A/N: I don't own the characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel.
They belong to Joss Whedon. I don't own anything from Jeepers Creepers or
Jeepers Creepers 2: Like a Bat Out of Hell, Victor Salva does. I do however
own Danielle, she's mine. You take her or my story-line I will curse MANY
Creepers and Riley Finn's on you!
*Los Angeles,California*
"Wesley! Wesley! Where are you" Cordelia asks, frantically looking around.
"Back here", the British man calls out, popping up from behind his desk. "What is it Cordelia" he asks.
"I need you to do a spell" she replies in a half commanding-half asking tone.
"You know I—." he starts.
"Not for me! For a friend of mine. She's in trouble. I need you to do a protection spell. This is a life or death situation Wes. I otherwise wouldn't have asked you and you know this" she says, pleadingly.
"Who is it for" he asks.
"An old friend of mine named Danielle" she states.
"How is she in trouble" he asks curiously.
"It's actually herself, this guy Darry, and like 2 other people. They are going to be stalked by this half bat/half human creature. I saw a glimpse of what could happen if we don't save them. It will take his eyes, the black woman's brain, the other girl—who seems to be Darry's sister's lungs, one of Dani's friend's heart, and her vocal chords, strength, and her basic life force" she says, her voice showing she has become a bit afraid for her friend.
"I think yourself and Angel should go and see if you can do something while I stay here with Fred and Gunn and we'll do the spell" he says, trying to get her to calm herself.
"You mean it? You'll do the spell for her? Also, if we don't stop this, this thing will have her strength and life force making it almost unstoppable and it will kill and feed forever" she says warningly.
"What is this friend of yours then" Angel asks, wanting to know what is so damned important about Cordelia's friend's strength and life force.
"She's the new slayer" she replies, her eyes going from both Angel and to Wes and back again.
"T-the Slayer? You mean…Faith..she's…dead" Angel asks, not wanting to hear himself say those last 3 words.
"Yeah, she died a couple of days ago. A policeman thought she was up to something and beat her up pretty badly. She bled to death. I'm sorry" she replies, not looking at Angel as she said this, knowing Angel felt *something* for Faith.
"Oh, w-when should we leave to find your friend", Angel asks, abruptly changing the subject, the pain of hearing about Faith's demise in jail evident in the great brown pools of his eyes and how he suddenly started to slump. He was going into brood mode.
"Uh, I guess we should leave now. It's still dark and we can get a few hours in before the sun comes up because obviously I can't drive the AngelMobile because of the blacked out windows", Cordelia replies.
"Then come on. Where is it that we have to go to", he asks quizzically.
"I'll tell you in the car" she says while Angel grabbed his keys and she grabbed his other hand going out the door, after saying bye to Wesley, Fred, and Gunn.
*Los Angeles,California*
"Wesley! Wesley! Where are you" Cordelia asks, frantically looking around.
"Back here", the British man calls out, popping up from behind his desk. "What is it Cordelia" he asks.
"I need you to do a spell" she replies in a half commanding-half asking tone.
"You know I—." he starts.
"Not for me! For a friend of mine. She's in trouble. I need you to do a protection spell. This is a life or death situation Wes. I otherwise wouldn't have asked you and you know this" she says, pleadingly.
"Who is it for" he asks.
"An old friend of mine named Danielle" she states.
"How is she in trouble" he asks curiously.
"It's actually herself, this guy Darry, and like 2 other people. They are going to be stalked by this half bat/half human creature. I saw a glimpse of what could happen if we don't save them. It will take his eyes, the black woman's brain, the other girl—who seems to be Darry's sister's lungs, one of Dani's friend's heart, and her vocal chords, strength, and her basic life force" she says, her voice showing she has become a bit afraid for her friend.
"I think yourself and Angel should go and see if you can do something while I stay here with Fred and Gunn and we'll do the spell" he says, trying to get her to calm herself.
"You mean it? You'll do the spell for her? Also, if we don't stop this, this thing will have her strength and life force making it almost unstoppable and it will kill and feed forever" she says warningly.
"What is this friend of yours then" Angel asks, wanting to know what is so damned important about Cordelia's friend's strength and life force.
"She's the new slayer" she replies, her eyes going from both Angel and to Wes and back again.
"T-the Slayer? You mean…Faith..she's…dead" Angel asks, not wanting to hear himself say those last 3 words.
"Yeah, she died a couple of days ago. A policeman thought she was up to something and beat her up pretty badly. She bled to death. I'm sorry" she replies, not looking at Angel as she said this, knowing Angel felt *something* for Faith.
"Oh, w-when should we leave to find your friend", Angel asks, abruptly changing the subject, the pain of hearing about Faith's demise in jail evident in the great brown pools of his eyes and how he suddenly started to slump. He was going into brood mode.
"Uh, I guess we should leave now. It's still dark and we can get a few hours in before the sun comes up because obviously I can't drive the AngelMobile because of the blacked out windows", Cordelia replies.
"Then come on. Where is it that we have to go to", he asks quizzically.
"I'll tell you in the car" she says while Angel grabbed his keys and she grabbed his other hand going out the door, after saying bye to Wesley, Fred, and Gunn.