I own and claim no rights to Angel, the series. Only characters unfamiliar to Ats, are original, and mine. (The spell/ritual in here is totally made up, there is no such thing, just for your information). *This is thought, BTW*

~This is a memory sequence~

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Let the Blood Flow

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Angel opened his eyes groggily. He smelled disgusting water, and algae, and the distinct smell of human and another vampire. He lifted his throbbing head and viewed on the opposite wall, the form of a female with black hair, and even darker eyes. She smiled sinisterly, and waved, her movements making metallic sounds against the floor. It was then that Angel noticed that her arms were chained to the opposite wall. He turned away and caught sight of Connor. He was laying on his side, and Angel noticed a large gash that went from the left side of his forehead, to a couple inches shy of his ear. "Connor," Angel whispered. The boy moved slightly, then stilled.

"Connor, get up," Angel said louder, and with relief watched as Connor raised glazed eyes up at him.

"Reproducing seems to be a hobbie of yours Liam."

Angel turned toward the female vampire who had spoken. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She chuckled. "Nothing really. But I am so disappointed in you Liam. I was your favorite, and you can't even remember me!"

"I don't know what you are---" Angel stopped. *She knows my human name.* "Who are you?"

"Aw, Liam. I thought I was a better lay than that. You swore you would never forget me! Though why trust a drunkard's word. I just assumed since you came to the house a lot..." she trailed off, a bitter smile on her face. "Now I have been betrayed by the disgusting bitch I pushed out of me, kicking and screaming. I wish you truly had killed me!"

Angel stared at her for a confused minute, his brain processing what she had said, and slowly beginning to remember exactly who this vampire was. Suddenly, the memory in his brain clicked.

~1752

He tossed a small coin on the table and demanded his rum. The barkeep plopped a large tankard in front of him, the foul smelling liquid sloshing over the side. Taking a large swig, Liam looked out from the side of the glass and nearly spilt the rest of his drink down his shirt. She was coming toward him. The infamous woman, THE woman you had to take to your bed. Unfortunately she was extremely picky and only choose those who caught her fancy. Liam looked on either side of him, thinking she was looking around him. But no, there was no one there. She made her way through the crowded room, and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying enticingly.

"Hello," she said, her voice low and beautiful, with a small Irish lilt. "My name is Liza. Liza Gordon. And you are?"

"Liam," he mutter, his voice heavy with drink.

The woman smiled. "Well Liam," she said, "How about you and me go upstairs and have a little fun?" She leaned forward on tiptoe and licked some of the rum from his chin and lips. Her body shielded the actions of her hand, as she fondled the privates of the rum-addled man in front of her. Without protest, Liam followed Liza up the stairs, and didn't leave until late the next morning.

For the next year he frequented that tavern. He did go to other taverns and bedded other women of course, but he always returned into Liza's waiting arms. He didn't understand his luck. Very few men became Liza's favorites, but since she never denied him, he was obviously one of them. On several occasions she even allowed him a free tumble. It was in the alley behind that tavern that next year, that he met up with a certain beautiful blonde vampire that changed his life forever.~

"Liza?" Angel asked, incredulously.

"Aw. You do remember me! How nice." In a sudden movement, she pulled forward violently, as far as the chains would allow. "I should be given the opportunity to kill ye, ye bastard!" she snarled, her Irish brogue returning hoarsely. She sagged back against the wall, and sighed. "I should have killed her when I knew she wasn't Lysos'. I should have..."

The door to the dank chamber opened and Angela stood in the doorway, her face grim. "Yes mother. Why didn't you?"

Liza didn't responded, and Angela smiled.

Dravin and Brax entered, each holding chains. They grabbed Angel, who fought fiercely before Dravin grabbed the still confused Connor and put a knife to his throat. They led both Angel and Connor away in chains, while Angela was left to deal with her mother. Calmly she knelt down beside her. "Well mother, this is almost over. Soon I will be rid of you, and you of me. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Liza spit into Angela's face. "You betray your own. I knew I should have murdered you in my womb when I felt the soul you held within you."

Angela wiped her face with a clean clothe from her pocket. "Yes, well mom, if you had, we wouldn't be going through any of this. It was your mistake, not mine." Angela grabbed Liza by the hair and pulled her painfully up, removing the chains from the wall. "Now we end this mother."

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They were led onto the Los Angeles streets, in a large van. Brax drove, while Angela and Dravin kept an eye on their 'prisoners'. Angel eyed the girl angrily.

"You didn't have to do this. We might have come with you willingly," he told her.

Angela eyed him with amusement. "Would you have Angel? As much as I would like to believe that, I have dealt with a lot of disappointment in my life," she said, looking pointedly at her mother, who flicked her off, "and I am really don't have the time or the patience to find out if you would or not."

She paused as the van stopped in front of the warehouse they had entered their first night in Los Angeles. "Ah. Were here! Come on, everyone off the bus!"

The Dravin and Brax took Angel and Liza, while Angela helped Connor stagger slowly into the door. Angela touched his forehead tenderly. "Damn it. I am sorry. I forget to hold back on some things. I must have hit you really hard."

She took a ratty blanket and laid it across a long crate. While her henchmen tied Angel and Liza up, away from each other, the girl lay Connor softly on the crate, but made sure to attach his chains to an attachment on the floor. Checking him once more with a kindness that Angel didn't understand, she turned away and began to prepare what looked like an alter.

"So what," Angel asked, "Are you going to sacrifice one of us or something?"

Angela smiled, but didn't look away from her task. "No, but the thought has crossed my mind." She glanced quickly to her mother, who stuck her tongue out at her. Angela laughed.

Half an hour later, the alter was prepared, some of the ingredients for her 'ritual' were laid out, and she was dress in a black, white outlined robe, the hood not hiding her face. She waited for the full moon to shine through the warehouse's sky windows. Positioning a gold bowl, she took a white handled knife (also known as an athame) with elaborate symbols written on the blade. Without flinching, she cut a deep gash on her wrist, and allowed the blood to pour into the bowl. "Blood of the Castor," she whispered.

She dipped the point of the blade into the blood and walked to the front of her alter. She bend down and cast a circle around her form, broke it, stepped out, then put it back together. The blood from the blade identified the circle. She returned to her alter, rose her arms in the air. Then she took the bowl and went to kneel next to Connor. She caressed his face, then pressed her knife into his wrist and let a small amount of blood flow into the bowl. "The blood of one like me," she murmured softly.

She rose to her feet and slowly walked over to stand before her mother. Liza tried to move away, but Angela put the bowl carefully down, and grabbed Liza by the hair. The blade pierced Liza underneath the chin, and Angela picked up the bowl and allowed some blood to drip into it. "Blood of the Mother."

Angela turned to Angel, her eyes sad. He didn't fight as she pierced his arm. His blood dropped into the bowl, as Angela murmured a quiet, "Blood of the Father."

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A/N: Eh. I don't know if ya'll were anticipating that or not...but come on! Angel, Angela! I gave it to ya! Anyway, review and tell me what you think. Take care!