A/N: This takes place during Soulless and then goes off with my own spin.
And let me apologize to all of you that have favorite characters.I really
didn't mean to bash them.oh, and I don't own any of them either..
Get Ya Good
By Tigre Regio
It's not a terrible thing to watch them all come and go from the roof is it? I mean a little spying that's what they all do too isn't it? Although since the Beast changed this lovely world into an undead playground I haven't seen any of the Angel Investigations crew leaving the Hyperion- well, that is except got the young one they call Connor. He seems to be the only one that has continued on as if nothing had happened. I've seen the Englishman come and go a few times. The last time he had someone dressed in red. My guess was it was some kind of oriental voodoo person. I'm not very big on religions or anything like that. Well, not in a long time anyway.
I can tell the Englishman used to be a Watcher, he has that hawk-like- yet-still-missing-the-obvious look about him. Who knows what happened to his slayer. Probably got one too many killed that'd be my guess. As for the others that hang out here, the green demon, the school girl chick, her boyfriend and oh yes, Cordy, they are of no real interest or threat to me, but then I am forgetting who I actually came here for. The big guy who thinks he's so self-righteous. I saw him go in, but it's a wonder he hasn't left. You'd think with all this darkness he'd be out trying to get rid of some vermin.
Hmm-intriguing, the Englishman, Cordy and Connor are leaving. Who knows where they are going but with only the less threatening of the gang there I should have no problem snooping around. What about being invited in? So what, this was a public place at one time and it still had the hotel feel to it, besides, that is one rule I can do without. Yeah, silver and holy water burn like hell, and sure the cross ca do damage, but its more of a nuisance than anything else. But the best part about this? It's called magic. I maybe a vamp, but there are no rules saying we can't incur the use of the dark arts to help us out. Just look at what the Beastie boy did. I think I can make myself invisible for a short while.
I'm not going to bore you with the Latin words. And well, frankly it's none of your business. And now I'm going to walk right thru the front doors of they Hyperion and wonder around as I choose. Big guy hasn't left so I know the bastard is still around here somewhere.
The skeleton crew of AI is so preoccupied with there own goings on no one even notices when the front door opens and closes with a shimmer passing by.
I see the Green One is holding a bag of ice to the school girl's cheek and her boy's standing over her.
"Fred, I said I was sorry."
"Charles, please, just leave me alone for now."
"Oh Cupcake," the Green One said readjusting the ice. "It will feel better in a little."
He must have hit her. Interesting. But where is Angel? I snuck farther into the lobby and kelpt going into the offices. A black and white monitor showed a cell. Had they caged him? That was strange. Maybe his little mortal buddies had finally realized he was dangerous. What a crock. For a moment I just watched. Broody as ever, but closer than he's been in a long time.
The chatter behind me continued and I blocked out all but a few choices. Angel and soul. What? I focused on those I had left behind.
"I still can't believe that Angel went thru with this," Fred said. "What if Wo Pang or whatever his name is can't reverse this? What if Angel can't get his soul back Lorne?"
Angel soulless? Oh, this changed my plans into something much more fun. At first I wanted to kill him when I first started searching for him, but now, this would be so much fun. All destruction.
"Doll face, I'm sure Wesley's got something in mind if his Shaman buddy can't. I mean Angel-cakes has already gotten his soul back twice before."
"Third times a charm," Charles said. "Besides Fred, its locked away safe. Who's gonna get it?"
I laughed. Shit. They heard that.
"Lorne, do you think we have another ghost?" Fred asked.
"Probably sweet cheeks."
Ghost my ass. I wanted to find the safe now. Let me see. If I was a big cheesy vampire with a soul, where would I hide my safe? Only one answer to that question. In my office probably behind the ugliest painting I had. Yep. That's where it was. And as for the combination, let me see. Twenty-six, seventeen, and drum roll please, fifty-three. Bingo, open safe. To those of you who don't know, Angel was twenty-six in the year 1753. Big deal right? His first year as a vampire. Cheesy as they come I'm sure.
So there was his soul, a swirly glow mass of light trapped in a bottle. Now if that's not a sight, I always wondered what a soul looked like. I think I'll just hold on to this. It may come in very handy in the future. So again with the magic and send it out of sight to a safe place for a while. Now to make sure to close the safe and replace the painting.
The wonder kids back in the lobby hadn't the slightest clue that I was there. Got to give it to Angel, he sure knows how to pick the good ones.
Now to go see the darling Angel himself. He'd probably see me coming with those senses of his, maybe I'll sneak down with one of the gang. He'd be distracted enough that he wouldn't see me.
"What do I have to do this time to get more to drink!!" I wouldn't have to wait long.
"I don't want to go back down there," Fred said. I could hear the fear in her voice. Oh, he had gotten them good already.
"Fine," I heard Charles say.
I followed as he grabbed a glass, filled it from the fridge then headed downstairs. I stepped into the shadows as Charles put the glass on a cart and pushed it to the bars.
"Next time you'll be the one shouting because it will be your blood. And then I'll go after Fred's." Angel laughed. "Get out of my face want-to- be."
"Maybe next time I'll get to see a stake thru your heart."
Angel smiled. "That I'd like to see."
Hmph, the kid's got nothing to say to that and he just backs up the stairs. Not so hot stuff when he's by himself against the big evil.
Angel picked up the cup and took a swig. How could he stand to drink cold blood and from a glass.
He drank it though, even thru the disgusted look on his face. Dark and broody like always. Those dark eyes and dark hair, he was always a catch and knowing he could live forever like that-dear lord the gods were good to him. And the thirst for destruction made him even sweeter.
I just wanted to watch him up close for a while. He was the old Angel, excuse me Angelus, I met so long ago. He just sat down and stared at the table that at one point I am assuming he was strapped too. Now there's a thought. But the restraints were destroyed, the thick leather broken from the table.
It's such a shame. I couldn't step into his mind and see what kind of torture he had planned for those kiddies upstairs. He was always so inhuman and so sexy about it. He could slowly drive anyone insane.
Hard to believe that with all those superhuman sense he really didn't pick me up on his vampire radar. But then again there is a rhyme and reason for every thought he had. He thought me already dead, probably thought I was just a memory.
"Angelus," I whispered as I let the spell fade. His head jerked my direction and his every curious eyes were cautious.
I spoke his name again and this time he stood and walked to the bars closest to the shadows where I was supposedly hiding. I crossed my arms over my chest as I stepped from the shadows, the leather rubbing against leather. All he could do was stare, taking it all in, the tailored leather jacket, the tight black pants, the body hugging black top, the I'll kick your ass if you give me the chance boots, and the wavy dark hair.
"Hello Liam."
I smiled. He was blank. Nearly three hundred years later and this was how we reunite. Me outside the cage, and him in it. I slipped into our Irish lit for a moment. "Oh, Liam, You've to remember who I am, don't ya?" I paused for a moment, switching back. "See big brother, that old Irish brogue doesn't fit me anymore either."
"Cathy." There was no inflection in his voice at all.
"It's Mia now Angelus." I relaxed a bit. He wouldn't be running anywhere for the moment.
"Mia," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue. Then he laughed that evil laugh. "I thought I'd killed you."
Get Ya Good
By Tigre Regio
It's not a terrible thing to watch them all come and go from the roof is it? I mean a little spying that's what they all do too isn't it? Although since the Beast changed this lovely world into an undead playground I haven't seen any of the Angel Investigations crew leaving the Hyperion- well, that is except got the young one they call Connor. He seems to be the only one that has continued on as if nothing had happened. I've seen the Englishman come and go a few times. The last time he had someone dressed in red. My guess was it was some kind of oriental voodoo person. I'm not very big on religions or anything like that. Well, not in a long time anyway.
I can tell the Englishman used to be a Watcher, he has that hawk-like- yet-still-missing-the-obvious look about him. Who knows what happened to his slayer. Probably got one too many killed that'd be my guess. As for the others that hang out here, the green demon, the school girl chick, her boyfriend and oh yes, Cordy, they are of no real interest or threat to me, but then I am forgetting who I actually came here for. The big guy who thinks he's so self-righteous. I saw him go in, but it's a wonder he hasn't left. You'd think with all this darkness he'd be out trying to get rid of some vermin.
Hmm-intriguing, the Englishman, Cordy and Connor are leaving. Who knows where they are going but with only the less threatening of the gang there I should have no problem snooping around. What about being invited in? So what, this was a public place at one time and it still had the hotel feel to it, besides, that is one rule I can do without. Yeah, silver and holy water burn like hell, and sure the cross ca do damage, but its more of a nuisance than anything else. But the best part about this? It's called magic. I maybe a vamp, but there are no rules saying we can't incur the use of the dark arts to help us out. Just look at what the Beastie boy did. I think I can make myself invisible for a short while.
I'm not going to bore you with the Latin words. And well, frankly it's none of your business. And now I'm going to walk right thru the front doors of they Hyperion and wonder around as I choose. Big guy hasn't left so I know the bastard is still around here somewhere.
The skeleton crew of AI is so preoccupied with there own goings on no one even notices when the front door opens and closes with a shimmer passing by.
I see the Green One is holding a bag of ice to the school girl's cheek and her boy's standing over her.
"Fred, I said I was sorry."
"Charles, please, just leave me alone for now."
"Oh Cupcake," the Green One said readjusting the ice. "It will feel better in a little."
He must have hit her. Interesting. But where is Angel? I snuck farther into the lobby and kelpt going into the offices. A black and white monitor showed a cell. Had they caged him? That was strange. Maybe his little mortal buddies had finally realized he was dangerous. What a crock. For a moment I just watched. Broody as ever, but closer than he's been in a long time.
The chatter behind me continued and I blocked out all but a few choices. Angel and soul. What? I focused on those I had left behind.
"I still can't believe that Angel went thru with this," Fred said. "What if Wo Pang or whatever his name is can't reverse this? What if Angel can't get his soul back Lorne?"
Angel soulless? Oh, this changed my plans into something much more fun. At first I wanted to kill him when I first started searching for him, but now, this would be so much fun. All destruction.
"Doll face, I'm sure Wesley's got something in mind if his Shaman buddy can't. I mean Angel-cakes has already gotten his soul back twice before."
"Third times a charm," Charles said. "Besides Fred, its locked away safe. Who's gonna get it?"
I laughed. Shit. They heard that.
"Lorne, do you think we have another ghost?" Fred asked.
"Probably sweet cheeks."
Ghost my ass. I wanted to find the safe now. Let me see. If I was a big cheesy vampire with a soul, where would I hide my safe? Only one answer to that question. In my office probably behind the ugliest painting I had. Yep. That's where it was. And as for the combination, let me see. Twenty-six, seventeen, and drum roll please, fifty-three. Bingo, open safe. To those of you who don't know, Angel was twenty-six in the year 1753. Big deal right? His first year as a vampire. Cheesy as they come I'm sure.
So there was his soul, a swirly glow mass of light trapped in a bottle. Now if that's not a sight, I always wondered what a soul looked like. I think I'll just hold on to this. It may come in very handy in the future. So again with the magic and send it out of sight to a safe place for a while. Now to make sure to close the safe and replace the painting.
The wonder kids back in the lobby hadn't the slightest clue that I was there. Got to give it to Angel, he sure knows how to pick the good ones.
Now to go see the darling Angel himself. He'd probably see me coming with those senses of his, maybe I'll sneak down with one of the gang. He'd be distracted enough that he wouldn't see me.
"What do I have to do this time to get more to drink!!" I wouldn't have to wait long.
"I don't want to go back down there," Fred said. I could hear the fear in her voice. Oh, he had gotten them good already.
"Fine," I heard Charles say.
I followed as he grabbed a glass, filled it from the fridge then headed downstairs. I stepped into the shadows as Charles put the glass on a cart and pushed it to the bars.
"Next time you'll be the one shouting because it will be your blood. And then I'll go after Fred's." Angel laughed. "Get out of my face want-to- be."
"Maybe next time I'll get to see a stake thru your heart."
Angel smiled. "That I'd like to see."
Hmph, the kid's got nothing to say to that and he just backs up the stairs. Not so hot stuff when he's by himself against the big evil.
Angel picked up the cup and took a swig. How could he stand to drink cold blood and from a glass.
He drank it though, even thru the disgusted look on his face. Dark and broody like always. Those dark eyes and dark hair, he was always a catch and knowing he could live forever like that-dear lord the gods were good to him. And the thirst for destruction made him even sweeter.
I just wanted to watch him up close for a while. He was the old Angel, excuse me Angelus, I met so long ago. He just sat down and stared at the table that at one point I am assuming he was strapped too. Now there's a thought. But the restraints were destroyed, the thick leather broken from the table.
It's such a shame. I couldn't step into his mind and see what kind of torture he had planned for those kiddies upstairs. He was always so inhuman and so sexy about it. He could slowly drive anyone insane.
Hard to believe that with all those superhuman sense he really didn't pick me up on his vampire radar. But then again there is a rhyme and reason for every thought he had. He thought me already dead, probably thought I was just a memory.
"Angelus," I whispered as I let the spell fade. His head jerked my direction and his every curious eyes were cautious.
I spoke his name again and this time he stood and walked to the bars closest to the shadows where I was supposedly hiding. I crossed my arms over my chest as I stepped from the shadows, the leather rubbing against leather. All he could do was stare, taking it all in, the tailored leather jacket, the tight black pants, the body hugging black top, the I'll kick your ass if you give me the chance boots, and the wavy dark hair.
"Hello Liam."
I smiled. He was blank. Nearly three hundred years later and this was how we reunite. Me outside the cage, and him in it. I slipped into our Irish lit for a moment. "Oh, Liam, You've to remember who I am, don't ya?" I paused for a moment, switching back. "See big brother, that old Irish brogue doesn't fit me anymore either."
"Cathy." There was no inflection in his voice at all.
"It's Mia now Angelus." I relaxed a bit. He wouldn't be running anywhere for the moment.
"Mia," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue. Then he laughed that evil laugh. "I thought I'd killed you."