CHAPTER 9
The moonlight cast waltzing shadows across their naked, intertwined bodies. Muffling their heavy breathing, their lips explored each other in the heat of the night. Her hands traveled with a sensual intensity across his bare back, making their way up, brushing over his tattoo before nesting in his wet hair. The small touch of her hands sent chills through his entire body. The feel of her skin against his made him come alive, elbowing any rational thought regarding how they'd gotten into that position in the first place out of the way. His tongue sought hers feverishly as their sweaty bodies clung fearlessly to one another. He felt the soft smile creep up on her lips and her breath on his face in between long, passionate kisses.
For a split second, everything became dark…and then the images reappeared. Cordelia dug her fingers into Angel's messy hair as they moved slowly under the sheets.
The intense kissing continued until everything became dark again.
Angel stirred on the bed before sleepily opening his eyes. He took a deep, unnecessary breath, probably out of habit, and realized where he was: on Cordelia's bed, completely dressed, his left arm still around her as she slept. He closed his eyes for a moment; trying to chase away the dream he'd been having only moments before. The images had been so vivid. The feelings so intense.
The touches….so real. Like a memory he never experienced. A memory he never lived.
A memory from the future.
Carefully, Angel took his arm away from Cordelia and sat up on the side of the bed. He noticed Cordelia's hand gently resting on Connor's stomach in their sleep and he smiled to himself. He listened carefully and did not hear a sound coming from the living room. Curious, he got up and walked around the apartment, finding everyone still asleep, clutching weapons, in their respective nests. All except one.
Angel noticed that Alessia was missing from the scene. He walked towards the couch, carefully avoiding the early rays of sunlight, and through the window, he caught a glimpse of the girl outside.
Outside, Angel silently stayed in the shadows behind Alessia, watching her as she stood in the sunrise and admired the view. The separation between father and daughter was unmistakable. He his in the shadow of the tall building, silently, while she stood, arms crossed, breathing in the early sun. Slowly, Angel reached out a hand and carefully stuck it into the light. The pain was immediate, though, whether it stemmed from the burning feeling on his hand or the deep realization in his heart remained uncertain. He then quickly pulled his hand back.
In that instant, this all became clear to Angel. In that instant, he understood. In that instant, she represented everything untouchable, unattainable to him. She represented a dream – his dream. She represented all the things that he wasn't. How could this girl be his? Her, in the sun; him, in the dark. A step behind. As always. But she also embodied the one thing he never thought he had – a future. A future in which he could step out of the shadows. A future in which the demarcation between the two of them wasn't so obvious.
His daughter.
"You were smiling in your sleep, you know." Alessia spoke up without even turning around to face him, and a grin appeared on her face.
Angel was a bit surprised at how easily she sensed him, and mostly at how easily she just knew it was him standing behind her.
"I'd like to tell you something witty, like, 'It's all that demonic blood running through my veins', but I'm afraid it's much simpler and boring than that. I just…"
"Saw me come out?" he asked, a bit amused.
"Yeah." She smiled, finally turning around. "You almost told her, didn't you?" she then softly asked before lowering her eyes.
"She stopped me." He said, almost regretfully.
"I know."
"She's afraid to know…and I can't really blame her…" he admitted.
Alessia smiled to herself, looked away and back at the beautiful sky.
"When she's supposed to know – when she's ready to know – she'll know." She kindly offered.
In that moment, Angel noticed the sad irony of the situation here. The truth is, he never really watched the sunrise anymore. Even from the shadows. Too tempting. He could do it, but he chooses not to. Except for now.
And there stood a girl who embodied the promise of hundreds of sunrises to come for him. This was just one of the firsts. His first in years, even if he couldn't feel it. And while it should rejoice him, it also sadden him, for while it was his first, it would be her last.
This was the third day, whatever that meant. The day.
"I need to tell you something." She spoke, not able to look at him right away. "It may sound strange to you. It may not even make sense to you…but I need to say it. I'm sorry." She whispered, but he still heard her from a distance.
"Why?"
"One of the last things you ever said to me was 'Please don't forget me', and I didn't. I haven't! …But sometimes, I'd close my eyes, and I couldn't see it." She paused and then faced him. "I had trouble remembering your smile…or that curve in your brow when mom made you laugh. And I didn't realize it until I came here and saw you again…that I had begun to forget. Even if I never meant to." They both paused and a soft smile spread across Ally's lips. "I guess it's not 'I'm sorry' that I'm trying to say, it's 'Thank you'. For reminding me." Her smile grew bigger and brighter, just like her mother's, and Angel found himself returning the lovely gesture from his spot in the shadow.
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Cordelia stood near the counter in the kitchen, holding up a cup of coffee to her lips, when she heard the sound of the front door. She turned around just in time to see Angel walk into the kitchen, alone. Their eyes met and after a split-second of awkwardness, a secret smile appeared on their faces.
For a moment there, Angel had to swallow back the emotions of that dream, as they flowed through him again. Was it a dream? The reality of it still felt so vivid…he could still taste her lips, fell her hands…Angel shook his head, walking into the room.
"Where's Alessia?" she asked while Fred sat at the table with Connor in her arms.
"Bathroom." He simply noted, pointing at the closed bathroom door.
Cordelia nodded nonchalantly, paused, and then froze as if horrified by some peculiar thought only Cordelia Chase knew how to conjure. She looked up at the ceiling with a frown that confused both Angel and Fred.
"Dennis?!!" she called out, her frown growing even more threatening. "Dennis!! Get your translucent butt in here!" she ordered just before she saw an object on the counter move by itself. Cordy sighed in relief. "Good. I catch you anywhere near that bathroom – or a loofah – and you will be one deader than usual ghost, let me tell you…" she muttered, sitting down at the table and meeting Angel and Fred's worried glances.
A slightly confused Angel decided to just humor her.
"And we all know if anyone can pull that off, it's you." He smiled.
"You betcha." She grinned back.
At that particular moment, Gunn, Wesley, Lorne and Alessia walked into the kitchen, ready for whatever was going to be thrown their way. The night before, they had settled on a plan B: a much more dangerous, but probably wiser plan than running away.
"Just for the sake of democracy here, I don't like this plan any more than the first one." Lorne pitched in, sitting down at the table.
"Lorne!!!" everyone gritted at once.
In the meantime, Alessia just smiled and hopped on the counter, as if she'd done it all her life, and let her legs dangle in the air. Just then, she noticed an apple floating in the air and smiled wholeheartedly.
"Hey Dennis!" she cheerfully exclaimed as she caught the apple that was tossed her way.
Cordelia frowned and muttered something about The Exorcist and Madonna in the same sentence, which seemed to get a reaction from the ghost as he obviously left the room.
"Man, we can't pull this off." Gunn worriedly spoke. "We'll need back up. Lots of it."
Angel and Cordy looked at one another and the seer shook her head and sighed.
"Well…" she unenthusiastically began. "You know…we could…you know…Sunnyhell." She finally said, pointedly.
"No." the determined voice came from Skip, who stood in the doorway.
"Why not?" Wesley asked, his heart clearly not into the whole Scooby Gang idea either, but still…
"They would need explanations. They would need answers we cannot give them. They would need the truth and I really don't think it's wise to reveal too much of a future that may still happen. God knows you two know way more than you should already…" he mumbled as he addressed that last part at Cordy and Angel.
"Well, fine." Gunn said. "Someone's always ready to call them when there's trouble anyway. What's so special about that Buffy chick anyway, huh?" he yawned.
Angel and Cordy caught the tiny, amused grin on Alessia's face as she played with her apple. There was definitely a story there…one they knew Alessia probably wouldn't tell, but it still intrigued them.
"Well, it's too bad. I kind of looked forward to seeing Xander." Alessia smiled, a dreamy smile that made Cordelia look confused.
"Oh please!" Skip rolled his eyes.
"What? I have an invested interest in his future." She teased.
"Yeah…more like your hormones have interest in his offspring…" he threw back at her with another eye-rolling face.
"What?!" angel and Cordelia both exclaimed, looking at Alessia, who quickly took a big bite of her apple and grinned.
A certain desire to kill both Dennis and Xander overcame Cordelia.
"Oh my god…if I hear any more I think I'll turn into a homicidal killer…" she sighed to herself, making a tiny disgusted face.
"Oh please." Skip said again with an exasperated sigh. "It's like a curse. It's the dork factor! Like mother, like daughter." He told a horrified Cordelia and a slightly embarrassed Angel.
Alessia had trouble repressing her laughter when everyone turned to look at her, so she just went in for another huge bite in her apple. She looked down at the apple and all of a sudden wanted to burst into laughter. Could she hit them with a metaphor more obvious than that one?
"So…still worried about the curse nowadays, huh?" she asked, her mouth full as she looked at a stunned and speechless Angel.
"Wow, you have to admire the Cordy-ness in that subject changer…" Fred whispered to herself.
"Alessia…" Skip tried to interject calmly, but Angel answered in a louder tone.
"Not exactly a cure for that…" his voice was a bit regretful actually.
"Well, you know…you should definitely look into that." She said with a raised eyebrow that seemed to convey more than she should. "You never know…"
"Alessia." Skip stopped her.
"What?" she innocently responded, staring at the demon. "I'm just trying to save some unnecessary groveling here…" The look Skip gave her made her shrug. "Alright, so this plan again?" she changed the subject.
"Uhh…Can we go back to that curse thingy for a sec?" Cordy innocently tried to plead but Skip didn't listen to a word she said.
"So about the plan…" Gunn pressed, not really wanting to discuss Angel's possible sex life at breakfast time.
Cordy shot Angel a little girlish, embarrassed look that made him smile softly. They had to think of the plan. Of course…the plan. Whatever Alessia had implied would have to wait. Yet, they were still looking at one another…until Skip's voice broke them out of their gaze.
"Right. This will take place by the park three blocks away from here, at midnight. This will be your only chance to stop this, otherwise, we'll be majorly screwed." Skip said as everyone stared at him.
"Gee, thank you. Because we all know we needed all that added pressure here sweetie…" Lorne mumbled from his seat.
"But, Gunn's right, we'll need back up." Angel agreed.
"Something a la Sunnydale graduation day?" Cordy asked and he nodded softly. "Man, I knew not mingling with my stupid neighbors would come and bite me in the ass one of those days. Now we have, like, zero friends, and we're supposed to find this back up army where exactly?" she asked, giving everyone a glimpse of the good old Cordy.
Everyone pondered her words for a minute until Alessia broke the silence.
"The list." She said, attracting all kinds of questioning look. "You guys have a list of all your clients, right? I mean, one that hasn't exploded?"
"Yeah…I have a copy here…????" Cordy answered, still waiting for an explanation.
"Well, you may not have legions of friends, but you've got hundreds of people who owe you their lives…" she didn't need to say more, they all nodded in agreement.
"Gunn?" Angel spoke up.
"I'm on it." Gunn replied as he and Fred walked out of the kitchen.
"What about the weapons?" Wesley asked.
"Let me take care of that." Angel assured him and Cordelia and Alessia nodded, agreeing to help him with that.
"Lorne, you know what you have to do, right?" Cordy asked as a reminder.
"Yep, princess. I got Connor's back." He said, holding the child now.
They all began to head out, except for Alessia, who stood in the middle of the empty kitchen. She looked around for a bit and sighed. Cordy came back in and watched her for a moment. The girl seemed lost in a maze of memories, good ones and bad ones, as her eyes traveled through the apartment.
"Are you coming?" Cordy finally asked when Alessia noticed her.
Ally took the small picture she always carried out of her pockets and placed it on the counter, carefully, before turning back to Cordelia.
"Yeah." She smiled and followed her out of the room, but not before one last look at the familiar kitchen.
One last look.
This was it. Probably the biggest battle of their lives…and if they only knew what would come after. Alessia knew telling them was wrong. So she just gave the place one last look, knowing she'd probably never set foot in here again, and breathed in all its stories.
One last look.
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That night, 11:34 pm
Lilah and everyone from Wolfram and Hart – including an aging Groo from the future – stood in the middle of the empty street, surrounded by hundreds of demons of all kinds. A few drops of rain fell from the sky, but appeared barely unnoticeable as of yet.
Lilah grabbed the book and looked at the future Groosalug.
"Let's get this thing going." She spoke up. "I start the chant, you bring the kid, so we can get this thing over with." She muttered turning the pages of the book.
"Over my dead body." Angel's voice rang into the night, very much aware of the irony of his words.
"That could be arranged…"
Lilah and her army turned to face the intruder, and the female lawyer immediately gasped at what she saw in front of her.
"What the hell…" she let escape under her breath, as her army of demons took a step forward, menacingly.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue...
Author: Andrea, denis.hebert5@sympatico.ca
Note: Sorry it took so long. I've been so terribly sick (and still am) but I wanted to post more today. So bare with me...this chapter was written under heavy medication and fever, as well as annoying lack of sleep :lol So if some parts don't come across coherently, just remember they made sense in my head :lol Blame it on the doctors and all their prescriptions...LOL
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The moonlight cast waltzing shadows across their naked, intertwined bodies. Muffling their heavy breathing, their lips explored each other in the heat of the night. Her hands traveled with a sensual intensity across his bare back, making their way up, brushing over his tattoo before nesting in his wet hair. The small touch of her hands sent chills through his entire body. The feel of her skin against his made him come alive, elbowing any rational thought regarding how they'd gotten into that position in the first place out of the way. His tongue sought hers feverishly as their sweaty bodies clung fearlessly to one another. He felt the soft smile creep up on her lips and her breath on his face in between long, passionate kisses.
For a split second, everything became dark…and then the images reappeared. Cordelia dug her fingers into Angel's messy hair as they moved slowly under the sheets.
The intense kissing continued until everything became dark again.
Angel stirred on the bed before sleepily opening his eyes. He took a deep, unnecessary breath, probably out of habit, and realized where he was: on Cordelia's bed, completely dressed, his left arm still around her as she slept. He closed his eyes for a moment; trying to chase away the dream he'd been having only moments before. The images had been so vivid. The feelings so intense.
The touches….so real. Like a memory he never experienced. A memory he never lived.
A memory from the future.
Carefully, Angel took his arm away from Cordelia and sat up on the side of the bed. He noticed Cordelia's hand gently resting on Connor's stomach in their sleep and he smiled to himself. He listened carefully and did not hear a sound coming from the living room. Curious, he got up and walked around the apartment, finding everyone still asleep, clutching weapons, in their respective nests. All except one.
Angel noticed that Alessia was missing from the scene. He walked towards the couch, carefully avoiding the early rays of sunlight, and through the window, he caught a glimpse of the girl outside.
Outside, Angel silently stayed in the shadows behind Alessia, watching her as she stood in the sunrise and admired the view. The separation between father and daughter was unmistakable. He his in the shadow of the tall building, silently, while she stood, arms crossed, breathing in the early sun. Slowly, Angel reached out a hand and carefully stuck it into the light. The pain was immediate, though, whether it stemmed from the burning feeling on his hand or the deep realization in his heart remained uncertain. He then quickly pulled his hand back.
In that instant, this all became clear to Angel. In that instant, he understood. In that instant, she represented everything untouchable, unattainable to him. She represented a dream – his dream. She represented all the things that he wasn't. How could this girl be his? Her, in the sun; him, in the dark. A step behind. As always. But she also embodied the one thing he never thought he had – a future. A future in which he could step out of the shadows. A future in which the demarcation between the two of them wasn't so obvious.
His daughter.
"You were smiling in your sleep, you know." Alessia spoke up without even turning around to face him, and a grin appeared on her face.
Angel was a bit surprised at how easily she sensed him, and mostly at how easily she just knew it was him standing behind her.
"I'd like to tell you something witty, like, 'It's all that demonic blood running through my veins', but I'm afraid it's much simpler and boring than that. I just…"
"Saw me come out?" he asked, a bit amused.
"Yeah." She smiled, finally turning around. "You almost told her, didn't you?" she then softly asked before lowering her eyes.
"She stopped me." He said, almost regretfully.
"I know."
"She's afraid to know…and I can't really blame her…" he admitted.
Alessia smiled to herself, looked away and back at the beautiful sky.
"When she's supposed to know – when she's ready to know – she'll know." She kindly offered.
In that moment, Angel noticed the sad irony of the situation here. The truth is, he never really watched the sunrise anymore. Even from the shadows. Too tempting. He could do it, but he chooses not to. Except for now.
And there stood a girl who embodied the promise of hundreds of sunrises to come for him. This was just one of the firsts. His first in years, even if he couldn't feel it. And while it should rejoice him, it also sadden him, for while it was his first, it would be her last.
This was the third day, whatever that meant. The day.
"I need to tell you something." She spoke, not able to look at him right away. "It may sound strange to you. It may not even make sense to you…but I need to say it. I'm sorry." She whispered, but he still heard her from a distance.
"Why?"
"One of the last things you ever said to me was 'Please don't forget me', and I didn't. I haven't! …But sometimes, I'd close my eyes, and I couldn't see it." She paused and then faced him. "I had trouble remembering your smile…or that curve in your brow when mom made you laugh. And I didn't realize it until I came here and saw you again…that I had begun to forget. Even if I never meant to." They both paused and a soft smile spread across Ally's lips. "I guess it's not 'I'm sorry' that I'm trying to say, it's 'Thank you'. For reminding me." Her smile grew bigger and brighter, just like her mother's, and Angel found himself returning the lovely gesture from his spot in the shadow.
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Cordelia stood near the counter in the kitchen, holding up a cup of coffee to her lips, when she heard the sound of the front door. She turned around just in time to see Angel walk into the kitchen, alone. Their eyes met and after a split-second of awkwardness, a secret smile appeared on their faces.
For a moment there, Angel had to swallow back the emotions of that dream, as they flowed through him again. Was it a dream? The reality of it still felt so vivid…he could still taste her lips, fell her hands…Angel shook his head, walking into the room.
"Where's Alessia?" she asked while Fred sat at the table with Connor in her arms.
"Bathroom." He simply noted, pointing at the closed bathroom door.
Cordelia nodded nonchalantly, paused, and then froze as if horrified by some peculiar thought only Cordelia Chase knew how to conjure. She looked up at the ceiling with a frown that confused both Angel and Fred.
"Dennis?!!" she called out, her frown growing even more threatening. "Dennis!! Get your translucent butt in here!" she ordered just before she saw an object on the counter move by itself. Cordy sighed in relief. "Good. I catch you anywhere near that bathroom – or a loofah – and you will be one deader than usual ghost, let me tell you…" she muttered, sitting down at the table and meeting Angel and Fred's worried glances.
A slightly confused Angel decided to just humor her.
"And we all know if anyone can pull that off, it's you." He smiled.
"You betcha." She grinned back.
At that particular moment, Gunn, Wesley, Lorne and Alessia walked into the kitchen, ready for whatever was going to be thrown their way. The night before, they had settled on a plan B: a much more dangerous, but probably wiser plan than running away.
"Just for the sake of democracy here, I don't like this plan any more than the first one." Lorne pitched in, sitting down at the table.
"Lorne!!!" everyone gritted at once.
In the meantime, Alessia just smiled and hopped on the counter, as if she'd done it all her life, and let her legs dangle in the air. Just then, she noticed an apple floating in the air and smiled wholeheartedly.
"Hey Dennis!" she cheerfully exclaimed as she caught the apple that was tossed her way.
Cordelia frowned and muttered something about The Exorcist and Madonna in the same sentence, which seemed to get a reaction from the ghost as he obviously left the room.
"Man, we can't pull this off." Gunn worriedly spoke. "We'll need back up. Lots of it."
Angel and Cordy looked at one another and the seer shook her head and sighed.
"Well…" she unenthusiastically began. "You know…we could…you know…Sunnyhell." She finally said, pointedly.
"No." the determined voice came from Skip, who stood in the doorway.
"Why not?" Wesley asked, his heart clearly not into the whole Scooby Gang idea either, but still…
"They would need explanations. They would need answers we cannot give them. They would need the truth and I really don't think it's wise to reveal too much of a future that may still happen. God knows you two know way more than you should already…" he mumbled as he addressed that last part at Cordy and Angel.
"Well, fine." Gunn said. "Someone's always ready to call them when there's trouble anyway. What's so special about that Buffy chick anyway, huh?" he yawned.
Angel and Cordy caught the tiny, amused grin on Alessia's face as she played with her apple. There was definitely a story there…one they knew Alessia probably wouldn't tell, but it still intrigued them.
"Well, it's too bad. I kind of looked forward to seeing Xander." Alessia smiled, a dreamy smile that made Cordelia look confused.
"Oh please!" Skip rolled his eyes.
"What? I have an invested interest in his future." She teased.
"Yeah…more like your hormones have interest in his offspring…" he threw back at her with another eye-rolling face.
"What?!" angel and Cordelia both exclaimed, looking at Alessia, who quickly took a big bite of her apple and grinned.
A certain desire to kill both Dennis and Xander overcame Cordelia.
"Oh my god…if I hear any more I think I'll turn into a homicidal killer…" she sighed to herself, making a tiny disgusted face.
"Oh please." Skip said again with an exasperated sigh. "It's like a curse. It's the dork factor! Like mother, like daughter." He told a horrified Cordelia and a slightly embarrassed Angel.
Alessia had trouble repressing her laughter when everyone turned to look at her, so she just went in for another huge bite in her apple. She looked down at the apple and all of a sudden wanted to burst into laughter. Could she hit them with a metaphor more obvious than that one?
"So…still worried about the curse nowadays, huh?" she asked, her mouth full as she looked at a stunned and speechless Angel.
"Wow, you have to admire the Cordy-ness in that subject changer…" Fred whispered to herself.
"Alessia…" Skip tried to interject calmly, but Angel answered in a louder tone.
"Not exactly a cure for that…" his voice was a bit regretful actually.
"Well, you know…you should definitely look into that." She said with a raised eyebrow that seemed to convey more than she should. "You never know…"
"Alessia." Skip stopped her.
"What?" she innocently responded, staring at the demon. "I'm just trying to save some unnecessary groveling here…" The look Skip gave her made her shrug. "Alright, so this plan again?" she changed the subject.
"Uhh…Can we go back to that curse thingy for a sec?" Cordy innocently tried to plead but Skip didn't listen to a word she said.
"So about the plan…" Gunn pressed, not really wanting to discuss Angel's possible sex life at breakfast time.
Cordy shot Angel a little girlish, embarrassed look that made him smile softly. They had to think of the plan. Of course…the plan. Whatever Alessia had implied would have to wait. Yet, they were still looking at one another…until Skip's voice broke them out of their gaze.
"Right. This will take place by the park three blocks away from here, at midnight. This will be your only chance to stop this, otherwise, we'll be majorly screwed." Skip said as everyone stared at him.
"Gee, thank you. Because we all know we needed all that added pressure here sweetie…" Lorne mumbled from his seat.
"But, Gunn's right, we'll need back up." Angel agreed.
"Something a la Sunnydale graduation day?" Cordy asked and he nodded softly. "Man, I knew not mingling with my stupid neighbors would come and bite me in the ass one of those days. Now we have, like, zero friends, and we're supposed to find this back up army where exactly?" she asked, giving everyone a glimpse of the good old Cordy.
Everyone pondered her words for a minute until Alessia broke the silence.
"The list." She said, attracting all kinds of questioning look. "You guys have a list of all your clients, right? I mean, one that hasn't exploded?"
"Yeah…I have a copy here…????" Cordy answered, still waiting for an explanation.
"Well, you may not have legions of friends, but you've got hundreds of people who owe you their lives…" she didn't need to say more, they all nodded in agreement.
"Gunn?" Angel spoke up.
"I'm on it." Gunn replied as he and Fred walked out of the kitchen.
"What about the weapons?" Wesley asked.
"Let me take care of that." Angel assured him and Cordelia and Alessia nodded, agreeing to help him with that.
"Lorne, you know what you have to do, right?" Cordy asked as a reminder.
"Yep, princess. I got Connor's back." He said, holding the child now.
They all began to head out, except for Alessia, who stood in the middle of the empty kitchen. She looked around for a bit and sighed. Cordy came back in and watched her for a moment. The girl seemed lost in a maze of memories, good ones and bad ones, as her eyes traveled through the apartment.
"Are you coming?" Cordy finally asked when Alessia noticed her.
Ally took the small picture she always carried out of her pockets and placed it on the counter, carefully, before turning back to Cordelia.
"Yeah." She smiled and followed her out of the room, but not before one last look at the familiar kitchen.
One last look.
This was it. Probably the biggest battle of their lives…and if they only knew what would come after. Alessia knew telling them was wrong. So she just gave the place one last look, knowing she'd probably never set foot in here again, and breathed in all its stories.
One last look.
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That night, 11:34 pm
Lilah and everyone from Wolfram and Hart – including an aging Groo from the future – stood in the middle of the empty street, surrounded by hundreds of demons of all kinds. A few drops of rain fell from the sky, but appeared barely unnoticeable as of yet.
Lilah grabbed the book and looked at the future Groosalug.
"Let's get this thing going." She spoke up. "I start the chant, you bring the kid, so we can get this thing over with." She muttered turning the pages of the book.
"Over my dead body." Angel's voice rang into the night, very much aware of the irony of his words.
"That could be arranged…"
Lilah and her army turned to face the intruder, and the female lawyer immediately gasped at what she saw in front of her.
"What the hell…" she let escape under her breath, as her army of demons took a step forward, menacingly.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue...
Author: Andrea, denis.hebert5@sympatico.ca
Note: Sorry it took so long. I've been so terribly sick (and still am) but I wanted to post more today. So bare with me...this chapter was written under heavy medication and fever, as well as annoying lack of sleep :lol So if some parts don't come across coherently, just remember they made sense in my head :lol Blame it on the doctors and all their prescriptions...LOL
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