Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 9)
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!
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"Angel," Wesley said with extreme interest at the vampire, "I had no idea that all of that had happened."
Angel nodded in the chair, "I know. And sometimes I regret doing it-knowing that made a monster out of my little sister."
"True." The Brit agreed, "But you can't blame yourself for everything. Angel Investigations wouldn't be the same without her influence."
"Even if that influence is from a teeny-boppery '14 year old' who goes out to kill innocent people every night?" Angel said sarcastically, with a tiny half-smile.
"Exactly!" Wes said with equal smile.
Angel put his hands out, "Then you have to help me find her. Have you and Evita search the down-"
The ex-Watcher suddenly went very cold and said gravely, "Angel, you're avoiding me."
"Avoiding.?"
"You're not telling me about what happened about tonight."
"Oh." The vampire looked down at the floor, "I don't know, Wes. It all just happened so fast-I-
" When he looked up, Wesley's expression didn't seem to have changed.
"Tell me, Angel."
"This is how I remember it. I was drinking my afternoon tea-"
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The Hyperion Hotel, 2002
Angel walked around his hotel room with one hand holding a china cup full of English Breakfast Tea, and the other hand holding the cup's matching saucer.
He had just walked into the living room when he saw the doorknob to his door twist and then gracefully open. Standing on the line of carpet that separated his room from the hallway was Zoey. She looked emotionally drained and tired. Angel figured that she was stopping by to catch some sleep in his room, instead of making the journey two flights up to her's.
But as he watched his sister stare back at him with an unnerving hatred (it went well beyond the 'Dieting!Zoey' face), he knew that something wasn't right. "Zoey? What's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck. Which, " He nodded to himself, "by vampire standards, isn't such a remote-"
Zoey spoke. Or, tried to speak. She opened her mouth, but only managed a small squeak.
Then, unexpectedly, she dropped to her knees and started to cry.
Angel didn't know what to do. He hadn't seen Zoey cry in.well, since she was human. And it made him nervous of what kind of Impending Doom Hell Demon could have done this to her.
Rushing over to her in a flash, he put his hands over her in a comforting fashion. "Zoey-what happened? Who-who did this to you?"
The little vampire looked up at Angel and said quickly between a sob, "Why didn't you tell me?"
At that moment, Zoey opened her hand and let the small talisman roll out of her hand and onto the carpet. Angel looked over at it curiously, to see what it was, and when he did, he jumped up and looked at Zoey.
Angel reached down, grabbed the talisman and studied it. "Spike-why did you have to do this now?" He grumbled sadly to himself.
Zoey slowly stood up and wiped her tear-stained face messily with one hand. Then, clearing her throat she said, "Why couldn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me?"
Angel felt dumbstruck. Like a huge wrecking ball and come through the wall and smacked him in the face. He tried to think of something dark, witty and extra broody to throw at his sister, to make her understand why he had to lie to her. But all he could say was, "I-I couldn't."
He looked for some sort of flicker of comfort in his sister's face, but only saw her staring back at him angrier than before. "You don't understand, Angel." She said sharply. "After you were made, you had everything. You had Darla to teach you, and a coven that wanted you to become apart of them. When I was made-I didn't have any of that! I was abandoned! You left right after the Ascension, and I was left to find out what the hell it was I had become!" Her body heaved with anger. "I didn't even know what I was capable of!" She looked down at the carpet and laughed, "Huh, you should've seen me when I found out that I could jump off a 5 story building and land on my feet-unhurt."
Angel turned his head away from her and bit his lip.
"What?" He heard the girl taunt from behind, "Can't face your own creation?"
Now it was Angel's turn to vent. He whipped his head around, only to find an empty doorway. Rushing over to where Zoey had been standing moments before, he looked down the hallway, only to find that empty as well. And as he sighed and slumped against the doorframe, he already knew that tonight was going to be a long one.
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"Angel," Wesley said with extreme interest at the vampire, "I had no idea that all of that had happened."
Angel nodded in the chair, "I know. And sometimes I regret doing it-knowing that made a monster out of my little sister."
"True." The Brit agreed, "But you can't blame yourself for everything. Angel Investigations wouldn't be the same without her influence."
"Even if that influence is from a teeny-boppery '14 year old' who goes out to kill innocent people every night?" Angel said sarcastically, with a tiny half-smile.
"Exactly!" Wes said with equal smile.
Angel put his hands out, "Then you have to help me find her. Have you and Evita search the down-"
The ex-Watcher suddenly went very cold and said gravely, "Angel, you're avoiding me."
"Avoiding.?"
"You're not telling me about what happened about tonight."
"Oh." The vampire looked down at the floor, "I don't know, Wes. It all just happened so fast-I-
" When he looked up, Wesley's expression didn't seem to have changed.
"Tell me, Angel."
"This is how I remember it. I was drinking my afternoon tea-"
***
The Hyperion Hotel, 2002
Angel walked around his hotel room with one hand holding a china cup full of English Breakfast Tea, and the other hand holding the cup's matching saucer.
He had just walked into the living room when he saw the doorknob to his door twist and then gracefully open. Standing on the line of carpet that separated his room from the hallway was Zoey. She looked emotionally drained and tired. Angel figured that she was stopping by to catch some sleep in his room, instead of making the journey two flights up to her's.
But as he watched his sister stare back at him with an unnerving hatred (it went well beyond the 'Dieting!Zoey' face), he knew that something wasn't right. "Zoey? What's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck. Which, " He nodded to himself, "by vampire standards, isn't such a remote-"
Zoey spoke. Or, tried to speak. She opened her mouth, but only managed a small squeak.
Then, unexpectedly, she dropped to her knees and started to cry.
Angel didn't know what to do. He hadn't seen Zoey cry in.well, since she was human. And it made him nervous of what kind of Impending Doom Hell Demon could have done this to her.
Rushing over to her in a flash, he put his hands over her in a comforting fashion. "Zoey-what happened? Who-who did this to you?"
The little vampire looked up at Angel and said quickly between a sob, "Why didn't you tell me?"
At that moment, Zoey opened her hand and let the small talisman roll out of her hand and onto the carpet. Angel looked over at it curiously, to see what it was, and when he did, he jumped up and looked at Zoey.
Angel reached down, grabbed the talisman and studied it. "Spike-why did you have to do this now?" He grumbled sadly to himself.
Zoey slowly stood up and wiped her tear-stained face messily with one hand. Then, clearing her throat she said, "Why couldn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me?"
Angel felt dumbstruck. Like a huge wrecking ball and come through the wall and smacked him in the face. He tried to think of something dark, witty and extra broody to throw at his sister, to make her understand why he had to lie to her. But all he could say was, "I-I couldn't."
He looked for some sort of flicker of comfort in his sister's face, but only saw her staring back at him angrier than before. "You don't understand, Angel." She said sharply. "After you were made, you had everything. You had Darla to teach you, and a coven that wanted you to become apart of them. When I was made-I didn't have any of that! I was abandoned! You left right after the Ascension, and I was left to find out what the hell it was I had become!" Her body heaved with anger. "I didn't even know what I was capable of!" She looked down at the carpet and laughed, "Huh, you should've seen me when I found out that I could jump off a 5 story building and land on my feet-unhurt."
Angel turned his head away from her and bit his lip.
"What?" He heard the girl taunt from behind, "Can't face your own creation?"
Now it was Angel's turn to vent. He whipped his head around, only to find an empty doorway. Rushing over to where Zoey had been standing moments before, he looked down the hallway, only to find that empty as well. And as he sighed and slumped against the doorframe, he already knew that tonight was going to be a long one.
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