This one's kind of short, mainly cause I don't want to give away anything
too big. Next chapter will be longer, promise.
"It's never too late to go home, even if home doesn't want you back"
Carolyn Quinn
Dignitary consultant
Meanwhile in L.A.
"There! He's coming! Shadows....and fear.Oh God, he's coming!"
"Who's coming Cordy?" Angel held Cordelia by her arms, slowly lowering her to the floor.
"Tunekai."
"Tunekai, that name sounds oddly familiar," Wesley said as he rushed to the counter and pulled out a large dusty book from underneath. He started to flip through the pages and came to a dead stop when he layed his eyes on a portrait on one of them, "Dear God."
"That's never good," Gunn turned to Fred, "When English men say 'Dear God' it always means some kind of apocalypse or bad tea."
"I have my vote for bad tea," Fred said as she raised her hand a little worryingly.
Wesley rolled his eyes as he removed his glasses, "Tunekai, the Sun God."
Fred looked skeptical as she replied, "A Sun God? That doesn't seem so bad. I mean really, what's the worst he could do? Rise and set the sun 'till we get annoyed?"
Wesley looked at Fred, his eyes searching for some kind of understanding in hers, but finding none, she clearly didn't know the affect he could bring. His thoughts were interrupted as Gunn quipped in, "Or, he could set the sun..y'know, like forever."
Wesley nodded in Gunn's direction, "Thus reviving my 'Dear God' statement."
"He's gonna set the sun?" Cordelia asked somewhat incoherently.
"Which means a 24 hour buffet for vampires," Angel answered, "and since Sunnydale has a history, I'm guessing that's where he's headed."
"Then that's where we'll go," Gunn stated.
Wesley shook his head, "We can't all go, for somewhat," he paused, "for obvious reasons. Like Wolfram and Hart for instance."
Angel dropped his head to the floor, searching for an answer, "Wesley, you and Gunn stay here, Cordy, Fred and I are going to Sunnydale to meet up with some friends."
"You mean Buffy?" Wesley prodded.
"Yeah, if there's an apocalypse coming, knowing her, she'll be in the center of it," Angel nodded, "it kind of has a history of getting her killed."
"Angel, do you really think that she's going to need our help? I mean, she's prevented 7 already, and one of them you caused," Cordy said as she rubbed her forehead.
Angel swallowed, obviously thrown off by the Acathla reference, "Cordy, whatever this Tunekai's planning, it has to be big, something so big, that the Powers That Be wanted you to know it was going to happen so we could prevent it."
Cordy bit her lower lip, trying to find the words to say, but in the end, she only managed two, "Let's go."
"It's never too late to go home, even if home doesn't want you back"
Carolyn Quinn
Dignitary consultant
Meanwhile in L.A.
"There! He's coming! Shadows....and fear.Oh God, he's coming!"
"Who's coming Cordy?" Angel held Cordelia by her arms, slowly lowering her to the floor.
"Tunekai."
"Tunekai, that name sounds oddly familiar," Wesley said as he rushed to the counter and pulled out a large dusty book from underneath. He started to flip through the pages and came to a dead stop when he layed his eyes on a portrait on one of them, "Dear God."
"That's never good," Gunn turned to Fred, "When English men say 'Dear God' it always means some kind of apocalypse or bad tea."
"I have my vote for bad tea," Fred said as she raised her hand a little worryingly.
Wesley rolled his eyes as he removed his glasses, "Tunekai, the Sun God."
Fred looked skeptical as she replied, "A Sun God? That doesn't seem so bad. I mean really, what's the worst he could do? Rise and set the sun 'till we get annoyed?"
Wesley looked at Fred, his eyes searching for some kind of understanding in hers, but finding none, she clearly didn't know the affect he could bring. His thoughts were interrupted as Gunn quipped in, "Or, he could set the sun..y'know, like forever."
Wesley nodded in Gunn's direction, "Thus reviving my 'Dear God' statement."
"He's gonna set the sun?" Cordelia asked somewhat incoherently.
"Which means a 24 hour buffet for vampires," Angel answered, "and since Sunnydale has a history, I'm guessing that's where he's headed."
"Then that's where we'll go," Gunn stated.
Wesley shook his head, "We can't all go, for somewhat," he paused, "for obvious reasons. Like Wolfram and Hart for instance."
Angel dropped his head to the floor, searching for an answer, "Wesley, you and Gunn stay here, Cordy, Fred and I are going to Sunnydale to meet up with some friends."
"You mean Buffy?" Wesley prodded.
"Yeah, if there's an apocalypse coming, knowing her, she'll be in the center of it," Angel nodded, "it kind of has a history of getting her killed."
"Angel, do you really think that she's going to need our help? I mean, she's prevented 7 already, and one of them you caused," Cordy said as she rubbed her forehead.
Angel swallowed, obviously thrown off by the Acathla reference, "Cordy, whatever this Tunekai's planning, it has to be big, something so big, that the Powers That Be wanted you to know it was going to happen so we could prevent it."
Cordy bit her lower lip, trying to find the words to say, but in the end, she only managed two, "Let's go."