Chapter 13: Ancient Awakenings

AN: Evilness. And sorry this took so long. Mostly are two sentences I translated into Ancient Egyptian according to some charts and websites online, I do not know how right they are but included the English translation in bold/italic and quotes after their respective sentences. Enjoy and please review!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters aside from Nefertiti and I do not profit from this work of fiction.

The night was silent for the most part, Doyle's snores echoing across the living room and through Angel's bedroom door. Nefertiti lay naked and curled up at Angel's side, small puffs of tired breath wisking across his chest. Angel lay awake as she slept into the night, strumming his fingertips above his peck. A hollow sound made itself at home somewhere within as an evil, twisted smile draped itself across his features. He moved silently and slowly, careful not to wake the woman beside him and rose, moving to his closet.

His eyes shone in the darkness as his fingers sought out what he was after, the leather pants – still belted – from a few days ago and his black button down. Angel shrugged the articles on quickly, the leather slightly creaking as it warmed to him. He padded naked feet out into the living room, his smirk intensifying as the snoring abruptly stopped.

"Bout time boy'o." Doyle's voice was near silent, but just enough of a whisper for Angel to catch.

"T'was the night after Christmas and all through the house," He held back a giggle, "two creatures were stirring, one resembling a louse."

"Hey now, evil needs a kind word too now and again." Doyle rose, headed towards the stairs and hurried up them, Angel in tow.

Angel hurried behind him, taking the steps by two, "Where's the meeting?"

Doyle shoved the door to the roof open, a flashlight beaming them in the eyes.

"Just in time Mister Doyle." The flashlight lowered, Lilah taking a few steps forward to come into proper view. "And Angel-"

"Right and mighty Lord I hate that name."

"Angelus, then? If your through pouting, I'd like to get on with business."

"A woman tha's straight to the point," Doyle's eyes roamed Lilah's body, making a lewd gesture with his hips, "I'd like one as a late Christmas present."

Angelus took a few steps forward, advancing on Lilah, "I think it can be arranged." He stopped short, strumming a thoughful finger on his chin, "After business is taken care of."

Doyle pouted at Angelus, flicking his attention to Lilah instead. "Out with it, woman!"

Lilah adjusted over the slight nerves in the back of her throat, "As you know our target is Nefertiti and the price for her safe capture and turn over high. The firm wishes to awaken the evil inside of her and use it to our advantage." She looked between both of them, "Think you can handle it boys?"

"That's it?" Doyle crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his jaw muscles in slight irritation. "I thought this was supposed to be a challenge."

Angelus held a hand up to stop Doyle in his reverie. "And what about the visions?"

"The Chase girl is being taken care of, the firm is diverting her visions as we speak." Lyndsey stepped forward, throat bandaged and gurgling rasp in his voice, arm in a sling.

Angelus laughed, pulling an eerie chill into the night air, "I see soul boy certainly left his mark with you, eh?"

"Gonna make it difficult to sign our checks, yeah?" The Irish accent played through a set of giggles, cold blue eyes sparkling in the darkness.

Lilah stepped back into the shadows, nudging Lyndsey along, "We will be in touch."

"They're going to have their people call our people."

Doyle rubbed lightly at his stomach, "I hope they're wantin' to do lunch."

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Cordelia sat at her desk in the office, thumping out a tune with the eraser end of her pencil across the wood.

"Studious as always." Wesley fixed himself a cup of coffee, his sudden interruption causing Cordelia to jump.

"I'm..." She huffed, "I was thinking about doughnuts."

"Doughnuts?"

"Yeah and the Olde English who didn't bring any in this morning!"

Wesley took up a stack of books from beside the coffee maker and shuffled into Angel's office, placing them in their proper places on the shelves. "Have you seen Angel today?" He called over his shoulder, sipping at his mug as he leaned in the doorframe.

"Yeah, The Dark Avenger is out Avenging his tan. Well, lack of one anyways." She placed the pencil on the desk, frowning as it rolled off the opposite end. "What do you think we should do tonight?"

Wesley caught a sip of coffee in the back of his throat, "Pardon?"

"It's New Year's Eve Wes, I can't be expected to sit around visionless and partyless."

"Your the one that goes out and shakes her groove thing, I'm just a simple librarian. Why ask me where the happening spot is tonight?" His tone was pale and dry.

"God, grumpsville much?" She glanced over at the clock, frowning at the meagre hour of eleven thirty and turned her attention to the staircase as heels sounded on it.

Nefertiti fidgeted under the gaze of the two, unsure of what to say at the sudden attention. "Um... can I help you?"

"I thought Angel said you were going out for lunch?" Cordelia rested her chin in her hand, peering across to Nefertiti in slight confusion.

"He called, yes but I decided he'd be better off catching up with Doyle."

Cordelia humphed, "He's been back on Earth for less than a week and he's already got more of a social life than I do."

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Angelus leapt over the counter of the small shop to the customer side, slamming his open hand down on the bell a few times, "Hellooooo! Can't a guy get some decent service around here?!"

Doyle popped his head through a shelf, the shopkeeper's glasses hanging at the tip of his nose, "Didn' anyone ever tell ya' not ta' play with your food?"

"My Mom did," Moving back behind the register he dragged the lifeless shopkeeper out by a pudgy arm, leaving him sprawled in the middle of the floor, "Then I ate her." He sucked lightly on a fang, picking idly at the bloodstain under his nails. "So Doyle, ol' pal, what about you and Cordy? Gonna rekindle love lost?"

Doyle's head appeared at the end of the store, following a few books and manuals he'd tossed over his shoulder. "If I can find the book I'm lookin' for yeah." He disappeared behind the shelving.

Angelus huffed, his yellowed eyes surveying the destruction and moved to sift through a pile of books. "Well," He fingered one book, the symbol on the front telling him it was what they'd been looking for in the past half hour, "You'll never find it back there."

It sounded like an entire shelf of books collapsed ontop of Doyle. "And," He giggled, dragging himself out of the pile, "What makes ya' say that?"

"Because I have it in my hands your arse."

Doyle frowned and headed to see the book Angelus was referring to, "Yep that'd be it."

Angelus handed the book to Doyle, returning his face to it's smoother human appearance. "Your sure we can awaken all four from this book?"

"They didn't make me high priest back in the day for nothing." He shuffled a few pages just to make sure, "I'm suprised Nefertiti hasn't sniffed us out yet."

"She's blinded by the light." He clutched his hands over his chest.

"Light up like a douche?" Doyle finished part of the song lyric.

Angelus chuckled, "I still can't believe Angel wore parachute pants." He visibly shook himself and swung the door open, heading onto the street. "Makes me want to vomit."

"Ya' sure it's not just the shopkeeper?"

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Nefertiti dropped a stack of books, watching in amusement as Wesley's head smacked against Angel's desk before jolting upright. "Good Evening Wesley."

Wesley ran a hand over his face, placing his glasses back on his nose, "Evening." He looked about the room briefly before rising, taking the books from Nefertiti and placing them in their respective places in the shelves. "I suppose I should walk Cordelia."

"I just got back from walking her home. You looked like you could use the rest."

That made him a bit nervous. Alone in the offices with Nefertiti. It certainly inspired some interesting thoughts. "I see."

"Dinner is ready if your hungry."

"Oh I shouldn't-"

"Steak and potatoes."

"Really?" A certain child like gleam filled his eyes at the mention of steak and he headed in the direction of the basement. And it smelled delicious. He couldn't recall the last time he'd treated himself to a tender slab of beef and pulled a chair out for Nefertiti before seating himself at the opposite end of the table.

Nefertiti poured herself a glass of wine, crossing her legs delicately and passed the bottle to Wesley.

"Thank you, Nefertiti. You really didn't have to-"

"Hush. I can tell your hungry." She watched him smile politely and begin eating, sipping from her glass as the plate before her sent delicious smelling puffs of steam up to her nose.

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The lights flickered as she moved to the kitchen, "Phantom Dennis! Humans don't have ghostly night vision!" She quirked a brow at a knock on her door and turned around making her way to answer it. The chain moved suddenly, locking her completely inside. "Dennis!" She hissed and undid the locks, smiling at ther visitors.

"Hey Cordy!" Angelus chimed, a bit too peppy even for his liking. "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd... you know."

Cordelia took a step back, allowing them passage into the room and frowned at Angel who stood on the other side of the doorframe, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. "Oh thats right I have to-"

Angelus stepped over the threshold, standing a breath away from her, "You already did a couple of months ago." He moved to the side, following Doyle into the apartment and took a seat in the middle of the couch.

Cordelia smiled at Doyle before pushing past him to stand over Angel, behind the couch. "I'd offer you a beer or something, but the fridge is empty."

"That's alright we didn't come here to chat." Angelus picked the remote up and turned the TV on.

"Sorry Princess." Doyle took a step forward, punching Cordelia in the back of the head and rendering her unconscious. "You'll thank me later." Doyle opened the book he had at his side, turning to the appropriate page and removed a vial of foul smelling paste, smearing it in runes on her forehead.

As Doyle began to chat Angelus tuned him out, shifting into a comfortable position on the couch. "I wonder if Scrubs is on."

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Angelus sniffed at the vial as Doyle reached up to his forehead, drawing the appropriate runes. "This stuff smells worse than the rotting plague."

"It has some bloated flesh in it." Doyle said matter of factly and returned his attention to the book. "Now, clear your mind and shut up."

"Easier said then done." He closed his eyes and breathed deep, clearing his mind with the exhale as Doyle began to chant. The chanting only took a few minutes but the feeling it brought about was bigger and better than anything he had ever experienced before. He opened his eyes, the surging power within him causing him to smile and laugh. Angelus flexed his hands, looking to Cordelia and then Doyle. "Well slap my ass and call me... wait who am I again?"

"Sutekh."

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Wesley rubbed at his stomach, the full feeling overwhelming him and he stretched over the back of the kitchen chair, frowning as the power went out. "Must have blown a fuse." The only indication that he stood was the scrape of the chair across the linoleum.

"No," Nefertiti stood as well, moving to stand protectively in front of Wesley, "Something is wrong."

"Oh Lucy!" A fake Ricky Riccardo accent came from the stairs, "I'm home!" The voice came closer, this time using it's original tone, "And you made me dinner, how sweet."

"Angelus."

He made the sound of a buzzer, "Nope, would you like to take a guess at whats behind door number two?"

Nefertiti took a deep breath, feeling the static in the air out. "Sutekh. Wesley," She shifted so the back door was behind them, "Run."

"And his all star band." The Irish accent wafted through the open rear door, "Now, now before the place gets destroyed and Wes here meets an untimely doom,"

"Fuck you! Wesley spat from under his grasp.

Doyle pressed a blade to his throat, "As I was saying, Nefertiti come with us and Watcher boy keeps his life."

Nefertiti sighed, Angelus advanced trapping her in a corner of the kitchen. "Fine. Just let him go."

Angelus took one hulking step forward, grabing her against his body, "Come now don't be shy with me." He pulled her closer. "Your body screams for Angel." He sniffed up the side of her neck, "Come on doll, we both look the same."

Doyle tossed Wesley out the back door, making sure to gouge a deep cut across his neck before discarding him. "Come on boy'o, we haven't got all night."

Angelus pouted, "Until next time then." He held onto her, dragging her across the room to stand at Doyle's side.

Doyle pressed a few buttons. "Ready for extraction." He hung up and less than two seconds later a small army of men dressed in all black came crawling through every avenue of the apartment.

Angelus turned Nefertiti over to one of the men, "Hang on boys," He shuffled in his pocket and smeared a less foul smelling balm type substance across his lips, "At least let me say goodbye first." He snaked a hand around the back of her head and pressed his lips fiercely to hers only allowing her to pull apart a breath as he whispered, "Resut Nebthet, resut." ["Awaken Nebthet, awaken!"]

Nefertiti swallowed the words, her eyes glowing a different shade momentarily before she released an evil laugh, "Iwi hr resut, Iwi hr mrit Sutekh." ["I am awake, upon loving Sutekh."] She shifted slightly in his grasp and looked around at the men, "Are they enemies to you Pharoah?"

Angelus smirked and nodded his head, feeling the air being sucked dry of power as Nefertiti incinerated them without so much as breaking a sweat. "That is a great power!" He looked over his shoulder to Doyle, "Can I do that?"

"In time, dear Pharoah. I shall teach you." Nefertiti answered for Doyle and pulled away walking to stand over Wesley's crumpled form in the parking garage. She frowned, cocking her head slightly. "I like this one." She said simply. Feeling Angelus wrap himself around her.

"You won't for long."

"We can make use of him."

"You really want him?" He quirked a brow at her and released her as she shook her head yes. "He's going to have to get some rest before you can play with him."

Nefertiti bent, taking Wesley's arm in her hand and dragged him behind her to the car, lifting him into the backseat. "His life is almost gone." She slid into the backseat with Wesley, watching him curiously.

Angelus jumped into the driver's seat, waiting for Doyle to get in the passenger seat before peeling out. "We'll get him to the hospital for some band aids and pick him up later, how's that sound honey?"

Nefertiti almost purred and clapped her hands together, "Yes, yes! I love playtime!"

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