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.
Chapter 5: Which Way Do We Go?
Previously on 'Lost Loves.'
'Maybe the first thing we should do is take a look at those letters, they may give us something to work with.' They all agreed.
'I still think we should split up, cover more ground that way.' Gunn replied.
'Yes, right Angel, you and Cordy make your way back to the attic and search through the letters, and keep an eye out for the ghosts. Myself, Fred and Gunn will start a downstairs search, there must be a study of some sorts around here somewhere. We'll meet back here in an hour to touch base.'
Cordelia and Angel headed towards the grand staircase, candelabra in hand. They turned back towards the group when Wesley spoke up.
'Be careful, we don't know what these ghosts are after.'
Giving a small smile, Cordy replied. 'We will.' And they carried on up the stairs.
When they had reached the corridor they stopped and looked around.
'Which way do we go?' asked Cordy, looking up and down the corridor.
'Well I'm guessing either way, a big house like this, there must be more than one way to get to the attic.'
'So do we go left or right?' she asked, glancing up at him.
He looked in both directions and then back at Cordy.
'Right.'
'Right we go right or right we go left?' she asked confused.
'What?' Angel asked, she was going to continue her confusing questioning again when he stopped her.
'We go right.'
'Okay, right it is.' She said looking down the dark corridor. Her hand found Angel's and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled, lifting her hand to his mouth, he planted a kiss and she relaxed a little.
'Remember what I said before, I won't let anything bad happen to you.'
'I know.' She said quietly, with a small smile.
Carrying the candelabra, they lit their way as they went deeper into the house.
When they reached the end of the next corridor they stopped.
'Do we have any idea where we are?' she asked.
'We can't be that far from the attic, as long as we keep ascending we'll find it.'
It was at that moment that the ghost of Emma passed through the wall right in front of them.
'Whoa!' Cordelia jumped, Angel a little caught off guard himself.
'A slight understatement.' He replied as they both caught their breath. Even if Angel didn't need to breathe, he still found it oddly calming.
Never taking their eyes off the ghost, Cordy whispered.
'Why is she staring at us?'
'Maybe, because we're staring at her.'
'Oh.' With that the ghost walked away, and came to a stop outside of a set of double doors. She waved at them to follow, then disappeared through it.
'We should follow her, maybe what she wants us to see will help us solve this case.' Cordy whispered.
'Okay, but stay behind me.' He replied, taking a hold of the candelabra and approaching the door.
He paused before opening it, looking back over his shoulder at Cordy, smiling reassuringly.
'You ready?' he asked.
'Yeah.' With that he carefully turned the door handle and slowly pushed it open. Peering in, the only light in the room, apart from their candles, came from the full moon, shining in through the glass-panelled windows.
From what they could see, all of the furniture in the room was covered with enormous white dustsheets. Still hand in hand they crossed the threshold.
Soon the room was full of daylight and they we're standing in front of a middle aged couple.
'Emma my dear, this marriage must go ahead as planned.' The woman spoke up.
'But mother, I do not wish to marry someone, with whom I do not love.' Emma argued.
'But he loves you.'
'That is not love, that is obsession; he wants what he cannot have. He cares only for himself.'
'George tell her.' The woman said turning to the man behind her.
'All your mother is trying to say is, give it time. I'm sure once you and Harry are married you will feel differently.'
'But father.'
'I don't want to hear any more on the matter. Harry will be here shortly and we can celebrate your engagement.
Emma looked down at the floor, her expression sad, as if she hadn't a friend in the world.
'Look darling, you know how important it is that our families join together. Harry has a lot to offer you and his father being the pivotal figure that he is.'
'That's why you want me to marry, because of money? Is that all you care about? What about my happiness?'
At that moment Harry entered the room, George went over to greet him. Meanwhile, Emma's mother approached her and whispered.
'This wedding shall go ahead as planned, and you will be happy about it.'
She walked away to greet Harry, leaving Emma to stand alone, and wonder how she could ever love someone like him. And every time she got the same answer, she couldn't. He was an uncaring man, he did what ever it would take to get what he wanted, and he didn't care who suffered for it. How could she love him, when the only person she loved, the only person she wanted to be with, was James. From the distance of her thoughts she could hear them talking.
'George, Elizabeth, how wonderful to see you both again.' He said shaking hands with her father and planting a kiss on her mother's out stretched hand.
'Why thank you.' She replied.
'Are you visiting long?' he asked her parents.
'Just a few days, you know we don't like to leave the house so unattended for long.' George spoke up.
'Emma dear, are you not going to welcome Harry?' he mother asked.
'I'm not feeling at all well; I'm going to go lie down. Excuse me.' She said as she made her way out of the room as quickly as possible.
She ran down the grand staircase and right out the front door, heading to the stables.
James was placing fresh hay in the horse's stalls, when he heard the sound of Emma running towards him in tears. She embraced him fiercely and wept heavily.
'Emma, what's wrong?' he asked her.
'My parents are forcing me to marry. I don't want to marry him, he's heartless, callous and selfish, and I want nothing to do with him.' She said between sobs.
'Who?' he asked, still hugging her tightly.
'Harry.' She wailed, as another rush of tears over came her.
'Sshhhh, it's going to be all right; I won't let them take you away from me. We'll find a way, we'll be alright.' He said rocking her slowly back and forth calming her. 'I won't let them take you away from me.' And they sat on the hay-covered floor tight in each other's embrace.
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.
Chapter 5: Which Way Do We Go?
Previously on 'Lost Loves.'
'Maybe the first thing we should do is take a look at those letters, they may give us something to work with.' They all agreed.
'I still think we should split up, cover more ground that way.' Gunn replied.
'Yes, right Angel, you and Cordy make your way back to the attic and search through the letters, and keep an eye out for the ghosts. Myself, Fred and Gunn will start a downstairs search, there must be a study of some sorts around here somewhere. We'll meet back here in an hour to touch base.'
Cordelia and Angel headed towards the grand staircase, candelabra in hand. They turned back towards the group when Wesley spoke up.
'Be careful, we don't know what these ghosts are after.'
Giving a small smile, Cordy replied. 'We will.' And they carried on up the stairs.
When they had reached the corridor they stopped and looked around.
'Which way do we go?' asked Cordy, looking up and down the corridor.
'Well I'm guessing either way, a big house like this, there must be more than one way to get to the attic.'
'So do we go left or right?' she asked, glancing up at him.
He looked in both directions and then back at Cordy.
'Right.'
'Right we go right or right we go left?' she asked confused.
'What?' Angel asked, she was going to continue her confusing questioning again when he stopped her.
'We go right.'
'Okay, right it is.' She said looking down the dark corridor. Her hand found Angel's and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled, lifting her hand to his mouth, he planted a kiss and she relaxed a little.
'Remember what I said before, I won't let anything bad happen to you.'
'I know.' She said quietly, with a small smile.
Carrying the candelabra, they lit their way as they went deeper into the house.
When they reached the end of the next corridor they stopped.
'Do we have any idea where we are?' she asked.
'We can't be that far from the attic, as long as we keep ascending we'll find it.'
It was at that moment that the ghost of Emma passed through the wall right in front of them.
'Whoa!' Cordelia jumped, Angel a little caught off guard himself.
'A slight understatement.' He replied as they both caught their breath. Even if Angel didn't need to breathe, he still found it oddly calming.
Never taking their eyes off the ghost, Cordy whispered.
'Why is she staring at us?'
'Maybe, because we're staring at her.'
'Oh.' With that the ghost walked away, and came to a stop outside of a set of double doors. She waved at them to follow, then disappeared through it.
'We should follow her, maybe what she wants us to see will help us solve this case.' Cordy whispered.
'Okay, but stay behind me.' He replied, taking a hold of the candelabra and approaching the door.
He paused before opening it, looking back over his shoulder at Cordy, smiling reassuringly.
'You ready?' he asked.
'Yeah.' With that he carefully turned the door handle and slowly pushed it open. Peering in, the only light in the room, apart from their candles, came from the full moon, shining in through the glass-panelled windows.
From what they could see, all of the furniture in the room was covered with enormous white dustsheets. Still hand in hand they crossed the threshold.
Soon the room was full of daylight and they we're standing in front of a middle aged couple.
'Emma my dear, this marriage must go ahead as planned.' The woman spoke up.
'But mother, I do not wish to marry someone, with whom I do not love.' Emma argued.
'But he loves you.'
'That is not love, that is obsession; he wants what he cannot have. He cares only for himself.'
'George tell her.' The woman said turning to the man behind her.
'All your mother is trying to say is, give it time. I'm sure once you and Harry are married you will feel differently.'
'But father.'
'I don't want to hear any more on the matter. Harry will be here shortly and we can celebrate your engagement.
Emma looked down at the floor, her expression sad, as if she hadn't a friend in the world.
'Look darling, you know how important it is that our families join together. Harry has a lot to offer you and his father being the pivotal figure that he is.'
'That's why you want me to marry, because of money? Is that all you care about? What about my happiness?'
At that moment Harry entered the room, George went over to greet him. Meanwhile, Emma's mother approached her and whispered.
'This wedding shall go ahead as planned, and you will be happy about it.'
She walked away to greet Harry, leaving Emma to stand alone, and wonder how she could ever love someone like him. And every time she got the same answer, she couldn't. He was an uncaring man, he did what ever it would take to get what he wanted, and he didn't care who suffered for it. How could she love him, when the only person she loved, the only person she wanted to be with, was James. From the distance of her thoughts she could hear them talking.
'George, Elizabeth, how wonderful to see you both again.' He said shaking hands with her father and planting a kiss on her mother's out stretched hand.
'Why thank you.' She replied.
'Are you visiting long?' he asked her parents.
'Just a few days, you know we don't like to leave the house so unattended for long.' George spoke up.
'Emma dear, are you not going to welcome Harry?' he mother asked.
'I'm not feeling at all well; I'm going to go lie down. Excuse me.' She said as she made her way out of the room as quickly as possible.
She ran down the grand staircase and right out the front door, heading to the stables.
James was placing fresh hay in the horse's stalls, when he heard the sound of Emma running towards him in tears. She embraced him fiercely and wept heavily.
'Emma, what's wrong?' he asked her.
'My parents are forcing me to marry. I don't want to marry him, he's heartless, callous and selfish, and I want nothing to do with him.' She said between sobs.
'Who?' he asked, still hugging her tightly.
'Harry.' She wailed, as another rush of tears over came her.
'Sshhhh, it's going to be all right; I won't let them take you away from me. We'll find a way, we'll be alright.' He said rocking her slowly back and forth calming her. 'I won't let them take you away from me.' And they sat on the hay-covered floor tight in each other's embrace.