*I know that it's been awhile since I updated. There's a very good reason.
I'm lazy. Anyway I'm so going to make up for it, and I'll probably be
posting a new story soon. *
Gunn was yelling at the attendant on the rented boat. "We're not going back!"
"Hey buddy listen up, I got to do what they say." The small man whined, pointing at the crackling radio. "The coast guard says there's a storm headed this way. You can go treasure hunting some other time."
At that moment Fred, who had been intently watching the machine drag along the ocean floor for the past few hours, started to shout. "Charles, I think we have something!"
Connor barely looked up, he had heard that same shout nearly a dozen times that day, every time it had turned out to be nothing more than a dead tree or a piece of junk.
The machine began to raise the object from the ocean floor. As soon as Connor saw the top of the coffin rise out of the sea he jumped up. "That's it." He said in a disinterested monotone, as if he was pointing out an interesting rock rather than the coffin that he had trapped his own father in.
"Holy shit!" remarked the boat operator. "Hey you can't do that! That's somebody's coffin!"
Gunn steadied the swinging coffin and nodded to Fred who stood at the controls. She pressed a button and it was slowly lowered to the floor. Connor began to pace up and down the deck.
Using a crow bar Gunn quickly dispatched of the welding and smoothly slid out the poles holding the coffins lid on. The boat operator ran over to the radio, he grabbed the receiver only to have it knocked out of his hand by an angry Connor. "Sit." He advised the man, who quickly obeyed. Connor walked over and helped Gunn take the heavy lid off.
Gunn peered into the coffin, Angel lay there, his skin pure white, he looked like a mummy, and his skin was chapped and sores spider-webbed across his face. "Is he dead?" Asked Connor's voice without emotion.
"No, vamps dust when they die, he just needs blood," Gunn ran over and grabbed a large pocket knife out of the frightened attendant's pocket. He deftly cut into his palm and squeezed the blood into the vampire's open mouth.
"Charles, maybe that's not a very good-" Fred's protest was cut short when without even opening his eyes Angel's arm shot out and grabbed the man's hand, pulled it to his mouth and bit deeply. Panicking Gunn yanked his hand out of the coffin.
The small amount of blood had been enough to roust the vampire and he began to struggle against the thick wire cables that bound him to the bottom of the coffin. "Connor?" Angel asked deliriously.
"We have to get him home."
Gunn was yelling at the attendant on the rented boat. "We're not going back!"
"Hey buddy listen up, I got to do what they say." The small man whined, pointing at the crackling radio. "The coast guard says there's a storm headed this way. You can go treasure hunting some other time."
At that moment Fred, who had been intently watching the machine drag along the ocean floor for the past few hours, started to shout. "Charles, I think we have something!"
Connor barely looked up, he had heard that same shout nearly a dozen times that day, every time it had turned out to be nothing more than a dead tree or a piece of junk.
The machine began to raise the object from the ocean floor. As soon as Connor saw the top of the coffin rise out of the sea he jumped up. "That's it." He said in a disinterested monotone, as if he was pointing out an interesting rock rather than the coffin that he had trapped his own father in.
"Holy shit!" remarked the boat operator. "Hey you can't do that! That's somebody's coffin!"
Gunn steadied the swinging coffin and nodded to Fred who stood at the controls. She pressed a button and it was slowly lowered to the floor. Connor began to pace up and down the deck.
Using a crow bar Gunn quickly dispatched of the welding and smoothly slid out the poles holding the coffins lid on. The boat operator ran over to the radio, he grabbed the receiver only to have it knocked out of his hand by an angry Connor. "Sit." He advised the man, who quickly obeyed. Connor walked over and helped Gunn take the heavy lid off.
Gunn peered into the coffin, Angel lay there, his skin pure white, he looked like a mummy, and his skin was chapped and sores spider-webbed across his face. "Is he dead?" Asked Connor's voice without emotion.
"No, vamps dust when they die, he just needs blood," Gunn ran over and grabbed a large pocket knife out of the frightened attendant's pocket. He deftly cut into his palm and squeezed the blood into the vampire's open mouth.
"Charles, maybe that's not a very good-" Fred's protest was cut short when without even opening his eyes Angel's arm shot out and grabbed the man's hand, pulled it to his mouth and bit deeply. Panicking Gunn yanked his hand out of the coffin.
The small amount of blood had been enough to roust the vampire and he began to struggle against the thick wire cables that bound him to the bottom of the coffin. "Connor?" Angel asked deliriously.
"We have to get him home."