A/N: Well, thanks again Undefined, and I'm good to my word...here's 11...:)
It could take a while, but as of 12-10-02, it's started...Well, at least
the A/N is....heheh
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The teens arrived in L.A as dawm was coming. She and Connor sat on the futon, silent as can be. "So..." Connor trailed. "Yeah." Mir said, looking away. She stood abruptly and went into his small bathroom. She threw her bloody clothes on the floor and jumped into his shower. She turned the hot faucet as far as it could go, and flinched as the scalding water hit her ice skin. It felt good, the pain dirstacting her from her emotions. She turned the cold on to balance it, and began to cry as she pulled the warm water over her feartures. Why? Why was everything she loved ripped from her?! She was afraid to be near Connor, she was falling for him every second, and if he died, or died for good...she'd kill herself. She caused others pain. Mir's gift was death. She let herself cry for a few more minutes, before willing herself to stop. She left the shower, her body feeling the loss of the heat. She wrapped herself in the black towel, and went back to Connor. He was lying down on the futon. Mir waved her hand over her body, magic humming from the day's activities. She whispered a calming spell, and then lay next to the man. She wrapped her arms around him and fell into her magic induced dreams.
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Angel paced worridly around the Hyperion. He had checked Mir's room, with an apology worked out, and she was gone! He had growled and yelled all day since then. As night fell he prowled the town. She was no where to be found, and neither was Connor. He was worried the two had ran off, but then realized it was a stupid conclusin to make. As it neared dawn, the phone rang. Angel raced to the stand and yanked the reciever to his ear. "Hello?" he yelled.
"Angel. It's Connor..." his wayward son whispered into the phone.
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After Connor had talked to his father and explained the missing Miranda, he felt a little more at ease. She was lying peacefully on the futon, towel draped on her hips. She was smiling, and her lips were a pale pink in the muted sunlight which seeped through even the blackest curtains. He opened the book which lay on the floor by his feet. "How much did you tell her?" he asked it. It's pages blurred at light speed to the last page. "Everything" it stated, and Connor sucked a breath. "Why?" he asked, worried about Mir. "The time is near and yet far. You have only begun your journey, and it has begun. Flee this country. She did not kill that master. His power grows, as does his anger, as his body heals. If you do not run, he will destroy all those whom you love." the book whispered. Connor winced, he couldn't see Mir dealing with another death after that of all of her family. But, where would they go? "We can't..." he pleaded with the book. "We do not make the rules, young King. We only tell you what you ask." the book spelled. Connor sighed and closed it. He moved to his dresser and began to pack a large bag.
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Mir awoke alone. She pulled the towel back onto her body and then stood shakily. "Connor?" she called. No answer. Mir's hunger for blood flared. She smelled it everywhere. Turning to the wall, she screamed. "RUN" was written across in in blood. "Oh, God...Connor..."
A/N: Yes, it's short. Deal, there will be more with REVIEWS;)
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The teens arrived in L.A as dawm was coming. She and Connor sat on the futon, silent as can be. "So..." Connor trailed. "Yeah." Mir said, looking away. She stood abruptly and went into his small bathroom. She threw her bloody clothes on the floor and jumped into his shower. She turned the hot faucet as far as it could go, and flinched as the scalding water hit her ice skin. It felt good, the pain dirstacting her from her emotions. She turned the cold on to balance it, and began to cry as she pulled the warm water over her feartures. Why? Why was everything she loved ripped from her?! She was afraid to be near Connor, she was falling for him every second, and if he died, or died for good...she'd kill herself. She caused others pain. Mir's gift was death. She let herself cry for a few more minutes, before willing herself to stop. She left the shower, her body feeling the loss of the heat. She wrapped herself in the black towel, and went back to Connor. He was lying down on the futon. Mir waved her hand over her body, magic humming from the day's activities. She whispered a calming spell, and then lay next to the man. She wrapped her arms around him and fell into her magic induced dreams.
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Angel paced worridly around the Hyperion. He had checked Mir's room, with an apology worked out, and she was gone! He had growled and yelled all day since then. As night fell he prowled the town. She was no where to be found, and neither was Connor. He was worried the two had ran off, but then realized it was a stupid conclusin to make. As it neared dawn, the phone rang. Angel raced to the stand and yanked the reciever to his ear. "Hello?" he yelled.
"Angel. It's Connor..." his wayward son whispered into the phone.
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After Connor had talked to his father and explained the missing Miranda, he felt a little more at ease. She was lying peacefully on the futon, towel draped on her hips. She was smiling, and her lips were a pale pink in the muted sunlight which seeped through even the blackest curtains. He opened the book which lay on the floor by his feet. "How much did you tell her?" he asked it. It's pages blurred at light speed to the last page. "Everything" it stated, and Connor sucked a breath. "Why?" he asked, worried about Mir. "The time is near and yet far. You have only begun your journey, and it has begun. Flee this country. She did not kill that master. His power grows, as does his anger, as his body heals. If you do not run, he will destroy all those whom you love." the book whispered. Connor winced, he couldn't see Mir dealing with another death after that of all of her family. But, where would they go? "We can't..." he pleaded with the book. "We do not make the rules, young King. We only tell you what you ask." the book spelled. Connor sighed and closed it. He moved to his dresser and began to pack a large bag.
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Mir awoke alone. She pulled the towel back onto her body and then stood shakily. "Connor?" she called. No answer. Mir's hunger for blood flared. She smelled it everywhere. Turning to the wall, she screamed. "RUN" was written across in in blood. "Oh, God...Connor..."
A/N: Yes, it's short. Deal, there will be more with REVIEWS;)
