A/N- thanks for the instant reviews! Man, I really love you guys! I'm all
on a buzz 'cos AtS is BACK! I can *FINALLY* drool over him again. Lol. Lets
just hope it doesn't throw me off track, fic wise. ^_^ Oh… Someone asked
whether Btvs stayed on the same network over here. The answer: yeah…it did.
There's really only 3 main networks/channels that most people I know focus
on (unless we got cable) and it's always been on the same one. But they put
it on too late if you ask me. (*Hint hint* to anyone that does the
programming at Ch. 7 here in Oz!) But that doesn't stop me or anyone
else…it only gets us *really* pissed off at having to wait so goddamn long
to see it…(another *major hint* to all Ch. 7 ppl)…*sigh* I'm getting all
day-dreamy over a certain vampire at the moment… and then there's Gunn and
Wes (who I find ultimately adorable in his own little way) and Spike
(oh…yum…) and…I'm really getting greedy, hey? Not to mention letting my
hormones or whatever run rampant…lol… I should quit while I'm ahead.
Anyhows…On to the fic, yes? PS- I *have* mentioned that this is AU haven't
I…?
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A cold hand caresses my face. I mumble and roll over, opening my eyes as I do so. Two icy evil eyes stare back at me. I want to scream, but I find that my voice has run away. I guess you can say that my 'get up and go' just got up and went. Before I can think rationally, I've whipped my leg out from under the blankets and kicked Damien straight in the jaw. Somehow, I doubt that that was a smart move.
"Now, now lover…that wasn't very nice." He snarls, flicking his chilling gaze back at me.
I've regained my composure and ability to speak, so as I back away and slide off the other side of the bed, I glue my eyes to his and try to think of something witty to say. Screw witty. I'm just gonna talk and hope I sound confident enough to kick his ass. "How many times do you need to be told that I am *not* your lover. Eeeewww… just look at your clothes for one thing…. Can you say '1991'?"
He glares at me in contempt and raises his hands.
"Uh…before you thwack me into the wall again…I just gotta say… That's just not fair! I broke that hand and you went and-"
Crash! (That's me flying into the wall behind me again.) The room starts to spin and I'm plagued with all these nagging thoughts that I should *really* learn when to keep my mouth shut. Within a few seconds I'm being heaved off the ground via my throat. "Okay…" I splutter, "…Angel needs air…" He just scowls and thrusts me against the wall with all his strength, still not speaking again.
"Fine…that's the way you wanna play?" I manage to cough at him, right before planting my knee straight into his groin.
He doubles over in pain, momentarily losing his grip on my throat. I take advantage and struggle free from him completely, kicking his legs out from under him as I do so. Next I summon the vase on the bedside table to hover above him and let it drop onto his head with a hearty 'crack'. He looks up at me, almost wide-eyed, searching for an explanation towards my new 'abilities'. I smirk cruelly and bring my knee back towards his face. He tries to move his head, so I reach my hand out and pull at his hair, holding him in place as I kick the ever living daylights outta him. This is a great stress reliever, y'know.
Somewhere along the lines, he decides he's had enough and throws me over his head. Miraculously, I summersault in the air and land in a fighting stance, ready to take him on. He cocks his head to the side.
"How…?" He starts, totally bewildered.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, never letting my eyes leave his. "Like I said, I'm not the girl you think I am." I extend my hand and thrust him backwards with a tiny flick of my wrist. I'm nowhere near as powerful as him, and we both know it. Doesn't mean I won't try to use the same party tricks, though.
He stumbles a bit, before rushing forwards at me. Luckily, I'm getting used to this whole 'accessing my super reflexes' thing and jump out of the way, letting him skid to a stop before flying over the edge of the balcony. Damn! Here I was hoping I could see splattered bad guy on the pavement….
"Stop playing games, bitch. You know I'm going to kill you sooner or later. I'd like the sooner part myself, but…whatever works. However, I *am* getting rather impatient now…"
"*Again* with the clichéd lines! Joss or David or whoever else (1) is up there playing with you has *really* gotta get a life!" I throw back at him.
He stops for a second. "What the *hell* are you talking about?"
I roll my eyes in the classic 'as-if-you-wouldn't-know-'cos-everyone-else- does-You're soo-out-of-the-loop' kinda way and say, "Long story. You don't need to hear it."
He shrugs and takes up a fighting stance again. "Doesn't matter anyway. Either way you're dead."
I don't get a chance to pick on his choice of phrasing, because he's flying towards me again. Without thinking, I start hurtling towards him as well. We collide at the foot of the bed, a mass of kicking and punching. And then I lose my footing, only for a brief second, but that's all he needs.
Damien knocks me onto the bed and pins me down, muttering something in Latin or Gaelic. Then he removes his arms from mine, which were being held down above my head. I try to bring them back to my sides, but they won't budge.
"What did you do to me?" I hiss at him.
An evil totally male grin crawls across his face. "I wouldn't be worried about that." He says, straddling me and slowly sliding down to rest on my thighs. "Its what I'm *going* to do to you that you might like to focus on."
My eyes widen as I realise the meaning of his statement. "No! You sick bastard! Kill me if you must…but that's just…vile!"
The grin on his face widens and he starts to unbutton my satin pajama top. "See…Angelus isn't the only one who knows a good deal about torture…" He whispers. "I've already got you begging to die, but I haven't even started. I don't know why you're fighting this, really. You seemed to enjoy it last ti-"
"Stop It!" I bark at him, squirming even harder. "For the *LAST* time, I AM NOT THE GIRL YOU'RE AFTER! I'VE NEVER SLEPT WITH YOU!"
He laughs at my attempts to dislodge him and slowly places his hands inside my now open top, playing with the lace of my bra strap. "You have the same body as her…the same face…the same eyes…" He touches my cheek tentatively. "I find it very hard to believe that its not you."
His voice is so cold, so dark, so flat. Yet, in those last few seconds, his eyes lost a tiny bit of their harshness. Oh my God…I think I just found Damien's weakness…but how to play on it? There is *no* way I'm gonna let him go through with this, *that's* for sure.
I spit at him. (Oh, yeah…that's a great plan. Not. Infuriate him. That'll get you real far. Please note the sarcasm.) He sits up and wipes the saliva from his eyes. They're once again set to a very determined evil glare.
Why couldn't I have formulated a plan? Why do I have to go and do something ultimately stupid? I don't know. I'm an idiot. But at least he's not so focused on the sex thing now. I hope.
"Obviously you really aren't the girl I thought you were. And I thought Nic was stupid. You just take that to a whole new level." He slides down my legs a little further and starts to pull my boxers down. "No bother. This'll still be fun."
Okay…Plan B. I close my eyes and try to concentrate. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
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Angel's room. He's lying on his stomach on his bed. A tiny smile etched onto his lips as he dreams. The sheets are pale blue…I'm guessing that's Cordy's influence, Angel would probably prefer black…and are only halfway up, revealing his well-muscled upper body. He's sleeping soundly, looking lifeless due to lack of breath. He looks like…well… an angel. The tattoo on his shoulder blade standing out, telling a story of his shadowed past.
He opens his eyes looking extremely shocked when he finds me lying half dressed underneath him. I'm in the exact same pose as I was when Damien was undressing me to use as his sex toy. *Shudder*. My boxers are around my knees and Angels hands are on my hips. I'm *really* grateful that I pulled off the orby thing *before* Damien got to the underwear…
"Oh kay…" He says slowly "I think we need to talk about how you are and are *not* allowed to use those powers of yours."
"No…" I breathe at him, kinda wishing I could freeze things like that Piper chick on 'Charmed' at this particular moment. (To get out of this without further embarrassment of course…) "Damien's in my room and he kinda bound me to the bed with magick and started to…well…its obvious what he was starting to do…so I had to think fast and …hey…I can move now. Looks like my orbing trick disarmed his spell or whatever that was…" I take in our position and quickly roll him off, turning a bright shade off red at the same time. I jump out of his bed. "So now I'm gonna go kick his butt…" I look down and hurriedly pull my boxers up and button my shirt, the shade of my face deepening. "Okay…so *now* I can go kick his butt."
Angel's at my side as I rush back across the hall. "Do I *need* to ask *how* you got bound to the bed like that before or is it irrelevant?" He asks me, covering a wry grin.
I shoot him an unimpressed look. "Fighting. Lost footing. He tripped me and said something Latinish. Then I couldn't move. Hence the transportation to your room." I grin sheepishly. "Panicked."
I push the door to my room open and find Damien tearing the room apart. There are clothes, furniture and bed sheets scattered everywhere. It looks like a bomb has exploded.
"Looking for me?" I call.
He spins around abruptly. His eyes gleam furiously. "Where and when did you learn how to transport like that?" He hisses.
"Sorry. That's classified." I reply. "But I *can* tell you that I'm gonna kick your evil butt properly this time. And to ensure that I do," I gesture towards Angel, "I've brought a friend along. You don't mind do you? I figured that 'cos you like cheating oh so very much I'm allowed to bring in an all-powerful vampire as a weapon. Good?" When he doesn't reply, I smirk. "Thought so."
And then he lunges in for the attack. I easily drop to the floor and thrust him over my head when he reaches me, spinning back to face him and rising back into a fighting stance ready for his counter attack. He pulls himself off the floor with ease and, once again, raises his hands. I do the same thing and use my super human speed to my advantage, flicking my wrists before he even knows what's hit him. He stumbles into the hallway and hits the wall. He glances from left to right, summing up his options. Angel's already glowering down at him, 'game face' on. Damien raises his hands in self-defense, so Angel grabs hold of them, breaking every single bone within milliseconds, smiling contentedly at each tiny cracking noise. Damien screams out in pain, which only makes Angel's smile widen. I always used to love watching him let Angelus loose on the baddies on my two favourite TV shows.
I kinda always had a thing for Angelus. It was his sadistic and cruel persona. Always witty and out to torture. The way his eyes gleamed in pride after screwing around with a person was so intriguing. Not to mention the snappy way he dressed, playing on every gorgeous feature of his sexy, womanising body. He was evil and I loved it. The perfect bad guy… none can compare to Angelus. He was written and portrayed on screen so perfectly. You knew that he was going to be beaten sooner or later, but I couldn't help feeling for him at times. Sure he was a male chauvinistic prick, but I still loved the character. How could you not? Pure evil on Btvs (or even AtS) usually meant pure fun. Lotsa black humour along with lotsa drama and angst. And a cliffhanger that'd knock your socks off. That was the effect of Angelus. But, even I have to admit it's scarier in reality. Especially this up close and personal. But I know that Angel can control it after he's finished pulverising the bad guy.
Damien is still writhing around on the floor in pain. Angel takes a step back and composes himself, removing his 'squidgy' face (yes…that *is* what I call his mask of vampireness) and glares down at our resident evildoer.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions…and you're gonna answer, okay?" He growls. Damien rises to his feet and presses himself firmly against the wall, cowering in fear. It's a really pathetic site. Angel starts to get a little impatient when he doesn't receive an answer. "Well?"
After a second or so, Damien stands up straight and glares right back into Angel's eyes menacingly. "Screw. You."
The vampire's fist collides with Damien's cheekbone with a meaty 'crunch'. "Wrong answer."
Damien doesn't wince, or make any sound. He just glares. "I don't think so." He throws back, then makes a break for it, speeding down the hall and straight into the nursery.
I bolt after Damien with more speed than I ever thought possible, even by a vampire or speeding jet plane. I hear Connor's cries and try the doorknob. Locked from the inside. Panicking, I thrust my hands at the door and watch as it flies off its hinges. I throw myself at the evil psycho leaning over the crib and barrel him away as far as possible, before beating the crap out of him. I manage to knock him unconscious, but I don't stop punching for a while. Once I'm satisfied that he won't get up in a hurry, I rush to the crib and pick the baby up, nuzzling him under my chin protectively.
Then I realise that Angel's not with me. For the first time in…well…*ever* Angel didn't move to get the baddie. He didn't move period. Instead, when I peer down the hall, I find him numb with fear. His son's tiny life was in major danger, and I can't help thinking its because of me. But what scares me is that he *froze*. Didn't go after the bad-guy.
Angel *panicked*. I don't blame him, though. I mean, his only chance at having a child almost got killed. That would have been enough to make anyone go into a state of shock.
I walk over to him slowly. "Angel…I…" I don't know what to say. I'm feeling really weird at the moment…almost uncomfortable. Angel is standing in front of me, staring into nowhere and shaking uncontrollably. That is *soo* not the character I used to know or obsess over. But, like I said before, I don't blame him for reacting that way…or should I say: 'not reacting'. I'm still clutching Connor to my chest protectively. I open my mouth to speak again, but find that I still can't phrase anything together. So, I gently bring my hand up to the vampire's shoulder and let it rest there, offering a comfort and reassurance that I can't put into words.
He tenses at first and I feel the urge to pull my hand away, but I don't. Then after a couple of seconds he relaxes again, turning to face me and blinking away tears. "I almost lost him." The words tumble out of his mouth so fast and quietly that I almost miss it. If I didn't have the same sense of hearing as a vamp I would have.
"But you didn't…" I respond, my voice just as hushed. "He's fine…No harm to him at all…I got there before Dam-"
Angel cuts me off, suddenly enraged. "That's just it!" He yells. "*YOU* got there just in time! Not me!" His tone softens again as he leans against the wall and slides to the floor, a single tear escaping and sliding down his face. "I didn't move to save my own son…"
"Angel…Its understandable. You were in shock. You can't expect to-"
"I didn't try to stop him! My baby almost got killed and if you hadn't have- "
"No." I insist, slowly dropping down beside him to his left, careful of disturbing the now sleeping child in my arms. "Don't think about the 'what ifs' of a situation. Don't dwell. Especially if the outcome was good…or almost good…like tonight." I move my hand on top of his, which is resting on his knee, and wait for his eyes to meet mine. "Okay?"
He exhales a shaky, yet unneeded, breath and smiles wryly. "Okay."
I squeeze his hand gently and encouragingly. " 'At a boy." Pulling my hand away, I glance down at Connor. He's still sleeping soundly, not aware of any of the danger that surrounded him tonight. He looks so peaceful and innocent. I shudder at the thought of anyone wanting to harm him. After a little while of comfortable silence I speak up, handing Angel his son. "Well, I might give this one to you and tie up one Dr. Evil. Any objections?"
Angel takes Connor and immediately snuggles him protectively in the niche of his right arm. "Nope." He gets up and offers me his left hand as he does. I take it and he pulls me up. "Can I just say that for a 17 year old you seem to be very…knowledgeable? No, that's not the word…mature? Grown up? Understanding? Wise?" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Non teenagerish?"
I smile at him softly. "Thanks…" I reply, my tone a little distant. I hardly realise that I sound almost sad. "I guess I just grew up too fast."
With that said, I walk into the nursery and pick the unconscious Damien up with ease, throwing him over my shoulder. As I walk out, Angel comes in to collect the crib. He's probably going to keep Connor as close to him as possible for a while. Just to be safe. I motion sheepishly at the door lying on the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. I'll fix it tomorrow…" Then I glance down at my watch. "Actually…make that some time today."
He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I'll fix it when I get the chance." He pauses to glare at the Big Bad I have slung over my shoulder and adds, "After I interrogate the crap outta one soon-to-be-dead bad guy wannabe."
I chuckle grimly and make my way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. All the time wondering; 'When am I going to get a decent night's sleep around here?'
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– Sorry to the AtS scripting/aforementioned ppl (okay…*almost* sorry. Anyone that screws around with Angel's heart is very evil. Please remember that I never said I wasn't ^_^)…But, the 'whoever' she's *really* talkin' about is really the author of this pathetic little fic. (That would be me.) However, for the obvious reasons (ie- she's in a TV show and not a fanfic) I had to name company ppl. I do take the blame for the damn clichés in this fic, though (which I'm soooo sorry for ^_^) Anyway, I guess what I'm getting at is DON'T SUE ME! Ta.
A/N(again…no I'm not gonna let up.)- so far, you guys have been soooo excellent! I've worked as hard as I can to get this part up so you gotta review. Unfortunately, the next part won't be up for a little while 'cos I got *heaps* of assignments to do. Grrr. Argh. But that doesn't mean you stop reviewing! And I have to finish off on a positive note. ANGEL IS BACK! Woo hoo! Lol…
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A cold hand caresses my face. I mumble and roll over, opening my eyes as I do so. Two icy evil eyes stare back at me. I want to scream, but I find that my voice has run away. I guess you can say that my 'get up and go' just got up and went. Before I can think rationally, I've whipped my leg out from under the blankets and kicked Damien straight in the jaw. Somehow, I doubt that that was a smart move.
"Now, now lover…that wasn't very nice." He snarls, flicking his chilling gaze back at me.
I've regained my composure and ability to speak, so as I back away and slide off the other side of the bed, I glue my eyes to his and try to think of something witty to say. Screw witty. I'm just gonna talk and hope I sound confident enough to kick his ass. "How many times do you need to be told that I am *not* your lover. Eeeewww… just look at your clothes for one thing…. Can you say '1991'?"
He glares at me in contempt and raises his hands.
"Uh…before you thwack me into the wall again…I just gotta say… That's just not fair! I broke that hand and you went and-"
Crash! (That's me flying into the wall behind me again.) The room starts to spin and I'm plagued with all these nagging thoughts that I should *really* learn when to keep my mouth shut. Within a few seconds I'm being heaved off the ground via my throat. "Okay…" I splutter, "…Angel needs air…" He just scowls and thrusts me against the wall with all his strength, still not speaking again.
"Fine…that's the way you wanna play?" I manage to cough at him, right before planting my knee straight into his groin.
He doubles over in pain, momentarily losing his grip on my throat. I take advantage and struggle free from him completely, kicking his legs out from under him as I do so. Next I summon the vase on the bedside table to hover above him and let it drop onto his head with a hearty 'crack'. He looks up at me, almost wide-eyed, searching for an explanation towards my new 'abilities'. I smirk cruelly and bring my knee back towards his face. He tries to move his head, so I reach my hand out and pull at his hair, holding him in place as I kick the ever living daylights outta him. This is a great stress reliever, y'know.
Somewhere along the lines, he decides he's had enough and throws me over his head. Miraculously, I summersault in the air and land in a fighting stance, ready to take him on. He cocks his head to the side.
"How…?" He starts, totally bewildered.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, never letting my eyes leave his. "Like I said, I'm not the girl you think I am." I extend my hand and thrust him backwards with a tiny flick of my wrist. I'm nowhere near as powerful as him, and we both know it. Doesn't mean I won't try to use the same party tricks, though.
He stumbles a bit, before rushing forwards at me. Luckily, I'm getting used to this whole 'accessing my super reflexes' thing and jump out of the way, letting him skid to a stop before flying over the edge of the balcony. Damn! Here I was hoping I could see splattered bad guy on the pavement….
"Stop playing games, bitch. You know I'm going to kill you sooner or later. I'd like the sooner part myself, but…whatever works. However, I *am* getting rather impatient now…"
"*Again* with the clichéd lines! Joss or David or whoever else (1) is up there playing with you has *really* gotta get a life!" I throw back at him.
He stops for a second. "What the *hell* are you talking about?"
I roll my eyes in the classic 'as-if-you-wouldn't-know-'cos-everyone-else- does-You're soo-out-of-the-loop' kinda way and say, "Long story. You don't need to hear it."
He shrugs and takes up a fighting stance again. "Doesn't matter anyway. Either way you're dead."
I don't get a chance to pick on his choice of phrasing, because he's flying towards me again. Without thinking, I start hurtling towards him as well. We collide at the foot of the bed, a mass of kicking and punching. And then I lose my footing, only for a brief second, but that's all he needs.
Damien knocks me onto the bed and pins me down, muttering something in Latin or Gaelic. Then he removes his arms from mine, which were being held down above my head. I try to bring them back to my sides, but they won't budge.
"What did you do to me?" I hiss at him.
An evil totally male grin crawls across his face. "I wouldn't be worried about that." He says, straddling me and slowly sliding down to rest on my thighs. "Its what I'm *going* to do to you that you might like to focus on."
My eyes widen as I realise the meaning of his statement. "No! You sick bastard! Kill me if you must…but that's just…vile!"
The grin on his face widens and he starts to unbutton my satin pajama top. "See…Angelus isn't the only one who knows a good deal about torture…" He whispers. "I've already got you begging to die, but I haven't even started. I don't know why you're fighting this, really. You seemed to enjoy it last ti-"
"Stop It!" I bark at him, squirming even harder. "For the *LAST* time, I AM NOT THE GIRL YOU'RE AFTER! I'VE NEVER SLEPT WITH YOU!"
He laughs at my attempts to dislodge him and slowly places his hands inside my now open top, playing with the lace of my bra strap. "You have the same body as her…the same face…the same eyes…" He touches my cheek tentatively. "I find it very hard to believe that its not you."
His voice is so cold, so dark, so flat. Yet, in those last few seconds, his eyes lost a tiny bit of their harshness. Oh my God…I think I just found Damien's weakness…but how to play on it? There is *no* way I'm gonna let him go through with this, *that's* for sure.
I spit at him. (Oh, yeah…that's a great plan. Not. Infuriate him. That'll get you real far. Please note the sarcasm.) He sits up and wipes the saliva from his eyes. They're once again set to a very determined evil glare.
Why couldn't I have formulated a plan? Why do I have to go and do something ultimately stupid? I don't know. I'm an idiot. But at least he's not so focused on the sex thing now. I hope.
"Obviously you really aren't the girl I thought you were. And I thought Nic was stupid. You just take that to a whole new level." He slides down my legs a little further and starts to pull my boxers down. "No bother. This'll still be fun."
Okay…Plan B. I close my eyes and try to concentrate. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
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Angel's room. He's lying on his stomach on his bed. A tiny smile etched onto his lips as he dreams. The sheets are pale blue…I'm guessing that's Cordy's influence, Angel would probably prefer black…and are only halfway up, revealing his well-muscled upper body. He's sleeping soundly, looking lifeless due to lack of breath. He looks like…well… an angel. The tattoo on his shoulder blade standing out, telling a story of his shadowed past.
He opens his eyes looking extremely shocked when he finds me lying half dressed underneath him. I'm in the exact same pose as I was when Damien was undressing me to use as his sex toy. *Shudder*. My boxers are around my knees and Angels hands are on my hips. I'm *really* grateful that I pulled off the orby thing *before* Damien got to the underwear…
"Oh kay…" He says slowly "I think we need to talk about how you are and are *not* allowed to use those powers of yours."
"No…" I breathe at him, kinda wishing I could freeze things like that Piper chick on 'Charmed' at this particular moment. (To get out of this without further embarrassment of course…) "Damien's in my room and he kinda bound me to the bed with magick and started to…well…its obvious what he was starting to do…so I had to think fast and …hey…I can move now. Looks like my orbing trick disarmed his spell or whatever that was…" I take in our position and quickly roll him off, turning a bright shade off red at the same time. I jump out of his bed. "So now I'm gonna go kick his butt…" I look down and hurriedly pull my boxers up and button my shirt, the shade of my face deepening. "Okay…so *now* I can go kick his butt."
Angel's at my side as I rush back across the hall. "Do I *need* to ask *how* you got bound to the bed like that before or is it irrelevant?" He asks me, covering a wry grin.
I shoot him an unimpressed look. "Fighting. Lost footing. He tripped me and said something Latinish. Then I couldn't move. Hence the transportation to your room." I grin sheepishly. "Panicked."
I push the door to my room open and find Damien tearing the room apart. There are clothes, furniture and bed sheets scattered everywhere. It looks like a bomb has exploded.
"Looking for me?" I call.
He spins around abruptly. His eyes gleam furiously. "Where and when did you learn how to transport like that?" He hisses.
"Sorry. That's classified." I reply. "But I *can* tell you that I'm gonna kick your evil butt properly this time. And to ensure that I do," I gesture towards Angel, "I've brought a friend along. You don't mind do you? I figured that 'cos you like cheating oh so very much I'm allowed to bring in an all-powerful vampire as a weapon. Good?" When he doesn't reply, I smirk. "Thought so."
And then he lunges in for the attack. I easily drop to the floor and thrust him over my head when he reaches me, spinning back to face him and rising back into a fighting stance ready for his counter attack. He pulls himself off the floor with ease and, once again, raises his hands. I do the same thing and use my super human speed to my advantage, flicking my wrists before he even knows what's hit him. He stumbles into the hallway and hits the wall. He glances from left to right, summing up his options. Angel's already glowering down at him, 'game face' on. Damien raises his hands in self-defense, so Angel grabs hold of them, breaking every single bone within milliseconds, smiling contentedly at each tiny cracking noise. Damien screams out in pain, which only makes Angel's smile widen. I always used to love watching him let Angelus loose on the baddies on my two favourite TV shows.
I kinda always had a thing for Angelus. It was his sadistic and cruel persona. Always witty and out to torture. The way his eyes gleamed in pride after screwing around with a person was so intriguing. Not to mention the snappy way he dressed, playing on every gorgeous feature of his sexy, womanising body. He was evil and I loved it. The perfect bad guy… none can compare to Angelus. He was written and portrayed on screen so perfectly. You knew that he was going to be beaten sooner or later, but I couldn't help feeling for him at times. Sure he was a male chauvinistic prick, but I still loved the character. How could you not? Pure evil on Btvs (or even AtS) usually meant pure fun. Lotsa black humour along with lotsa drama and angst. And a cliffhanger that'd knock your socks off. That was the effect of Angelus. But, even I have to admit it's scarier in reality. Especially this up close and personal. But I know that Angel can control it after he's finished pulverising the bad guy.
Damien is still writhing around on the floor in pain. Angel takes a step back and composes himself, removing his 'squidgy' face (yes…that *is* what I call his mask of vampireness) and glares down at our resident evildoer.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions…and you're gonna answer, okay?" He growls. Damien rises to his feet and presses himself firmly against the wall, cowering in fear. It's a really pathetic site. Angel starts to get a little impatient when he doesn't receive an answer. "Well?"
After a second or so, Damien stands up straight and glares right back into Angel's eyes menacingly. "Screw. You."
The vampire's fist collides with Damien's cheekbone with a meaty 'crunch'. "Wrong answer."
Damien doesn't wince, or make any sound. He just glares. "I don't think so." He throws back, then makes a break for it, speeding down the hall and straight into the nursery.
I bolt after Damien with more speed than I ever thought possible, even by a vampire or speeding jet plane. I hear Connor's cries and try the doorknob. Locked from the inside. Panicking, I thrust my hands at the door and watch as it flies off its hinges. I throw myself at the evil psycho leaning over the crib and barrel him away as far as possible, before beating the crap out of him. I manage to knock him unconscious, but I don't stop punching for a while. Once I'm satisfied that he won't get up in a hurry, I rush to the crib and pick the baby up, nuzzling him under my chin protectively.
Then I realise that Angel's not with me. For the first time in…well…*ever* Angel didn't move to get the baddie. He didn't move period. Instead, when I peer down the hall, I find him numb with fear. His son's tiny life was in major danger, and I can't help thinking its because of me. But what scares me is that he *froze*. Didn't go after the bad-guy.
Angel *panicked*. I don't blame him, though. I mean, his only chance at having a child almost got killed. That would have been enough to make anyone go into a state of shock.
I walk over to him slowly. "Angel…I…" I don't know what to say. I'm feeling really weird at the moment…almost uncomfortable. Angel is standing in front of me, staring into nowhere and shaking uncontrollably. That is *soo* not the character I used to know or obsess over. But, like I said before, I don't blame him for reacting that way…or should I say: 'not reacting'. I'm still clutching Connor to my chest protectively. I open my mouth to speak again, but find that I still can't phrase anything together. So, I gently bring my hand up to the vampire's shoulder and let it rest there, offering a comfort and reassurance that I can't put into words.
He tenses at first and I feel the urge to pull my hand away, but I don't. Then after a couple of seconds he relaxes again, turning to face me and blinking away tears. "I almost lost him." The words tumble out of his mouth so fast and quietly that I almost miss it. If I didn't have the same sense of hearing as a vamp I would have.
"But you didn't…" I respond, my voice just as hushed. "He's fine…No harm to him at all…I got there before Dam-"
Angel cuts me off, suddenly enraged. "That's just it!" He yells. "*YOU* got there just in time! Not me!" His tone softens again as he leans against the wall and slides to the floor, a single tear escaping and sliding down his face. "I didn't move to save my own son…"
"Angel…Its understandable. You were in shock. You can't expect to-"
"I didn't try to stop him! My baby almost got killed and if you hadn't have- "
"No." I insist, slowly dropping down beside him to his left, careful of disturbing the now sleeping child in my arms. "Don't think about the 'what ifs' of a situation. Don't dwell. Especially if the outcome was good…or almost good…like tonight." I move my hand on top of his, which is resting on his knee, and wait for his eyes to meet mine. "Okay?"
He exhales a shaky, yet unneeded, breath and smiles wryly. "Okay."
I squeeze his hand gently and encouragingly. " 'At a boy." Pulling my hand away, I glance down at Connor. He's still sleeping soundly, not aware of any of the danger that surrounded him tonight. He looks so peaceful and innocent. I shudder at the thought of anyone wanting to harm him. After a little while of comfortable silence I speak up, handing Angel his son. "Well, I might give this one to you and tie up one Dr. Evil. Any objections?"
Angel takes Connor and immediately snuggles him protectively in the niche of his right arm. "Nope." He gets up and offers me his left hand as he does. I take it and he pulls me up. "Can I just say that for a 17 year old you seem to be very…knowledgeable? No, that's not the word…mature? Grown up? Understanding? Wise?" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Non teenagerish?"
I smile at him softly. "Thanks…" I reply, my tone a little distant. I hardly realise that I sound almost sad. "I guess I just grew up too fast."
With that said, I walk into the nursery and pick the unconscious Damien up with ease, throwing him over my shoulder. As I walk out, Angel comes in to collect the crib. He's probably going to keep Connor as close to him as possible for a while. Just to be safe. I motion sheepishly at the door lying on the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. I'll fix it tomorrow…" Then I glance down at my watch. "Actually…make that some time today."
He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I'll fix it when I get the chance." He pauses to glare at the Big Bad I have slung over my shoulder and adds, "After I interrogate the crap outta one soon-to-be-dead bad guy wannabe."
I chuckle grimly and make my way towards the elevator at the end of the hall. All the time wondering; 'When am I going to get a decent night's sleep around here?'
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– Sorry to the AtS scripting/aforementioned ppl (okay…*almost* sorry. Anyone that screws around with Angel's heart is very evil. Please remember that I never said I wasn't ^_^)…But, the 'whoever' she's *really* talkin' about is really the author of this pathetic little fic. (That would be me.) However, for the obvious reasons (ie- she's in a TV show and not a fanfic) I had to name company ppl. I do take the blame for the damn clichés in this fic, though (which I'm soooo sorry for ^_^) Anyway, I guess what I'm getting at is DON'T SUE ME! Ta.
A/N(again…no I'm not gonna let up.)- so far, you guys have been soooo excellent! I've worked as hard as I can to get this part up so you gotta review. Unfortunately, the next part won't be up for a little while 'cos I got *heaps* of assignments to do. Grrr. Argh. But that doesn't mean you stop reviewing! And I have to finish off on a positive note. ANGEL IS BACK! Woo hoo! Lol…
