Author: Cordy's Angel
Title: Lost Loves
Email: lacityofangel@hotmail.com and hotweelz79@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Pairing: A/C F/G and F/W
Summary: In a house where nothing is as it seems, can the Fang Gang solve the mystery before history starts repeating itself.
Feedback: Buffy: Feedback? Willow: Yes Please!
Disclaimer: We don't own them that privilege goes to Joss and David who get to work with them all day long! By the way if you are Joss or David or anyone connected with the show for that matter and like our ideas drop us a line the email addresses are up the top!
Distribution: Again if you're connected with the show, you already know, addys at the top, everyone else, just ask we don't bite.
Author's Notes:
Hey Ya'll its me jilly_bean6...Back for another wild story! ENJOY!!
Angeliccordy here! Told you we'd be back, well I don't think I did, but you can't get rid of us that easily. Thanks to everyone of you who sent us feedback on our last story 'Family Affair.' We loved it! So here we are again, with our second story together 'Lost Loves' read, review and ENJOY!!!
Chapter One: 'You Must Be Those Investigators.'
It had been, yet another, unbelievably slow night at Angel Investigations. Cordy hadn't had a vision in a day or so and the walk in clients seemed to be nonexistent. They each slouched here and there around the old Hyperion Hotel, boredom slowly overtaking them. Even Angel, who was very rarely affected by the boredom bug, was finding sitting around the hotel far from relaxing. However, the sound of the old wooden doors slowly creaking open, had everyone sitting anxiously on the edge of their seats.
From behind the large, solid doors appeared a young couple in their early twenties. Timidly they made their way towards the awaiting members of Angel Investigations.
'Is.Is this Angel Investigations?' asked the young man.
'Yes, can we help you?' Wesley asked, taking his role as leader.
'We hope so.' The young woman replied.
'What seems to be the problem?' asked Angel.
'You specialise in the supernatural?' the young man asked, making sure he had the right place.
'The more supernatural the better in our books.' Cordy spoke up.
'Why don't you take a seat.' Wesley said leading them to the couch.
'Thank you.'
'Now, if you'd like to tell us what seems to be the problem we can see how we can help.' Wesley said sitting down opposite them. Cordelia grabbed a notebook and pen.
'Well, we recently came into ownership of an old house that belonged to a dear friend. We decided to move in and had all of our belongings sent to the house. We moved in a day or two ago, and that's when things started happening.'
'What things?' asked Gunn.
'Well, we heard voices in the middle of the night and things have been moved. And on more than one occasion we have seen a woman dressed in, what seems to be, maybe 17th century clothing wandering aimlessly around the house.'
'It sounds like a standard haunting, however, we will have to see the house in question before we make such a judgement.' Wesley said speaking up.
'Of course, we've packed a bag and will be staying with relatives for a few days, so the house is yours.'
'We'll get to work right away.'
Handing Wesley an envelope, he spoke up. 'All the information you need is in here. What little history we have about the house and the address, the groundskeeper will let you in tomorrow evening, and then he's off to visit family so you will be alone in the house. Our contact numbers are also in there so you can reach us when you need to.'
After saying their goodbyes the couple left and Angel Investigations got to work. Wesley and Fred hit the books, researching the paranormal, while Cordy did an Internet search on the old house. And Angel and Gunn started packing up a few weapons if the occasion called for it. After all ghosts might not be all that they run into.
After their late night researching session and coming up with very little information, they all went home, got a few hours sleep and packed a few things. They had no idea how long they would be in the house, so it was better to be prepared. They all met back at The Hyperion early the next evening and crammed into the GTX convertible.
The house was located in a small town named Carlisle, but upon arriving they noticed that the house was far from any others. If walked it would take a least twenty minutes before you would come across anything that could be classed as civilisation. It was fairly dark now as Angel pulled the car up through the big iron gates that surrounded the grounds. They all exited the car and looked up at the house looming over them, the wind had picked up and it looked as if a storm was heading their way.
'You must be those investigators.' Came a gruff, husky voice.
Startled they all jumped toward where the voice had come from. A man in his late fifties early sixties, stood at the gate holding a shovel, dressed in trousers, a shirt and a padded jacket. Wearing a flat cap and a pair of green wellington boots that finished off the groundskeeper's ensemble.
'Ah, yes, we're Angel Investigations, you were expecting us.' Wesley spoke up.
The groundskeeper looked at them.
'A strange bunch aren't ya.'
'We get the job done.' Gunn said suddenly feeling very defensive.
'No doubt you will, that's what they all say at first.'
'Who say?' asked Angel.
'Just the owners before hand. They move in and that's when the trouble starts, they say they can handle what goes on inside that house,' he said glancing at the house, 'but they always move out and sell up.'
'You worked here, for the previous owners?' Wesley asked.
'For some of them, but I don't want to know what goes on in there. I'm paid to keep the grounds, I don't ask questions.'
The groundskeeper then turned and started walking towards the house.
'Get your things, I'll show you in.'
Gunn went and opened the trunk and started unloading the bags.
'I'm not sure about this guys, I mean, yeah I lived in another dimension for five years, that was run by demons but I didn't have an option there.' Fred yammered on.
'It's okay Fred, I live with a ghost remember, sure he isn't evil and chasing tenants out of their homes. Although his mother did try and kill me, on more than one occasion.'
'Thanks Cordy, you've been a real help.' Said Fred as she started to worry more.
'What I mean is, we have Angel with us, super vamp an all. And a bag full of weapons.' She said pointing to Angel who smiled.
'Thanks, I do feel better know.' She said smiling.
'Glad I could help.' Cordy replied.
'Well we'd better get going.' Said Gunn as they followed the groundskeeper into the house.
'Hey I'm super vamp.' Angel said to Gunn, smiling again.
'Man, Wesley's right, you are a dork.'
'Hey.' Angel said stopping while the rest of them carried on.
They entered the house through a large solid oak door, that creaked with age as it was slowly pushed open.
'Man, it looks like we just walked onto the set of one of those cheesy horror flicks.' Gunn whispered to the group.
They continued inside the house where the entrance led into a large lobby where a piano sat as the main feature, along with an enormous fireplace. A candelabra sat on top of the piano as the only light in the room.
'There isn't any electricity as the storm blew the power a day ago. There are plenty of candles around though, out the back in the kitchen. And the logs for the fire wood are outside the kitchen door.'
'Ah, yes thank you.' Wesley said as they followed the groundskeeper further into the house.
'Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your rooms.' He walked up the grand staircase, holding the candelabra high as the others followed.
They walked along a dark corridor, lit only by the candles that were guiding them through the house. They soon stopped outside of a door.
'There are three rooms here, next to each other, the others are a little further away.'
'Why don't we three take these rooms and get settled in.' Wesley said as he and Gunn picked up Fred's bags.
'Sure go ahead.' Cordy replied, as she and Angel followed the groundskeeper to their rooms.
They walked up a small flight of steps at the end of the corridor and took a right turn, where they stopped outside of a large door.
'This was the Mistress's suite, it joins on to another room right next door and there's a shared bathroom.' He said lighting some of the candles in the room.
Cordelia could hardly believe her eyes, the room was beautiful. It had big deep maroon drapes that swept across the window and gracefully piled at the floor. In the centre of the room, against the far wall was a huge four- poster bed, with similar drapes as the window. There was also an antique dressing table with a mirror and a stool covered in the same drapes. They carried on into the joining bathroom, which was sophisticated and much bigger than Cordelia could have ever dreamed. The joining bedroom was much like the first only the drapes were different in colour and design.
'I hope you find everything to your liking. If that will be all, I shall be leaving.' The groundskeeper said turning to them.
'Everything's fine, thank you for your help.' Angel said as the old man left the room, shutting the doors behind him.
'Oh my god can you believe this!' Cordy yelled as she grabbed Angel in a bear hug.
'It's definitely something isn't it.' He said looking down at her as she let go.
'Which room do you want?' she asked him.
'Which room do you want?' he asked back.
'The first one, is that okay?'
'Go ahead.'
'Thank you.' She said as she ran into her room, lay down on the bed and sighed. She could get use to this.
'Maybe we should go see how the other's are settling in, they don't know where our rooms are.' Angel said.
'Sure.' Said Cordy as she picked up a candle and they left the room.
In the three rooms they had found candles had already been lit for their arrival. Wesley and Gunn had each taken an end room, placing Fred safely between the two. And she certainly wasn't complaining. Their rooms we're tastefully decorated, each holding a large bed and dressing table, also a joining bathroom. They had settled their belongings into the rooms and then all met back at Fred's room.
'Maybe we should go look for Cordy and Angel.' Fred said, knowing she would be much happier when they were all together again.
'I don't see why not, their rooms can't be far from here.' Wesley said as they each picked up a candelabra and exited the room.
'Which way do we go?' asked Fred.
'I say this way.' Gunn said pointing down the corridor.
Agreeing they all made their way down the corridor and around the corner.
'I'm sure this is where their rooms are.' Cordy said as they looked around the dark corridor. They had been looking for the room for the last twenty minutes and had yet to find them or their friends.
'These corridors all look alike.' Angel spoke up.
'Is that them over there?' she asked grabbing his arm.
'Where?'
'Over there.' She pointed and Angel raised the candelabra. At the end of the corridor there was a figure. She stopped walking and turned towards them.
'Cordy,' Angel paused. 'I don't think that's them.' Cordelia's grip on his arm grew tighter.
Summary: In a house where nothing is as it seems, can the Fang Gang solve the mystery before history starts repeating itself.
Feedback: Buffy: Feedback? Willow: Yes Please!
Disclaimer: We don't own them that privilege goes to Joss and David who get to work with them all day long! By the way if you are Joss or David or anyone connected with the show for that matter and like our ideas drop us a line the email addresses are up the top!
Distribution: Again if you're connected with the show, you already know, addys at the top, everyone else, just ask we don't bite.
Author's Notes:
Hey Ya'll its me jilly_bean6...Back for another wild story! ENJOY!!
Angeliccordy here! Told you we'd be back, well I don't think I did, but you can't get rid of us that easily. Thanks to everyone of you who sent us feedback on our last story 'Family Affair.' We loved it! So here we are again, with our second story together 'Lost Loves' read, review and ENJOY!!!
Chapter One: 'You Must Be Those Investigators.'
It had been, yet another, unbelievably slow night at Angel Investigations. Cordy hadn't had a vision in a day or so and the walk in clients seemed to be nonexistent. They each slouched here and there around the old Hyperion Hotel, boredom slowly overtaking them. Even Angel, who was very rarely affected by the boredom bug, was finding sitting around the hotel far from relaxing. However, the sound of the old wooden doors slowly creaking open, had everyone sitting anxiously on the edge of their seats.
From behind the large, solid doors appeared a young couple in their early twenties. Timidly they made their way towards the awaiting members of Angel Investigations.
'Is.Is this Angel Investigations?' asked the young man.
'Yes, can we help you?' Wesley asked, taking his role as leader.
'We hope so.' The young woman replied.
'What seems to be the problem?' asked Angel.
'You specialise in the supernatural?' the young man asked, making sure he had the right place.
'The more supernatural the better in our books.' Cordy spoke up.
'Why don't you take a seat.' Wesley said leading them to the couch.
'Thank you.'
'Now, if you'd like to tell us what seems to be the problem we can see how we can help.' Wesley said sitting down opposite them. Cordelia grabbed a notebook and pen.
'Well, we recently came into ownership of an old house that belonged to a dear friend. We decided to move in and had all of our belongings sent to the house. We moved in a day or two ago, and that's when things started happening.'
'What things?' asked Gunn.
'Well, we heard voices in the middle of the night and things have been moved. And on more than one occasion we have seen a woman dressed in, what seems to be, maybe 17th century clothing wandering aimlessly around the house.'
'It sounds like a standard haunting, however, we will have to see the house in question before we make such a judgement.' Wesley said speaking up.
'Of course, we've packed a bag and will be staying with relatives for a few days, so the house is yours.'
'We'll get to work right away.'
Handing Wesley an envelope, he spoke up. 'All the information you need is in here. What little history we have about the house and the address, the groundskeeper will let you in tomorrow evening, and then he's off to visit family so you will be alone in the house. Our contact numbers are also in there so you can reach us when you need to.'
After saying their goodbyes the couple left and Angel Investigations got to work. Wesley and Fred hit the books, researching the paranormal, while Cordy did an Internet search on the old house. And Angel and Gunn started packing up a few weapons if the occasion called for it. After all ghosts might not be all that they run into.
After their late night researching session and coming up with very little information, they all went home, got a few hours sleep and packed a few things. They had no idea how long they would be in the house, so it was better to be prepared. They all met back at The Hyperion early the next evening and crammed into the GTX convertible.
The house was located in a small town named Carlisle, but upon arriving they noticed that the house was far from any others. If walked it would take a least twenty minutes before you would come across anything that could be classed as civilisation. It was fairly dark now as Angel pulled the car up through the big iron gates that surrounded the grounds. They all exited the car and looked up at the house looming over them, the wind had picked up and it looked as if a storm was heading their way.
'You must be those investigators.' Came a gruff, husky voice.
Startled they all jumped toward where the voice had come from. A man in his late fifties early sixties, stood at the gate holding a shovel, dressed in trousers, a shirt and a padded jacket. Wearing a flat cap and a pair of green wellington boots that finished off the groundskeeper's ensemble.
'Ah, yes, we're Angel Investigations, you were expecting us.' Wesley spoke up.
The groundskeeper looked at them.
'A strange bunch aren't ya.'
'We get the job done.' Gunn said suddenly feeling very defensive.
'No doubt you will, that's what they all say at first.'
'Who say?' asked Angel.
'Just the owners before hand. They move in and that's when the trouble starts, they say they can handle what goes on inside that house,' he said glancing at the house, 'but they always move out and sell up.'
'You worked here, for the previous owners?' Wesley asked.
'For some of them, but I don't want to know what goes on in there. I'm paid to keep the grounds, I don't ask questions.'
The groundskeeper then turned and started walking towards the house.
'Get your things, I'll show you in.'
Gunn went and opened the trunk and started unloading the bags.
'I'm not sure about this guys, I mean, yeah I lived in another dimension for five years, that was run by demons but I didn't have an option there.' Fred yammered on.
'It's okay Fred, I live with a ghost remember, sure he isn't evil and chasing tenants out of their homes. Although his mother did try and kill me, on more than one occasion.'
'Thanks Cordy, you've been a real help.' Said Fred as she started to worry more.
'What I mean is, we have Angel with us, super vamp an all. And a bag full of weapons.' She said pointing to Angel who smiled.
'Thanks, I do feel better know.' She said smiling.
'Glad I could help.' Cordy replied.
'Well we'd better get going.' Said Gunn as they followed the groundskeeper into the house.
'Hey I'm super vamp.' Angel said to Gunn, smiling again.
'Man, Wesley's right, you are a dork.'
'Hey.' Angel said stopping while the rest of them carried on.
They entered the house through a large solid oak door, that creaked with age as it was slowly pushed open.
'Man, it looks like we just walked onto the set of one of those cheesy horror flicks.' Gunn whispered to the group.
They continued inside the house where the entrance led into a large lobby where a piano sat as the main feature, along with an enormous fireplace. A candelabra sat on top of the piano as the only light in the room.
'There isn't any electricity as the storm blew the power a day ago. There are plenty of candles around though, out the back in the kitchen. And the logs for the fire wood are outside the kitchen door.'
'Ah, yes thank you.' Wesley said as they followed the groundskeeper further into the house.
'Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your rooms.' He walked up the grand staircase, holding the candelabra high as the others followed.
They walked along a dark corridor, lit only by the candles that were guiding them through the house. They soon stopped outside of a door.
'There are three rooms here, next to each other, the others are a little further away.'
'Why don't we three take these rooms and get settled in.' Wesley said as he and Gunn picked up Fred's bags.
'Sure go ahead.' Cordy replied, as she and Angel followed the groundskeeper to their rooms.
They walked up a small flight of steps at the end of the corridor and took a right turn, where they stopped outside of a large door.
'This was the Mistress's suite, it joins on to another room right next door and there's a shared bathroom.' He said lighting some of the candles in the room.
Cordelia could hardly believe her eyes, the room was beautiful. It had big deep maroon drapes that swept across the window and gracefully piled at the floor. In the centre of the room, against the far wall was a huge four- poster bed, with similar drapes as the window. There was also an antique dressing table with a mirror and a stool covered in the same drapes. They carried on into the joining bathroom, which was sophisticated and much bigger than Cordelia could have ever dreamed. The joining bedroom was much like the first only the drapes were different in colour and design.
'I hope you find everything to your liking. If that will be all, I shall be leaving.' The groundskeeper said turning to them.
'Everything's fine, thank you for your help.' Angel said as the old man left the room, shutting the doors behind him.
'Oh my god can you believe this!' Cordy yelled as she grabbed Angel in a bear hug.
'It's definitely something isn't it.' He said looking down at her as she let go.
'Which room do you want?' she asked him.
'Which room do you want?' he asked back.
'The first one, is that okay?'
'Go ahead.'
'Thank you.' She said as she ran into her room, lay down on the bed and sighed. She could get use to this.
'Maybe we should go see how the other's are settling in, they don't know where our rooms are.' Angel said.
'Sure.' Said Cordy as she picked up a candle and they left the room.
In the three rooms they had found candles had already been lit for their arrival. Wesley and Gunn had each taken an end room, placing Fred safely between the two. And she certainly wasn't complaining. Their rooms we're tastefully decorated, each holding a large bed and dressing table, also a joining bathroom. They had settled their belongings into the rooms and then all met back at Fred's room.
'Maybe we should go look for Cordy and Angel.' Fred said, knowing she would be much happier when they were all together again.
'I don't see why not, their rooms can't be far from here.' Wesley said as they each picked up a candelabra and exited the room.
'Which way do we go?' asked Fred.
'I say this way.' Gunn said pointing down the corridor.
Agreeing they all made their way down the corridor and around the corner.
'I'm sure this is where their rooms are.' Cordy said as they looked around the dark corridor. They had been looking for the room for the last twenty minutes and had yet to find them or their friends.
'These corridors all look alike.' Angel spoke up.
'Is that them over there?' she asked grabbing his arm.
'Where?'
'Over there.' She pointed and Angel raised the candelabra. At the end of the corridor there was a figure. She stopped walking and turned towards them.
'Cordy,' Angel paused. 'I don't think that's them.' Cordelia's grip on his arm grew tighter.