Title: Family Matters part 3: The E-mails
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: spam@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: In LA, a mysterious woman is taking over the hotel. Meanwhile, things keep happening.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Fred/Gunn, others later.
Spoilers: For the ends of Buffy season 6 and Angel season 3. Also contains some things gathered from spoilers on seasons 7 and 4 respectively.
Warnings: Pre-slash, unusual Mary-Sue.
Author Notes: This is Mary-Sue. I freely admit it. But it's not quite the normal kind.
Story Notes: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss etc gets it, I get nothing, not even chocolate money.
Cordy,
I'm hoping this will get to you before we do. I think we need Angel's help- Drusilla's been chipped, she's probably on the way to LA, and I'd kind of like for us to find her.
Willow.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Can't you drive any faster, Xander?"
"No, Willow. If you want to drive, you can, but please stop asking me to go faster."
"Sorry." Willow sinks back in her seat, and tries to concentrate on looking out the window. It's hard work, because she can't see anything in the dark.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ranguger? Rangy? Spike?" Gunn yells. "I could kind of use some help here!"
Ranguger comes running down the stairs. "Did you find them?"
"Yes, and then some. I now have two angry vampires and and scared humanm teenager with the fighting skills of a marshel arts expert in my truck. The poor girl's in real danger!"
"The girl?" Ranguger frowns, demon-style, sticking his tounge out and wrinkling his nose.
"My truck," Gunn explains. "Come on, let's get them chained up and indoors."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"But you are a demon too!"
"Yes, but I am going to cook you a meal," Ranguger explains, patienly, to the frightened human child. "You are hungry, and we are going to go and cook something for you to eat. is that not a good idea?"
Finally, the young man nods. "Food is good," he says.
"Then let's go. Do you like- toppings on bread, um, pizza?"
"I don't know. Is it good to eat?"
"My mistress says so."
"Is she human?"
"As near as makes no odds."
"Then I'll try some." The man-boy who calls himself Steven smiles, and Ranguager does his best to mimic the gesture. 'No sense in scaring him by smiling as you or I would,' agrees the voice in his mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later:
Coming through the double doors, the first thing Drusilla sees is her Childe, asleep on the central seats. The second thing she sees is Gunn and Fred, leaning against the counter and kissing.
She claps her hands and giggles. "I like the show!" she says. "Spike, why aren't you watching?"
Fred breaks the kiss, and both she and Gunn open their eyes, looking horrified. William keeps his eyes shut and groans, as quietly as he can, thankful that when you've got no breath without making an effort, you can groan very quietly.
"Well? Spike?"
Before anyone can reply, someone else bangs through the doors. "Oi! You! You can't just leave like that, without paying! Excuse me, people, this here girl's gotta pay for her ride!"
Gunn recovers his senses. "It's alright, I'll pay," he says, hoping that he can get the money out Alice later. "How much?"
While he settles Drusilla's taxi fare from Sunnydale, Fred approaches her. "You must be one of Alice's relations, right?" she says.
"That's right. Hey, Dru, honey." William stands and steps over to them.
"You know her?"
"Kind of. She's my Sire, remember the drill?"
"Oh, of course," Fred replies, remembering Alice's list of names. "So this is Drusilla?"
"That's me. Is the human with the noisy car gone now? He was nice, but I couldn't bite him."
"The taxi driver's gone, yes," Gunn tells her. "This could be the wrong question to ask, but why couldn't you bite him?"
A laptop beeps from its coner, and Fred goes to see why.
"She got chipped, like me," William informs Gunn. "Do you need a rest, baby? Or do you want me to explain now? I guess we'd better tell Alice you're here."
"Who's Alice?"
"I guess that means explain now. You remember your Grandmum, Darla, right? Well."
"Oh!" Fred exclaimes, from her laptop corner. "I don't suppose I can stop them now."
"Willow's coming after her lover, is she? Typical," William mutters.
"Willow's coming, yes," Fred says, frowning, "But she's coming after Drusilla."
"That's right." William grins at Fred's expression, glad he got the chance to relay that piece of news. Being the messenger is a habit it's hard to break.
"Oh." Fred looks at Gunn, realisation dawning. "Willow and Drusilla are.you know. but I thought vampires.with their Sires.Angel and Darla."
"Normally we do." William's grin widens into something undeinably Spikeish. "I and Dru did, and Dru and Angel, and me and Angel, and Darla and Angel, and me 'n' Darla, 'n' Darla 'n'.do ya want me to go on?" Gunn's expression is so clearly reable as 'Stop giving my girlfriend emotionally scarring mental pictures, or I'll stake you,' that William actually puts up his hands.
"I'm stopping, I'm stopping," he says. "Come on, Dru, let's take you to meet Grandmama mark 2. Assuming she can take a break from her herbs and whatnot."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You are hungry, young man. Three pizzas is more than even my newphew Jatra can eat in one sitting. What name do you prefer, by the way? I have heard you called Connor and Alex, but you introduced yourself as Steven."
"My name's Steven. I won't take anything given to me by a demon."
"Indeed. No offence, and I really don't want you to try giving it back, but you took pizza from me easily enough."
Steven swallows hard and looks at Ranguger. "That's different," he mumbles.
"If you say so. I think we should go and see how the lady Alice is getting on. I suspect the spell should be nearly ready by now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the ballroom, two chained vampires come round.
"Darla? I thought you'd been staked."
"Master? Forgive me- yes, I was. The human lawyers brought me back from the dead, as human, to torment Angelus- Angel, he calls himself now."
"But you're a vampire again now?"
"Yes. My human body was dying- you know that- so they brought in Drusilla to turn me."
"And the boy who was with you? Another Childe?"
"No, he's human- my son."
In the next room, with Ranguger standing close by, Alice chants the final words of the spell. The Orb glows and goes dark.
The two vampires scream.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
On the beach at LA's edge, another vampire crawls out of the water and begins to head for the hotel. With only two hours to go before dawn, he will have to work hard to reach his destination in time, but there is no other choice.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As a blue-skinned demon tucks his mistress into bed, watched carefully from the doorway by the rest of the gathering tribe, Alice whisphers, her voice harsh from chanting, "Angelus is coming. Fetch him to safety before dawn. No snow storms today."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In one of the darker streets, a truck takes the corner much too fast.
"Slow down! It's not often I say this, damn you, slow down!" William- well, the word that springs to Gunn's mind is 'squeals'. He has a nasty feeling that Cordelia and Spike will get along all too well.
He slows the truck a little. "Not far now!" William says. "I can feel him." he opens the door of the truck before Gunn can stop it completely, and leans down, scooping a pile of skin, bones and wet rags into the cabin. "Now get a move on" We've got to get the Great Poof here home before the sun gets up, idiot!"
"No pleasing some folks," Gunn mutters sourly, but he puts his foot down again and speeds them homewards.
The suddenness of it overtakes Angel, and all he can do is cough once, spitting sea water all over Gunn's uphostlery, before passing out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the airport, Rupert snatchs up his one bag and pushes through the crowd, his natural British politeness smuthered for once by his need to find his lover. The taxi driver looks at him a little oddly when he says he wants to Hyperion- Joe said something was odd about a woman he'd taken there- but he figured a fare was a fare.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Are you sure you can't go any faster?"
"Yes, and Willow, please don't raise your voice. Buffy's asleep."
"Xander?"
"Yes?"
"I don't like this car. It's too slow."
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: spam@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: In LA, a mysterious woman is taking over the hotel. Meanwhile, things keep happening.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Fred/Gunn, others later.
Spoilers: For the ends of Buffy season 6 and Angel season 3. Also contains some things gathered from spoilers on seasons 7 and 4 respectively.
Warnings: Pre-slash, unusual Mary-Sue.
Author Notes: This is Mary-Sue. I freely admit it. But it's not quite the normal kind.
Story Notes: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss etc gets it, I get nothing, not even chocolate money.
Cordy,
I'm hoping this will get to you before we do. I think we need Angel's help- Drusilla's been chipped, she's probably on the way to LA, and I'd kind of like for us to find her.
Willow.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Can't you drive any faster, Xander?"
"No, Willow. If you want to drive, you can, but please stop asking me to go faster."
"Sorry." Willow sinks back in her seat, and tries to concentrate on looking out the window. It's hard work, because she can't see anything in the dark.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ranguger? Rangy? Spike?" Gunn yells. "I could kind of use some help here!"
Ranguger comes running down the stairs. "Did you find them?"
"Yes, and then some. I now have two angry vampires and and scared humanm teenager with the fighting skills of a marshel arts expert in my truck. The poor girl's in real danger!"
"The girl?" Ranguger frowns, demon-style, sticking his tounge out and wrinkling his nose.
"My truck," Gunn explains. "Come on, let's get them chained up and indoors."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"But you are a demon too!"
"Yes, but I am going to cook you a meal," Ranguger explains, patienly, to the frightened human child. "You are hungry, and we are going to go and cook something for you to eat. is that not a good idea?"
Finally, the young man nods. "Food is good," he says.
"Then let's go. Do you like- toppings on bread, um, pizza?"
"I don't know. Is it good to eat?"
"My mistress says so."
"Is she human?"
"As near as makes no odds."
"Then I'll try some." The man-boy who calls himself Steven smiles, and Ranguager does his best to mimic the gesture. 'No sense in scaring him by smiling as you or I would,' agrees the voice in his mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later:
Coming through the double doors, the first thing Drusilla sees is her Childe, asleep on the central seats. The second thing she sees is Gunn and Fred, leaning against the counter and kissing.
She claps her hands and giggles. "I like the show!" she says. "Spike, why aren't you watching?"
Fred breaks the kiss, and both she and Gunn open their eyes, looking horrified. William keeps his eyes shut and groans, as quietly as he can, thankful that when you've got no breath without making an effort, you can groan very quietly.
"Well? Spike?"
Before anyone can reply, someone else bangs through the doors. "Oi! You! You can't just leave like that, without paying! Excuse me, people, this here girl's gotta pay for her ride!"
Gunn recovers his senses. "It's alright, I'll pay," he says, hoping that he can get the money out Alice later. "How much?"
While he settles Drusilla's taxi fare from Sunnydale, Fred approaches her. "You must be one of Alice's relations, right?" she says.
"That's right. Hey, Dru, honey." William stands and steps over to them.
"You know her?"
"Kind of. She's my Sire, remember the drill?"
"Oh, of course," Fred replies, remembering Alice's list of names. "So this is Drusilla?"
"That's me. Is the human with the noisy car gone now? He was nice, but I couldn't bite him."
"The taxi driver's gone, yes," Gunn tells her. "This could be the wrong question to ask, but why couldn't you bite him?"
A laptop beeps from its coner, and Fred goes to see why.
"She got chipped, like me," William informs Gunn. "Do you need a rest, baby? Or do you want me to explain now? I guess we'd better tell Alice you're here."
"Who's Alice?"
"I guess that means explain now. You remember your Grandmum, Darla, right? Well."
"Oh!" Fred exclaimes, from her laptop corner. "I don't suppose I can stop them now."
"Willow's coming after her lover, is she? Typical," William mutters.
"Willow's coming, yes," Fred says, frowning, "But she's coming after Drusilla."
"That's right." William grins at Fred's expression, glad he got the chance to relay that piece of news. Being the messenger is a habit it's hard to break.
"Oh." Fred looks at Gunn, realisation dawning. "Willow and Drusilla are.you know. but I thought vampires.with their Sires.Angel and Darla."
"Normally we do." William's grin widens into something undeinably Spikeish. "I and Dru did, and Dru and Angel, and me and Angel, and Darla and Angel, and me 'n' Darla, 'n' Darla 'n'.do ya want me to go on?" Gunn's expression is so clearly reable as 'Stop giving my girlfriend emotionally scarring mental pictures, or I'll stake you,' that William actually puts up his hands.
"I'm stopping, I'm stopping," he says. "Come on, Dru, let's take you to meet Grandmama mark 2. Assuming she can take a break from her herbs and whatnot."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You are hungry, young man. Three pizzas is more than even my newphew Jatra can eat in one sitting. What name do you prefer, by the way? I have heard you called Connor and Alex, but you introduced yourself as Steven."
"My name's Steven. I won't take anything given to me by a demon."
"Indeed. No offence, and I really don't want you to try giving it back, but you took pizza from me easily enough."
Steven swallows hard and looks at Ranguger. "That's different," he mumbles.
"If you say so. I think we should go and see how the lady Alice is getting on. I suspect the spell should be nearly ready by now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the ballroom, two chained vampires come round.
"Darla? I thought you'd been staked."
"Master? Forgive me- yes, I was. The human lawyers brought me back from the dead, as human, to torment Angelus- Angel, he calls himself now."
"But you're a vampire again now?"
"Yes. My human body was dying- you know that- so they brought in Drusilla to turn me."
"And the boy who was with you? Another Childe?"
"No, he's human- my son."
In the next room, with Ranguger standing close by, Alice chants the final words of the spell. The Orb glows and goes dark.
The two vampires scream.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
On the beach at LA's edge, another vampire crawls out of the water and begins to head for the hotel. With only two hours to go before dawn, he will have to work hard to reach his destination in time, but there is no other choice.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As a blue-skinned demon tucks his mistress into bed, watched carefully from the doorway by the rest of the gathering tribe, Alice whisphers, her voice harsh from chanting, "Angelus is coming. Fetch him to safety before dawn. No snow storms today."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In one of the darker streets, a truck takes the corner much too fast.
"Slow down! It's not often I say this, damn you, slow down!" William- well, the word that springs to Gunn's mind is 'squeals'. He has a nasty feeling that Cordelia and Spike will get along all too well.
He slows the truck a little. "Not far now!" William says. "I can feel him." he opens the door of the truck before Gunn can stop it completely, and leans down, scooping a pile of skin, bones and wet rags into the cabin. "Now get a move on" We've got to get the Great Poof here home before the sun gets up, idiot!"
"No pleasing some folks," Gunn mutters sourly, but he puts his foot down again and speeds them homewards.
The suddenness of it overtakes Angel, and all he can do is cough once, spitting sea water all over Gunn's uphostlery, before passing out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the airport, Rupert snatchs up his one bag and pushes through the crowd, his natural British politeness smuthered for once by his need to find his lover. The taxi driver looks at him a little oddly when he says he wants to Hyperion- Joe said something was odd about a woman he'd taken there- but he figured a fare was a fare.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Are you sure you can't go any faster?"
"Yes, and Willow, please don't raise your voice. Buffy's asleep."
"Xander?"
"Yes?"
"I don't like this car. It's too slow."