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coincidental, and not intended.
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Demon Blood
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Later that night, Angel and his friends headed downtown, to a small abandoned motel. With Lorne's help, they had managed to find the Empath Demon known as Meyrith. With the information came a warning. "Be careful Angel," Lorne had warned. "I don't know what happened when Demon-Girl and Meyrith met, but now he is beyond paranoia. The boy is crazy. If he feels threatened he will lash out. The boy is nothing short of insanely dangerous."
Angel, Connor and Gunn approached the motel cautiously, aware of several homeless people and drug addicts that roamed the halls. Noticeably, not one of the people who now squatted in the abandoned rooms dared to go to the second floor, the section Angel had been told was lived in by Meyrith. As they began to walk up the stairs, they bristled at the disgusting odors emanating from an open doorway. They hurried quickly passed it and stopped in front of a door marked '215'. Angel and Gunn positioned themselves on either side of the door, while Connor used his feet to knock in the door.
Rushing in, they came face to face with a pale pink empath demon. Meyrith had jumped up when he heard his door broken open. Cigarette in hand he stared at the trio with a mixture of shock and anger. "I thought I told you idiots to stay out!" he cried. "I don't have any money or drugs, and unless you want to be dead--" he paused. "Who are you? You aren't like the others."
Angel nodded his head. "You Meyrith?"
The demon blinked. He turned away from them and went to sit on a dusty cushioned chair. "Meyrith is dead. Didn't you get the memo?" He murmured.
"Look...whatever you are, we know you are Meyrith, so don't deny it," Gunn told him.
"If you knew it was me, then why did you ask the question?" Meyrith asked, flicking the ashes of his cigarette.
"We don't have time for this," Connor said.
"Time for what?" Meyrith asked, a small note of fear creeping into his voice.
"Think of us as you friendly Blood Bank. We are here for a contribution, so we can do this the easy way or the hard--"
Meyrith jumped up and ran toward the windows on the opposite wall.
"Why do they always choose the hard way?" Angel asked, before grabbing Meyrith by the ankles and dragging him back.
"What the hell is this about?" Meyrith screamed.
"Look, we are not going to kill you," Angel told him impatiently, "we just need some blood for a friend of yours."
Meyrith stopped struggling. "I have no friends."
"We know," Connor said, "It's just an old acquaintance you met once on the road."
Gunn took out the knife, but just before he could pierce Meyrith's flesh, the demon kicked him hard in the stomach, arched his back and wiggled out of Angel's grasp. His eyes had glazed over, and he looked crazed and scared out of his mind. "You mean Her," he whispered. "I thought I had felt Her...I didn't want to believe she was here. This can only mean..." Meyrith sank onto the bed in the corner of the room. Angel, Connor and Gunn eyed the demon untrustingly. "I've had nightmares every night since the day I met her. I didn't know what she was, I swear I didn't. She looked so human, and I was so bored, I needed someone to play with. Then out of nowhere, like my dreams were answered comes this...human. So young looking...I thought it was going to be fun."
Gunn looked over to Angel. "Should we care about this?" he whispered, so only Angel and Connor could hear. Angel shrugged, and replied, "Whatever gets him to give us the blood easier."
Meyrith continued, almost oblivious to the fact that anyone was in the room. "She seemed so sweet. I searched her emotions, and found the usually human ones....hopelessness, despair, self-loathing, anger...but there was one emotion she was lacking--fear. She intrigued me so much. It was then that she told me she knew exactly what I had planned to do to her. She looked in my eyes...god, how I wish I had just left then, instead thinking I was a bad-ass demon. She knew, in that moment I could tell, she knew everything I had done, every thing I had killed. There was anger, a lot of anger, all directed at me. In that moment I realized what she was, and felt something in my belly. I thought I was going to die, but I think she knew the better punishment for my sins. She let me live. She let me see every person I had murdered."
Connor shrugged. *Ugh, okay? Why the hell would that freak him out so much.*
Meyrith glanced at them. "I know what you think. And no, I didn't give a rat's ass about the pictures of my victims. I was the one who did those things to them after all. No, it was the pictures that followed that did it. Murders, massacres, tortures of human and demon, images that will haunt me forever. The things done...not even I would subject my worse enemy to." He shuddered at the mere mention of the memories. "Then she showed me death...mine. How I would die, by whose hand. Since then, I haven't been able to lay a hand on a single human. The images are to strong. They torment me night after night."
Angel shifted from one foot to another. "Okay. Well, uh, now we will be getting the blood from you and leave you to your...whatever."
"Do you know why she wants it?" Meyrith whispered.
"Do you?" Angel asked sharply.
Meyrith smiled. "The Heavens turn away the accursed. Yet she is three times cursed. By her mother, by her father...and by herself. She will risk Hell, to be free."
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Angela gently stroked her unconscious mother's hair, softly humming a lullaby she had once heard a women in a poor part of London sing to her babes. Angela had laid out her mother's body on a flat rock surface, waiting for the return of Brax and Dravin. Quietly, the two male vampires entered, looking anxiously for a moment at Elizabeth's sleeping form then back to their true mistress.
"Well?" Angela asked, her hands still stroking Elizabeth's hair.
"They have done it. Meyrith has given them his blood," Brax told her obediently.
"Were there any problems?"
"None my lady," Dravin supplied. "They left unharmed."
"And Meyrith?"
"We did as you asked," Brax answered.
"Good. Take my mother to the holding. Chain her up. She will be getting visitors soon. I don't want her killing them...it would show bad manners," Angela softly brushed her lips against her mothers brow, then moved aside, as Brax carried Elizabeth away.
Dravin walked quietly behind his mistress. "You realize what you are doing?"
"Yes," Angela said. "Don't not fear for yourself Dravin. I have taken care of everything."
"I don't care about that. You do realize when this is all over, it can not be undone?" Dravin asked.
Angela smiled bitterly. "I am very well aware of that. This is what I want. And I will have it. No one will stop me." She laughed sadly. "This could have all been avoided if she had just told me about the boy." With that she left to her 'room'.
Brax returned, joining Dravin in staring fiercely toward Angela's retreating back.
"It is decided?" Brax asked.
Dravin nodded.
"Then we know what we must do."
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The next evening, all was quiet. Shadows of unknown dangers reflected from the overhead lights. Angel and his friends walked toward the Mandocks Warehouse, their car not to far away, but enough to hopefully not make their presence known. The area was empty, the night cool and undisturbed. "Where the hell is she," Connor growled.
"She'll be here," Angel said, though he was beginning to believe she had betrayed them.
"This is a trap Angel. We have to get out of here," Cordy said.
From the shadows, a black cloaked figure appeared. "Your confidence in me is so motivational. I'm here. You have the blood?"
Angel handed her the small glass bottle filled with the empath demon's blood.
Angela tossed the bottle over her shoulder, much to the group's dismay.
"What the hell?" Connor demanded.
Out of the darkness, a hand came into the light, caught the bottle and disappeared.
Angela smiled. "Shall we?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned and quietly opened the warehouse door.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. It was kind of subdued, but I will get into the whole reason behind everything the Demon-Girl is doing really soon! Next chapter coming up, and please review! Tell me what you think, and take care!
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Demon Blood
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Later that night, Angel and his friends headed downtown, to a small abandoned motel. With Lorne's help, they had managed to find the Empath Demon known as Meyrith. With the information came a warning. "Be careful Angel," Lorne had warned. "I don't know what happened when Demon-Girl and Meyrith met, but now he is beyond paranoia. The boy is crazy. If he feels threatened he will lash out. The boy is nothing short of insanely dangerous."
Angel, Connor and Gunn approached the motel cautiously, aware of several homeless people and drug addicts that roamed the halls. Noticeably, not one of the people who now squatted in the abandoned rooms dared to go to the second floor, the section Angel had been told was lived in by Meyrith. As they began to walk up the stairs, they bristled at the disgusting odors emanating from an open doorway. They hurried quickly passed it and stopped in front of a door marked '215'. Angel and Gunn positioned themselves on either side of the door, while Connor used his feet to knock in the door.
Rushing in, they came face to face with a pale pink empath demon. Meyrith had jumped up when he heard his door broken open. Cigarette in hand he stared at the trio with a mixture of shock and anger. "I thought I told you idiots to stay out!" he cried. "I don't have any money or drugs, and unless you want to be dead--" he paused. "Who are you? You aren't like the others."
Angel nodded his head. "You Meyrith?"
The demon blinked. He turned away from them and went to sit on a dusty cushioned chair. "Meyrith is dead. Didn't you get the memo?" He murmured.
"Look...whatever you are, we know you are Meyrith, so don't deny it," Gunn told him.
"If you knew it was me, then why did you ask the question?" Meyrith asked, flicking the ashes of his cigarette.
"We don't have time for this," Connor said.
"Time for what?" Meyrith asked, a small note of fear creeping into his voice.
"Think of us as you friendly Blood Bank. We are here for a contribution, so we can do this the easy way or the hard--"
Meyrith jumped up and ran toward the windows on the opposite wall.
"Why do they always choose the hard way?" Angel asked, before grabbing Meyrith by the ankles and dragging him back.
"What the hell is this about?" Meyrith screamed.
"Look, we are not going to kill you," Angel told him impatiently, "we just need some blood for a friend of yours."
Meyrith stopped struggling. "I have no friends."
"We know," Connor said, "It's just an old acquaintance you met once on the road."
Gunn took out the knife, but just before he could pierce Meyrith's flesh, the demon kicked him hard in the stomach, arched his back and wiggled out of Angel's grasp. His eyes had glazed over, and he looked crazed and scared out of his mind. "You mean Her," he whispered. "I thought I had felt Her...I didn't want to believe she was here. This can only mean..." Meyrith sank onto the bed in the corner of the room. Angel, Connor and Gunn eyed the demon untrustingly. "I've had nightmares every night since the day I met her. I didn't know what she was, I swear I didn't. She looked so human, and I was so bored, I needed someone to play with. Then out of nowhere, like my dreams were answered comes this...human. So young looking...I thought it was going to be fun."
Gunn looked over to Angel. "Should we care about this?" he whispered, so only Angel and Connor could hear. Angel shrugged, and replied, "Whatever gets him to give us the blood easier."
Meyrith continued, almost oblivious to the fact that anyone was in the room. "She seemed so sweet. I searched her emotions, and found the usually human ones....hopelessness, despair, self-loathing, anger...but there was one emotion she was lacking--fear. She intrigued me so much. It was then that she told me she knew exactly what I had planned to do to her. She looked in my eyes...god, how I wish I had just left then, instead thinking I was a bad-ass demon. She knew, in that moment I could tell, she knew everything I had done, every thing I had killed. There was anger, a lot of anger, all directed at me. In that moment I realized what she was, and felt something in my belly. I thought I was going to die, but I think she knew the better punishment for my sins. She let me live. She let me see every person I had murdered."
Connor shrugged. *Ugh, okay? Why the hell would that freak him out so much.*
Meyrith glanced at them. "I know what you think. And no, I didn't give a rat's ass about the pictures of my victims. I was the one who did those things to them after all. No, it was the pictures that followed that did it. Murders, massacres, tortures of human and demon, images that will haunt me forever. The things done...not even I would subject my worse enemy to." He shuddered at the mere mention of the memories. "Then she showed me death...mine. How I would die, by whose hand. Since then, I haven't been able to lay a hand on a single human. The images are to strong. They torment me night after night."
Angel shifted from one foot to another. "Okay. Well, uh, now we will be getting the blood from you and leave you to your...whatever."
"Do you know why she wants it?" Meyrith whispered.
"Do you?" Angel asked sharply.
Meyrith smiled. "The Heavens turn away the accursed. Yet she is three times cursed. By her mother, by her father...and by herself. She will risk Hell, to be free."
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Angela gently stroked her unconscious mother's hair, softly humming a lullaby she had once heard a women in a poor part of London sing to her babes. Angela had laid out her mother's body on a flat rock surface, waiting for the return of Brax and Dravin. Quietly, the two male vampires entered, looking anxiously for a moment at Elizabeth's sleeping form then back to their true mistress.
"Well?" Angela asked, her hands still stroking Elizabeth's hair.
"They have done it. Meyrith has given them his blood," Brax told her obediently.
"Were there any problems?"
"None my lady," Dravin supplied. "They left unharmed."
"And Meyrith?"
"We did as you asked," Brax answered.
"Good. Take my mother to the holding. Chain her up. She will be getting visitors soon. I don't want her killing them...it would show bad manners," Angela softly brushed her lips against her mothers brow, then moved aside, as Brax carried Elizabeth away.
Dravin walked quietly behind his mistress. "You realize what you are doing?"
"Yes," Angela said. "Don't not fear for yourself Dravin. I have taken care of everything."
"I don't care about that. You do realize when this is all over, it can not be undone?" Dravin asked.
Angela smiled bitterly. "I am very well aware of that. This is what I want. And I will have it. No one will stop me." She laughed sadly. "This could have all been avoided if she had just told me about the boy." With that she left to her 'room'.
Brax returned, joining Dravin in staring fiercely toward Angela's retreating back.
"It is decided?" Brax asked.
Dravin nodded.
"Then we know what we must do."
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The next evening, all was quiet. Shadows of unknown dangers reflected from the overhead lights. Angel and his friends walked toward the Mandocks Warehouse, their car not to far away, but enough to hopefully not make their presence known. The area was empty, the night cool and undisturbed. "Where the hell is she," Connor growled.
"She'll be here," Angel said, though he was beginning to believe she had betrayed them.
"This is a trap Angel. We have to get out of here," Cordy said.
From the shadows, a black cloaked figure appeared. "Your confidence in me is so motivational. I'm here. You have the blood?"
Angel handed her the small glass bottle filled with the empath demon's blood.
Angela tossed the bottle over her shoulder, much to the group's dismay.
"What the hell?" Connor demanded.
Out of the darkness, a hand came into the light, caught the bottle and disappeared.
Angela smiled. "Shall we?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned and quietly opened the warehouse door.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. It was kind of subdued, but I will get into the whole reason behind everything the Demon-Girl is doing really soon! Next chapter coming up, and please review! Tell me what you think, and take care!
