Author Note:
In answer to your recent questions:
Imzadi: "Angel looked at him through his rear-view mirror. The look said it all." But Angel has no reflection! And what are "shades of wallpaper?" - Lorne doesn't see Angels face, I was merly stating that Angel had a displeasing look on his face, not that Lorne could see his reflection. Sorry, I should have made that clear. Secondly, "shades of wall paper", I use this term because Will cannot fully make out what he is seeing. It seems as though it is wallpaper, but he is unsure.
Tariq: Where's Gunn? & is this set after 'HOME'? - I have plans for the other members later in the story, but I feel that so far only the few that I have selected are needed. This story is set apart from the real series and has no fixed date. But, I would say that it is set after the Connor saga, when the gang were still in the hotel.
Thanks Guys. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
Nabil.
Wes placed the diary on the table. Deep shock and confusion clouded his mind.
"What the hell is going on here..." He stood up and his towel around his waist dropped to the floor. Wes looked down at himself. "This doesn't help matters." After dressing himself and after about 5 shots of the nearest drink available to him he concentrated and focused on what he had just read. The note pad and pen came back in front of him. The diary placed religiously next to the pad.
"Ok... earlier today I had a vision... I saw Angelus... or Angel... one of the two... with yellow eyes standing in the doorway to the room I found the diary in. Then when I was in a state of shock Angel asked if I was ok. He said Wes. My name..." Wes sat back in his chair, clicked his fingers... what is the link? "Now... Will states in his diary that he also had a vision... that his book floated mid-air as if it were being read by someone else... a ghost... and then he also had a vision... he saw whom he thought was Angelus standing at the door... minus the yellow eyes... and called him Wes." He was stuck. He had no idea what any of this meant.
"Maybe... yes... thats it... maybe this is a re-occurance of something that has already happened in the past. Yes thats it. I'm simply reliving what has happened before. This diary has been lost in time and somehow I am replaying exactly what happened to Will. Of course." Wes rose from his chair and hurried towards his book collection...
Back at the hotel, Angel and Fred enter the room that Wes had found the diary.
"Wait... it's gone... the humming... do you hear it?" Angel gazed across the room. No sight of anything unusual... apart from the gigantic hole in the middle of the floor and the total destruction that took place thanks to the quake.
"No i don't hear anything. But... what's that smell? Do you smell that?" Fred stuck her nose in the air and rose on her tip toes... as if it would help her in some magical way!
"Yeah... yeah I do... smells like" Angel didn't need to sniff as hard "Like... somethings burnt or burning" Angel walked towards where his senses pointed him... to the floor boards that had been struck by the quake... to where Wes had found the diary. The hole was deep and dark, but Angel was certain that there was something down there that was burning. Even though he could see in the dark, it was too far for him to gain an excellent view of.
"Fred, go into the hallway and get me an emergency flash light from the store box" Fred quickly paced through the room, minding not to fall into the floor below her, and into the hallway.
Angel turned towards the hole... that buzzing sound was coming back.
"Damn it." Wes threw down the last book in his collection, called "Time - Enough is Enough" (supposedly a serious book on time travel). His head was now beginning to pound and his anger levels were rising. "All my books prove my theory to be wrong... this diary has nothing to do with time travel at all. It's all wrong!" He picked up the diary and threw it against the wall. The diary hit the wall with a whack and slid down till it hit the floor, next to an old collection of VHS films that had been untouched for many years. Wes pulled up a seat, sat down at the table, hands on forehead and began to concentrate.
"What is the link? What does this mean?" Then he heard it. The diary. It moved. On to its back. Then flipped to a new page. Wes got up and walked cautiously towards the diary. He picked it up in both hands and bought it back to the table with him. The page was blank. Then, slowly, carefully, a small black spek appeared at the top of the page. He placed his face closer to the diary, to examine the spec. Without warning the spek turned into a word. And then more. He jumped back. Someone was writing a new entry into the diary...
Angel grabbed the torch off Fred and aimed it towards the ever growing smell of burning and the sound of that now familiar buzzing and humming. Down, deep into the floor, a dark firey red spec appeared... then grew in size almost instantly into a large red ring. Angel stepped back and gasped. The heat was intense and the smell was worse.
"Angel what is it? Whats wrong?" Fred stepped towards Angel, she was clearly concerned.
"Theres something down there. It's grown. Theres something inside it... but I can't get close enough to see what it is. Its like... some sort of hole... a black hole... a portal?"
Wes sat in amazment as the diary finished its line; *Hello? Is anyone there?* Wes looked at the diary for a moment. Unsure of what to do, he picked up the pen and hovered over the page for a while. Then new writing appeared; *Hello? If you can read this... please respond?* Wes placed the tip of his pen to the diary and wrote; *Whos is this?* He raised his eyebrow. What the hell am I doing, he thought to himself.He was writing on a blank page to himself. His mind soon changed when the diary wrote back; *I am Will. I don't have much time to explain but... some sort of opening has appeared in my room... a red glow circle... and he is in it... he is trying to get me... but I keep pushing him back with holy water* Wesley quickly wrote down his reply, he was unsure of how long this would last, and he needed to get as much information as he could before it stopped. *Who is trying to get you?* The reply was insant; *ANGELUS*
Angel took off his coat. He walked towards the hole in the floor. The red ring still grew bright and firey, but the heat was gone... and in the middle... the shape... a figure of someone...
"Fred... I'm going in to take a closer look" Angel stepped towards the hole in the floor.
"Angel no, I don't think it's safe, the last time a random opening popped up near me I went missing for five years, why don't we wait for the guys to get back first, then we can look together."
"I can't wait, there's someone in there, in that opening, and they might need our help. If anything happens to me, just explain all this to the guys and tell them to come in after me. I need to do this." Angel didn't give her a chance to stop him, he ran to the opening and peered inside the hole... as he got closer to the opening, the figure moved... came closer to the opening... it was a man... no one Angel could visually recognise, as it wasn't that clear. An arm reached out through the opening and yanked Angel through. He landed with a smack straight on his side... The journey through the portal was instant. On the floor, he looked around to see where he was, it was the hotel... before the earthquake, but it looked as though it hadn't been lived in for a long time. He felt the presence of something standing behind him. Angel turned on his back immediately to face the figure. His eyes grew in shock.
"Wes? What are you doing here?" Angel lay helpless on the floor, in search of answers... in total confusion.
"The names William actually... and you Angelus... are about to pay..." He raised a wooden stake high above his head and bought it down on Angel...
(To Be Continued)
In answer to your recent questions:
Imzadi: "Angel looked at him through his rear-view mirror. The look said it all." But Angel has no reflection! And what are "shades of wallpaper?" - Lorne doesn't see Angels face, I was merly stating that Angel had a displeasing look on his face, not that Lorne could see his reflection. Sorry, I should have made that clear. Secondly, "shades of wall paper", I use this term because Will cannot fully make out what he is seeing. It seems as though it is wallpaper, but he is unsure.
Tariq: Where's Gunn? & is this set after 'HOME'? - I have plans for the other members later in the story, but I feel that so far only the few that I have selected are needed. This story is set apart from the real series and has no fixed date. But, I would say that it is set after the Connor saga, when the gang were still in the hotel.
Thanks Guys. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
Nabil.
Wes placed the diary on the table. Deep shock and confusion clouded his mind.
"What the hell is going on here..." He stood up and his towel around his waist dropped to the floor. Wes looked down at himself. "This doesn't help matters." After dressing himself and after about 5 shots of the nearest drink available to him he concentrated and focused on what he had just read. The note pad and pen came back in front of him. The diary placed religiously next to the pad.
"Ok... earlier today I had a vision... I saw Angelus... or Angel... one of the two... with yellow eyes standing in the doorway to the room I found the diary in. Then when I was in a state of shock Angel asked if I was ok. He said Wes. My name..." Wes sat back in his chair, clicked his fingers... what is the link? "Now... Will states in his diary that he also had a vision... that his book floated mid-air as if it were being read by someone else... a ghost... and then he also had a vision... he saw whom he thought was Angelus standing at the door... minus the yellow eyes... and called him Wes." He was stuck. He had no idea what any of this meant.
"Maybe... yes... thats it... maybe this is a re-occurance of something that has already happened in the past. Yes thats it. I'm simply reliving what has happened before. This diary has been lost in time and somehow I am replaying exactly what happened to Will. Of course." Wes rose from his chair and hurried towards his book collection...
Back at the hotel, Angel and Fred enter the room that Wes had found the diary.
"Wait... it's gone... the humming... do you hear it?" Angel gazed across the room. No sight of anything unusual... apart from the gigantic hole in the middle of the floor and the total destruction that took place thanks to the quake.
"No i don't hear anything. But... what's that smell? Do you smell that?" Fred stuck her nose in the air and rose on her tip toes... as if it would help her in some magical way!
"Yeah... yeah I do... smells like" Angel didn't need to sniff as hard "Like... somethings burnt or burning" Angel walked towards where his senses pointed him... to the floor boards that had been struck by the quake... to where Wes had found the diary. The hole was deep and dark, but Angel was certain that there was something down there that was burning. Even though he could see in the dark, it was too far for him to gain an excellent view of.
"Fred, go into the hallway and get me an emergency flash light from the store box" Fred quickly paced through the room, minding not to fall into the floor below her, and into the hallway.
Angel turned towards the hole... that buzzing sound was coming back.
"Damn it." Wes threw down the last book in his collection, called "Time - Enough is Enough" (supposedly a serious book on time travel). His head was now beginning to pound and his anger levels were rising. "All my books prove my theory to be wrong... this diary has nothing to do with time travel at all. It's all wrong!" He picked up the diary and threw it against the wall. The diary hit the wall with a whack and slid down till it hit the floor, next to an old collection of VHS films that had been untouched for many years. Wes pulled up a seat, sat down at the table, hands on forehead and began to concentrate.
"What is the link? What does this mean?" Then he heard it. The diary. It moved. On to its back. Then flipped to a new page. Wes got up and walked cautiously towards the diary. He picked it up in both hands and bought it back to the table with him. The page was blank. Then, slowly, carefully, a small black spek appeared at the top of the page. He placed his face closer to the diary, to examine the spec. Without warning the spek turned into a word. And then more. He jumped back. Someone was writing a new entry into the diary...
Angel grabbed the torch off Fred and aimed it towards the ever growing smell of burning and the sound of that now familiar buzzing and humming. Down, deep into the floor, a dark firey red spec appeared... then grew in size almost instantly into a large red ring. Angel stepped back and gasped. The heat was intense and the smell was worse.
"Angel what is it? Whats wrong?" Fred stepped towards Angel, she was clearly concerned.
"Theres something down there. It's grown. Theres something inside it... but I can't get close enough to see what it is. Its like... some sort of hole... a black hole... a portal?"
Wes sat in amazment as the diary finished its line; *Hello? Is anyone there?* Wes looked at the diary for a moment. Unsure of what to do, he picked up the pen and hovered over the page for a while. Then new writing appeared; *Hello? If you can read this... please respond?* Wes placed the tip of his pen to the diary and wrote; *Whos is this?* He raised his eyebrow. What the hell am I doing, he thought to himself.He was writing on a blank page to himself. His mind soon changed when the diary wrote back; *I am Will. I don't have much time to explain but... some sort of opening has appeared in my room... a red glow circle... and he is in it... he is trying to get me... but I keep pushing him back with holy water* Wesley quickly wrote down his reply, he was unsure of how long this would last, and he needed to get as much information as he could before it stopped. *Who is trying to get you?* The reply was insant; *ANGELUS*
Angel took off his coat. He walked towards the hole in the floor. The red ring still grew bright and firey, but the heat was gone... and in the middle... the shape... a figure of someone...
"Fred... I'm going in to take a closer look" Angel stepped towards the hole in the floor.
"Angel no, I don't think it's safe, the last time a random opening popped up near me I went missing for five years, why don't we wait for the guys to get back first, then we can look together."
"I can't wait, there's someone in there, in that opening, and they might need our help. If anything happens to me, just explain all this to the guys and tell them to come in after me. I need to do this." Angel didn't give her a chance to stop him, he ran to the opening and peered inside the hole... as he got closer to the opening, the figure moved... came closer to the opening... it was a man... no one Angel could visually recognise, as it wasn't that clear. An arm reached out through the opening and yanked Angel through. He landed with a smack straight on his side... The journey through the portal was instant. On the floor, he looked around to see where he was, it was the hotel... before the earthquake, but it looked as though it hadn't been lived in for a long time. He felt the presence of something standing behind him. Angel turned on his back immediately to face the figure. His eyes grew in shock.
"Wes? What are you doing here?" Angel lay helpless on the floor, in search of answers... in total confusion.
"The names William actually... and you Angelus... are about to pay..." He raised a wooden stake high above his head and bought it down on Angel...
(To Be Continued)
