Something New
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Notes: See Previous Parts
"I wonder if the sewers back home are like this?" Brandon asked himself. He had been wandering around since he woke up. Dru had put him inside some type of utility room, but it wasn't locked and she wasn't around so he decided to go while the coast was clear. The sewers were oddly well-lighted, although there wasn't any apparent light source. "Guess that's the magic of television.," he muttered.
He came to another junction and saw a ladder. "Finally, a way to the surface," he said rejoicefully. He started climbing. It occurred to Brandon, while he was climbing, that he had no idea, where the ladder would take him. He remembered that most ladders led to a basement or an abandoned building of some kind. "Please don't let there be vampires. Please don't let there be vampires," he whispered as he climbed. Then he remember where he was and revised his prayer. "Please don't let there be, vampires or other demons who would kill me."
Whe he got to the top, he pushed the cover over and climbed out. The first thing he noticed was singing. Very bad singing. In fact, it wasn't even singing. It was more like growling to music. "Something tells me that I'm back in Ciritas," he muttered.
Soon after the music stopped, he heard the Host.
"Well, I certainly don't think anybody has ever heard 'She Works Hard for the Money' sung quite like that. Let's give him another hand." After the clapping died down, he continued, "Now I want yo to give a warm welcome for our next performer. It's her first time and she's a little nervous." Some clapping started, then Brandon heard a very familiar voice.
"Uh, hi. Um... I picked this song, because it reminded me of someone special and my feelings towards him since... uh... wow it's almost been two years," the female's voice marveled.
Brandon could almost see the parade of flashbacks that were probably going through her mind. Suddenly, he heard the soft beginning of "Uninvited" by Alanis Morissette. "Very nice choice, Ms. Lockley."
* * *
"Where is he?" Darla raged, while Brandon stood captivated. They only had three days and they still didn't know where the kid was. "Somebody tell me why I'm looking at an empty utility closet?"
"He was here when I left," Drusilla said confused.
"The door wasn't locked," Angel explained after examining the door.
"Great. That means he could be anywhere," Gunn complained.
"It also means he's completely unprotected," Willow added gravely. Brandon may have been invunerable to magic, but he could still be killed if a vampire decided to make him a snack.
"What is it, Dru?" Angel asked, when he noticed Dru starting to sway back and forth.
"The siren calls to him," she said in a whisper. "She sings of such pain." She opened her eyes and focused on Angel. "It is the Angel-beast she craves, but Death will answer her instead," she finished with a giggle.
After a moment, Darla asked Willow, "Well witch. You were inside her head. What is she talking about?"
"I have no idea," Willow answered. "Angel?"
"I'm thinking," he replied. Dru usually spoke in metaphors and he was use to deciphering them. What he couldn't understand was "It is the Angel-beast she craves." The only person he could think of who ever "craved" him with his soul was Buffy, but she couldn't be in LA and Brandon couldn't have gotten to Sunnydale so fast on foot. The only other females who he could think would ever "crave" him were Cordy, which was completely ridiculous. Granted she had tried to flirt with in high school, but that was a long time ago. They were great friends now. Of course, there was that one time... What was he thinking? It's not Cordy. Moving on. The only other person he could think of was... Kate. "No... it can't be her," he said out loud.
"Can't be who?" Willow asked, but was ignored.
Drusilla's words kept echoing in his head. "She sings of such pain." It was her. He knew it. "I know who Dru's talking about. Come on," he said, before running down the sewer.
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Notes: See Previous Parts
"I wonder if the sewers back home are like this?" Brandon asked himself. He had been wandering around since he woke up. Dru had put him inside some type of utility room, but it wasn't locked and she wasn't around so he decided to go while the coast was clear. The sewers were oddly well-lighted, although there wasn't any apparent light source. "Guess that's the magic of television.," he muttered.
He came to another junction and saw a ladder. "Finally, a way to the surface," he said rejoicefully. He started climbing. It occurred to Brandon, while he was climbing, that he had no idea, where the ladder would take him. He remembered that most ladders led to a basement or an abandoned building of some kind. "Please don't let there be vampires. Please don't let there be vampires," he whispered as he climbed. Then he remember where he was and revised his prayer. "Please don't let there be, vampires or other demons who would kill me."
Whe he got to the top, he pushed the cover over and climbed out. The first thing he noticed was singing. Very bad singing. In fact, it wasn't even singing. It was more like growling to music. "Something tells me that I'm back in Ciritas," he muttered.
Soon after the music stopped, he heard the Host.
"Well, I certainly don't think anybody has ever heard 'She Works Hard for the Money' sung quite like that. Let's give him another hand." After the clapping died down, he continued, "Now I want yo to give a warm welcome for our next performer. It's her first time and she's a little nervous." Some clapping started, then Brandon heard a very familiar voice.
"Uh, hi. Um... I picked this song, because it reminded me of someone special and my feelings towards him since... uh... wow it's almost been two years," the female's voice marveled.
Brandon could almost see the parade of flashbacks that were probably going through her mind. Suddenly, he heard the soft beginning of "Uninvited" by Alanis Morissette. "Very nice choice, Ms. Lockley."
* * *
"Where is he?" Darla raged, while Brandon stood captivated. They only had three days and they still didn't know where the kid was. "Somebody tell me why I'm looking at an empty utility closet?"
"He was here when I left," Drusilla said confused.
"The door wasn't locked," Angel explained after examining the door.
"Great. That means he could be anywhere," Gunn complained.
"It also means he's completely unprotected," Willow added gravely. Brandon may have been invunerable to magic, but he could still be killed if a vampire decided to make him a snack.
"What is it, Dru?" Angel asked, when he noticed Dru starting to sway back and forth.
"The siren calls to him," she said in a whisper. "She sings of such pain." She opened her eyes and focused on Angel. "It is the Angel-beast she craves, but Death will answer her instead," she finished with a giggle.
After a moment, Darla asked Willow, "Well witch. You were inside her head. What is she talking about?"
"I have no idea," Willow answered. "Angel?"
"I'm thinking," he replied. Dru usually spoke in metaphors and he was use to deciphering them. What he couldn't understand was "It is the Angel-beast she craves." The only person he could think of who ever "craved" him with his soul was Buffy, but she couldn't be in LA and Brandon couldn't have gotten to Sunnydale so fast on foot. The only other females who he could think would ever "crave" him were Cordy, which was completely ridiculous. Granted she had tried to flirt with in high school, but that was a long time ago. They were great friends now. Of course, there was that one time... What was he thinking? It's not Cordy. Moving on. The only other person he could think of was... Kate. "No... it can't be her," he said out loud.
"Can't be who?" Willow asked, but was ignored.
Drusilla's words kept echoing in his head. "She sings of such pain." It was her. He knew it. "I know who Dru's talking about. Come on," he said, before running down the sewer.