Eve roughly washed her hand clean of the blood. Wesley hadn't gotten back
yet and Doyle seemed to be busy. Angel had called moments earlier saying
that he's on his way. Eve couldn't keep herself from telling Angel about
Connor, although Angel didn't recognize Eve, the vampire that had caused
Angelus so much trouble. Who would have thought that two enemies of the
same race could bond so well? Doyle and Eve bonded as soon as they met,
some years ago, before his death. Cordelia thought Eve was interesting and
well Connor, he hated demons altogether, how could she change his mind?
"Eve," Doyle's voice raised from the other room. Eve reluctantly turned off the fosses and grabbed a towel to dry her hands. When they were dry she dropped it onto a table and walked into the other room. Doyle's eyes slid from the screen only to lock with Eve's.
"Nothing human can do the incantation. And nothing demon can neither. The poisonous demon obviously wanted a vampire to. And for one reason, no one without a soul would. But you have no soul." Doyle had no intention to finish.
"I can't," Eve, stated plainly. "Connor is going to bleed to death. Do you know how hard it is to be around human blood? How hard it's to be in that room with out eating him? It hard, extremely. I doubt I'd be able to go in there for a few hours to do a ritual. Doyle." This was it. Connor needed her, where was her friendship?
"You have to," Doyle persisted. There were no more good baddies. They're rare.
"But.Doyle." Eve's voice was rasp with that childish voice. Unknowingly she was changed when she was 16.
Doyle tilted his head forward. He knew that Eve had just given in, she had, and there was no one else. Eve knew that, and her soul or her soulless self knew that she had to take the ball and run.
"Fine. Fine. Bring on the rosemary and I'm there. Deal closed." Eve sullenly sunk onto the couch that rest in the middle of the room.
"Thank you." This came out all wrong. Why was he thanking her? He just felt right, like she was doing this for him not Connor.
"Connor, Connor, wake up." Cordelia shook Connor lightly. He was having a nightmare. A horrible one, indeed. Visions of demons filled his head, chanting spells and killing and doing their demon deeds. Connor tossed and turned; it was too much for Cordelia, she figured that she should wake him.
Connor's eyes shot open; he jerked his head over to face Cordelia. "Are you ok?" She asked him.
"I'm surprise you're still here. You should've gone to Sunnydale." His voice so cold. But she knew it was true. How much she wished she could have, but no, no Angel didn't want her to. Angel would bring the gang to her, not her to them.
"Connor-" Cordelia began. How Connor felt was wrong, he felt sorry for himself, and well no destroyer ought to.
"I'm fine Cordy. Go check on Doyle or something." Connor may have lost his strength but he sure didn't lose his lip. Cordelia gave him a glare and rose from her chair. Fine, if that's the way he wants it, fine. Cordelia walked out of the room.
"Not easy to come by anymore. But I've got some." Wesley walked down the steps to hover over Eve. "Do you know what to do?" Wesley asked Doyle. He had not expected to need a ritual to defect a poison demon so he had nothing to know of it. Luckily Doyle had enough research to know how to perform it properly.
"Yes," Doyle answered, walking around the table to join up with the other two. "You have to mix these ingredients together and Connor has to drink it. There's candles involved and some type of symbol. Eve, and only Eve can say the spell. The spell will take effect after about 5 hours. If we can start now, Connor will be healed almost completely when Angel gets back." Doyle took a book from the counter and dropped it onto Eve's lap, the book opened to the page of the spell. "Have you seen that symbol?" Doyle asked.
Eve looked closely at the drawing on the page. It looked like the David star, except with extra lines. Now of coarse the David star is the six- pointed star. Visions flashed in her mind's eye. Yes of coarse, she used it in an attempt to restrain Angelus, a failure of coarse. But not only that, it was used against her. Where to find it?
Eve droved her hand into her pocket and retrieved a necklace, one that beheld a gold, six-pointed star with some extra lines. "I believe I have seen it."
"Okay, then lets-" A crash came from a demon breaking through a window to the right of Doyle. There it was, the demon. The demon that none of them could kill. What was it here for?
The demon stepped down the few stairs and onto an even platform to Doyle. "Go," Wesley ordered to the two demons.
"You're ordering us?" Eve asked rising from where she sat. "Humans, so hypocritical. How bout you go Wester and we'll stay and ward off this thing." When Wesley didn't move, Eve gave him a look. "Go, man, we got this." Wesley reluctantly left them alone.
"Actually Eve.I'm not much of a fighter," Doyle told her, eyes the stony demon.
"No worry to that," spoke up the demon. "All I want is Eve." His gaze never leaving hers.
"Really. Well don't you all? Go Doyle," Eve ordered without looking at Doyle. Doyle left the room without a question.
Eve moved first, fast and serious. Only she wasn't serious. She had her own rhythm, her style of fighting, original. Eve thrust her arm forward, it was blocked, she then ducked down, avoided a blow. Eve flipped back, landed on her feet. The demon laid blows on Eve, only she blocked every one. Eve did a roundhouse kick to his midsection.
"Dude." There was a gaping space between them. "You've got a major skin problem. Maybe lotion, dude that could clear it. You'd be able to move faster than a statue." Eve sprung into the air and laid a kick to the head for the demon, only knocking it back inches. The demon finally got tired of this game; he shot a hand out forward, catching Eve in the chest, knocking her back into a wall. She fell to the floor, trying to regain her strength.
"Very, well." The demon's pace was slow, but that was okay, Eve was having a difficulty standing. "Too bad you're just like the rest."
"How'd you find me?" Eve asked. Truth has it; the demon had been looking for her ever since he got back. Angelus had betrayed him and he were destroyed. He blamed Angelus and Eve for that. Eve had been good at hiding, until she offer to help Connor. The demon grabbed Eve from the neck and raised her from the ground, higher than the ground and to eyes length. Eve was struggling, she wasn't choking but it did seem to hurt.
"It was easy. You were stupid for helping Angelus and his boy. That's what gave you away." Eve's face wasn't a joke no more. This is the first time she's been serious in 200 years. She was seriously unsure if she were to die or live.
"What is it that you want?" Eve asked. The weight hanged onto her. A pain developed in her neck and shoulders.
"I want a spell," the demon admitted. This was annoying; it began to seem like the world, living or not, revolved around Eve and she didn't like it.
"So. Go find a living witch. I hear they've got more power." Eve relaxed, how hard it was, no one knew, but she found that most useful.
"The shock will kill anything living. You're the only dead one handy." The demon did have truth; how it must suck to have a witch die during a spell.
"Well that's just too damn bad cause I'm not helping you." Well, she couldn't anyways, let's not forget about Connor.
"You like being hurt." That was nothing but the obvious. The demon turned, throwing Eve across the room hitting the wall on the further side. Eve struggled to her feet. The demon was there in a section. Eve backhanded it; the hit went unnoticed. Eve ducked a swing and sneaked underneath its arm. She ran over to the weapons cabinet and pulled out an ax.
"Now's the time to get your stony ass kicked." Eve swung and hit the demon in the head, but the ax didn't cut. She ducked a blow and hit him in the back. She began to through random blows, but his arms blocked all. The demon thrust his hand forward and knocked the ax out of her hands. He then thrust his other hand forward, hitting Eve in an uppercut to the jaw. Eve flew high, over the railing of the stairs and to the second floor. She weakly got to her feet. She fell several times before she reached Connor's room.
Cordelia was asleep. She sat on her knees, her head resting her arms as he leaned onto the bed. "Cordelia." Eve stumbled over to the bed, nearly falling onto it. The shake awoke Cordelia.
"What happened?" Eve's lip was cut and she had a gash above her right eye. A few cuts littered her arms and face.
"The demon's downstairs. Doyle and Wesley are gone. He's not here for Connor but you guys - we have to get out. Angel. We need Angel." Eve's voice died away. "No.we need the book. And Wesley took the herbs. I gotta go get the book." Eve rose from the bed without waking Connor.
"Eve," Cordelia whispered harsh. "But what about-"
"No problem. I'm a vampire, no breath, no noise." Eve creeped out of the room rather clumsily. The demon was nowhere in sight. Eve would have jumped over the rail but she didn't think she could land. She hurried down the stairs and grabbed the book up as she looked around. He must've left. Eve hurriedly ran up the steps, forgetting to be in pain. Eve slid into the room and closed the door.
"We've gotta do this now. But Cordelia, we can't do it here. I know that thing. I've been in hiding for quite awhile so I got places. But we've gotta catch up with Wesley and Doyle. They've got the herbs." Cordelia rose from her tired position. "It might be hard to get Connor there." Cordelia shook Connor.
"Connor.Connor, get up. We've gotta leave. Wake up." Connor slowly opened his life. His energy was draining fast. Eve helped Connor off of the bed, Cordelia walked to the other side and took part in the helping as well.
"Ready?" Doyle asked glancing around the warehouse. Eve held the necklace in one hand, the book in the other. Connor had already drunk the potion.
"Romfay histay I eriveday, owhay illsay ndaay issolventday ehay ebay, aketay histay oisonpay romfay ishay loodbay ndaay ringbay imhay ackbay otay ealthhay," Eve spoke in Latin (okay I don't know any Latin so this is pig Latin. You know, take the first letter add it to the back then add ay. It's easy to translate, but ya might not want to cuz this ain't the best spell.)
A green glow came from the necklace, it grew larger. The glow went across the room and went straight into Connor's wound. Connor slipped into unconsciousness, but that didn't stop the magic. Doyle and Wesley stood behind Eve, they all three stood and watched. Cordelia was 20 feet from Connor, not wanting to go far.
Angel walked into the Hyperion hotel, seeing all the glass he froze. "What the hell happened?" Spike asked, speaking what Angel was thinking.
"It had to be that demon." Angel ran up the stairs and began looking through rooms. He stopped at Connor's. "Connor was here," he said sniffing. "Where is he?" Angel walked closer into the room. He reached the bed, noticing the blood he snatched up the sheet, the one visible. He brought it to his nose then threw it away from him. "It's Connor's," Angel told Buffy, who stood behind him. Angel quickly pushed past Buffy then past an on coming Spike. Xander and the rest hadn't bothered to leave; they decided to look around the hotel to see what else had been damaged.
Angel ran down the stairs and to the door, where he stopped. "He left. Buffy." Angel turned to the now walking down the steps Buffy. "I have to find him." Angel did wait for Buffy to catch up; he rushed himself out the door.
"Eve," Doyle's voice raised from the other room. Eve reluctantly turned off the fosses and grabbed a towel to dry her hands. When they were dry she dropped it onto a table and walked into the other room. Doyle's eyes slid from the screen only to lock with Eve's.
"Nothing human can do the incantation. And nothing demon can neither. The poisonous demon obviously wanted a vampire to. And for one reason, no one without a soul would. But you have no soul." Doyle had no intention to finish.
"I can't," Eve, stated plainly. "Connor is going to bleed to death. Do you know how hard it is to be around human blood? How hard it's to be in that room with out eating him? It hard, extremely. I doubt I'd be able to go in there for a few hours to do a ritual. Doyle." This was it. Connor needed her, where was her friendship?
"You have to," Doyle persisted. There were no more good baddies. They're rare.
"But.Doyle." Eve's voice was rasp with that childish voice. Unknowingly she was changed when she was 16.
Doyle tilted his head forward. He knew that Eve had just given in, she had, and there was no one else. Eve knew that, and her soul or her soulless self knew that she had to take the ball and run.
"Fine. Fine. Bring on the rosemary and I'm there. Deal closed." Eve sullenly sunk onto the couch that rest in the middle of the room.
"Thank you." This came out all wrong. Why was he thanking her? He just felt right, like she was doing this for him not Connor.
"Connor, Connor, wake up." Cordelia shook Connor lightly. He was having a nightmare. A horrible one, indeed. Visions of demons filled his head, chanting spells and killing and doing their demon deeds. Connor tossed and turned; it was too much for Cordelia, she figured that she should wake him.
Connor's eyes shot open; he jerked his head over to face Cordelia. "Are you ok?" She asked him.
"I'm surprise you're still here. You should've gone to Sunnydale." His voice so cold. But she knew it was true. How much she wished she could have, but no, no Angel didn't want her to. Angel would bring the gang to her, not her to them.
"Connor-" Cordelia began. How Connor felt was wrong, he felt sorry for himself, and well no destroyer ought to.
"I'm fine Cordy. Go check on Doyle or something." Connor may have lost his strength but he sure didn't lose his lip. Cordelia gave him a glare and rose from her chair. Fine, if that's the way he wants it, fine. Cordelia walked out of the room.
"Not easy to come by anymore. But I've got some." Wesley walked down the steps to hover over Eve. "Do you know what to do?" Wesley asked Doyle. He had not expected to need a ritual to defect a poison demon so he had nothing to know of it. Luckily Doyle had enough research to know how to perform it properly.
"Yes," Doyle answered, walking around the table to join up with the other two. "You have to mix these ingredients together and Connor has to drink it. There's candles involved and some type of symbol. Eve, and only Eve can say the spell. The spell will take effect after about 5 hours. If we can start now, Connor will be healed almost completely when Angel gets back." Doyle took a book from the counter and dropped it onto Eve's lap, the book opened to the page of the spell. "Have you seen that symbol?" Doyle asked.
Eve looked closely at the drawing on the page. It looked like the David star, except with extra lines. Now of coarse the David star is the six- pointed star. Visions flashed in her mind's eye. Yes of coarse, she used it in an attempt to restrain Angelus, a failure of coarse. But not only that, it was used against her. Where to find it?
Eve droved her hand into her pocket and retrieved a necklace, one that beheld a gold, six-pointed star with some extra lines. "I believe I have seen it."
"Okay, then lets-" A crash came from a demon breaking through a window to the right of Doyle. There it was, the demon. The demon that none of them could kill. What was it here for?
The demon stepped down the few stairs and onto an even platform to Doyle. "Go," Wesley ordered to the two demons.
"You're ordering us?" Eve asked rising from where she sat. "Humans, so hypocritical. How bout you go Wester and we'll stay and ward off this thing." When Wesley didn't move, Eve gave him a look. "Go, man, we got this." Wesley reluctantly left them alone.
"Actually Eve.I'm not much of a fighter," Doyle told her, eyes the stony demon.
"No worry to that," spoke up the demon. "All I want is Eve." His gaze never leaving hers.
"Really. Well don't you all? Go Doyle," Eve ordered without looking at Doyle. Doyle left the room without a question.
Eve moved first, fast and serious. Only she wasn't serious. She had her own rhythm, her style of fighting, original. Eve thrust her arm forward, it was blocked, she then ducked down, avoided a blow. Eve flipped back, landed on her feet. The demon laid blows on Eve, only she blocked every one. Eve did a roundhouse kick to his midsection.
"Dude." There was a gaping space between them. "You've got a major skin problem. Maybe lotion, dude that could clear it. You'd be able to move faster than a statue." Eve sprung into the air and laid a kick to the head for the demon, only knocking it back inches. The demon finally got tired of this game; he shot a hand out forward, catching Eve in the chest, knocking her back into a wall. She fell to the floor, trying to regain her strength.
"Very, well." The demon's pace was slow, but that was okay, Eve was having a difficulty standing. "Too bad you're just like the rest."
"How'd you find me?" Eve asked. Truth has it; the demon had been looking for her ever since he got back. Angelus had betrayed him and he were destroyed. He blamed Angelus and Eve for that. Eve had been good at hiding, until she offer to help Connor. The demon grabbed Eve from the neck and raised her from the ground, higher than the ground and to eyes length. Eve was struggling, she wasn't choking but it did seem to hurt.
"It was easy. You were stupid for helping Angelus and his boy. That's what gave you away." Eve's face wasn't a joke no more. This is the first time she's been serious in 200 years. She was seriously unsure if she were to die or live.
"What is it that you want?" Eve asked. The weight hanged onto her. A pain developed in her neck and shoulders.
"I want a spell," the demon admitted. This was annoying; it began to seem like the world, living or not, revolved around Eve and she didn't like it.
"So. Go find a living witch. I hear they've got more power." Eve relaxed, how hard it was, no one knew, but she found that most useful.
"The shock will kill anything living. You're the only dead one handy." The demon did have truth; how it must suck to have a witch die during a spell.
"Well that's just too damn bad cause I'm not helping you." Well, she couldn't anyways, let's not forget about Connor.
"You like being hurt." That was nothing but the obvious. The demon turned, throwing Eve across the room hitting the wall on the further side. Eve struggled to her feet. The demon was there in a section. Eve backhanded it; the hit went unnoticed. Eve ducked a swing and sneaked underneath its arm. She ran over to the weapons cabinet and pulled out an ax.
"Now's the time to get your stony ass kicked." Eve swung and hit the demon in the head, but the ax didn't cut. She ducked a blow and hit him in the back. She began to through random blows, but his arms blocked all. The demon thrust his hand forward and knocked the ax out of her hands. He then thrust his other hand forward, hitting Eve in an uppercut to the jaw. Eve flew high, over the railing of the stairs and to the second floor. She weakly got to her feet. She fell several times before she reached Connor's room.
Cordelia was asleep. She sat on her knees, her head resting her arms as he leaned onto the bed. "Cordelia." Eve stumbled over to the bed, nearly falling onto it. The shake awoke Cordelia.
"What happened?" Eve's lip was cut and she had a gash above her right eye. A few cuts littered her arms and face.
"The demon's downstairs. Doyle and Wesley are gone. He's not here for Connor but you guys - we have to get out. Angel. We need Angel." Eve's voice died away. "No.we need the book. And Wesley took the herbs. I gotta go get the book." Eve rose from the bed without waking Connor.
"Eve," Cordelia whispered harsh. "But what about-"
"No problem. I'm a vampire, no breath, no noise." Eve creeped out of the room rather clumsily. The demon was nowhere in sight. Eve would have jumped over the rail but she didn't think she could land. She hurried down the stairs and grabbed the book up as she looked around. He must've left. Eve hurriedly ran up the steps, forgetting to be in pain. Eve slid into the room and closed the door.
"We've gotta do this now. But Cordelia, we can't do it here. I know that thing. I've been in hiding for quite awhile so I got places. But we've gotta catch up with Wesley and Doyle. They've got the herbs." Cordelia rose from her tired position. "It might be hard to get Connor there." Cordelia shook Connor.
"Connor.Connor, get up. We've gotta leave. Wake up." Connor slowly opened his life. His energy was draining fast. Eve helped Connor off of the bed, Cordelia walked to the other side and took part in the helping as well.
"Ready?" Doyle asked glancing around the warehouse. Eve held the necklace in one hand, the book in the other. Connor had already drunk the potion.
"Romfay histay I eriveday, owhay illsay ndaay issolventday ehay ebay, aketay histay oisonpay romfay ishay loodbay ndaay ringbay imhay ackbay otay ealthhay," Eve spoke in Latin (okay I don't know any Latin so this is pig Latin. You know, take the first letter add it to the back then add ay. It's easy to translate, but ya might not want to cuz this ain't the best spell.)
A green glow came from the necklace, it grew larger. The glow went across the room and went straight into Connor's wound. Connor slipped into unconsciousness, but that didn't stop the magic. Doyle and Wesley stood behind Eve, they all three stood and watched. Cordelia was 20 feet from Connor, not wanting to go far.
Angel walked into the Hyperion hotel, seeing all the glass he froze. "What the hell happened?" Spike asked, speaking what Angel was thinking.
"It had to be that demon." Angel ran up the stairs and began looking through rooms. He stopped at Connor's. "Connor was here," he said sniffing. "Where is he?" Angel walked closer into the room. He reached the bed, noticing the blood he snatched up the sheet, the one visible. He brought it to his nose then threw it away from him. "It's Connor's," Angel told Buffy, who stood behind him. Angel quickly pushed past Buffy then past an on coming Spike. Xander and the rest hadn't bothered to leave; they decided to look around the hotel to see what else had been damaged.
Angel ran down the stairs and to the door, where he stopped. "He left. Buffy." Angel turned to the now walking down the steps Buffy. "I have to find him." Angel did wait for Buffy to catch up; he rushed himself out the door.