There was sharp knock on the door. Dawn got up from the couch and hurried
over and opened the door. She stood on the porch her dark blonde hair
pulled back from her face. Her long skirt billowing in the soft night
breeze. She looked up when the door opened.
"Hi Dawny" she said.
"Hey come on in" Dawn replied as she stepped out of the doorway.
The two girls walked into the house, and made there way to the
kitchen. Dawn opened the fridge and looking around inside again.
"Sorry Tara, I'd offer you something but the cupboard's bare, Buffy
and Willow haven't gonna shopping a while." Dawn said with a shrug.
"That's ok" Tara said with a nod.
"You sure?" Dawn asked.
"Yeah, have you eaten yet?" Tara replied.
"No" Dawn said.
"well then let's go grab something to eat." Tara responded.
Dawn grinned and grabbed her jacket, flipping off the lights and
locking the front door behind them.
* * *
The sound of the door buzzing snapped her out of her reverie. Faith barely registered the walk back to her cell. So much had happened since she'd been locked up. Buffy died, again. Angel and Darla had a son, and Wes betrayed Angel and cost him that son. She sighed as she climbed into bed and closed her eyes. The light went out and she drifted off to sleep. Faith tossed and turned for what seemed like hours nightmare images playing behind her eyelids. Off in the distance she heard an Alarm ringing. The ring grew closer and closer. Her eyes snapped opened. As her senses began to focus she realized the door to her cell was open and the ring was all around her, pounding in her eyes. She felt a strong hand clamp a rag over her mouth and nose. A sickly sweet stench filled her mouth and coated her throat. She struggled as best she could, but disturbing numbness began to spread from her lungs. It encompassed her muscles and she began to see large black spots swim across her vision. The spots continued to get bigger, eventually blocking out her sight. Her mind slipped back to sleep. Before the last of her senses left her she felt herself get picked up off her bed and carried out into the night.
* * *
Willow dug her keys out of her pocket as she approached the dark house. She was happy to be home and away from Anya and her bridal magazine. She shuddered remembering the last dress Anya proudly pointed. She was beginning to regret agreeing to being a bridesmaid. Her key turned in the lock and the door swung open quietly. Her hand groped around the wall for the light switch. Finding it at last she flicked it up and walked through the door* "Honey I'm home!!!" She announced brightly with a smile. Her face fell when silence greeted her. She took off her coat and hung it by the door. She turned back locking the door before heading upstairs. She stopped at Dawn's door and opened quietly. She peered into the empty room and sighed. She walked down the hall to her room. She changed into her pajamas and sat on the bed. She glanced around the room and sighed again. Picking up her book from the night stand she began to read. Not long after she dozed off.
* * *
Cordelia sat behind her desk staring at the phone. She drummed her nails absently on the desk as she mentally urged the phone to ring. "Who you waitin' for to call?" Fred asked from the doorway. Cordelia looked up at her and blinked. She looked back to the phone and then at Fred. "I expect a couple of calls actually." Cordelia said. "Really?" Fred asked with a raise of her eyebrows. "Yes, either Willow's going to call back, or the police are going to call and let me know it's time for us to go bail Angel and the moron squad out of jail." Cordelia said not keeping the annoyance from her voice. "Oh." Fred responded. Cordelia sighed and went back to staring at the phone. Fred shrugged and went back the lobby. She paced back and forth. All her thoughts were of Angel and Connor and how happy they'd all be when this was over. She jumped when phone rang, and cocked her head to side listening to Cordelia answer it. "Hello Angel Investigations. We help the helpless" she said into the phone. "Hey next time tell me it's a wrong number before I give the whole speech!!!" Cordelia snapped. She Slammed the phone down. "Some people."
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A/N sorry it took me so long to update. I'm going to try and do it on a more regular basis, provided life doesn't go and get all wonky again.
* * *
The sound of the door buzzing snapped her out of her reverie. Faith barely registered the walk back to her cell. So much had happened since she'd been locked up. Buffy died, again. Angel and Darla had a son, and Wes betrayed Angel and cost him that son. She sighed as she climbed into bed and closed her eyes. The light went out and she drifted off to sleep. Faith tossed and turned for what seemed like hours nightmare images playing behind her eyelids. Off in the distance she heard an Alarm ringing. The ring grew closer and closer. Her eyes snapped opened. As her senses began to focus she realized the door to her cell was open and the ring was all around her, pounding in her eyes. She felt a strong hand clamp a rag over her mouth and nose. A sickly sweet stench filled her mouth and coated her throat. She struggled as best she could, but disturbing numbness began to spread from her lungs. It encompassed her muscles and she began to see large black spots swim across her vision. The spots continued to get bigger, eventually blocking out her sight. Her mind slipped back to sleep. Before the last of her senses left her she felt herself get picked up off her bed and carried out into the night.
* * *
Willow dug her keys out of her pocket as she approached the dark house. She was happy to be home and away from Anya and her bridal magazine. She shuddered remembering the last dress Anya proudly pointed. She was beginning to regret agreeing to being a bridesmaid. Her key turned in the lock and the door swung open quietly. Her hand groped around the wall for the light switch. Finding it at last she flicked it up and walked through the door* "Honey I'm home!!!" She announced brightly with a smile. Her face fell when silence greeted her. She took off her coat and hung it by the door. She turned back locking the door before heading upstairs. She stopped at Dawn's door and opened quietly. She peered into the empty room and sighed. She walked down the hall to her room. She changed into her pajamas and sat on the bed. She glanced around the room and sighed again. Picking up her book from the night stand she began to read. Not long after she dozed off.
* * *
Cordelia sat behind her desk staring at the phone. She drummed her nails absently on the desk as she mentally urged the phone to ring. "Who you waitin' for to call?" Fred asked from the doorway. Cordelia looked up at her and blinked. She looked back to the phone and then at Fred. "I expect a couple of calls actually." Cordelia said. "Really?" Fred asked with a raise of her eyebrows. "Yes, either Willow's going to call back, or the police are going to call and let me know it's time for us to go bail Angel and the moron squad out of jail." Cordelia said not keeping the annoyance from her voice. "Oh." Fred responded. Cordelia sighed and went back to staring at the phone. Fred shrugged and went back the lobby. She paced back and forth. All her thoughts were of Angel and Connor and how happy they'd all be when this was over. She jumped when phone rang, and cocked her head to side listening to Cordelia answer it. "Hello Angel Investigations. We help the helpless" she said into the phone. "Hey next time tell me it's a wrong number before I give the whole speech!!!" Cordelia snapped. She Slammed the phone down. "Some people."
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A/N sorry it took me so long to update. I'm going to try and do it on a more regular basis, provided life doesn't go and get all wonky again.
