I own and claim no part of Angel, the series. Only the plot is mine, and sorry if it is similar to anyone else's.

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In Depth...

Elizabeth hurried through the jagged corridors a velvet pouch in hand, and stopped in front of a long cloth that covered the doorway of Angela's make- shift room. Inside she could hear the crash and banging sound of things being thrown around and broken. "AHHHHHH!"

Elizabeth entered the room, and ducked, as a glass cup hurled toward her face. With a loud bang, the cup broke into a million pieces. Elizabeth rose to her feet, only to be pushed forcefully back against the wall, her daughter's arm applying pressure to her throat. Though Elizabeth had no need to breathe, she knew that she was walking on thin ice with Angela. She had seen many occasions when here daughter was in a killing mood, and the vampire or demon caught in her fury was given a long, painful death. Her daughter now had that same wild look in her eye, the kind that even Lysos had feared. A look that sometimes caused the end of worlds, and now was focused directly on her. "Is there a problem sweetie?"

"You knew, didn't you? You knew about the boy," she snarled angrily. Elizabeth felt a hot tingly feeling begin in the pit of her stomach. Not a good sign.

"I suspected. I hoped it was untrue, since some prophecies remain undone, but obviously this one is not one of those," Elizabeth said. Angela's face contorted into a deep mask of anger and disgust. "I thought that if you knew, you wouldn't come here."

Angela released her mother. "And do you so know my heart, mother, that you can tell exactly what I want and feel?"

In that moment, Elizabeth realized she knew absolutely nothing about her daughter. Angela was not into talking much, and no matter how hard she tried, Elizabeth could never figure out what she was thinking, which made her a dangerous ally...and an even more dangerous enemy. "I did what I thought was best-"

"Yes, you love to do that mother...unfortunately, you do what is best for you and only you. How...considerate of you," Angela sneered. She placed fingers to massage her temple. "I do not feel like...getting into this right now. I feel..."

Elizabeth put the velvet pouch in Angela's view. "You are getting sick again. You must drink." From within the pouch she drew a large crystal vial. Within the vial was blood, pure and crimson red. "Here." She put her hand out with the vial.

Angela turned away and walked to the opposite rock wall. She wrapped her arms around her waist, as she felt a familiar pain.

"You must drink," Elizabeth told her. "It is your nature. You can not deny yourself this for much longer." She put the vial on a small makeshift desk near Angela's door, and exited.

Angela moved away from the wall and turned toward the vial, eying it like it was something that would attack her at any moment. Reluctantly, she walked over to the desk and removed the crystal stopper. She placed the vial to her lips, and after a moment's hesitation, swallowed it all down. Angela could feel the blood enter her bloodstream, sending fire through her veins. Almost immediately, the pain stopped, and she began to feel the power seep once again through her bones and consume her heart. Loathing filled Angela's being, and she through the vial to the wall and watched as it broke into a million tiny pieces. Her gaze found her reflection in the mirror in a small groove in the wall. Without warning, the mirror cracked, distorting her reflection.

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The morning sun shone through the door of the Hyperion Hotel, also known as Angel Investigations. Wesley sat at the front desk of the hotel, pouring through several books on demonology. Angel walked slowly down the stairs.

"Whatcha doing Wesley?" Though still a bit tense over the fact that Wesley had given his son over to Holtz, an enemy of Angel's, the vampire knew that the Englishman had done what he thought was the right thing.

Wesley looked up from 'Nirthao Demon Illnesses: How to Heal or Destroy a Demon.' "I am researching a way to kill the Demon-Girl," he said simply. "Though ancient texts do mention her sparingly, it fails to mention whether she is immortal or not. After watching her little bout of dizziness, we can assume that for all her alleged power, she can be easily defeated."

"Well, she sure as hell can fight," Connor murmured from the top of the stairs. "She almost broke both of my arms."

"You should have been more careful," Angel scolded. "Stop being so damn cocky, it doesn't help you, trust me."

"I fight the way I want. I was The Destroyer in Quor'toth, remember? I think I can handle myself. I have been pretty successful so far."

"All except for last night," Angel reminded him impatiently. "If the demon girl hadn't hesitated, or stopped, you would be dead right now." Though he tried to hide it, Angel's voice was dripping with concern.

Wesley sat up straighter from his seat, and closed the book. "Why did she stop Connor? She doesn't strike me as one to simply give up a kill."

Connor turned his scowl from his father, to Wesley. Shrugging lightly, he mumbled, "I don't know. We looked at each other, the next thing I know, she stands up and walks away from me."

Wesley stood up, interest apparent all over his face. "Did she say anything?"

Connor raised an eyebrow. "She said my name. Nothing much else. I got this weird feeling in my stomach when I looked in her eyes though."

Wesley turned away from Angel and Connor, and rummaged threw the many piles of books on the table behind the front counter. "Wes?" Angel asked.

Wesley turned to them with a smile of satisfaction. He flipped through a book that was called, 'Children of Lesser Demons, vol. 2.' Connor rolled his eyes. *Book nerd.* He thought.

"Why didn't I think of it before? It was right there under my nose!" Wesley scolded himself.

"Wesley, what are you talking about?" Angel demanded.

"This," Wesley said, stopping at a particular page that was titled simply, 'Angela of Pithorsos.' On the page was a terrible sketch of the girl that Connor had battled the night before. Though the sketch was a horrible example of the girl, her features and eyes proved to Angel and Connor that this was the same girl.

"'Daughter of a vampire sired in 1754. Her mother was later married to the demon Lysos, who later gave his wife the power to conceive his children. Her true father is not known, though it is for certain that Lysos is not her sire. Though born in the Hell Dimension Thernassos, dominion of Lysos Deapothne, Angela the Immortal is linked to the Hell Dimension Pithorsos, where after escaping over half a century of torture given by the demon Fkroko under Lysos' command, she established control. The murder of the former monarchy of Pithorsos through the demoness' hand was followed by her self-appointment to the throne. Since her rule began, she declared peace with the Hell Dimensions, Graniscus, Thryusos, and...Pylea.'" Wesley paused as Angel and Connor looked up to see a worried Lorne coming down the stairs. The demon hurried to the front desk and told Wes to continue. "'Her two hundred year rule ended abruptly, when the demoness placed a far removed relative of the former monarchal line on the throne as her regent, and spent the next two centuries traveling through the dimensions with her mother, Elizabeth who had fled from her husband's fury. Her last known whereabouts were in the Hell Dimension Pylo, where she managed to murder several members of the a demon cult known for the massacre of humans and demons for sacrifice to blood gods. She is known to posses the abilities of telepathy, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, and blood lust, as she is part vampire. One look into this powerful demon's eyes and your entire life will be known. Her eyes have also brought death to those who look into them.'"

Connor frowned. "Angela? Her name is Angela? I thought it would be some long ass demon name, like Lorne's real name."

"Hey," Lorne objected. "My name is fine, thank you, and if you haven't remembered, her mother is part vampire, so she was human once."

Wesley re-examined the book. "I don't know why I didn't see the connection before. I didn't think to look in here, since I believed that her father had to be a powerful demon. It would make sense to put her name here, since she has no father, at least no one knows who he is." He looked at Connor. "So what you felt was her searching through your past. That's how she knew your name."

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why she backed off. Wouldn't she have killed him anyway?" Angel asked.

"Yes, well that is a question that will probably remain unanswered," Wesley said.

"Not really. You could ask me why. That would seem the obvious choice," chimed in a amused voice.