking past them, making her way back to the elevator.

"Isis, wait…" Angel said going after her. She was tapping her foot desperately as she waited for the elevator doors to open. The moment it arrived and opened for her… someone's hand on her arm stopped her.

"Isis…" Angel said, "why are you running away…?"

"I… I'm not… running away…" she said nervously.

"We need to talk…" he said in a serious tone.

She half smiled and nodded as he stepped into the elevator with her… the doors were about to close when Gunn and Wes stopped it with their hands. They were about to step in when Liza raised her eyebrow at them and Angel glared.

"We'll take the next one…" Wes said catching the hint and allowed the doors to close.

/

Fred and her team were surrounding the sarcophagus taking notes and documenting everything about it before they dove into opening it.

In a matter of minutes that was done and now it was time to open it… except that, they could not figure out how that was done and she didn't want to destroy it in the process by using some kind of machinery. She was at tentatively looking it over at the top… inspecting the odd insignia on it as she ran her finger on it when it opened releasing a gas…

Fred stepped back coughing and waving her hands in front of her as she tried to rid herself of the dust.

"What the hell…" she coughed "was that…?"

/

Angel had the urge to just grab Isis and pull her against him as he kissed her senseless… had this situation been different and the atmosphere wasn't laced with a tenseness that could be cut through with a knife… he would have done that. But instead… they stood in his penthouse living room awkwardly waiting for the other to speak…

Angel was the one to finally speak up, "Um Isis… so down there… you…"

"Killed him…" she filled in.

"Yeah… I noticed, so this power that you have I mean… so you are…?"

"I can't tell you…" she said with an apologetic expression, "there is only one person I am allowed to tell…"

He nodded, "and who's that?"

She raised her gaze to meet his and said, "um… whoever is to be my… my… my husband…"

"Oh…" he said disappointed.

Not wanting to think more about that small little detail at the moment, even if he was her soul mate, because otherwise her power wouldn't off have been triggered. She wanted to make sure that he wanted to be with her… on his own. Not just because she'd found out what they were to each other was she going to force him to be with her.

She stepped close to him and said, "It's not true you know…"

He looked up at her confused as she continued, "that you can't have what you want…" she said shyly.

Angel's eyes opened wide in understanding… the note he'd left on her desk. His eyes filled with longing and emotion and all she could do was gaze at him… his eyes were locked on hers so intensely that she was stuck in place.

He closed the distance between them pulling her slowly into an embrace as if giving her a chance to pull back, but she didn't. The moment his arms settled around her… she felt her lips part as a sigh escaped her. His chocolate brown eyes boring into her honey ones as his lips descended to capture hers… the moment they touched he could have sworn the earth moved. It was sweet and needy at first, but it had quickly turned passionate… bodies pressed against each other, her fingers scraping at his hair pulling him closer as his settled on her hips, pulling her flush against him…

The motion made her hum in satisfaction eliciting a growl from him… he began to walk her to the door of his bedroom as she began to fumble with clothes…

God, this couldn't be happening… he thought, it had to be a dream… a really fantastic dream, but a dream none the less…

"Hmmm…" she moaned, it had been a while for her and the way his hands were roaming along her body, removing every item of clothing, as his mouth and tongue assaulted her neck and skin, had her desperately aching for him. She couldn't understand the consuming fire taking over her body…

"Isis…" he groaned as he pushed the door to his bedroom open as he picked her up and set her on his bed. He settled himself over her… taking her lips once more in a fiery kiss. The moment she began to reach for him to relieve the pressure building up inside, made him come to his senses…

He had felt like his heart practically began to beat from the emotions going through him with her… this had happened once before and it hadn't end well… with someone else and it had led to a lot of people dying.

He suddenly stopped as he pulled back enough to look into her eyes while saying apologetically, "I can't…"