Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 4)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
***
"Zoey?" Giles called, searching through his office, "Zoey? Zoey, you can't stay in here forever. Zo-"
"Why not?" sniffled a small voice in the back of the office.
Giles made his way to the back of his office, only to find the immortal slumped in a corner, crying her eyes out. She had taken the box of tissues (the one's with aloe and Sponge Bob decorating the outside) from Giles's desk and had littered the floor in front of her with little crumpled up white balls.
"Nobody here likes me, I should just go back from where I came from-to the Council, where I belong. Up in my room where I can study all I want and not be bothered with the pubescent troubles like the ones outside." She said, crying into another tissue.
Giles almost laughed at the irony of what the '14 year old' had said. "Well, that last bit is very true-But, Zoey , you know the rest isn't. They want to like you, they just have to know the real you. That's all. Nobody here hates you." Giles said trying his best to comfort the girl.
"Tell that to the Slayer." She went on, "I just wanted to help, but all of them hate me too much to accept it."
"Maybe you should go back out there and try it again. This'll all work out soon, we're all fighting for the same thing." Giles put his hand out to the girl. She took it, stood up and walked back out into the library.
***
"I don't like to talk about that day." I said to Breckin, "Whenever I talk about it, I feel like an idiot." He was eating an apple he had found in the fridge just outside of the room. He had given me a hospital packet of blood the previous demon had left behind.
"You're ashamed of what you were before you became a vampire?" He asked, writing something down on a piece of paper.
I sucked merrily on the packet of blood, the sudden burst of copper flooding my mouth instantly changing my face, "No, I loved myself as a human, that's why I always talk about the goody-two-shoes I used to be. " I said sarcastically.
Maybe it was because he had never seen me in my vamp face-or just that he was a total wimp, but he didn't press on any farther. He held his hands up defensively, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry I asked." He said with a small laugh.
He wasn't amusing.
He took another minute to put a new tape in the recorder. After testing it, he asked, "Now where?"
"Hmm." I thought, finishing off the contents of the hospital packet. I felt my face pull back at the bunches of skin on my face, and I knew that I had taken up the smooth skinned look of a human, once again. I bit the bottom of my lip and thought a little more, then said "I know, when I met back up with my brother."
"Whoa. You mean the one that almost killed you?"
I laughed, "Yep, good 'ole big brother Angel. It's a funny story actually- he'd get pissed and limit me to the stupid 'Three a week' plan, if he found out I was telling it."
"So tell me" The Keeper said showing some interest, "How did it happen?"
"It's kinda short; we had this whole big meeting to talk about the Mayor's upcoming ascension and about Faith. Then, Angel came in to see Buffy, when we both saw each other, we freaked, and both fainted-"
"Even your brother?"
I smiled, "Of course, just don't tell him that I told you. He likes to keep up with his Dark, Brooding Avenger look. But back to the story; when we both came around, we found out what had happened to each other-he had a soul-I was still alive, blah, blah, blah. He apologized for trying to kill me 200 years ago, blah, blah, blah. A whole bunch of cheesy dialogue and then I decided-or he invited, forget which one, but anyway, I ended up staying at his Mansion during my time in Sunnydale."
"Was it awkward being around the same person that killed your family and almost you?"
"Yeah, it was weird for a couple of days. We were both different from how we used to know each other, you know, we weren't growing up in 18th century Ireland anymore. But then it was okay, I guess. I mean, if you didn't add all the cheesy Buffy/Angel romance-do you know how many times he asked me to go out at night just so he and the Slayer could have the mansion to themselves?"
"Hmm." Breckin said taking the information in, "Go on."
I sat up straight in my chair, this was my favorite part of my story-or at least the only good part, "Now, how I became a vampire."
*** The Factory, Sunnydale, 1998
The relationship between Spike and Drusilla had always been a weird one, even by vampire standards. Drusilla had made Spike, so they had the whole 'eternal lust' thing going on between them, but Angelus was the one who made Drusilla, which always made her crazy about him-and Spike a very jealous vamp.
They could probably be considered a vampire version of Bonnie and Clyde. They spent most of the 20th century killing and ransacking small towns all along the coast of South America, and loved every minute of it. But when their travels brought them to California, things were starting to go bad-at least according to Spike.
Spike leaned against a wall and took a long drag from his cigarette. Puffing it out slowly, he listened to Drusilla in the other room, cooing to their hostage:
"Miss. Edith wants to play a game, would you like to play with her? You say you don't?" Drusilla gasped, "Miss. Edith is offended, she says that mean people from the Council like you should be punished."
Spike smiled as he heard a clang of metal followed by a blood-curdling scream. He called into the next room, "Not to hard pet, we wouldn't want to kill her off just yet, would we?"
The blonde vampire thought his plan was a work of genius. After Angel had gone all soft and souly (again) and betrayed them, he knew there had to be a way to get revenge. So when his 'thought to be dead' sister showed up (how cliché, Spike thought), she was the perfect instrument for getting their payback.
"Angel will be sorry for everything he did to us. Everything he did to me. He'll pay, soon enough." Spike said to himself, flicking the used cigarette on the floor, watching the last ashes burn out on themselves.
Spike took long strides (to get the full effect of his leather trench coat) into the other room. When he saw the scene in there, he almost burst with laughter. Tied and gagged to a wooden chair was Zoey, her face and arms had been badly beaten, wet with blood, and purpled from bruising. Her dark hair was matted and clumped to her head with the blood from her own body. She dipped in and out of consciousness, bobbing her head up and down in her restraints.
Drusilla, however, kneeled before the girl, in a long, antique styled dress, something from the early 1900's. Before her were many forms of torture, and a single doll, Miss. Edith. Dru smiled up at Spike when he waltzed in, "Spike, when are we going to kill her?" She wined.
"Soon, pet, soon. We have to wait for the big Poof to arrive. Till then, go on and play, I love to watch you play." Spike trailed off with a cocky smile.
Drusilla smiled and looked back at the girl, "You think you're one of them, don't you? You think you're a grown up. You don't see yourself as what you are, do you? You don't see yourself as just a little girl who doesn't keep her nose out of other people's business, do you?" The vampire picked up a sharp iron spike from the pile, gazed at it tenderly and then looked at the girl. The girl's eyes went wide with fear as she struggled harder against the ropes that held her. Drusilla smiled and plunged the spike into her abdomen. Zoey shut her eyes and screamed with pain against the gag, watching the blood spill out of her side, staining the clothing around it.
Taking the spike out with a sharp shove-and-pull, Drusilla stood up and took the gag out of the girl's mouth. "Any last wishes before you die?"
Zoey looked up hatefully at her captor, "I wish one of my hands were free so I could plunge a stake through your cold, black, unbeati-"
"Okay, that's enough of that." Spike said quickly, grabbing the gag from Drusilla and putting it back over the Watcher's mouth.
Drusilla slapped the girl's face, drawing three additional scratches to her cheek, "Watch your mouth, it's rude to say mean things."
Spike was about to say something about their 'genius' plan not working, but his doubtful thoughts dissipated when he heard the muted thud of feet moving toward the small room they were in.
"Let her go." Growled a voice behind them.
Spike twirled around to see his grandsire staring coldly at him with clenched fists. "Oh, look!" Spike exclaimed, "It's the man of the hour, we were wondering when you were going to get here."
"Let her go." Angel repeated again, stiffening his composure.
"Oh, she's all yours, you can have her now." Spike said. Angel listened his grandchilde and immediately rushed to the broken form tied to the chair, quickly untying the ropes. "But, I do have to warn you. The girl'll be dead in a few minutes. You won't have time to take her to a hospital or to that witch friend of yours."
Angel put a small hand on Zoey's side and felt the warm blood that was quickly pouring out of it. Then, hysterically, he tried to shake her out of unconsciousness, "Zoey, common, wake up, wake up. Please, wake up, please."
"Angel." Drusilla purred, "The stars and moon sparkling in the sky told me that you deserve this, for betraying us like you did-you hurt us."
"If I were you, I'd drink the rest of her. Put her out of her misery-you were going to do that 200 years ago anyway." Spike said happily (so happily, that one would have expected the vampire to do a jig, which he sadly, did not).
Angel ignored their comments and still tried desperately to wake his sister, "Zoey, wake up, wake up. Common, just wake up."
The girl moaned and her eyes slowly opened, "Angel?" She said tiredly.
"Yeah, Zo, it's me. We're going to get out of here and everything's gonna be alri-"
" Angel, don't let me die." She said barely above a whisper, looking up at her brother with unfocused eyes, "Please Angel, I don't want to die, please don't let me die."
***
***
"Zoey?" Giles called, searching through his office, "Zoey? Zoey, you can't stay in here forever. Zo-"
"Why not?" sniffled a small voice in the back of the office.
Giles made his way to the back of his office, only to find the immortal slumped in a corner, crying her eyes out. She had taken the box of tissues (the one's with aloe and Sponge Bob decorating the outside) from Giles's desk and had littered the floor in front of her with little crumpled up white balls.
"Nobody here likes me, I should just go back from where I came from-to the Council, where I belong. Up in my room where I can study all I want and not be bothered with the pubescent troubles like the ones outside." She said, crying into another tissue.
Giles almost laughed at the irony of what the '14 year old' had said. "Well, that last bit is very true-But, Zoey , you know the rest isn't. They want to like you, they just have to know the real you. That's all. Nobody here hates you." Giles said trying his best to comfort the girl.
"Tell that to the Slayer." She went on, "I just wanted to help, but all of them hate me too much to accept it."
"Maybe you should go back out there and try it again. This'll all work out soon, we're all fighting for the same thing." Giles put his hand out to the girl. She took it, stood up and walked back out into the library.
***
"I don't like to talk about that day." I said to Breckin, "Whenever I talk about it, I feel like an idiot." He was eating an apple he had found in the fridge just outside of the room. He had given me a hospital packet of blood the previous demon had left behind.
"You're ashamed of what you were before you became a vampire?" He asked, writing something down on a piece of paper.
I sucked merrily on the packet of blood, the sudden burst of copper flooding my mouth instantly changing my face, "No, I loved myself as a human, that's why I always talk about the goody-two-shoes I used to be. " I said sarcastically.
Maybe it was because he had never seen me in my vamp face-or just that he was a total wimp, but he didn't press on any farther. He held his hands up defensively, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry I asked." He said with a small laugh.
He wasn't amusing.
He took another minute to put a new tape in the recorder. After testing it, he asked, "Now where?"
"Hmm." I thought, finishing off the contents of the hospital packet. I felt my face pull back at the bunches of skin on my face, and I knew that I had taken up the smooth skinned look of a human, once again. I bit the bottom of my lip and thought a little more, then said "I know, when I met back up with my brother."
"Whoa. You mean the one that almost killed you?"
I laughed, "Yep, good 'ole big brother Angel. It's a funny story actually- he'd get pissed and limit me to the stupid 'Three a week' plan, if he found out I was telling it."
"So tell me" The Keeper said showing some interest, "How did it happen?"
"It's kinda short; we had this whole big meeting to talk about the Mayor's upcoming ascension and about Faith. Then, Angel came in to see Buffy, when we both saw each other, we freaked, and both fainted-"
"Even your brother?"
I smiled, "Of course, just don't tell him that I told you. He likes to keep up with his Dark, Brooding Avenger look. But back to the story; when we both came around, we found out what had happened to each other-he had a soul-I was still alive, blah, blah, blah. He apologized for trying to kill me 200 years ago, blah, blah, blah. A whole bunch of cheesy dialogue and then I decided-or he invited, forget which one, but anyway, I ended up staying at his Mansion during my time in Sunnydale."
"Was it awkward being around the same person that killed your family and almost you?"
"Yeah, it was weird for a couple of days. We were both different from how we used to know each other, you know, we weren't growing up in 18th century Ireland anymore. But then it was okay, I guess. I mean, if you didn't add all the cheesy Buffy/Angel romance-do you know how many times he asked me to go out at night just so he and the Slayer could have the mansion to themselves?"
"Hmm." Breckin said taking the information in, "Go on."
I sat up straight in my chair, this was my favorite part of my story-or at least the only good part, "Now, how I became a vampire."
*** The Factory, Sunnydale, 1998
The relationship between Spike and Drusilla had always been a weird one, even by vampire standards. Drusilla had made Spike, so they had the whole 'eternal lust' thing going on between them, but Angelus was the one who made Drusilla, which always made her crazy about him-and Spike a very jealous vamp.
They could probably be considered a vampire version of Bonnie and Clyde. They spent most of the 20th century killing and ransacking small towns all along the coast of South America, and loved every minute of it. But when their travels brought them to California, things were starting to go bad-at least according to Spike.
Spike leaned against a wall and took a long drag from his cigarette. Puffing it out slowly, he listened to Drusilla in the other room, cooing to their hostage:
"Miss. Edith wants to play a game, would you like to play with her? You say you don't?" Drusilla gasped, "Miss. Edith is offended, she says that mean people from the Council like you should be punished."
Spike smiled as he heard a clang of metal followed by a blood-curdling scream. He called into the next room, "Not to hard pet, we wouldn't want to kill her off just yet, would we?"
The blonde vampire thought his plan was a work of genius. After Angel had gone all soft and souly (again) and betrayed them, he knew there had to be a way to get revenge. So when his 'thought to be dead' sister showed up (how cliché, Spike thought), she was the perfect instrument for getting their payback.
"Angel will be sorry for everything he did to us. Everything he did to me. He'll pay, soon enough." Spike said to himself, flicking the used cigarette on the floor, watching the last ashes burn out on themselves.
Spike took long strides (to get the full effect of his leather trench coat) into the other room. When he saw the scene in there, he almost burst with laughter. Tied and gagged to a wooden chair was Zoey, her face and arms had been badly beaten, wet with blood, and purpled from bruising. Her dark hair was matted and clumped to her head with the blood from her own body. She dipped in and out of consciousness, bobbing her head up and down in her restraints.
Drusilla, however, kneeled before the girl, in a long, antique styled dress, something from the early 1900's. Before her were many forms of torture, and a single doll, Miss. Edith. Dru smiled up at Spike when he waltzed in, "Spike, when are we going to kill her?" She wined.
"Soon, pet, soon. We have to wait for the big Poof to arrive. Till then, go on and play, I love to watch you play." Spike trailed off with a cocky smile.
Drusilla smiled and looked back at the girl, "You think you're one of them, don't you? You think you're a grown up. You don't see yourself as what you are, do you? You don't see yourself as just a little girl who doesn't keep her nose out of other people's business, do you?" The vampire picked up a sharp iron spike from the pile, gazed at it tenderly and then looked at the girl. The girl's eyes went wide with fear as she struggled harder against the ropes that held her. Drusilla smiled and plunged the spike into her abdomen. Zoey shut her eyes and screamed with pain against the gag, watching the blood spill out of her side, staining the clothing around it.
Taking the spike out with a sharp shove-and-pull, Drusilla stood up and took the gag out of the girl's mouth. "Any last wishes before you die?"
Zoey looked up hatefully at her captor, "I wish one of my hands were free so I could plunge a stake through your cold, black, unbeati-"
"Okay, that's enough of that." Spike said quickly, grabbing the gag from Drusilla and putting it back over the Watcher's mouth.
Drusilla slapped the girl's face, drawing three additional scratches to her cheek, "Watch your mouth, it's rude to say mean things."
Spike was about to say something about their 'genius' plan not working, but his doubtful thoughts dissipated when he heard the muted thud of feet moving toward the small room they were in.
"Let her go." Growled a voice behind them.
Spike twirled around to see his grandsire staring coldly at him with clenched fists. "Oh, look!" Spike exclaimed, "It's the man of the hour, we were wondering when you were going to get here."
"Let her go." Angel repeated again, stiffening his composure.
"Oh, she's all yours, you can have her now." Spike said. Angel listened his grandchilde and immediately rushed to the broken form tied to the chair, quickly untying the ropes. "But, I do have to warn you. The girl'll be dead in a few minutes. You won't have time to take her to a hospital or to that witch friend of yours."
Angel put a small hand on Zoey's side and felt the warm blood that was quickly pouring out of it. Then, hysterically, he tried to shake her out of unconsciousness, "Zoey, common, wake up, wake up. Please, wake up, please."
"Angel." Drusilla purred, "The stars and moon sparkling in the sky told me that you deserve this, for betraying us like you did-you hurt us."
"If I were you, I'd drink the rest of her. Put her out of her misery-you were going to do that 200 years ago anyway." Spike said happily (so happily, that one would have expected the vampire to do a jig, which he sadly, did not).
Angel ignored their comments and still tried desperately to wake his sister, "Zoey, wake up, wake up. Common, just wake up."
The girl moaned and her eyes slowly opened, "Angel?" She said tiredly.
"Yeah, Zo, it's me. We're going to get out of here and everything's gonna be alri-"
" Angel, don't let me die." She said barely above a whisper, looking up at her brother with unfocused eyes, "Please Angel, I don't want to die, please don't let me die."
***