S.O.S
Save our Souls
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan and others of my characters.
Warning: Beginnings of bad language
Author's note: Thanks to sparkle-2003. I have a reason I haven't given Brendan's age but I would say it's about 8 or 9 years old.
Sorry it took so long flu's been going around school
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Lilah was pushed to the side, the knife still clenched in her hand and Brendan leaped forward and lied next to the thin form of his mother who was dead on the floor. But the icy knife in Lilah's hand was free of blood but Ms Brooks' body was glowing with the magic Brendan had cast. He had killed his mother.
Brendan leaned over his mother's dead body tears prickling in his eyes. He glared up at Lilah his eyes ablaze.
"So you are the right boy the Prince of the power," said Lilah and exited through a back entrance to the office.
And for the second time that day the doors of Lilah's office began to shake and heave as they burst . . .
* * *
After the long explanation to Connor as to why the boy must be helped and reading ALL the texts much to Connors annoyance some action was finally being taken.
"Okay. This boy Brendan is obviously at Wolfram and Hart. And knowing Lilah he's probably in her office. So here's the plan. Fred, Gunn you guys go in the back Connor and I will enter through the roof. Cordy, Lorne hold down the fort here and search the web. Try to find any extra information on this child. Lorne if we get him you'll have to read him. Let's get weapons and lets go."
* * *
"Lorne I'll man the computer."
"Sure darling personally I can't stand that thing. I'll go call some contacts."
After about half an hour Cordy found something and read quietly aloud from the screen, "BRENDAN - male Irish, English Pronounced: BREN-dan
From Brendanus, the Latinized form of the Irish name Breanainn which meant "prince"."
* * *
"Wolfram and Hart," Connor murmured under his breath glowering up at the imposing law firm. It had been a slow night so far but finally things were looking up.
Angel with son Connor made his way to the roof.
"Lets go," Angel said exchanging a glance with Connor.
They broke in and were slowly making their way to Lilah's office running into very little resistance. This unnerved Angel it wasn't right. They then turned the corner and it suddenly became clear to Angel why there were so few 'people'. There was a massive three demon.
They turned back round the corner.
"Sh." Connor began.
"Language," Angel said out of habit. He kept thinking how fatherly he had become since Connor had returned from Kort-tove. He stopped his daydream and turned back to Connor. "Con." Now it was Angel's turn to stop talking in mid-sentence. Connor had darted round and now a furious Angel was chasing after him.
It was a difficult battle with the three-headed demon but they did win. Angel was definitely going to talk to Connor later.
"Okay let's get to Lilah," Angel said in a disappointed tone looking at Connor.
Angel and Connor battled their way down to the office and broke through the doors of Lilah's office.
They entered the office and saw the boy Brendan sadly weeping over his mother. Angel whispered "Connor go to him." Connor looked at his father and then went over to Brendan.
Connor looked awkwardly towards Brendan, "Come on, you have to come with us," Connor said gruffly trying to lift Brendan up by one of his spindly arms. Brendan just stared blankly down at his mother's corpse.
"Mum."
Angel glanced up and down the corridor outside of the office, "Come on. We've got to go. Getting in is a lot easier than getting out."
"Come on Brendan we have to go," said Connor more forcefully.
"Angel. We gotta go now," Gunn announced as he and Fred ran down the corridor.
"Connor now!"
"Come on,"
* * *
Brendan sat sadly with his matted fringe pressed against the window screen of Angel's car his eyes slowly watching the scenery as it speed past.
Everyone in the car was silent all thinking it best to leave the boy in peace. Connor was sitting next to Brendan he couldn't help felling some caring towards him even though he didn't trust him. Though he thought to himself he didn't trust many people anyway.
* * *
Angel's car pulled up in front of the hotel. Connor lead the way for Brendan.
"Welcome to your new home Brendan."
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R+R R+R R+R R+R
Save our Souls
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan and others of my characters.
Warning: Beginnings of bad language
Author's note: Thanks to sparkle-2003. I have a reason I haven't given Brendan's age but I would say it's about 8 or 9 years old.
Sorry it took so long flu's been going around school
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Lilah was pushed to the side, the knife still clenched in her hand and Brendan leaped forward and lied next to the thin form of his mother who was dead on the floor. But the icy knife in Lilah's hand was free of blood but Ms Brooks' body was glowing with the magic Brendan had cast. He had killed his mother.
Brendan leaned over his mother's dead body tears prickling in his eyes. He glared up at Lilah his eyes ablaze.
"So you are the right boy the Prince of the power," said Lilah and exited through a back entrance to the office.
And for the second time that day the doors of Lilah's office began to shake and heave as they burst . . .
* * *
After the long explanation to Connor as to why the boy must be helped and reading ALL the texts much to Connors annoyance some action was finally being taken.
"Okay. This boy Brendan is obviously at Wolfram and Hart. And knowing Lilah he's probably in her office. So here's the plan. Fred, Gunn you guys go in the back Connor and I will enter through the roof. Cordy, Lorne hold down the fort here and search the web. Try to find any extra information on this child. Lorne if we get him you'll have to read him. Let's get weapons and lets go."
* * *
"Lorne I'll man the computer."
"Sure darling personally I can't stand that thing. I'll go call some contacts."
After about half an hour Cordy found something and read quietly aloud from the screen, "BRENDAN - male Irish, English Pronounced: BREN-dan
From Brendanus, the Latinized form of the Irish name Breanainn which meant "prince"."
* * *
"Wolfram and Hart," Connor murmured under his breath glowering up at the imposing law firm. It had been a slow night so far but finally things were looking up.
Angel with son Connor made his way to the roof.
"Lets go," Angel said exchanging a glance with Connor.
They broke in and were slowly making their way to Lilah's office running into very little resistance. This unnerved Angel it wasn't right. They then turned the corner and it suddenly became clear to Angel why there were so few 'people'. There was a massive three demon.
They turned back round the corner.
"Sh." Connor began.
"Language," Angel said out of habit. He kept thinking how fatherly he had become since Connor had returned from Kort-tove. He stopped his daydream and turned back to Connor. "Con." Now it was Angel's turn to stop talking in mid-sentence. Connor had darted round and now a furious Angel was chasing after him.
It was a difficult battle with the three-headed demon but they did win. Angel was definitely going to talk to Connor later.
"Okay let's get to Lilah," Angel said in a disappointed tone looking at Connor.
Angel and Connor battled their way down to the office and broke through the doors of Lilah's office.
They entered the office and saw the boy Brendan sadly weeping over his mother. Angel whispered "Connor go to him." Connor looked at his father and then went over to Brendan.
Connor looked awkwardly towards Brendan, "Come on, you have to come with us," Connor said gruffly trying to lift Brendan up by one of his spindly arms. Brendan just stared blankly down at his mother's corpse.
"Mum."
Angel glanced up and down the corridor outside of the office, "Come on. We've got to go. Getting in is a lot easier than getting out."
"Come on Brendan we have to go," said Connor more forcefully.
"Angel. We gotta go now," Gunn announced as he and Fred ran down the corridor.
"Connor now!"
"Come on,"
* * *
Brendan sat sadly with his matted fringe pressed against the window screen of Angel's car his eyes slowly watching the scenery as it speed past.
Everyone in the car was silent all thinking it best to leave the boy in peace. Connor was sitting next to Brendan he couldn't help felling some caring towards him even though he didn't trust him. Though he thought to himself he didn't trust many people anyway.
* * *
Angel's car pulled up in front of the hotel. Connor lead the way for Brendan.
"Welcome to your new home Brendan."
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R+R R+R R+R R+R