4/The Part With No Name
And after a long, long break, I've finally got my muse back. Once I got it
back, I decided to continue this and put Sun & Shadow on hiatus for a little
while.
I know it's not the best, but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Let
me know what you think!
Thank you, everyone.
~*~ 4/The Part With No Name ~*~
He stood atop the Sunnydale High School building, watching the students
rush out of the imprisonment. He was watching for a certain group, a
group of seven--a platinum blond, a honey blond, three darker-haired
ones, a redhead, and a brown-haired one--and would track them
wherever they went this afternoon, as he had done since he had finally
broken free of his own prison. Trusty minions, that's what he had. He had
dependable minions, even if one was slightly less than sane.
"The plan's been set into motion, boss," one of his minions told him. His
most-trusted minion.
He nodded. "Good. Get back to the hideout, train some more of our
'resistance effort'."
"Yes, boss," his second-in-command turned tail and left as the group came
into his view.
"Yes. Wonderful."
And he started tracking them.
***
"So the old git goes, 'Papers, William? What papers?'" Spike said and burst
into uproarious laughter with the rest of his group. Buffy had her hand
threaded through his, Cordelia and Xander had theirs threaded together
and so did Willow and Oz, and Faith felt somewhat of a third wheel.
"That was great, dude," Faith flashed a smile at Spike. He returned it,
and Buffy tightened her grip on his hand.
"Ow," Spike removed his hand and shook it out, instead laying his arm
over her shoulders. "But yeah. The wankers I knew in England..." he
shook his head and chuckled a little. "I could tell you so many stories."
Suddenly, Oz halted. He frowned.
"Oz?" Willow asked, frowning.
"I have the strangest feeling...that we're being followed..." Oz looked
around him cautiously, his eyes narrowed and fixed to almost each
person that passed their large group.
"We're not being followed," Xander said callously, shrugging it off.
"Who would want to follow us?"
An eerie silence fell upon the group like a bomb explosion. They
each eyed each other, except for Faith.
"Who? Who would want to follow us?" Faith asked eagerly.
An old Chevrolet convertible pulled up to the curb then. "Faith,
hey."
Cordelia took that moment to scream and faint in Xander's arms.
"You!" Spike accused, stepping in front of Buffy protectively. She
peered around his arm at who appeared to be Liam.
"What are you doing here?!" Willow demanded, feeling anger
bubble up inside of her.
"You guys, chill! It's okay! This is the dude I was telling you
about," Faith did an odd handshake thing with the Liam lookalike.
"This is Angel. Angel, this is the gang--Spike, Buffy, Cordelia,
Xander, Willow, Oz."
"Hello," Angel said as congenially as possible. He felt an awful
vibe coming from the group. For the life of him, Angel couldn't
figure out why these few high schoolers hated him. He didn't
know any of them...but one of their name's sounded familiar.
"You said your name was Buffy?" he peered at the blond girl
looking around her boyfriend's shoulder.
"She didn't say her name was anything," Spike growled.
Buffy just stared at him.
"Yeah, that's B," Faith nodded. "Why, you know her, Angel?"
"My brother dated her," Angel frowned. Now it all clicked. He
figured out why they hated him so much. "But...Liam's been
locked away. I'm his twin brother--Angel. Surely he told you
about me?"
Buffy continued to stare blankly at him.
"She called your 'brother' by your name, you bloody bint,"
Spike glared, standing his ground firmly in front of Buffy.
"Oh," Angel looked down. "Well...I just came to pick up Faith..."
"Who is, gladly, going because she feels like a...seventh wheel,"
Faith grinned. "C'mon, Angel, let's vamoose."
"Vamoosing," Angel agreed, reaching to open the passenger
door as Faith jumped inside. "Hey, this is a classic!" he sat
down in the driver's seat and left the six with his passenger.
"A sudden twin brother?" Xander asked suspiciously, juggling
Cordelia in his arms. "Something does not bode well with this."
"It's downright fishy," Willow agreed. "Twin brother my ass."
"Whoa," Oz blinked at Willow. "That's the first time I've heard
you swear."
"Not really," Willow patted her boyfriend's arm. "But...you
guys...what if Faith...?"
Silence encased the cluster of six, eerily haunting as the rest
of the students loitering around had left shortly after Angel
and Faith. Cordelia groaned and began to wake up, thrashing
in Xander's arms.
"Cordy, Cordy shhhh, it's me," Xander set her on her feet,
supporting her with one arm and smoothing her hair down.
"Oh, oh god," Cordelia panted, white as a sheet. She threw
her arms around Xander, who held her tightly. "What happened?
The last thing I remember if seeing that horrible Liam's face..."
"Faith's conspiring with him," Oz said. "Supposedly he's a guy
named Angel and is Liam's twin brother."
Cordelia frowned and snuggled against Xander, sighing. "This
is ridiculous. Why the hell is he back? How the hell did he get
back?"
***
"Good question indeed, Miss Chase," He muttered from his
hiding place. "How *did* Angel get here? Why did Angel get
here? To plot my demise? According to him, my justice has
been served..."
Suddenly, He gasped, and began to laugh. "Oh dear. Angel,
it looks as if you'll serve for more than one purpose!" He
laughed some more. "Oh yes. You'll serve more than one
purpose indeed. Whoever knew you'd give one last shot at
the evil side?"
***
"So where are we going, Angel-cakes?" Faith asked curiously,
glancing at the driver of the car and then allowing her hair to
blow back in the wind.
"I'm not sure. Thought maybe you'd want to get a bite to eat,
then make we could catch a movie or something," Angel
answered, changing lanes as he said so.
"DoubleMeat Special and a flick? I'm there, as long as I get
some Mike & Ikes. I can't survive the movies without Mike
& Ikes," Faith announced as they pulled into the DoubleMeat
Palace parking lot.
"Good," Angel got out of his car and locked his door, waiting for
Faith to get out and grabbing the filched CD out of her pocket,
slipping it back into the glove compartment, and locking the car.
He led her into the DoubleMeat Palace and ordered for both of
them. "So...what grade are you in?"
"I'm eighteen, and in the twelfth grade," Faith answered, sipping
on a Coke. "What about you?"
"Twenty-something," Angel said elusively.
"That's not fair, you can't cop out on me like that," Faith pouted
at him.
"Just did," Angel grinned at her.
"Two DoubleMeat Specials and a cherry pie and a Sprite!" called
the worker behind the counter, and Angel jumped up, retrieving
their food.
"I just had a brilliant idea," Faith announced, grabbing her Double-
Meat burger sandwich thing.
"What's that?" Angel had already started eating.
Faith stared at him. "That's so nasty."
Angel shrugged. "What's your idea?"
"Why don't we catch a flick at *your* house?" Faith suggested.
"Because Angel doesn't have a house. He has a hotel room,"
he answered.
"So? We can order Pay-Per-View, my treat, I'm rich," Faith replied.
"You're rich and stealing CDs out of my glove compartment?" Angel
raised an eyebrow, already half finished with his sandwich.
"What can I say, it's a hobby," she shrugged. "It's all five-by-five."
"I don't know, I'll think about it," Angel took a rather large bite of
his sandwich.
"I think I've suddenly lost my appetite," Faith said, setting down her
sandwich. "This stuff smells like cat piss anyway."
"Don't diss the DoubleMeat," Angel stuck out his tongue.
"What? It does! It smells like cat piss!" she insisted.
"No. Apologize to the DoubleMeat, you hurt his feelings," Angel pointed
to the burger sandwich.
"I'm not going to apologize to a burger," she groaned.
"You hurt his feelings! Help him fulfill his destiny by eating him!" he
said, imitating an evangelist. "Repent your sins and help a fellow out!"
People were now beginning to stare at them. "All right, all right," Faith
folded. She looked at the DoubleMeat sandwich and said, "I'm sorry. I'll
help fulfill your DoubleMeat Destiny."
"Was that so hard?" Angel grinned as Faith began to eat the sandwich.
"It was embarrassing," she laughed, once her mouth was clear of debris.
After they finished eating, they hopped back into Angel's car. However,
once they hit the road, Angel took them towards the movie theatre.
Faith shrugged it off as they entered the theatre, wordlessly took her
Mike & Ikes, and sat down in the back row with him.
'What a week...'
***
"Just you wait, Sunnydale. Just you wait. You haven't seen the last of me."
And after a long, long break, I've finally got my muse back. Once I got it
back, I decided to continue this and put Sun & Shadow on hiatus for a little
while.
I know it's not the best, but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Let
me know what you think!
Thank you, everyone.
~*~ 4/The Part With No Name ~*~
He stood atop the Sunnydale High School building, watching the students
rush out of the imprisonment. He was watching for a certain group, a
group of seven--a platinum blond, a honey blond, three darker-haired
ones, a redhead, and a brown-haired one--and would track them
wherever they went this afternoon, as he had done since he had finally
broken free of his own prison. Trusty minions, that's what he had. He had
dependable minions, even if one was slightly less than sane.
"The plan's been set into motion, boss," one of his minions told him. His
most-trusted minion.
He nodded. "Good. Get back to the hideout, train some more of our
'resistance effort'."
"Yes, boss," his second-in-command turned tail and left as the group came
into his view.
"Yes. Wonderful."
And he started tracking them.
***
"So the old git goes, 'Papers, William? What papers?'" Spike said and burst
into uproarious laughter with the rest of his group. Buffy had her hand
threaded through his, Cordelia and Xander had theirs threaded together
and so did Willow and Oz, and Faith felt somewhat of a third wheel.
"That was great, dude," Faith flashed a smile at Spike. He returned it,
and Buffy tightened her grip on his hand.
"Ow," Spike removed his hand and shook it out, instead laying his arm
over her shoulders. "But yeah. The wankers I knew in England..." he
shook his head and chuckled a little. "I could tell you so many stories."
Suddenly, Oz halted. He frowned.
"Oz?" Willow asked, frowning.
"I have the strangest feeling...that we're being followed..." Oz looked
around him cautiously, his eyes narrowed and fixed to almost each
person that passed their large group.
"We're not being followed," Xander said callously, shrugging it off.
"Who would want to follow us?"
An eerie silence fell upon the group like a bomb explosion. They
each eyed each other, except for Faith.
"Who? Who would want to follow us?" Faith asked eagerly.
An old Chevrolet convertible pulled up to the curb then. "Faith,
hey."
Cordelia took that moment to scream and faint in Xander's arms.
"You!" Spike accused, stepping in front of Buffy protectively. She
peered around his arm at who appeared to be Liam.
"What are you doing here?!" Willow demanded, feeling anger
bubble up inside of her.
"You guys, chill! It's okay! This is the dude I was telling you
about," Faith did an odd handshake thing with the Liam lookalike.
"This is Angel. Angel, this is the gang--Spike, Buffy, Cordelia,
Xander, Willow, Oz."
"Hello," Angel said as congenially as possible. He felt an awful
vibe coming from the group. For the life of him, Angel couldn't
figure out why these few high schoolers hated him. He didn't
know any of them...but one of their name's sounded familiar.
"You said your name was Buffy?" he peered at the blond girl
looking around her boyfriend's shoulder.
"She didn't say her name was anything," Spike growled.
Buffy just stared at him.
"Yeah, that's B," Faith nodded. "Why, you know her, Angel?"
"My brother dated her," Angel frowned. Now it all clicked. He
figured out why they hated him so much. "But...Liam's been
locked away. I'm his twin brother--Angel. Surely he told you
about me?"
Buffy continued to stare blankly at him.
"She called your 'brother' by your name, you bloody bint,"
Spike glared, standing his ground firmly in front of Buffy.
"Oh," Angel looked down. "Well...I just came to pick up Faith..."
"Who is, gladly, going because she feels like a...seventh wheel,"
Faith grinned. "C'mon, Angel, let's vamoose."
"Vamoosing," Angel agreed, reaching to open the passenger
door as Faith jumped inside. "Hey, this is a classic!" he sat
down in the driver's seat and left the six with his passenger.
"A sudden twin brother?" Xander asked suspiciously, juggling
Cordelia in his arms. "Something does not bode well with this."
"It's downright fishy," Willow agreed. "Twin brother my ass."
"Whoa," Oz blinked at Willow. "That's the first time I've heard
you swear."
"Not really," Willow patted her boyfriend's arm. "But...you
guys...what if Faith...?"
Silence encased the cluster of six, eerily haunting as the rest
of the students loitering around had left shortly after Angel
and Faith. Cordelia groaned and began to wake up, thrashing
in Xander's arms.
"Cordy, Cordy shhhh, it's me," Xander set her on her feet,
supporting her with one arm and smoothing her hair down.
"Oh, oh god," Cordelia panted, white as a sheet. She threw
her arms around Xander, who held her tightly. "What happened?
The last thing I remember if seeing that horrible Liam's face..."
"Faith's conspiring with him," Oz said. "Supposedly he's a guy
named Angel and is Liam's twin brother."
Cordelia frowned and snuggled against Xander, sighing. "This
is ridiculous. Why the hell is he back? How the hell did he get
back?"
***
"Good question indeed, Miss Chase," He muttered from his
hiding place. "How *did* Angel get here? Why did Angel get
here? To plot my demise? According to him, my justice has
been served..."
Suddenly, He gasped, and began to laugh. "Oh dear. Angel,
it looks as if you'll serve for more than one purpose!" He
laughed some more. "Oh yes. You'll serve more than one
purpose indeed. Whoever knew you'd give one last shot at
the evil side?"
***
"So where are we going, Angel-cakes?" Faith asked curiously,
glancing at the driver of the car and then allowing her hair to
blow back in the wind.
"I'm not sure. Thought maybe you'd want to get a bite to eat,
then make we could catch a movie or something," Angel
answered, changing lanes as he said so.
"DoubleMeat Special and a flick? I'm there, as long as I get
some Mike & Ikes. I can't survive the movies without Mike
& Ikes," Faith announced as they pulled into the DoubleMeat
Palace parking lot.
"Good," Angel got out of his car and locked his door, waiting for
Faith to get out and grabbing the filched CD out of her pocket,
slipping it back into the glove compartment, and locking the car.
He led her into the DoubleMeat Palace and ordered for both of
them. "So...what grade are you in?"
"I'm eighteen, and in the twelfth grade," Faith answered, sipping
on a Coke. "What about you?"
"Twenty-something," Angel said elusively.
"That's not fair, you can't cop out on me like that," Faith pouted
at him.
"Just did," Angel grinned at her.
"Two DoubleMeat Specials and a cherry pie and a Sprite!" called
the worker behind the counter, and Angel jumped up, retrieving
their food.
"I just had a brilliant idea," Faith announced, grabbing her Double-
Meat burger sandwich thing.
"What's that?" Angel had already started eating.
Faith stared at him. "That's so nasty."
Angel shrugged. "What's your idea?"
"Why don't we catch a flick at *your* house?" Faith suggested.
"Because Angel doesn't have a house. He has a hotel room,"
he answered.
"So? We can order Pay-Per-View, my treat, I'm rich," Faith replied.
"You're rich and stealing CDs out of my glove compartment?" Angel
raised an eyebrow, already half finished with his sandwich.
"What can I say, it's a hobby," she shrugged. "It's all five-by-five."
"I don't know, I'll think about it," Angel took a rather large bite of
his sandwich.
"I think I've suddenly lost my appetite," Faith said, setting down her
sandwich. "This stuff smells like cat piss anyway."
"Don't diss the DoubleMeat," Angel stuck out his tongue.
"What? It does! It smells like cat piss!" she insisted.
"No. Apologize to the DoubleMeat, you hurt his feelings," Angel pointed
to the burger sandwich.
"I'm not going to apologize to a burger," she groaned.
"You hurt his feelings! Help him fulfill his destiny by eating him!" he
said, imitating an evangelist. "Repent your sins and help a fellow out!"
People were now beginning to stare at them. "All right, all right," Faith
folded. She looked at the DoubleMeat sandwich and said, "I'm sorry. I'll
help fulfill your DoubleMeat Destiny."
"Was that so hard?" Angel grinned as Faith began to eat the sandwich.
"It was embarrassing," she laughed, once her mouth was clear of debris.
After they finished eating, they hopped back into Angel's car. However,
once they hit the road, Angel took them towards the movie theatre.
Faith shrugged it off as they entered the theatre, wordlessly took her
Mike & Ikes, and sat down in the back row with him.
'What a week...'
***
"Just you wait, Sunnydale. Just you wait. You haven't seen the last of me."