It's Over Now
Chapter 4
Cold as Ice
Disclaimer: I don't own them. The tags saw "Property of Joss Whendon and Company". I wish I did. Maybe if I put them on my wish list......
Summary: Angel's gotten past test number one..... can he survive the rest? If you haven't read the previous chapters, please do so now.
Comments from the author I just got back from the doctor, and feel like shit.(Pardon my French) So, this chapter will be depressing. Just thought I'd warn you. And has anyone else heard what Joss said about Angel next season? That he'll have more important things to worry about?(*vamps out into Angelus*) Yeah right! (*returns to normal self*) I've left out the whole spoiler thing......we've got season three and two spoilers, for sure, and season five...... okay, we've got a lot here.......
Angel watched the woman, not sure what to do. She had changed outfits, now wearing a long black skirt, it's sides slit up to her hip, and a matching tank top. Her dark hair was pulled up, showing a small scar on her neck. The demon inside him snickered, knowing how that scar got there.
"You know who I am, don't you?" she asked quietly, her eyes not meeting his. He arched his eyebrows, not sure what to think of her sudden mood change.
"Yes, Katherine, I do," he said, hid voice equally soft. He knew that he was the one who corrupted her. And part of him was glad of it.
"Anyway, Liam, maybe you should know where your precious Buffy is," she said, the amusement returning to her voice. "You were smart enough to figure out how to get through the flames, but are you smart enough to figure out why she's still alive? It's not an every day occurrence that a Slayer, or anyone, for that matter, stays alive after they've died." She chuckled, watching the now small flames in the fireplace across the room.
"How about you cut the dramatics and tell me," he growled, his patience running out. "You always took the longest time to get to the point if I remember." Her laughter was her response.
"Liam, you never learn, do you?" she asked, picking up a hand mirror from the carved coffee table, handing it to him. His eyes gazed at the cloudy surface as an image appeared.
He recognized the cell. He had lost count of how many times they had held him in that cell, starved and cold, too weak to escape from them. It had come to be a refuge, after the first decade. A place to try to gather his wits before they came again to torture, defile, and try to break his will. Instead of him in the cell, however, there was Buffy, curled on the floor, asleep, her wrists chained to the wall.
"Buffy......" he whispered painfully, knowing all to well what would happen next. They would come, and take her to one of the dozen of torture rooms, and for days she would be there, trying to live for the next moment where they might take her out of the room.....
"Yes, she's where you should be, " Katherine said from beside him, looking into the mirror." It was her Claddaugh that brought you back from Hell, and she used that fact to stay alive after she jumped into that opening, so Dawn wouldn't t have to die. She took your place, dear Liam."
" How do I get her out?" he asked, tearing his eyes away from the sleeping image of Buffy. Katherine smiled, her eyes triumphant.
"Pass the next two tests, of course, " she said, opening a door to his left. He entered silently, hearing the door shut behind him. He looked around him, startled to find himself in the familiar countryside outside Galway.
The country-side was white with a deep winter's snow. The nearby woods were silent and dark. He knew where he was. The small cemetery was just outside the town's main drag. he knew who was buried there. The list was long, and he wondered how he was able to remember every soul who was unfortunate to be buried there.
His own body was one of the first. His sisters and younger brother soon followed, there deaths more violent than his own. His mother and father came, along with half the village of Galway, only after a month in his new existence as the undead. He shivered against the breeze as his gaze scanned the area, not knowing what to do.
"Get up Missy, it's time for your hour of fun," a harsh male voice said, intruding into her sub conscience and forcing her to open her eyes. The man wasn't a human man. AS she pushed herself to her feet, she finally realized that her wrists were loosely chained to the stone wall behind her. The chains were long; enough length to have her not notice them. Then right length to give the person comfort, but still confine them.
"That's it," the thing said. Buffy looked more closely at it, and tried to contain a giggle. Dwarf-sized with a rough green skin, it looked as if it had walked straight out of her fairy tale version of goblins.
"You know what Toto?" she said quietly as the goblin unlocked her chains from the wall and roughly pulled her out of her cell."I don't think we are in Kansas anymore."
Angel wandered to the entrance to the small, overgrown cemetery, not knowing why he was heading that way. He almost tripped over the first headstone. He knelt onto one knee, not feeling the cold snow beneath his knee. The stone's writings were covered by the snow. He brushed it away, reading the name.
Jenny Calendar
A gasp escaped his lips, forming in the cool air around him. Why would her grave be in Ireland?, he thought. Thinking, he went to the next gravestone, brushing the snow aside.
Buffy Anne Summers
He noticed something wrong about the stone. The dates weren't right. Instead of her death in 2001, it was in 1997, the day after her birthday. Angel stood up, the wind catching the loose material of his search. He finally understood this test. He had to make his way through the cemetery, and relive every horrible death and pain he had caused....
Chapter 4
Cold as Ice
Disclaimer: I don't own them. The tags saw "Property of Joss Whendon and Company". I wish I did. Maybe if I put them on my wish list......
Summary: Angel's gotten past test number one..... can he survive the rest? If you haven't read the previous chapters, please do so now.
Comments from the author I just got back from the doctor, and feel like shit.(Pardon my French) So, this chapter will be depressing. Just thought I'd warn you. And has anyone else heard what Joss said about Angel next season? That he'll have more important things to worry about?(*vamps out into Angelus*) Yeah right! (*returns to normal self*) I've left out the whole spoiler thing......we've got season three and two spoilers, for sure, and season five...... okay, we've got a lot here.......
Angel watched the woman, not sure what to do. She had changed outfits, now wearing a long black skirt, it's sides slit up to her hip, and a matching tank top. Her dark hair was pulled up, showing a small scar on her neck. The demon inside him snickered, knowing how that scar got there.
"You know who I am, don't you?" she asked quietly, her eyes not meeting his. He arched his eyebrows, not sure what to think of her sudden mood change.
"Yes, Katherine, I do," he said, hid voice equally soft. He knew that he was the one who corrupted her. And part of him was glad of it.
"Anyway, Liam, maybe you should know where your precious Buffy is," she said, the amusement returning to her voice. "You were smart enough to figure out how to get through the flames, but are you smart enough to figure out why she's still alive? It's not an every day occurrence that a Slayer, or anyone, for that matter, stays alive after they've died." She chuckled, watching the now small flames in the fireplace across the room.
"How about you cut the dramatics and tell me," he growled, his patience running out. "You always took the longest time to get to the point if I remember." Her laughter was her response.
"Liam, you never learn, do you?" she asked, picking up a hand mirror from the carved coffee table, handing it to him. His eyes gazed at the cloudy surface as an image appeared.
He recognized the cell. He had lost count of how many times they had held him in that cell, starved and cold, too weak to escape from them. It had come to be a refuge, after the first decade. A place to try to gather his wits before they came again to torture, defile, and try to break his will. Instead of him in the cell, however, there was Buffy, curled on the floor, asleep, her wrists chained to the wall.
"Buffy......" he whispered painfully, knowing all to well what would happen next. They would come, and take her to one of the dozen of torture rooms, and for days she would be there, trying to live for the next moment where they might take her out of the room.....
"Yes, she's where you should be, " Katherine said from beside him, looking into the mirror." It was her Claddaugh that brought you back from Hell, and she used that fact to stay alive after she jumped into that opening, so Dawn wouldn't t have to die. She took your place, dear Liam."
" How do I get her out?" he asked, tearing his eyes away from the sleeping image of Buffy. Katherine smiled, her eyes triumphant.
"Pass the next two tests, of course, " she said, opening a door to his left. He entered silently, hearing the door shut behind him. He looked around him, startled to find himself in the familiar countryside outside Galway.
The country-side was white with a deep winter's snow. The nearby woods were silent and dark. He knew where he was. The small cemetery was just outside the town's main drag. he knew who was buried there. The list was long, and he wondered how he was able to remember every soul who was unfortunate to be buried there.
His own body was one of the first. His sisters and younger brother soon followed, there deaths more violent than his own. His mother and father came, along with half the village of Galway, only after a month in his new existence as the undead. He shivered against the breeze as his gaze scanned the area, not knowing what to do.
"Get up Missy, it's time for your hour of fun," a harsh male voice said, intruding into her sub conscience and forcing her to open her eyes. The man wasn't a human man. AS she pushed herself to her feet, she finally realized that her wrists were loosely chained to the stone wall behind her. The chains were long; enough length to have her not notice them. Then right length to give the person comfort, but still confine them.
"That's it," the thing said. Buffy looked more closely at it, and tried to contain a giggle. Dwarf-sized with a rough green skin, it looked as if it had walked straight out of her fairy tale version of goblins.
"You know what Toto?" she said quietly as the goblin unlocked her chains from the wall and roughly pulled her out of her cell."I don't think we are in Kansas anymore."
Angel wandered to the entrance to the small, overgrown cemetery, not knowing why he was heading that way. He almost tripped over the first headstone. He knelt onto one knee, not feeling the cold snow beneath his knee. The stone's writings were covered by the snow. He brushed it away, reading the name.
Jenny Calendar
A gasp escaped his lips, forming in the cool air around him. Why would her grave be in Ireland?, he thought. Thinking, he went to the next gravestone, brushing the snow aside.
Buffy Anne Summers
He noticed something wrong about the stone. The dates weren't right. Instead of her death in 2001, it was in 1997, the day after her birthday. Angel stood up, the wind catching the loose material of his search. He finally understood this test. He had to make his way through the cemetery, and relive every horrible death and pain he had caused....