Like a hell family.
Chapter 3: Poltergeist.
A house's entrance hall, there are paintings on the wall, a little coat stand. The kind of old people little house. Yes, this house was small but it was the work of all a life for Jane, she was sixty but still vigorous enough for pass the hundred. She loved this house, she and her husband had built it themselves and when George is dead prematurely it's all Jane had, an old shack full of souvenirs.
In the beginning, she let her thought that was George who played to make moved, flown and spun round the objects in the air. She didn't believe to the supernatural, ghosts and all, but here she didn't have the choice. So that made her laugh, and sometimes she even talked to him when she was in her bed, about the picnic in the edge of the lake the Sunday, oh! God all that had twenty years!
But when the supposed to be George ghost started to throw and break things across the rooms Jane wasn't sure of her anymore. She tried to communicate but there is nothing to be done so she went and saw the pastor of her parish, not she really thought there is a god but the church was beautiful and George was a churchgoer so after thirty years of church all the Sunday morning you can't stop from one day to the next. The pastor gave her a professional card saying:
- "It's a detective agency, they take care of that kind of problem, the associated young woman comes here regularly for take some holy water. She's charming, you should call them."
So she did. But when the two detectives have asked her to go out the house while they catch the.... she didn't remember what, she was stayed next to the house; at her neighbour's for spy them. Just in case that the detectives was in fact two swindlers.
It's true that the girl was nice for that matter she has talked principally with her and gave her the neighbour's phone number. The boy was weird, scheming.
She has received their phone call sign that she could go home back. She has just pushed the door and so been in the entrance hall. She crossed it and entered in the living room, it was in a pitiful state like the First World War has been played here. The chairs were turned over like the coach and all the objects strewn the floor. The young woman approached to her:
- "It's done Missis Swanowitch, we got it. We'll have been working all the day"
The little old lady looked around goggling, when the girl said:
- "Yes, we made a little mess but we gonna make a special price for you" the girl smiled embarrassing.
- "Well, he won't bore you anymore" added the man who was so much embarrassing that Jane thought if they really made a ghost hunt or a roll in the hay.
- "We'll gonna leave you, it's late" said the man going out fast.
The girl took her time but stopped at the door and said:
- "We'll send you the invoice by mail, good night!"
Jane shut the door in their back. She went in her living:
- "And me whose I supposed to send the invoice for have cleaning up all this hell mess" said the lady in her teeth.
- "Well, tomorrow, in bed!"
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When they arrive in the hotel it was very late, they didn't see the day passed knocking their heads against the walls and the furniture trying to catch a stupid flying entity.
Angel was happy everything goes back to normal. He has recovered his soul since three or four months, defeated the beast, Wolfram and Hart has been destructed by the beast, but Angel knew that one days or another they gonna come back with "their" apocalips this time. And now, he did again easy cases with Cordy.
That was difficult between them with what she did with Connor. Angel wanted to be with her but difficult with Connor around. After that the beast said he worked for a bigger one who will come and kill the child, Angel has obliged Connor to come back live in the hotel. Of course he refused, but Angel was two hundred fifty so it's not an eighteen kid with one year of earth experience who will resist to him. Connor has thrown all the insults and horrors that his young brain has could found. But after five hours arguing and fighting he has finally let Angel take the top, well let was not the exact word. But he went outside when he wanted, by the window, that made Angel crazy. It was hard to keep authority on the kid because with the passing weeks he became more and more human, more and more teen, more and more stubborn, more and more.... well, bloody annoying.
It's crazy, when Angel analysed the relation he had with his son, he had the impression to be in a teenager show. Except that in this kind of show between two fights there was reconciliation but he hadn't that with Connor. But sometimes Angel arrived to pull him out some words, it was already not bad.
- "I gonna die!" said Cordelia falling in the coach.
Since we took her apartment away and she was came back of the fact that she "slept with Angel's son, the baby she fed, but that wasn't her fault" stuff, she has moved in the hotel. That was hard to live with Angel after her betrayal but he has forgiven her and he has even courted her, but with Connor that was difficult. That has hurt the kid a lot when Cordelia gently pushed him, but he didn't want understand, like a little child whose we'll have been taking away his mummy, so Cordelia have had to be ruder. It was since this moment that he passed to the gentle boy who doesn't understand the world to the tortured teenager who understands so good that the world it's shit. This revolution has been so fast that Cordelia thought he has been always like that, but no. Before the kid wanted to help people, fight the evil and discover the humans feelings now he was overwhelm with it. He stayed all the day in his bed, the music loudly in the headphones of a CD walkman that anybody knew where he found it waiting the night for jump through the window find some vampires for let off steam.
Angel came sat down next to her, the urn in his hands.
- "What we gonna do of that?" asked Cordelia.
- "I don't know, we'll see tomorrow, I gonna wait Gunn and Connor come back of their patrol and go sleep"
- "they go often in patrol together this time"
- "Yeah, it's good, first cuz they are two, and Gunn will be a good influence on Connor" said Angel smiling and putting the urn on the counter.
- "yeah..." sighed Cordy not very confident.
- "What?" asked Angel intrigued.
- "With all that passed with Gunn I think be a good influence for Connor is the least of his worried, and Connor needs..." suddenly she stopped cut by Connor's entrance in the building.
- "We talk 'bout me, don't like that" said the young man but not with a threatening ton.
- "Yes, we were saying how much we missed you" said Cordelia smiling.
- "Yeah, it's funny cuz I didn't miss you at all" he said going upstairs.
Angel wondered how after just one year on earth his son arrived to be so sarcastic, he succeeded always to find the stuff that gonna hurt. That must be a natural talent, a familial stuff. Angel was good at that too, but he used it just when he hasn't had his soul, besides recently Angelus did. Darla was good at that too, but the difference between her and Angelus was she was more realist, less naïve. More the time passed more he looked like her. At the beginning he was like his father a champion in spite of his sadness always flying to helpless' aid now he was like his mother blasé by the world, disgusted by the people and thinking up every time games more and more dangerous for feeling him alive. He was helpless.
- "Connor!" called Angel. Connor stopped:
- "What?!!" he answered arrogant.
- "Where's Gunn?"
- "With a girl"
- "A girl!!?" said Cordelia astonished "Who?!!"
- "Don't remember" answered Connor shrugging. He continued to go upstairs in his room and slammed the door.
At this moment, Winnifred says "Fred" entered in the hotel by the front door.
- "You went out?" asked Cordelia surprised.
- "Don't say me you jump through the window too" added Angel.
- "No...I....well..something to do...personal" she said apparently embarrassed "Where is Charles?" Fred was the only who called him Charles.
- "He's ...." started Angel.
- "Not comes back of his patrol" cut him Cordelia.
- "Ah... I go sleep, good night" she went upstairs fast.
Angel looked at Cordelia and said:
- "She's weird this time, I'd like to know what happened between those two for they changed so much like that"
- "You become curious, it's not your usual kind" Cordy said amused.
- "Of course, if you don't do it I have to do" said Angel smiling at her.
- "I gonna make a sandwich, you want one?"
- "It's not that really feed me, you know"
- "Yeah, but I can make blood at the place of the ketchup" kidded her "I bring you some blood" she went to the kitchen.
Lorne went downstairs looking the door for see who was entered; he saw Angel and approached to him.
- "Kiddo is come back?" he whispered.
- "Yes" said Angel frowning.
- "I've searched his room" continued Lorne "Look what I found"
He held a white blood stained cloth out to Angel:
- "What do you think?"
- "He's certainly been injured, or scratched in a fight, he must been sturdy the guy for even scratched him" answered Angel concerned.
- "Yes, I thought to that too but after I saw this broken piece of glass with blood on too and here I thought...."
- "That he wounded himself in breaking a glass or something and after he dressed it with this cloth" said Angel.
- "No, in fact, I thought that he cut the throat of rats, it's true there are fewer rats this time" Said Lorne very seriously. Angel rolled his eyes.
- "No, I kidding, it's not that I think it's more serious...."
- "LORNE!!!!!!!!!!!" Connor's voice resounded in all the building.
- "Hurry, hide it!" said Angel holding the cloth out to Lorne.
Lorne approached of the counter searching a hiding place. He opened up the urn....
- "No!!!!! Oh! No!" said Angel rushing to it but too late a little blue light escaped off of the urn where Lorne put the cloth.
- "Don't worry, he gonna realize nothing" said Lorne incredulous.
- "One day, we took one day!" said Angel imploringly.
- "Lorne!!!" screamed Connor appearing in the stairs. He jumped through the handrail and then speeded along towards Lorne.
- "You put your filthy feet in my room?!"
- "No..." replied Lorne trying to seem innocent.
- "Oh! Stop! There are your hand marks on the door and your smell!"
- "What?! You say I smell, and I went for see the..... system of pipes."
- "the pipes" repeated Connor not confident "Liar! Give me your hand I gonna check if you tremble" He got up his hand but Angel pulled it down and said:
- "You overstate, Connor"
- "I overstate! I gonna be obliged to putt padlocks on my doors!" said the boy irritated.
- "If you putt padlocks on your doors, I putt padlocks on your windows" said Angel calmly. Suddenly he saw just on Connor's side the cloth flying. He caught it quickly that made Connor step back with surprised.
- "What's wrong with you? You're crazy?" said Connor looking Angel weirdly.
- "There is a poltergeist in the hotel, Lorne go say that to Fred, and she needs to be careful" he held the cloth out to Lorne discretely.
- "There is a poltergeist in the building?" said Connor believing to a joke.
- "Yes, this one we caught at Ms Swano.....Sowano... well the old lady"
- "Like Casper?" said Connor believing.
- "Yes, but the gore version" Answered Angel smiling.
- "Cool"
T.B.C.....
Chapter 3: Poltergeist.
A house's entrance hall, there are paintings on the wall, a little coat stand. The kind of old people little house. Yes, this house was small but it was the work of all a life for Jane, she was sixty but still vigorous enough for pass the hundred. She loved this house, she and her husband had built it themselves and when George is dead prematurely it's all Jane had, an old shack full of souvenirs.
In the beginning, she let her thought that was George who played to make moved, flown and spun round the objects in the air. She didn't believe to the supernatural, ghosts and all, but here she didn't have the choice. So that made her laugh, and sometimes she even talked to him when she was in her bed, about the picnic in the edge of the lake the Sunday, oh! God all that had twenty years!
But when the supposed to be George ghost started to throw and break things across the rooms Jane wasn't sure of her anymore. She tried to communicate but there is nothing to be done so she went and saw the pastor of her parish, not she really thought there is a god but the church was beautiful and George was a churchgoer so after thirty years of church all the Sunday morning you can't stop from one day to the next. The pastor gave her a professional card saying:
- "It's a detective agency, they take care of that kind of problem, the associated young woman comes here regularly for take some holy water. She's charming, you should call them."
So she did. But when the two detectives have asked her to go out the house while they catch the.... she didn't remember what, she was stayed next to the house; at her neighbour's for spy them. Just in case that the detectives was in fact two swindlers.
It's true that the girl was nice for that matter she has talked principally with her and gave her the neighbour's phone number. The boy was weird, scheming.
She has received their phone call sign that she could go home back. She has just pushed the door and so been in the entrance hall. She crossed it and entered in the living room, it was in a pitiful state like the First World War has been played here. The chairs were turned over like the coach and all the objects strewn the floor. The young woman approached to her:
- "It's done Missis Swanowitch, we got it. We'll have been working all the day"
The little old lady looked around goggling, when the girl said:
- "Yes, we made a little mess but we gonna make a special price for you" the girl smiled embarrassing.
- "Well, he won't bore you anymore" added the man who was so much embarrassing that Jane thought if they really made a ghost hunt or a roll in the hay.
- "We'll gonna leave you, it's late" said the man going out fast.
The girl took her time but stopped at the door and said:
- "We'll send you the invoice by mail, good night!"
Jane shut the door in their back. She went in her living:
- "And me whose I supposed to send the invoice for have cleaning up all this hell mess" said the lady in her teeth.
- "Well, tomorrow, in bed!"
_______________________________________
When they arrive in the hotel it was very late, they didn't see the day passed knocking their heads against the walls and the furniture trying to catch a stupid flying entity.
Angel was happy everything goes back to normal. He has recovered his soul since three or four months, defeated the beast, Wolfram and Hart has been destructed by the beast, but Angel knew that one days or another they gonna come back with "their" apocalips this time. And now, he did again easy cases with Cordy.
That was difficult between them with what she did with Connor. Angel wanted to be with her but difficult with Connor around. After that the beast said he worked for a bigger one who will come and kill the child, Angel has obliged Connor to come back live in the hotel. Of course he refused, but Angel was two hundred fifty so it's not an eighteen kid with one year of earth experience who will resist to him. Connor has thrown all the insults and horrors that his young brain has could found. But after five hours arguing and fighting he has finally let Angel take the top, well let was not the exact word. But he went outside when he wanted, by the window, that made Angel crazy. It was hard to keep authority on the kid because with the passing weeks he became more and more human, more and more teen, more and more stubborn, more and more.... well, bloody annoying.
It's crazy, when Angel analysed the relation he had with his son, he had the impression to be in a teenager show. Except that in this kind of show between two fights there was reconciliation but he hadn't that with Connor. But sometimes Angel arrived to pull him out some words, it was already not bad.
- "I gonna die!" said Cordelia falling in the coach.
Since we took her apartment away and she was came back of the fact that she "slept with Angel's son, the baby she fed, but that wasn't her fault" stuff, she has moved in the hotel. That was hard to live with Angel after her betrayal but he has forgiven her and he has even courted her, but with Connor that was difficult. That has hurt the kid a lot when Cordelia gently pushed him, but he didn't want understand, like a little child whose we'll have been taking away his mummy, so Cordelia have had to be ruder. It was since this moment that he passed to the gentle boy who doesn't understand the world to the tortured teenager who understands so good that the world it's shit. This revolution has been so fast that Cordelia thought he has been always like that, but no. Before the kid wanted to help people, fight the evil and discover the humans feelings now he was overwhelm with it. He stayed all the day in his bed, the music loudly in the headphones of a CD walkman that anybody knew where he found it waiting the night for jump through the window find some vampires for let off steam.
Angel came sat down next to her, the urn in his hands.
- "What we gonna do of that?" asked Cordelia.
- "I don't know, we'll see tomorrow, I gonna wait Gunn and Connor come back of their patrol and go sleep"
- "they go often in patrol together this time"
- "Yeah, it's good, first cuz they are two, and Gunn will be a good influence on Connor" said Angel smiling and putting the urn on the counter.
- "yeah..." sighed Cordy not very confident.
- "What?" asked Angel intrigued.
- "With all that passed with Gunn I think be a good influence for Connor is the least of his worried, and Connor needs..." suddenly she stopped cut by Connor's entrance in the building.
- "We talk 'bout me, don't like that" said the young man but not with a threatening ton.
- "Yes, we were saying how much we missed you" said Cordelia smiling.
- "Yeah, it's funny cuz I didn't miss you at all" he said going upstairs.
Angel wondered how after just one year on earth his son arrived to be so sarcastic, he succeeded always to find the stuff that gonna hurt. That must be a natural talent, a familial stuff. Angel was good at that too, but he used it just when he hasn't had his soul, besides recently Angelus did. Darla was good at that too, but the difference between her and Angelus was she was more realist, less naïve. More the time passed more he looked like her. At the beginning he was like his father a champion in spite of his sadness always flying to helpless' aid now he was like his mother blasé by the world, disgusted by the people and thinking up every time games more and more dangerous for feeling him alive. He was helpless.
- "Connor!" called Angel. Connor stopped:
- "What?!!" he answered arrogant.
- "Where's Gunn?"
- "With a girl"
- "A girl!!?" said Cordelia astonished "Who?!!"
- "Don't remember" answered Connor shrugging. He continued to go upstairs in his room and slammed the door.
At this moment, Winnifred says "Fred" entered in the hotel by the front door.
- "You went out?" asked Cordelia surprised.
- "Don't say me you jump through the window too" added Angel.
- "No...I....well..something to do...personal" she said apparently embarrassed "Where is Charles?" Fred was the only who called him Charles.
- "He's ...." started Angel.
- "Not comes back of his patrol" cut him Cordelia.
- "Ah... I go sleep, good night" she went upstairs fast.
Angel looked at Cordelia and said:
- "She's weird this time, I'd like to know what happened between those two for they changed so much like that"
- "You become curious, it's not your usual kind" Cordy said amused.
- "Of course, if you don't do it I have to do" said Angel smiling at her.
- "I gonna make a sandwich, you want one?"
- "It's not that really feed me, you know"
- "Yeah, but I can make blood at the place of the ketchup" kidded her "I bring you some blood" she went to the kitchen.
Lorne went downstairs looking the door for see who was entered; he saw Angel and approached to him.
- "Kiddo is come back?" he whispered.
- "Yes" said Angel frowning.
- "I've searched his room" continued Lorne "Look what I found"
He held a white blood stained cloth out to Angel:
- "What do you think?"
- "He's certainly been injured, or scratched in a fight, he must been sturdy the guy for even scratched him" answered Angel concerned.
- "Yes, I thought to that too but after I saw this broken piece of glass with blood on too and here I thought...."
- "That he wounded himself in breaking a glass or something and after he dressed it with this cloth" said Angel.
- "No, in fact, I thought that he cut the throat of rats, it's true there are fewer rats this time" Said Lorne very seriously. Angel rolled his eyes.
- "No, I kidding, it's not that I think it's more serious...."
- "LORNE!!!!!!!!!!!" Connor's voice resounded in all the building.
- "Hurry, hide it!" said Angel holding the cloth out to Lorne.
Lorne approached of the counter searching a hiding place. He opened up the urn....
- "No!!!!! Oh! No!" said Angel rushing to it but too late a little blue light escaped off of the urn where Lorne put the cloth.
- "Don't worry, he gonna realize nothing" said Lorne incredulous.
- "One day, we took one day!" said Angel imploringly.
- "Lorne!!!" screamed Connor appearing in the stairs. He jumped through the handrail and then speeded along towards Lorne.
- "You put your filthy feet in my room?!"
- "No..." replied Lorne trying to seem innocent.
- "Oh! Stop! There are your hand marks on the door and your smell!"
- "What?! You say I smell, and I went for see the..... system of pipes."
- "the pipes" repeated Connor not confident "Liar! Give me your hand I gonna check if you tremble" He got up his hand but Angel pulled it down and said:
- "You overstate, Connor"
- "I overstate! I gonna be obliged to putt padlocks on my doors!" said the boy irritated.
- "If you putt padlocks on your doors, I putt padlocks on your windows" said Angel calmly. Suddenly he saw just on Connor's side the cloth flying. He caught it quickly that made Connor step back with surprised.
- "What's wrong with you? You're crazy?" said Connor looking Angel weirdly.
- "There is a poltergeist in the hotel, Lorne go say that to Fred, and she needs to be careful" he held the cloth out to Lorne discretely.
- "There is a poltergeist in the building?" said Connor believing to a joke.
- "Yes, this one we caught at Ms Swano.....Sowano... well the old lady"
- "Like Casper?" said Connor believing.
- "Yes, but the gore version" Answered Angel smiling.
- "Cool"
T.B.C.....