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Summary: Installment no. 6. We have Angel and Cordy reunited briefly as the end of the last chapter is explained. Also, there is a certain prophesy that is filled in this chapter!
Lorne is still in Vegas, Connor has learned the truth, and Angel and Wesley have started to patch things up. To learn more, read the damn story. Enjoy!
Chapter 10.
Connor watched curiously as Anya poured the sacred sand. She was walking backward with dainty little steps, bending at the waist so that the opening of the jar was close to the road.
"So," said Fred brightly, "how long ya been a vengeance demon?"
"About 1123 years," Anya answered in a similar tone, tipping her sand jar upright and straightening up to survey her work.
The sand was poured in a perfect circle, but was being blown awry a little by the wind.
The sound of a passing car made Connor glance at his father nervously.
Angel, Gunn and Wesley had somehow managed to get hold of some reflective vests, orange witches hats, and yellow street signs with "Stop" and "Slow down" written on them.
They seemed to be enjoying their control of the traffic, putting on shows of importance, and giving each other little smiles as they explained to the frustrated drivers that there were roadworks ahead, so two lanes were going to be temporarily closed off.
Connor just hoped they would be able to bluff their way past a police officer if the occasion warranted it.
"All done!" Anya announced.
Connor looked down to find that the circle had been completed. The spells ingredients were also layed out and good to go.
All they needed now, was Wesley and Angel.
Connor waved at his father, who was rather childishly standing on his toes, trying to see a new car on the horizon, a new driver to harass.
He noticed Connor waving to him, and motioned to Wesley.
The two approached, leaving Gunn to ward off any approaching cars.
As had been planned, the two gave their vests to Fred and Connor, who truth be told, did not look threatening enough to stop traffic.
Both were willow thin with pretty faces. Drivers would most likely ignore them and continue on their way.
But they were better than nothing, and it had already been decided that Angel and Wesley were the right people to be casting the spell, so someone else had to deal with the irate drivers.
Connor pulled the oversized vest over his head and turned to his father for approval.
Angel looked at his son and his Texan housemate critically.
"If they don't listen to you, just call Gunn," he suggested, in such a way that made Connor feel less than adequet.
Connor nodded and walked away from the circle.
Then he abruptly walked back and flung his arms around his fathers neck.
Angel stiffened in surprise, then melted into the hug. If something went wrong, this could be the last time they were together. If something went wrong the newly discovered father/son relationship would be short lived.
Suddenly Angel stiffened again and warmly patted Connor on the back. He'd suddenly realized that everyone was watching them.
Fred with a smile. Anya with interest. Gunn from two lanes over with a raised eyebrow. Wesley with no expression at all.
Connor was less self conscious than his father, and continued to hold on to him for a moment before suddenly releasing him, and walking away without saying a word, or even looking the vampire in the eye.
He'd expressed what he needed to. He didn't need to make it appear as if he were saying goodbye.
He turned away from the trio casting the spell, waiting warily for a car to approach.
Two were coming now.
He used his "Slow down" sign and liberal hand movements to fend them off to the side and into other lanes.
Gunn had commented earlier that their job should be easy because the traffic was unusually slight.
Connor could hear Anya and Wesley chanting, but couldn't make out the words. He couldn't be sure if they were speaking English or not. The spell had begun.
He tried to concentrate on his task, but felt the muscles in his shoulders knotting up as the chanting grew in volume.
He closed his eyes and listened to his senses. Were the words English? Could he smell Gunn's cologne? His fathers hair mousse? Could he hear Fred's racing heart? Could he feel the vibrations of cars disappearing down the freeway?
The vibrations were strange. They were not cars then, but the spell taking effect.
The smell was strange too. Like breath from an old demon.
Demon!
Connor's eyes snapped open. His fists clenched. He remained still as he regarded the creature standing not three inches from him.
Large and blueish, with cracked skin and long dark hair, it smiled at him.
Connor thought fast.
Angel, Wesley and Anya were engrossed in the spell. Gunn and Fred had instinctively stayed together while fending off traffic, standing too far away, and facing the wrong direction to have noticed Connor's dilemma.
"You know, I never expected to see you again!" said the demon in a friendly yet somehow threatening manor.
Connor was reminded of Lorne, but reflected that this demon, while sociable in its tone, did not posses Lorne's natural good will.
Suddenly Connor wondered why the green demon had left the hotel.
"After your little vacation to hell I expected you to be long dead. What is it with this town? Nothing ever goes down how it's supposed to."
"Who are you?" Connor asked through gritted teeth. He glanced at his father to make sure the spell was still going as planned.
"A friend of your foster father's." said the demon with a grin.
"He didn't make friends with demons."
"Oh that's what he told you?" said the demon incredulously, "Well that hurts! For cryin' out loud the man was hypocrisy personified!"
Connor reacted instinctively. He punched the demon in the nose.
To his surprise the demon barely reacted.
"Oh come on! That's all you got boy wonder?" he returned the punch and Connor was on the ground feeling the blood dripping from his nose. Thunder rumbled.
Both boy and demon forgot what they were doing and glanced at the sky.
It began to rain. Sheets of it. It mixed with Connors blood and trickled through his hair.
"Hey!" came Gunn's voice from far away.
Connor barely heard it though because the demon had punched him again. He felt groggy. He couldn't see through the rain. It dripped from his eyelashes.
The demon laughed. "How could such a pathetic little headcase ever be a threat to me? After all this, it's almost too easy!"
He pulled his fist back for a killing blow.
Connor reacted just in time, blocking the blow with the "Slow Down" sign, then using it to jab the demon hard in the torso. It was a move his father had taught him with a quarterstaff a few weeks ago.
Again the demon was barely effected though, and most likely would have killed the boy with the next blow if he hadn't been distracted by Gunn's cry of "Sahjahn!" and the fact that the tall man had flung his arms around the demon's neck in a choke hold.
Connor heard a faint cry of "Charles!" as he tried to get to his feet. But his legs felt like wet paper and somehow seemed to be tangling together, and getting in the way of each other, so he fell back down with a wet thud. His ears were ringing.
Suddenly Fred was colliding into him. She'd been thrown at him by the demon when she'd run to Gunn's defense.
Long, dark, knotted hair was wrapping itself around his fists. He tried to disentangle himself, but Fred was moving too much and he just ended up pulling at her head.
"Ak!" she cried.
Sounds of the fight between Gunn and Sahjahn continued. Connor could hear the demon laughing, punctuated with the occasional grunt from Gunn. It was not encouraging.
"Who is Sahjahn?" he murmured softly, feeling darkness invade his mind. He'd be unconscious in a moment.
Which was why he was not terribly surprised to see a shining light rise up at the edge of his vision.
He starred at it's beauty mesmerized. It was as if time had stopped, and the light was all there was.
"What's that?" he heard the demon ask, followed by a thud and the sound of Gunn gasping through water. Reality had come rushing back.
The bulky form of the demon blocked Connor's view of the light for a second and he craned his neck for a better view.
That's when he remembered.
The spell!
Sahjahn was going to ruin the spell!
The light was the portal that his father needed to jump through. If Anya and Wesley broke the circle before his father could bring Cordelia back, Angel would be trapped in the past forever. "Frozen in the instant," was the way that Wesley had described it. Connor wasn't sure, but he thought it sounded worse than being trapped in a box in the ocean forever.
"Nooo!" he cried out, too softly for anyone but Fred to hear. His voice didn't seem to be working the way it should.
Sahjahn said a word that reverberated through the rain soaked air.. It wasn't English, but it was short and to the point, and whatever it was, it made the light change from holy white, to blood red.
"No," Conner said again.
He heard a scream, and slowly realized that it was his father. The scream was cut off abruptly.
He heard Sahjahn laugh.
"How will ya protect him now ya big dumbass!" the demon cried gleefully.
Fred was untangling her hair and managed to remove herself from Connor, giving him a clearer view of the proceedings.
Sahjahn was standing triumphantly over Wesley and Anya. Wesley's glasses were off, the water had to have been blinding him while he wore them. His face was pale and shocked.
Anya was looking at Sahjahn in mild terror.
Angel was nowhere to be seen.
The circle was most definitely broken.
And the whole scene was bathed in an eery red light, scattered by the rain.
Fred was crying over an immobile Gunn. He was still alive. Connor could sense the beating heart. But he wasn't sure if Fred was aware of this.
More light entered the scene near the portal as Anya teleported.
For a moment Connor was furious, assuming that the vengeance demon was making her escape.
But then she reappeared behind Sahjahn and shoved him toward the portal just as it began to close.
The demon did not disappear as Angel must have done only seconds earlier, the portal was no longer big enough for that.
Instead he was thrown back by the energies and slumped to the road unconscious.
The portal closed.
"Take that you irritating big blue demon!" cried Anya.
The cry was followed by the empty sound of falling rain.
Those still conscious were trying to come to terms with what had just occurred.
Angel was lost.
Cordy was still missing.
Gunn was not moving.
Neither was Sahjahn.
Suddenly Connor grasped the yellow "Slow Down" sign in his bony fist.
He stood, and with an expression of pure fury on his face marched to the unconscious demon and plunged the sign into it's heart.
It didn't move, but Connor sensed its death. Handy skill.
He stared. There was something morbidly comical about a dead demon with a "Slow Down" sign sticking out of its chest. But no one laughed. Connor's own breath was coming out in gasps.
For a long time no one moved.
The rain continued to fall.
"I think she needs help," said Anya finally.
Connor wondered who "she" was for a moment before noticing the crumpled heap of soaked cloth lying on the road. It shivered and sobbed, and he realized that it was in fact a tiny human girl.
Had she come from the portal?
L.A, 2002 (6 months earlier).
Cordelia felt her body grow light as the familiar feeling having the ground taken out from under her feet came to her.
She looked down to find that she was floating. Only this time she was continuing to rise, rather than floating right back on down as she had in the past.
She was filled with apprehension. Hope. Sadness. Longing.
She knew that she would never see Angel again. That she would never be able tell him what she felt. To find out if her feelings were mutual.
She knew he would be going mad with frustration trying to figure out what the hell had happened to her. She imagined him brooding as he realized that she would not be coming back. Would she be presumed dead?
She wanted to sit the vampire down and explain to him what was happening. It made her heart ache to think that he would be waiting for her at point Dume. Even more that he might believe she had abandoned him.
She continued to rise.
Suddenly a feeling of wrongness came over her.
She looked down and it dawned on her just how far away the ground was.
If the PTB dropped her now she'd be jelly on the road. And she wouldn't put it past them either.
"Skip!" she cried out.
No one replied.
She'd stopped rising though. She'd stopped, and she was trapped about a mile from the earth.
She panicked.
"SKIP!!!" she cried again, "Oh God oh God oh God!"
To her horror the air around her seemed to crackle.
Red bits of lightning were appearing so close that they singed her skin.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, slapping a hand down on her arm where the first one hit.
"Okay, guys! This isn't funny! In fact it's not even remotely amusing! You do want me on your team right? This is not the best way to recruit people!"
Fear cut through her as she yelled.
Another lightning bolt struck.
"You're scaring me!" She screamed.
And at that moment the air around her exploded into red light, and she found herself flying through a tunnel.
After barely a second to think about and deal with this she collided with something large and black.
She grabbed onto it, desperate to cling to something solid, and belatedly realized that it was actually a black coat with a man inside it.
Together they continued to fly through the tunnel, red lightning scorching them both, and Cordelia managed to move herself so that she was holding onto the man's neck, head placed firmly on his shoulder.. Her legs wrapped around his as she cried in fear. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist and realized with a start that this was Angel she was clinging to.
She buried her nose in his neck and the smell of his cologne confirmed it.
She wanted to say something, but the deafening rush around them prevented it. Another lightning bolt cut across her back and she sobbed. Angel gripped her tighter.
The wind twisted them through the air.
Suddenly it tore them apart.
Cordelia caught a quick glimps of the vampire stretching his arms out in a desperate attempt to get her back, before the current stole him away.
And then it was over.
She collapsed in pain on the hard wood floor.
The world turned black.
TBC
Okay, I know it's a bit shorter than usual, but I kinda wanted to get this chapter over with so that I could get to the fun parts with everybody stranded in the wrong time period.
Yes that was Cordy in the church.
Don't worry, I won't burn her at the stake. I like her too much for that.
As usual please review. It only takes few seconds, but it gets me motivated so I be quicker with the getting up of new chapters.
Thanks to all those who have reviewed it already. You guys rock!
And special thanks to Angelfirenze who just keeps em comin' every chapter. Thanks dude!
I'll try to get the next one up soon!
Summary: Installment no. 6. We have Angel and Cordy reunited briefly as the end of the last chapter is explained. Also, there is a certain prophesy that is filled in this chapter!
Lorne is still in Vegas, Connor has learned the truth, and Angel and Wesley have started to patch things up. To learn more, read the damn story. Enjoy!
Chapter 10.
Connor watched curiously as Anya poured the sacred sand. She was walking backward with dainty little steps, bending at the waist so that the opening of the jar was close to the road.
"So," said Fred brightly, "how long ya been a vengeance demon?"
"About 1123 years," Anya answered in a similar tone, tipping her sand jar upright and straightening up to survey her work.
The sand was poured in a perfect circle, but was being blown awry a little by the wind.
The sound of a passing car made Connor glance at his father nervously.
Angel, Gunn and Wesley had somehow managed to get hold of some reflective vests, orange witches hats, and yellow street signs with "Stop" and "Slow down" written on them.
They seemed to be enjoying their control of the traffic, putting on shows of importance, and giving each other little smiles as they explained to the frustrated drivers that there were roadworks ahead, so two lanes were going to be temporarily closed off.
Connor just hoped they would be able to bluff their way past a police officer if the occasion warranted it.
"All done!" Anya announced.
Connor looked down to find that the circle had been completed. The spells ingredients were also layed out and good to go.
All they needed now, was Wesley and Angel.
Connor waved at his father, who was rather childishly standing on his toes, trying to see a new car on the horizon, a new driver to harass.
He noticed Connor waving to him, and motioned to Wesley.
The two approached, leaving Gunn to ward off any approaching cars.
As had been planned, the two gave their vests to Fred and Connor, who truth be told, did not look threatening enough to stop traffic.
Both were willow thin with pretty faces. Drivers would most likely ignore them and continue on their way.
But they were better than nothing, and it had already been decided that Angel and Wesley were the right people to be casting the spell, so someone else had to deal with the irate drivers.
Connor pulled the oversized vest over his head and turned to his father for approval.
Angel looked at his son and his Texan housemate critically.
"If they don't listen to you, just call Gunn," he suggested, in such a way that made Connor feel less than adequet.
Connor nodded and walked away from the circle.
Then he abruptly walked back and flung his arms around his fathers neck.
Angel stiffened in surprise, then melted into the hug. If something went wrong, this could be the last time they were together. If something went wrong the newly discovered father/son relationship would be short lived.
Suddenly Angel stiffened again and warmly patted Connor on the back. He'd suddenly realized that everyone was watching them.
Fred with a smile. Anya with interest. Gunn from two lanes over with a raised eyebrow. Wesley with no expression at all.
Connor was less self conscious than his father, and continued to hold on to him for a moment before suddenly releasing him, and walking away without saying a word, or even looking the vampire in the eye.
He'd expressed what he needed to. He didn't need to make it appear as if he were saying goodbye.
He turned away from the trio casting the spell, waiting warily for a car to approach.
Two were coming now.
He used his "Slow down" sign and liberal hand movements to fend them off to the side and into other lanes.
Gunn had commented earlier that their job should be easy because the traffic was unusually slight.
Connor could hear Anya and Wesley chanting, but couldn't make out the words. He couldn't be sure if they were speaking English or not. The spell had begun.
He tried to concentrate on his task, but felt the muscles in his shoulders knotting up as the chanting grew in volume.
He closed his eyes and listened to his senses. Were the words English? Could he smell Gunn's cologne? His fathers hair mousse? Could he hear Fred's racing heart? Could he feel the vibrations of cars disappearing down the freeway?
The vibrations were strange. They were not cars then, but the spell taking effect.
The smell was strange too. Like breath from an old demon.
Demon!
Connor's eyes snapped open. His fists clenched. He remained still as he regarded the creature standing not three inches from him.
Large and blueish, with cracked skin and long dark hair, it smiled at him.
Connor thought fast.
Angel, Wesley and Anya were engrossed in the spell. Gunn and Fred had instinctively stayed together while fending off traffic, standing too far away, and facing the wrong direction to have noticed Connor's dilemma.
"You know, I never expected to see you again!" said the demon in a friendly yet somehow threatening manor.
Connor was reminded of Lorne, but reflected that this demon, while sociable in its tone, did not posses Lorne's natural good will.
Suddenly Connor wondered why the green demon had left the hotel.
"After your little vacation to hell I expected you to be long dead. What is it with this town? Nothing ever goes down how it's supposed to."
"Who are you?" Connor asked through gritted teeth. He glanced at his father to make sure the spell was still going as planned.
"A friend of your foster father's." said the demon with a grin.
"He didn't make friends with demons."
"Oh that's what he told you?" said the demon incredulously, "Well that hurts! For cryin' out loud the man was hypocrisy personified!"
Connor reacted instinctively. He punched the demon in the nose.
To his surprise the demon barely reacted.
"Oh come on! That's all you got boy wonder?" he returned the punch and Connor was on the ground feeling the blood dripping from his nose. Thunder rumbled.
Both boy and demon forgot what they were doing and glanced at the sky.
It began to rain. Sheets of it. It mixed with Connors blood and trickled through his hair.
"Hey!" came Gunn's voice from far away.
Connor barely heard it though because the demon had punched him again. He felt groggy. He couldn't see through the rain. It dripped from his eyelashes.
The demon laughed. "How could such a pathetic little headcase ever be a threat to me? After all this, it's almost too easy!"
He pulled his fist back for a killing blow.
Connor reacted just in time, blocking the blow with the "Slow Down" sign, then using it to jab the demon hard in the torso. It was a move his father had taught him with a quarterstaff a few weeks ago.
Again the demon was barely effected though, and most likely would have killed the boy with the next blow if he hadn't been distracted by Gunn's cry of "Sahjahn!" and the fact that the tall man had flung his arms around the demon's neck in a choke hold.
Connor heard a faint cry of "Charles!" as he tried to get to his feet. But his legs felt like wet paper and somehow seemed to be tangling together, and getting in the way of each other, so he fell back down with a wet thud. His ears were ringing.
Suddenly Fred was colliding into him. She'd been thrown at him by the demon when she'd run to Gunn's defense.
Long, dark, knotted hair was wrapping itself around his fists. He tried to disentangle himself, but Fred was moving too much and he just ended up pulling at her head.
"Ak!" she cried.
Sounds of the fight between Gunn and Sahjahn continued. Connor could hear the demon laughing, punctuated with the occasional grunt from Gunn. It was not encouraging.
"Who is Sahjahn?" he murmured softly, feeling darkness invade his mind. He'd be unconscious in a moment.
Which was why he was not terribly surprised to see a shining light rise up at the edge of his vision.
He starred at it's beauty mesmerized. It was as if time had stopped, and the light was all there was.
"What's that?" he heard the demon ask, followed by a thud and the sound of Gunn gasping through water. Reality had come rushing back.
The bulky form of the demon blocked Connor's view of the light for a second and he craned his neck for a better view.
That's when he remembered.
The spell!
Sahjahn was going to ruin the spell!
The light was the portal that his father needed to jump through. If Anya and Wesley broke the circle before his father could bring Cordelia back, Angel would be trapped in the past forever. "Frozen in the instant," was the way that Wesley had described it. Connor wasn't sure, but he thought it sounded worse than being trapped in a box in the ocean forever.
"Nooo!" he cried out, too softly for anyone but Fred to hear. His voice didn't seem to be working the way it should.
Sahjahn said a word that reverberated through the rain soaked air.. It wasn't English, but it was short and to the point, and whatever it was, it made the light change from holy white, to blood red.
"No," Conner said again.
He heard a scream, and slowly realized that it was his father. The scream was cut off abruptly.
He heard Sahjahn laugh.
"How will ya protect him now ya big dumbass!" the demon cried gleefully.
Fred was untangling her hair and managed to remove herself from Connor, giving him a clearer view of the proceedings.
Sahjahn was standing triumphantly over Wesley and Anya. Wesley's glasses were off, the water had to have been blinding him while he wore them. His face was pale and shocked.
Anya was looking at Sahjahn in mild terror.
Angel was nowhere to be seen.
The circle was most definitely broken.
And the whole scene was bathed in an eery red light, scattered by the rain.
Fred was crying over an immobile Gunn. He was still alive. Connor could sense the beating heart. But he wasn't sure if Fred was aware of this.
More light entered the scene near the portal as Anya teleported.
For a moment Connor was furious, assuming that the vengeance demon was making her escape.
But then she reappeared behind Sahjahn and shoved him toward the portal just as it began to close.
The demon did not disappear as Angel must have done only seconds earlier, the portal was no longer big enough for that.
Instead he was thrown back by the energies and slumped to the road unconscious.
The portal closed.
"Take that you irritating big blue demon!" cried Anya.
The cry was followed by the empty sound of falling rain.
Those still conscious were trying to come to terms with what had just occurred.
Angel was lost.
Cordy was still missing.
Gunn was not moving.
Neither was Sahjahn.
Suddenly Connor grasped the yellow "Slow Down" sign in his bony fist.
He stood, and with an expression of pure fury on his face marched to the unconscious demon and plunged the sign into it's heart.
It didn't move, but Connor sensed its death. Handy skill.
He stared. There was something morbidly comical about a dead demon with a "Slow Down" sign sticking out of its chest. But no one laughed. Connor's own breath was coming out in gasps.
For a long time no one moved.
The rain continued to fall.
"I think she needs help," said Anya finally.
Connor wondered who "she" was for a moment before noticing the crumpled heap of soaked cloth lying on the road. It shivered and sobbed, and he realized that it was in fact a tiny human girl.
Had she come from the portal?
L.A, 2002 (6 months earlier).
Cordelia felt her body grow light as the familiar feeling having the ground taken out from under her feet came to her.
She looked down to find that she was floating. Only this time she was continuing to rise, rather than floating right back on down as she had in the past.
She was filled with apprehension. Hope. Sadness. Longing.
She knew that she would never see Angel again. That she would never be able tell him what she felt. To find out if her feelings were mutual.
She knew he would be going mad with frustration trying to figure out what the hell had happened to her. She imagined him brooding as he realized that she would not be coming back. Would she be presumed dead?
She wanted to sit the vampire down and explain to him what was happening. It made her heart ache to think that he would be waiting for her at point Dume. Even more that he might believe she had abandoned him.
She continued to rise.
Suddenly a feeling of wrongness came over her.
She looked down and it dawned on her just how far away the ground was.
If the PTB dropped her now she'd be jelly on the road. And she wouldn't put it past them either.
"Skip!" she cried out.
No one replied.
She'd stopped rising though. She'd stopped, and she was trapped about a mile from the earth.
She panicked.
"SKIP!!!" she cried again, "Oh God oh God oh God!"
To her horror the air around her seemed to crackle.
Red bits of lightning were appearing so close that they singed her skin.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, slapping a hand down on her arm where the first one hit.
"Okay, guys! This isn't funny! In fact it's not even remotely amusing! You do want me on your team right? This is not the best way to recruit people!"
Fear cut through her as she yelled.
Another lightning bolt struck.
"You're scaring me!" She screamed.
And at that moment the air around her exploded into red light, and she found herself flying through a tunnel.
After barely a second to think about and deal with this she collided with something large and black.
She grabbed onto it, desperate to cling to something solid, and belatedly realized that it was actually a black coat with a man inside it.
Together they continued to fly through the tunnel, red lightning scorching them both, and Cordelia managed to move herself so that she was holding onto the man's neck, head placed firmly on his shoulder.. Her legs wrapped around his as she cried in fear. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist and realized with a start that this was Angel she was clinging to.
She buried her nose in his neck and the smell of his cologne confirmed it.
She wanted to say something, but the deafening rush around them prevented it. Another lightning bolt cut across her back and she sobbed. Angel gripped her tighter.
The wind twisted them through the air.
Suddenly it tore them apart.
Cordelia caught a quick glimps of the vampire stretching his arms out in a desperate attempt to get her back, before the current stole him away.
And then it was over.
She collapsed in pain on the hard wood floor.
The world turned black.
TBC
Okay, I know it's a bit shorter than usual, but I kinda wanted to get this chapter over with so that I could get to the fun parts with everybody stranded in the wrong time period.
Yes that was Cordy in the church.
Don't worry, I won't burn her at the stake. I like her too much for that.
As usual please review. It only takes few seconds, but it gets me motivated so I be quicker with the getting up of new chapters.
Thanks to all those who have reviewed it already. You guys rock!
And special thanks to Angelfirenze who just keeps em comin' every chapter. Thanks dude!
I'll try to get the next one up soon!
