Title: The Horror of Amusement
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: Back to PG for the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. ME, Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, yadda yadda yadda. I think I should own them. I want them for my own. I want the money ME is making off them.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: well duh.
Summary: Angel Investigations decide to take a few days off after their ordeal with the First to spend somewhere fun, but the fun doesn't last long. Sequel to my last fic, formerly titled "Currently Untitled", now titled "When the Face of Evil is the Face You Love."
Part 7 Homecoming
"Do you think it's safe yet?" Gunn asked, looking toward the entrance to the ride. Wesley had given the three others the antidote to fight the fever, and they were all starving.
Angel looked over at Cordelia and lowered his eyes as she glanced at him and then quickly glanced away. "Only way to find out is to go out there I guess," he spoke quickly and began gathering up their things.
"And since Angel was part human, you were able to conceive a child," Wesley explained to a still frightened Cordy.
"But three months pregnant?"
"Time passed really quickly there for us," Fred answered. "When you went to sleep after I got you out of the shower, three months passed. It was really weird. Every night that I went to sleep, a few days or a week would pass but Angel acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. I guess I had woken up every day, same as usual, I just don't remember it."
"Did I ever wake up?"
Fred shook her head. "Every day I came in and checked on you. I brushed your hair, but you hardly even moved."
"I feel like I only slept for a day, not three months."
"Which would probably explain why you didn't starve. Your body only processed it as one night, whereas the baby, since conceived there, responded to time as it was in that universe."
Cordelia looked at Wesley with a blank stare. "I've time-traveled through almost four years, don't get all technical on me now."
"Your baby is on an alternate time line. There's no telling how it will respond to this universe."
"So basically you're saying that I could go all Pop 'N Fresh overnight?" She looked at Wesley's confused expression and rolled her eyes. "I could give birth to this baby at any time?"
"Or it could take longer. As I said, there's no way to tell how it will respond."
"That's just what we need; another one of Angel's kids being Miracle-Gro- ed," she muttered under her breath, but one in the group heard her.
Angel hung his head slightly at her words, the pain etched deeply into his perfect features. He turned away from the woman he loved, unable to bear the way she thought about him now. "Come on, we need to get out of here."
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They walked through the deserted amusement park and Cordelia shuddered despite the heat. "I feel like I'm stuck in a lame horror flick."
"Don't say that!" Gunn called ahead urgently. "The brother always gets offed in those movies!"
"I don't think you have to worry about that Gunn. You are more than capable of protecting yourself," Cordy smiled and fell back a few steps until she was walking beside him and Fred. "I'd trust you with my life."
Angel gripped the sword Wesley had brought back from the hotel room even tighter. Cordy's increasing distance from him did not go un-noticed. He wanted her beside him where ihe/i could protect here. "Everyone stick close. No more than an arms-length between us. I don't want anyone getting lost," he called out flatly and quickened his pace.
"Hey, you okay Peaches?"
Angel turned on the green demon and held the sword to his throat. "Don't call me that. And I'm fine. What could be wrong?" He looked over at Cordelia and her expression caused him to want to crawl into the nearest hole and turn to dust. She looked at him with a dark expression, her beautiful eyes burning a hole through his tainted soul.
"Are you okay Lorne?" she asked, her icy glare never leaving Angel.
"Peachy keen Princess," Lorne laughed nervously and backed away from the vampire. "Broody-Buns here just caught me off guard."
"Well, he had no right to take his frustration out on you Lorne. If he has a problem, he needs to deal with its source."
Angel was about to respond when an un-earthly shriek interrupted him. He spun around to see the demon charging them at an incredible speed. He raised his sword and swung it in defense, barely phasing the creature that tackled his son to the ground.
Connor fought with the demon punching and kicking while trying to avoid the small, poisonous blade it wielded.
"Connor!" Fred cried out and rushed to help the men pull the demon off the boy.
Cordy tried to run and help but Lorne held her back. "Let go Lorne! I have to help?"
"How? Do you see a forgotten tentacle or a limb they don't have covered? Besides, you need to think about the bun in your oven. Connor can fight back Princess; that little sweetie is completely dependent on you."
She nodded in defeat and watched as the gang succeeded in pulling the creature off of Connor and then throw them all off like flies.
Angel jumped to his feet and lunged at it, striking deep into one of its arms. He pulled out his weapon and struck again, this time severing the limb.
It shrieked again and then looked at Cordelia and the bulge in her tummy. "My babies," it hissed, sadness in its voice.
"Uh, no, my baby," she told it and rubbed her stomach protectively.
"You!" The demon turned around and pointed a finger at each of them. "You take my babies!"
"Listen Beasty, we didn't take no one's babies," Gunn said and moved Fred behind him.
Wesley took a step forward and held up his hands to show the demon he meant it no harm. "I can assure you that we did not take your children. What happened?"
"Your kind, come to our home, destroy our home, kill my kind, take my babies. They make this place. Been alone so very long."
"Why do you kill our children?"
"Not kill. Use to open portal. Use to open door to ancestral home. Want to go home." The demon lowered its head sadly.
"That doesn't give you the right to hurt my friend, my family," Angel growled angrily.
"Actually, when you think about it, how is it much different than what we would do if the tables were turned?" Fred pointed out. "Her babies were stolen when humans decided to build Disneyland. She's just trying to get back to her own kind."
"The girl has a point. When old Wally decided to build here.well, she's trying to get back to her Kansas, Toto," Lorne told Angel.
"What if we can help you? What if we can open the portal for you without using children?"
"Send me home?"
"Yes, send you home," Wesley nodded and the creature gave a smile.
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"Are we sure we sent that thing home?" Cordelia asked, her hand instinctively resting on the small bump in her midsection.
"Relatively sure. We sent it somewhere."
Cordy looked at Wes and sighed. "That is oh so reassuring."
Angel listened to the conversation from his office and slumped back against the chair. Since they had gotten home, she had been avoiding him. If he stood too close to her, she'd move away; if they were alone in a room together, she'd run away.
He stood up and walked into the lobby when he heard a mention of Disneyland on the news.
i"In a miraculous development, all of the children that have disappeared from the famed amusement park were returned to their homes a few nights ago. Some of them have been missing for years, but not on of them could tell investigators where they'd been. A spokesperson for the LAPD said that at the time, they have no leads but are grateful that the kidnapper finally released the children with no apparent injuries."/i
"Ignorant morons," Cordy groaned and scrunched up her nose when the anchorwoman was shown. "Could she look any trashier? I remember when I was like that."
"Trashy?" Gunn asked with confusion.
"No! An ignorant moron!"
"Who's an ignorant moron?" Connor asked when he walked in from the kitchen.
"Cordy," Gunn answered non-chalantly.
Cordy hit his arm. "I am not!"
"But you just said-"
" I said I iwas/i!"
"I.I think you're." Angel trailed off as Cordy looked at him uneasily. He raised his eyes and looked into hers only to see a familiar yet almost forgotten sign. He sprung into action.
Cordy gripped her head and felt the pain tear through her skull. She hadn't felt the pain in close to a year, but there it was once again. She collapsed and cried out, but Angel caught her gently.
"What did you see?"
She looked up into Angel's eyes and then scrambled to her feet. "I don't feel.something's wrong.I have to go!" She ran out the front door and into the sunshine.
"Cordy!" Angel jumped up and raced to the door.
"Angel, you can't go out there man!" Gunn grabbed his arm so he would run to his death.
"We have to find her! Something's wrong with her and the baby!"
"How do you know?" Connor asked.
"Blood. I could smell blood."
TBC in "Children of the Grave"
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: Back to PG for the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. ME, Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, yadda yadda yadda. I think I should own them. I want them for my own. I want the money ME is making off them.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: well duh.
Summary: Angel Investigations decide to take a few days off after their ordeal with the First to spend somewhere fun, but the fun doesn't last long. Sequel to my last fic, formerly titled "Currently Untitled", now titled "When the Face of Evil is the Face You Love."
Part 7 Homecoming
"Do you think it's safe yet?" Gunn asked, looking toward the entrance to the ride. Wesley had given the three others the antidote to fight the fever, and they were all starving.
Angel looked over at Cordelia and lowered his eyes as she glanced at him and then quickly glanced away. "Only way to find out is to go out there I guess," he spoke quickly and began gathering up their things.
"And since Angel was part human, you were able to conceive a child," Wesley explained to a still frightened Cordy.
"But three months pregnant?"
"Time passed really quickly there for us," Fred answered. "When you went to sleep after I got you out of the shower, three months passed. It was really weird. Every night that I went to sleep, a few days or a week would pass but Angel acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. I guess I had woken up every day, same as usual, I just don't remember it."
"Did I ever wake up?"
Fred shook her head. "Every day I came in and checked on you. I brushed your hair, but you hardly even moved."
"I feel like I only slept for a day, not three months."
"Which would probably explain why you didn't starve. Your body only processed it as one night, whereas the baby, since conceived there, responded to time as it was in that universe."
Cordelia looked at Wesley with a blank stare. "I've time-traveled through almost four years, don't get all technical on me now."
"Your baby is on an alternate time line. There's no telling how it will respond to this universe."
"So basically you're saying that I could go all Pop 'N Fresh overnight?" She looked at Wesley's confused expression and rolled her eyes. "I could give birth to this baby at any time?"
"Or it could take longer. As I said, there's no way to tell how it will respond."
"That's just what we need; another one of Angel's kids being Miracle-Gro- ed," she muttered under her breath, but one in the group heard her.
Angel hung his head slightly at her words, the pain etched deeply into his perfect features. He turned away from the woman he loved, unable to bear the way she thought about him now. "Come on, we need to get out of here."
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They walked through the deserted amusement park and Cordelia shuddered despite the heat. "I feel like I'm stuck in a lame horror flick."
"Don't say that!" Gunn called ahead urgently. "The brother always gets offed in those movies!"
"I don't think you have to worry about that Gunn. You are more than capable of protecting yourself," Cordy smiled and fell back a few steps until she was walking beside him and Fred. "I'd trust you with my life."
Angel gripped the sword Wesley had brought back from the hotel room even tighter. Cordy's increasing distance from him did not go un-noticed. He wanted her beside him where ihe/i could protect here. "Everyone stick close. No more than an arms-length between us. I don't want anyone getting lost," he called out flatly and quickened his pace.
"Hey, you okay Peaches?"
Angel turned on the green demon and held the sword to his throat. "Don't call me that. And I'm fine. What could be wrong?" He looked over at Cordelia and her expression caused him to want to crawl into the nearest hole and turn to dust. She looked at him with a dark expression, her beautiful eyes burning a hole through his tainted soul.
"Are you okay Lorne?" she asked, her icy glare never leaving Angel.
"Peachy keen Princess," Lorne laughed nervously and backed away from the vampire. "Broody-Buns here just caught me off guard."
"Well, he had no right to take his frustration out on you Lorne. If he has a problem, he needs to deal with its source."
Angel was about to respond when an un-earthly shriek interrupted him. He spun around to see the demon charging them at an incredible speed. He raised his sword and swung it in defense, barely phasing the creature that tackled his son to the ground.
Connor fought with the demon punching and kicking while trying to avoid the small, poisonous blade it wielded.
"Connor!" Fred cried out and rushed to help the men pull the demon off the boy.
Cordy tried to run and help but Lorne held her back. "Let go Lorne! I have to help?"
"How? Do you see a forgotten tentacle or a limb they don't have covered? Besides, you need to think about the bun in your oven. Connor can fight back Princess; that little sweetie is completely dependent on you."
She nodded in defeat and watched as the gang succeeded in pulling the creature off of Connor and then throw them all off like flies.
Angel jumped to his feet and lunged at it, striking deep into one of its arms. He pulled out his weapon and struck again, this time severing the limb.
It shrieked again and then looked at Cordelia and the bulge in her tummy. "My babies," it hissed, sadness in its voice.
"Uh, no, my baby," she told it and rubbed her stomach protectively.
"You!" The demon turned around and pointed a finger at each of them. "You take my babies!"
"Listen Beasty, we didn't take no one's babies," Gunn said and moved Fred behind him.
Wesley took a step forward and held up his hands to show the demon he meant it no harm. "I can assure you that we did not take your children. What happened?"
"Your kind, come to our home, destroy our home, kill my kind, take my babies. They make this place. Been alone so very long."
"Why do you kill our children?"
"Not kill. Use to open portal. Use to open door to ancestral home. Want to go home." The demon lowered its head sadly.
"That doesn't give you the right to hurt my friend, my family," Angel growled angrily.
"Actually, when you think about it, how is it much different than what we would do if the tables were turned?" Fred pointed out. "Her babies were stolen when humans decided to build Disneyland. She's just trying to get back to her own kind."
"The girl has a point. When old Wally decided to build here.well, she's trying to get back to her Kansas, Toto," Lorne told Angel.
"What if we can help you? What if we can open the portal for you without using children?"
"Send me home?"
"Yes, send you home," Wesley nodded and the creature gave a smile.
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"Are we sure we sent that thing home?" Cordelia asked, her hand instinctively resting on the small bump in her midsection.
"Relatively sure. We sent it somewhere."
Cordy looked at Wes and sighed. "That is oh so reassuring."
Angel listened to the conversation from his office and slumped back against the chair. Since they had gotten home, she had been avoiding him. If he stood too close to her, she'd move away; if they were alone in a room together, she'd run away.
He stood up and walked into the lobby when he heard a mention of Disneyland on the news.
i"In a miraculous development, all of the children that have disappeared from the famed amusement park were returned to their homes a few nights ago. Some of them have been missing for years, but not on of them could tell investigators where they'd been. A spokesperson for the LAPD said that at the time, they have no leads but are grateful that the kidnapper finally released the children with no apparent injuries."/i
"Ignorant morons," Cordy groaned and scrunched up her nose when the anchorwoman was shown. "Could she look any trashier? I remember when I was like that."
"Trashy?" Gunn asked with confusion.
"No! An ignorant moron!"
"Who's an ignorant moron?" Connor asked when he walked in from the kitchen.
"Cordy," Gunn answered non-chalantly.
Cordy hit his arm. "I am not!"
"But you just said-"
" I said I iwas/i!"
"I.I think you're." Angel trailed off as Cordy looked at him uneasily. He raised his eyes and looked into hers only to see a familiar yet almost forgotten sign. He sprung into action.
Cordy gripped her head and felt the pain tear through her skull. She hadn't felt the pain in close to a year, but there it was once again. She collapsed and cried out, but Angel caught her gently.
"What did you see?"
She looked up into Angel's eyes and then scrambled to her feet. "I don't feel.something's wrong.I have to go!" She ran out the front door and into the sunshine.
"Cordy!" Angel jumped up and raced to the door.
"Angel, you can't go out there man!" Gunn grabbed his arm so he would run to his death.
"We have to find her! Something's wrong with her and the baby!"
"How do you know?" Connor asked.
"Blood. I could smell blood."
TBC in "Children of the Grave"