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Also from Birdless to rememberest is the first stanza of apoem called "Tutto e Sciolto" by James Joyce.
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Summery: Gunn is in town banging up demons for information, Fred is talking to Lorn while Cordy and Wes are at Hyperion doing what they need to do...Meanwhile Angelus is giving Angel that tour he promised him...The fun's already started...
Eating from the inside out!!
Chapter 4:
Part 1: "X marks the spot"
Angelus was standing in front of a door, his hand wavering just inches from it's bloodied knob... he watched Angel intently "Remember when I asked if you were going to share you're good deeds with me t'ill I died?" Angel did not answer simply looking away seeming very uninterested "Well, I've decided that that is not such a bad idea..." Angel was still playing deaf. Angelus didn't care... grabbed the knob he smiled a secret smile that Angel could not see as he was standing behind Angelus... the Angelus said " I'm talking blast from the past..."
That got Angel's attention. He whirled around "What? What are you talking about?" Angelus was smiling maliciously, he did not answer. Angel knew why, he had ignored Angelus. Angelus hated being ignored therefor, in his mind, Angel's reaction was too little too late. Instead Angelus stepped aside and immediately Angel felt the pull before he could react he was sucked into the door. Angelus smiled and waved good-buy.
Angel had his eyes closed but he could here Angelus, he didn't know where he was. Angelus wasn't sucked in with him but his voice was loud, clear and mocking:
"A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest."
Angel shuddered at the words, and wondered for a brief instant at the choice of the poem. Angelus never picked anything whimsically as Buffy and Giles had thought. It was always precise and thought out. In hopes of getting the best and most reaction out of the person.
Open your eyes fool!
For some reason Angel obeyed Angelus. He didn't know why, but what he saw made him gasp and accidentally bite his tongue. He cried out in pain. All around him where visions of his past life... Both as Liam and as Angelus. The pictures began dissipating into each other. As though they had been shredded by a blender. Then as this happened he was engulfed with a red flame and though it did not hurt Angel could feel the scolding hot heat burn his skin. Within the fire and further off in the distance, there were two black jagged lines forming an X in the distance. Angel got closer and closer to it and as he did so he got sicker, his stomach clenching... Something horrible was waiting behind there. Angel knew it, his whole body knew it and was searching for a way to shriek in horror. Angel would not allow it.
When he finally reached the X he was eaten by black fog, he felt his feet touch ground. And as the fog slowly cleared Angel's stomach released it's pent-up tension and he gagged.
He was in hell! Trust Angelus! He was in hell!
Angelus appeared in beside him and using the Irish brogue that Angel tried so hard to avoid he said
"Ya kno' Angel...Always, X marks the spot!"
~*~
Part 2: "What's happening?"
Cordelia flinched, "OOOOWWWW!" she had been holding on to Angel's hand which had been lifeless until now. Suddenly it came to life, gripping her hand tight enough to crush bone. Cordilia Screamed "Wwweeessllyy! Help! Please!"
From downstairs she heard a loud crash, it sounded like a stack of books falling to the floor, then came loud thumping feet. Cordelia's mouth dropped as Angel's skin went from pale white to bright red...
"Oh God Wes hurry up!"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Look at him! Look! He won't let go of my hand! He's hurting me!" As soon as she said that Angel let go his death grasp and rolled over to his side, blood spilling out of his mouth.
Cordelia screeched and jumped back.
"Dear Lord! What's happening"
Cordelia shrugged "I don't know he just started like this right know! I don't know!" tears sprang from her eyes "Oh God Wesley! What's happening to him? What's happening?"
Wes was silent then put and arm around her shoulders, turning his back on Angel he hugged her.
"We'll figure this out! We'll help him"
"Ok...I'm just so worried..."
"I know we all are...Why don't you rest? You're going to stress yourself out."
"No, somebody has to watch him. Anyway he's all red right know, he's burnt...I'll just go get some water and cool him down."
Wes nodded "Ok, you do that..."
Part 3: "Doesn't stand a fleeting chance!"
This was the third demon bar he had been to and he still hadn't found anything out. As far as Gunn was concerned this was getting damn straight ridiculous. Normally they would have found something out by now.
Gunn walked into the bar and sat down on the side of the bar trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. As the demon bar tender turned around asking
"How can I he-" He trailed off before finishing the sentence "Gunn" he said in an overly pleasant manner "What can I do for you?"
Gunn smiled "Well you can start by wiping the guilty smile of your face and start spilling your guts unless you would like me to do that for you!"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act stupid Snorg, you know exactly what I'm talking about..." in fact Gunn didn't know if Snorg did or did not know what he was talking about. But letting the demon in on that piece of info would do him no good...
"Really I don't!"
"You haven't heard anything about an evil ass Omerta demons lurking around..."
Snorg's face was blank. Gunn knew for sure that he was not faking it. He had dealt with Snorg long enough to know that when he was lying the hair like tentacles that hung over his left eye sagged forward where as when he was telling the truth they sunk into the many folds of his skin. Right now they were in his skin and sinking deeper.
Gunn nodded "Ok... so you don't know anything...But can you tell me anything in specific about the Omerta?"
Snorg was a feeble demon but he knew a lot of beings in both high and low(extremely low) places. That is what had kept him alive and that made him so juicy when it came to information.
Snorg shrugged "Yeah, the Omerta is but one of the names given to those demons... Over the centuries they had many names including, Grokins, Zzeedma and all sorts of-"
"Yeah, yeah...I'm sure Wesley could tell me all that just fine! Is there anything else, important that I need to know. Something that might help me deal with these things."
Once again the demon shrugged "Well first off they are said to be extinct...But I doubt that! It is impossible for the Omertas to be extinct...their essence, in general, is still alive."
"Ok...Wow! Rewind...What the fucking hell are you talking about?"
Snorg breathed in and out sharply, Gunn gagged demon breath...Smelt like raw, rotting meat. He said nothing.
"I'm sure you know that Omerta demons attack people in their sleep?" Gunn nodded
"That much we already knew."
"Yes well...it is for that reason the Powers used them. They attacked people when they were completely defenseless... Going head on with an Omerta demon in a dream meant certain death. But after a certain time, after the most horrible demons, and The First was put back into the burning pit of hell the powers needed these demons less and less...So little by little the exterminated them. But the essence of these demons is still on earth...Every time a person has a nightmare about anything it is the essence of an Omerta crawling into them, trying to take control of their body..."
"So these demons are no longer physically here, but they are in fact still here...Kinda of like dead person who hasn't moved on..."
"Yeah something like that."
"Ok...Anything else?"
"Yeah, they were not too bright...Another reason why the powers loved them...And they usually worked for a prize...that's really all I can tell you. It's all I know..."
Gunn looked at him suspiciously "Is it all that you know or all that you will tell me? It can't be both!"
"It's all that I know!" Snorg insisted
"Tell me the truth! Is it really or am I going to have to smack you around?" His voice had risen blowing his 'inconspicuous' cover...
'It's all that I know man! And please don't smack me! I've got a terrible headache and I've been really forthcoming!"
Gunn had to give it to the demon he hadn't given him much trouble... Suspicion flared in him even more
"And why exactly are you so forthcoming?"
The demon smiled somewhat maliciously and answered frankly "Because your friend doesn't stand a fleeting chance!"
Gunn believed him... Getting up, he punched the demon (for the heck of it). Sent it flying then walked out of the bar and headed back to the Hyperion
Also from Birdless to rememberest is the first stanza of apoem called "Tutto e Sciolto" by James Joyce.
Feedback: More feedback would be nice. PLEASE
Summery: Gunn is in town banging up demons for information, Fred is talking to Lorn while Cordy and Wes are at Hyperion doing what they need to do...Meanwhile Angelus is giving Angel that tour he promised him...The fun's already started...
Eating from the inside out!!
Chapter 4:
Part 1: "X marks the spot"
Angelus was standing in front of a door, his hand wavering just inches from it's bloodied knob... he watched Angel intently "Remember when I asked if you were going to share you're good deeds with me t'ill I died?" Angel did not answer simply looking away seeming very uninterested "Well, I've decided that that is not such a bad idea..." Angel was still playing deaf. Angelus didn't care... grabbed the knob he smiled a secret smile that Angel could not see as he was standing behind Angelus... the Angelus said " I'm talking blast from the past..."
That got Angel's attention. He whirled around "What? What are you talking about?" Angelus was smiling maliciously, he did not answer. Angel knew why, he had ignored Angelus. Angelus hated being ignored therefor, in his mind, Angel's reaction was too little too late. Instead Angelus stepped aside and immediately Angel felt the pull before he could react he was sucked into the door. Angelus smiled and waved good-buy.
Angel had his eyes closed but he could here Angelus, he didn't know where he was. Angelus wasn't sucked in with him but his voice was loud, clear and mocking:
"A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest."
Angel shuddered at the words, and wondered for a brief instant at the choice of the poem. Angelus never picked anything whimsically as Buffy and Giles had thought. It was always precise and thought out. In hopes of getting the best and most reaction out of the person.
Open your eyes fool!
For some reason Angel obeyed Angelus. He didn't know why, but what he saw made him gasp and accidentally bite his tongue. He cried out in pain. All around him where visions of his past life... Both as Liam and as Angelus. The pictures began dissipating into each other. As though they had been shredded by a blender. Then as this happened he was engulfed with a red flame and though it did not hurt Angel could feel the scolding hot heat burn his skin. Within the fire and further off in the distance, there were two black jagged lines forming an X in the distance. Angel got closer and closer to it and as he did so he got sicker, his stomach clenching... Something horrible was waiting behind there. Angel knew it, his whole body knew it and was searching for a way to shriek in horror. Angel would not allow it.
When he finally reached the X he was eaten by black fog, he felt his feet touch ground. And as the fog slowly cleared Angel's stomach released it's pent-up tension and he gagged.
He was in hell! Trust Angelus! He was in hell!
Angelus appeared in beside him and using the Irish brogue that Angel tried so hard to avoid he said
"Ya kno' Angel...Always, X marks the spot!"
~*~
Part 2: "What's happening?"
Cordelia flinched, "OOOOWWWW!" she had been holding on to Angel's hand which had been lifeless until now. Suddenly it came to life, gripping her hand tight enough to crush bone. Cordilia Screamed "Wwweeessllyy! Help! Please!"
From downstairs she heard a loud crash, it sounded like a stack of books falling to the floor, then came loud thumping feet. Cordelia's mouth dropped as Angel's skin went from pale white to bright red...
"Oh God Wes hurry up!"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Look at him! Look! He won't let go of my hand! He's hurting me!" As soon as she said that Angel let go his death grasp and rolled over to his side, blood spilling out of his mouth.
Cordelia screeched and jumped back.
"Dear Lord! What's happening"
Cordelia shrugged "I don't know he just started like this right know! I don't know!" tears sprang from her eyes "Oh God Wesley! What's happening to him? What's happening?"
Wes was silent then put and arm around her shoulders, turning his back on Angel he hugged her.
"We'll figure this out! We'll help him"
"Ok...I'm just so worried..."
"I know we all are...Why don't you rest? You're going to stress yourself out."
"No, somebody has to watch him. Anyway he's all red right know, he's burnt...I'll just go get some water and cool him down."
Wes nodded "Ok, you do that..."
Part 3: "Doesn't stand a fleeting chance!"
This was the third demon bar he had been to and he still hadn't found anything out. As far as Gunn was concerned this was getting damn straight ridiculous. Normally they would have found something out by now.
Gunn walked into the bar and sat down on the side of the bar trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. As the demon bar tender turned around asking
"How can I he-" He trailed off before finishing the sentence "Gunn" he said in an overly pleasant manner "What can I do for you?"
Gunn smiled "Well you can start by wiping the guilty smile of your face and start spilling your guts unless you would like me to do that for you!"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act stupid Snorg, you know exactly what I'm talking about..." in fact Gunn didn't know if Snorg did or did not know what he was talking about. But letting the demon in on that piece of info would do him no good...
"Really I don't!"
"You haven't heard anything about an evil ass Omerta demons lurking around..."
Snorg's face was blank. Gunn knew for sure that he was not faking it. He had dealt with Snorg long enough to know that when he was lying the hair like tentacles that hung over his left eye sagged forward where as when he was telling the truth they sunk into the many folds of his skin. Right now they were in his skin and sinking deeper.
Gunn nodded "Ok... so you don't know anything...But can you tell me anything in specific about the Omerta?"
Snorg was a feeble demon but he knew a lot of beings in both high and low(extremely low) places. That is what had kept him alive and that made him so juicy when it came to information.
Snorg shrugged "Yeah, the Omerta is but one of the names given to those demons... Over the centuries they had many names including, Grokins, Zzeedma and all sorts of-"
"Yeah, yeah...I'm sure Wesley could tell me all that just fine! Is there anything else, important that I need to know. Something that might help me deal with these things."
Once again the demon shrugged "Well first off they are said to be extinct...But I doubt that! It is impossible for the Omertas to be extinct...their essence, in general, is still alive."
"Ok...Wow! Rewind...What the fucking hell are you talking about?"
Snorg breathed in and out sharply, Gunn gagged demon breath...Smelt like raw, rotting meat. He said nothing.
"I'm sure you know that Omerta demons attack people in their sleep?" Gunn nodded
"That much we already knew."
"Yes well...it is for that reason the Powers used them. They attacked people when they were completely defenseless... Going head on with an Omerta demon in a dream meant certain death. But after a certain time, after the most horrible demons, and The First was put back into the burning pit of hell the powers needed these demons less and less...So little by little the exterminated them. But the essence of these demons is still on earth...Every time a person has a nightmare about anything it is the essence of an Omerta crawling into them, trying to take control of their body..."
"So these demons are no longer physically here, but they are in fact still here...Kinda of like dead person who hasn't moved on..."
"Yeah something like that."
"Ok...Anything else?"
"Yeah, they were not too bright...Another reason why the powers loved them...And they usually worked for a prize...that's really all I can tell you. It's all I know..."
Gunn looked at him suspiciously "Is it all that you know or all that you will tell me? It can't be both!"
"It's all that I know!" Snorg insisted
"Tell me the truth! Is it really or am I going to have to smack you around?" His voice had risen blowing his 'inconspicuous' cover...
'It's all that I know man! And please don't smack me! I've got a terrible headache and I've been really forthcoming!"
Gunn had to give it to the demon he hadn't given him much trouble... Suspicion flared in him even more
"And why exactly are you so forthcoming?"
The demon smiled somewhat maliciously and answered frankly "Because your friend doesn't stand a fleeting chance!"
Gunn believed him... Getting up, he punched the demon (for the heck of it). Sent it flying then walked out of the bar and headed back to the Hyperion
