Chapter Four: Feel
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I don't...I don't understand what's going on with me lately. I've felt so sick, and now...I'm...coughing up blood? I don't think that's supposed to happen. Not to an immortal like me anyway. Angel smelled the blood, causing a scene of Angel exclaiming that I was supposed to be an immortal...something I exclaimed as well. Wesley, being the only sane one of the group started to go through his books. I had started coughing again, and with blood now caking my hands I took my leave and headed for the showers. After all, there wasn't much else I could do...right? Ever since I got to LA I didn't do anything...why am I here?
Three men gathered around the book covered table, Wesley adjusting his glasses for a moment before turning another page in the old book infront of him. While across the table Lindsey and Angel were trying not to get on each others nerves while they looked in every book they could on the table.
"I don't think it's a spell...most immortals, you see; are made to be immune to that sort of thing." The watcher in Wesley coming out for the moment as he shut the book in front of him. Needless to say, he was stumped by the situation presented to them. "I wonder, why aren't the powers healing her?"
"Maybe the powers are...letting her die." The moment the words escaped Angel's lips, Lindsey was up out of his chair.
"Well why would they do that? I thought she had a destiny to fulfill, that's why they brought her back. She isn't supposed to die before she finishes what she was meant to in life." He, didn't want her to die...again. For some odd reason he had grown attached to Amara, maybe it was the fact that she was the only thing that proved to him...he used to be a good man...before he came here to LA.
"No...I think you misunderstand what Angel is trying to say...I think he means that, the Powers are aware of Wolfram and Harts plan...meaning, well they are making sure that Wolfram and Hart doesn't become immortal."
"It doesn't make since though...why would they kill her now? I'm sure she almost got her blood drank tons of times..."
"Yes well...Wolfram and Hart probably has the right spell...meaning that the Powers see them as a new major threat. It makes me wonder..." Wesley started to explain, trailing off for a moment putting a hand to his jaw in thought.
"If they are killing off the other immortals as well..." Angel finished for him, all men now leaned away from the books faces worn and tired from research as they all sulked now.
"I think I will call Giles, he might have some contacts to see if I can get a hold of any immortals..." Wesley left the table, leaving Angel and Lindsey sitting there...although they weren't the best of friends right now, Angel had stopped growling finally.
Sometimes, I stop to think...maybe all of this, my family dying, me becoming immortal was to teach me a lesson from the way I was before...I was so vein, and now I'm paying for it. As I washed away the blood the first of the fear really set in. The Powers were letting me die...I was going to die again, and as much as I wanted it...as much as I wanted to rest...I didn't want to...die...
Under the shower she stood, letting the hot water hit her washing away the crimson liquid that covered parts of her body. She had lost track of time as she stayed there in the bath tub. She supported her body by leaning on her hands which were pressed against the tiled wall. Reddish hair had plastered itself to her face after a little while of standing in that position. At the current moment she didn't really care about much. Just her thoughts drove her, fear, uncertainty, friendship...there wasn't much else to think about.
She sat down in the tub, still letting the spray from the shower head hit her. Her knees bent and slender pale arms wrapped around them. She let her chin rest on one of her knees as a sigh escaped her lips. The shower wasn't making her feel much better, neither was being alone with only her thoughts. She didn't like her thoughts...they were always so dark.
She wished she could just think about things that didn't matter, like make-up...or boys...but...she couldn't, those things were gone...those were the things that she couldn't worry about...those things were long gone. A knock on the door interrupted her pitiful thoughts, her head snapped up.
"Mara are you okay?" She was surprised, not surprised that it was Lindsey...but surprised that someone was checking to see that she didn't croak while cleansing herself.
"I'm fine, I'll be out in just a sec." She could hear him walk away, his footsteps fading as she assumed he headed into the living room. She sighed while rubbing her flushed face slightly, she should really stop thinking so much. Turning off the water that had managed to turn cold with-out her noticing she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before stepping out. Drying herself off quickly she dressed in the only clothes she brought with her, a pair of cut off old khaki shorts, and a faded black v-neck tee shirt that had a hole under the left breast. After drying and brushing her hair she left the bathroom, trying to leave all of her worries behind her.
The moment I got out of the bathroom I glanced around and noticed that everyone had been looking at me funny. I glanced down at myself, no...no giant worm had pushed itself out of my stomach. What the hell were they looking at me like that for? Angel was still at the table, trying to look through a book instead of look at me, while Wesley just watched me while he was on the telephone now speaking in hushed tones. I plopped down on the couch next to Lindsey and noticed that even he was looking at me like I had grown another head. What the hell is going on?
Lindsey watched as she came out of the bathroom, well she didn't look any better...still had circles around her eyes, and still a sickly pale color...but she didn't seem to be dying. He forced himself to look away from her and to his watch. It was almost three in the morning, Cordelia and Sairi were still sleeping peacefully while the rest of them were in a room so tense you could cut the air with a knife. No-Name hadn't found them yet...that was good. If it didn't find them yet...
No, that was definitely hoping to much. They would be found, but hopefully Angel could fight it off. The moment that No-Name would find them was the moment that Wolfram and Hart would find out he betrayed them...that he went with the enemy. He...didn't care though, it felt good to be with the good guys. He found himself wondering about Darla, was anyone going to take care of her?
Holland would probably make sure she was comfortable, Lindsey bit his lip for a moment and pushed his hair away from his eyes. Maybe he should tell Angel what Wolfram and Hart did...no...that would definitely be signing his own death warrant.
Glancing to his left he noticed that Amara sat down next to him,
"What you thinking about?"
"Nothing really...just worried about No-Name and Wolfram and Hart..." He replied truthfully, no sense in lying now.
She nodded, "Aren't we all..." Looking up, both Wesley and Angel ducked their heads from their respective places...they had been staring again. "I don't think it was such a good idea to come here...to LA. I just seem being more trouble then helpful..."
"No...you're helpful..."
"Name one way..." She asked looking up towards him with an arched brow, daring him to answer her question.
"You got me to realize that I needed to leave Wolfram and Hart..."
"How exactly?"
"Well...here you are, back from the dead...here...I didn't expect you to change one bit...and yet you did...you became a better person I think...and...that gave me hope. If you could become a better person, maybe I can..."
"Really?"
"Yeah...you've changed for the better these past few years...while I changed for the worse. I want to be...like I was..."
"A geek?" She asked, a small smile formed on her face as she inquired.
"Funny..."
"I thought so..."
Things...dare I say seemed to be getting better around me for a few hours. After Lindsey and I talked I began to feel...a little less depressed. Kind of like I forgot about everything that could...and probably would happen. I just...lived in the moment. Wesley had gotten off the phone and moved over to the table with Angel, researching...while Lindsey and I talked...and then after awhile, we moved to the table as well.
At the four AM hour mark things were quiet in the apartment, the occasional sound of a page turning from a book or a slight cough from Amara were the only sounds that had been made for awhile. Wesley looked dead on his feet, occasionally he would nod off only to be awoken when his head hit the book infront of him. Angel, was just mindlessly turning the pages off the book infront of him he was almost the mirror image of Lindsey, they were the only two that seemed awake in the room. While Amara simply leaned on Lindsey for head support as she dozed off.
Cordelias bedroom door had been open so quick and suddenly, when it had slammed on the wall both the slightly sleeping Wesley and Amara nearly fell out of their seats, only to be saved by those sitting near them. Sairi, came out followed by Cordelia who was currently pulling on a jacket as fast as she could.
"We have to go now!" Sairi announced, the moment he announced it Amara was up and securing her sword to her belt.
"What do you mean we have to go?" Lindsey asked, while Angel got the picture and grabbed his coat an car keys.
"In oh-say about fifteen minutes we all might be slaughtered if we stay here..." Cordelia filled him in while she tugged on a pair of shoes.
"You had a vision?" Wesley grabbed one of his books as he spoke, who knew where they would end up...it might be good to have a book...just in case.
"No, the powers contacted me..." Sairi spoke as he crawled into his bag, which Amara promptly picked up and strapped it to her back.
Everything at that point became rushed, everyone heading downstairs to Angels car. No one had a clue where they would go, all they knew was that they had to get out of there fast from Sairi's warning.
As they neared the car though...they found out it wasn't fast enough.
Everything happened in a blur, the moment we seen it I tossed the bag with Sairi to Cordelia and told her to keep him safe. Lindsey grabbed my hand as I went to grip my sword, he said we could still run...get to his car...but Angel was already fighting. And I told him what I knew...that if we just ran now...we'd keep running. If I couldn't kill it now, then we wouldn't be able to kill it ever. He let my wrist go and I charged on
Angel was thrown back into Wesley, attacking No-Name with his hands apparently wasn't a great idea. It seemed the creature could counter his attacks before he even planned on making them. Lindsey helped Angel up off of Wesley, as the three men turned in time to watch as Amara attacked the creature with her sword.
She made a simple single move to slice through it's head, but apparently that wasn't working. The moment the blade entered it's neck, the sword was pulled into it's body, out of Amara's hands...and it simply for the moment disappeared.
Amara's expression was that of simple fear, a few steps back were taken...demons...weren't supposed to be able to swallow swords into their body. It just didn't work that way...she blinked a few times, and didn't even get a chance to get back before her sword came back out of it's body, tip of the blade first straight out and pushed into her chest.
Pain over took her body as the blood started to pour out of her mouth and chest, a step back was taken before she fell back to the ground. Why...wasn't she healing yet? Angel had jumped over her and pushed No-Name back, and started with the distraction while Lindsey ran up to Amara, pulling the sword out of her body. Under her torn and bloody shirt he was able to see the wound had started to close up. She was still coughing up blood, and her eyes were unfocused. It was now he prayed that Angel would be able to save them.
But Angel was pushed back, much like before...Lindsey pushed himself between No-Name and Amara. It was no use though, the creature was going to get her no matter what was in the way...it followed orders to the tee.
It's cloak opened, revealing nothing underneath...just darkness. It swept over and dropped down over both Lindsey and Amara. In seconds the cloak was gone, along with Amara and Lindsey.
Angel got up, yet again he had landed on Wesley...looking around, Cordelia came out from behind a tree with Sairi in her hands. Sairi looked rather frightened for his charge, "We have to find her..."
"I'm going to go get us some help, you two start gathering weapons..." Angel headed for his car, not caring to answer anyone questions on where he was going.
"I guess we are going into Wolfram and Hart again..." Wesley started as he joined Cordelia in walking up to her apartment. "We should also look into what can kill this No-Name...other wise if we get her back...it will just be after her again."
I didn't get a chance to be scared once No-Name got a hold of me, with the pain in my chest and the vision of Lindsey trying to protect me before I fell off into never-never land. When I awoke I regretted it, the pain in my chest was gone...but it was replaced by an extreme ache in my head the moment I opened my eyes they didn't have to adjust to the harsh bright light I had been expecting. Actually the room was...dark...and cold, when my eyes did adjust I noticed Lindsey slumped, unconscious in one corner. I tried to move towards him, but my arms were chained to the wall...figures.
"Lin...lindsey?" Her voice was stubborn to come out after all of the blood that made it's way out of her throat and mouth. She pulled at the chains for awhile, trying to make any kind of noise that would awake the unconscious man. Unfortunately for her, it didn't work...he stayed slumped in the corner silent and unmoving.
Still struggling with the chains, so much so that her wrists had begun to bleed after she rubbed the skin raw with the metal clasps. The bleeding stopped after awhile, well then...apparently the powers were healing her after all. Though, it wasn't as fast as she would have liked. There was a noise outside the door, it sounded like someone was unlocking it and then it was pushed open. She stopped tugging on her chains for a moment, her blue hues watching and waiting to see whoever came in.
"Well, hello there Ms. Thompson." The man was slightly tall, his hair she could tell was graying as he passed under the dim light in the corner of the room, he also wore a suit much like the kind she had seen Lindsey wearing...and also ironically, he wore a kind expression. The closer he got, she raised her left leg to kick out at him...but that didn't work. There was a chain holding it down, she cursed under her breath, and the man just smiled.
"I'm Holland Manners, welcome to Wolfram and Hart..."
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"I don't think so man..."
"Come on, if we don't...Wolfram and Hart will be running the show here."
"Can't you vampires ever take a joke? Of course I'll help, the more dangerous the better."
Angel sighed, while Gunn just grinned and gave a slight laugh. Angel, the moment leaving Cordelias place had set out to find the young street wise man, it didn't take long. He just had to listen for a little bit of trouble, and there was Gunn and his Crew fighting off a group of vampires. What was his plan exactly? Angel wasn't sure, he just needed to get Amara and as much as he hated to admit it...Lindsey back into their safety. When he got them back, he'd think about what to do next then...
"We need your whole crew to help, I figure they are going to have her and Lindsey locked up tightly."
"Don't worry man, I'll have it under control...so we meet outside W and H and charge in?"
"That's about it...though it's more like meet in the sewer system..." Angel stated as he looked up at the sky which was slowly starting rise in the east. Gunn nodded, and headed back towards his truck.
"See ya in a few hours then."
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"It's almost sunrise..." Cordelia stated peeking out the window of her apartment, before turning to pick up Sairi who had been pacing back and forth behind her. "Stop that, I'm sure she's fine..." Walking over to the table that Wesley had been sitting ever since coming in from outside she set Sairi atop one of the books that wasn't being looked at.
"What do you think's going to happen?" She asked Wesley, but instead Sairi in his panic answered.
"They are going to cut her up, and people are going to drink from her like a vampire while someone else chants a spell. Although if she's lucky the powers will kill her before then...but if they kill her..." Sairi trailed off, jumping off the books and going to his bag.
"What's up with him?" Cordelia asked Wesley who, ignored her...instead he tore out a few pages from the book he was reading.
"After we get her, on the way back we need to collect some stuff from the magic shop near by...then we can do a protection spell over you're apartment...it will take a long while for them to get through it..." He explained while standing and pulling on his jacket. "I do expect Angel to be here soon...best be ready..."
Cordelia went and picked up Sairi's bag and placed it over her shoulders before moving to pick up one of the lighter of the two weapon bags. "Are you okay Sairi?"
"Great...never...better." He stated rather moodily as she felt him adjust his position in the bag. She blinked, and shrugged...glancing up as the door slammed open.
"We have to go now." Angel, finally getting back stated as he took the weapons bag from her. "We're going through the sewers..."
After meeting Holland, he just left...after looking over Lindsey that is. I wasn't sure what was going on, the man had just stood in front of me, smiling creepily. I wondered what Sairi was doing, and if Angel and his team was planning on saving Lindsey and I. I had a coughing fit, of mostly blood and chuckled...who am I kidding...if they save me...I'm still a dead woman.
-Feel-
Robbie Williams
Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to GodAnd he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand
I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that i live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't want to die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before i fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her
I scare myself to death
That's why i keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming
I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that i live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel real love
And a life ever after
I cannot give it up
I just want to feel feal love
Feel the home that i live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste
I just wanna feel real love
In a life ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place
Come and hold my hand
I want to contact the living
Not sure I understandThis role I've been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
AN: This chapter really didn't turn out as good as I wished for it to, it left to many questions in my opinion, like;
Why is Lindsey in the same dark room with Amara?
And,
Why is Sairi being so, well...bitchy lately?
These answers should be answered soon enough [I hope]
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AN: I just want to thank those that have reviewed so far [ It's you guys that are making me continue to write this fic]
I don't...I don't understand what's going on with me lately. I've felt so sick, and now...I'm...coughing up blood? I don't think that's supposed to happen. Not to an immortal like me anyway. Angel smelled the blood, causing a scene of Angel exclaiming that I was supposed to be an immortal...something I exclaimed as well. Wesley, being the only sane one of the group started to go through his books. I had started coughing again, and with blood now caking my hands I took my leave and headed for the showers. After all, there wasn't much else I could do...right? Ever since I got to LA I didn't do anything...why am I here?
Three men gathered around the book covered table, Wesley adjusting his glasses for a moment before turning another page in the old book infront of him. While across the table Lindsey and Angel were trying not to get on each others nerves while they looked in every book they could on the table.
"I don't think it's a spell...most immortals, you see; are made to be immune to that sort of thing." The watcher in Wesley coming out for the moment as he shut the book in front of him. Needless to say, he was stumped by the situation presented to them. "I wonder, why aren't the powers healing her?"
"Maybe the powers are...letting her die." The moment the words escaped Angel's lips, Lindsey was up out of his chair.
"Well why would they do that? I thought she had a destiny to fulfill, that's why they brought her back. She isn't supposed to die before she finishes what she was meant to in life." He, didn't want her to die...again. For some odd reason he had grown attached to Amara, maybe it was the fact that she was the only thing that proved to him...he used to be a good man...before he came here to LA.
"No...I think you misunderstand what Angel is trying to say...I think he means that, the Powers are aware of Wolfram and Harts plan...meaning, well they are making sure that Wolfram and Hart doesn't become immortal."
"It doesn't make since though...why would they kill her now? I'm sure she almost got her blood drank tons of times..."
"Yes well...Wolfram and Hart probably has the right spell...meaning that the Powers see them as a new major threat. It makes me wonder..." Wesley started to explain, trailing off for a moment putting a hand to his jaw in thought.
"If they are killing off the other immortals as well..." Angel finished for him, all men now leaned away from the books faces worn and tired from research as they all sulked now.
"I think I will call Giles, he might have some contacts to see if I can get a hold of any immortals..." Wesley left the table, leaving Angel and Lindsey sitting there...although they weren't the best of friends right now, Angel had stopped growling finally.
Sometimes, I stop to think...maybe all of this, my family dying, me becoming immortal was to teach me a lesson from the way I was before...I was so vein, and now I'm paying for it. As I washed away the blood the first of the fear really set in. The Powers were letting me die...I was going to die again, and as much as I wanted it...as much as I wanted to rest...I didn't want to...die...
Under the shower she stood, letting the hot water hit her washing away the crimson liquid that covered parts of her body. She had lost track of time as she stayed there in the bath tub. She supported her body by leaning on her hands which were pressed against the tiled wall. Reddish hair had plastered itself to her face after a little while of standing in that position. At the current moment she didn't really care about much. Just her thoughts drove her, fear, uncertainty, friendship...there wasn't much else to think about.
She sat down in the tub, still letting the spray from the shower head hit her. Her knees bent and slender pale arms wrapped around them. She let her chin rest on one of her knees as a sigh escaped her lips. The shower wasn't making her feel much better, neither was being alone with only her thoughts. She didn't like her thoughts...they were always so dark.
She wished she could just think about things that didn't matter, like make-up...or boys...but...she couldn't, those things were gone...those were the things that she couldn't worry about...those things were long gone. A knock on the door interrupted her pitiful thoughts, her head snapped up.
"Mara are you okay?" She was surprised, not surprised that it was Lindsey...but surprised that someone was checking to see that she didn't croak while cleansing herself.
"I'm fine, I'll be out in just a sec." She could hear him walk away, his footsteps fading as she assumed he headed into the living room. She sighed while rubbing her flushed face slightly, she should really stop thinking so much. Turning off the water that had managed to turn cold with-out her noticing she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before stepping out. Drying herself off quickly she dressed in the only clothes she brought with her, a pair of cut off old khaki shorts, and a faded black v-neck tee shirt that had a hole under the left breast. After drying and brushing her hair she left the bathroom, trying to leave all of her worries behind her.
The moment I got out of the bathroom I glanced around and noticed that everyone had been looking at me funny. I glanced down at myself, no...no giant worm had pushed itself out of my stomach. What the hell were they looking at me like that for? Angel was still at the table, trying to look through a book instead of look at me, while Wesley just watched me while he was on the telephone now speaking in hushed tones. I plopped down on the couch next to Lindsey and noticed that even he was looking at me like I had grown another head. What the hell is going on?
Lindsey watched as she came out of the bathroom, well she didn't look any better...still had circles around her eyes, and still a sickly pale color...but she didn't seem to be dying. He forced himself to look away from her and to his watch. It was almost three in the morning, Cordelia and Sairi were still sleeping peacefully while the rest of them were in a room so tense you could cut the air with a knife. No-Name hadn't found them yet...that was good. If it didn't find them yet...
No, that was definitely hoping to much. They would be found, but hopefully Angel could fight it off. The moment that No-Name would find them was the moment that Wolfram and Hart would find out he betrayed them...that he went with the enemy. He...didn't care though, it felt good to be with the good guys. He found himself wondering about Darla, was anyone going to take care of her?
Holland would probably make sure she was comfortable, Lindsey bit his lip for a moment and pushed his hair away from his eyes. Maybe he should tell Angel what Wolfram and Hart did...no...that would definitely be signing his own death warrant.
Glancing to his left he noticed that Amara sat down next to him,
"What you thinking about?"
"Nothing really...just worried about No-Name and Wolfram and Hart..." He replied truthfully, no sense in lying now.
She nodded, "Aren't we all..." Looking up, both Wesley and Angel ducked their heads from their respective places...they had been staring again. "I don't think it was such a good idea to come here...to LA. I just seem being more trouble then helpful..."
"No...you're helpful..."
"Name one way..." She asked looking up towards him with an arched brow, daring him to answer her question.
"You got me to realize that I needed to leave Wolfram and Hart..."
"How exactly?"
"Well...here you are, back from the dead...here...I didn't expect you to change one bit...and yet you did...you became a better person I think...and...that gave me hope. If you could become a better person, maybe I can..."
"Really?"
"Yeah...you've changed for the better these past few years...while I changed for the worse. I want to be...like I was..."
"A geek?" She asked, a small smile formed on her face as she inquired.
"Funny..."
"I thought so..."
Things...dare I say seemed to be getting better around me for a few hours. After Lindsey and I talked I began to feel...a little less depressed. Kind of like I forgot about everything that could...and probably would happen. I just...lived in the moment. Wesley had gotten off the phone and moved over to the table with Angel, researching...while Lindsey and I talked...and then after awhile, we moved to the table as well.
At the four AM hour mark things were quiet in the apartment, the occasional sound of a page turning from a book or a slight cough from Amara were the only sounds that had been made for awhile. Wesley looked dead on his feet, occasionally he would nod off only to be awoken when his head hit the book infront of him. Angel, was just mindlessly turning the pages off the book infront of him he was almost the mirror image of Lindsey, they were the only two that seemed awake in the room. While Amara simply leaned on Lindsey for head support as she dozed off.
Cordelias bedroom door had been open so quick and suddenly, when it had slammed on the wall both the slightly sleeping Wesley and Amara nearly fell out of their seats, only to be saved by those sitting near them. Sairi, came out followed by Cordelia who was currently pulling on a jacket as fast as she could.
"We have to go now!" Sairi announced, the moment he announced it Amara was up and securing her sword to her belt.
"What do you mean we have to go?" Lindsey asked, while Angel got the picture and grabbed his coat an car keys.
"In oh-say about fifteen minutes we all might be slaughtered if we stay here..." Cordelia filled him in while she tugged on a pair of shoes.
"You had a vision?" Wesley grabbed one of his books as he spoke, who knew where they would end up...it might be good to have a book...just in case.
"No, the powers contacted me..." Sairi spoke as he crawled into his bag, which Amara promptly picked up and strapped it to her back.
Everything at that point became rushed, everyone heading downstairs to Angels car. No one had a clue where they would go, all they knew was that they had to get out of there fast from Sairi's warning.
As they neared the car though...they found out it wasn't fast enough.
Everything happened in a blur, the moment we seen it I tossed the bag with Sairi to Cordelia and told her to keep him safe. Lindsey grabbed my hand as I went to grip my sword, he said we could still run...get to his car...but Angel was already fighting. And I told him what I knew...that if we just ran now...we'd keep running. If I couldn't kill it now, then we wouldn't be able to kill it ever. He let my wrist go and I charged on
Angel was thrown back into Wesley, attacking No-Name with his hands apparently wasn't a great idea. It seemed the creature could counter his attacks before he even planned on making them. Lindsey helped Angel up off of Wesley, as the three men turned in time to watch as Amara attacked the creature with her sword.
She made a simple single move to slice through it's head, but apparently that wasn't working. The moment the blade entered it's neck, the sword was pulled into it's body, out of Amara's hands...and it simply for the moment disappeared.
Amara's expression was that of simple fear, a few steps back were taken...demons...weren't supposed to be able to swallow swords into their body. It just didn't work that way...she blinked a few times, and didn't even get a chance to get back before her sword came back out of it's body, tip of the blade first straight out and pushed into her chest.
Pain over took her body as the blood started to pour out of her mouth and chest, a step back was taken before she fell back to the ground. Why...wasn't she healing yet? Angel had jumped over her and pushed No-Name back, and started with the distraction while Lindsey ran up to Amara, pulling the sword out of her body. Under her torn and bloody shirt he was able to see the wound had started to close up. She was still coughing up blood, and her eyes were unfocused. It was now he prayed that Angel would be able to save them.
But Angel was pushed back, much like before...Lindsey pushed himself between No-Name and Amara. It was no use though, the creature was going to get her no matter what was in the way...it followed orders to the tee.
It's cloak opened, revealing nothing underneath...just darkness. It swept over and dropped down over both Lindsey and Amara. In seconds the cloak was gone, along with Amara and Lindsey.
Angel got up, yet again he had landed on Wesley...looking around, Cordelia came out from behind a tree with Sairi in her hands. Sairi looked rather frightened for his charge, "We have to find her..."
"I'm going to go get us some help, you two start gathering weapons..." Angel headed for his car, not caring to answer anyone questions on where he was going.
"I guess we are going into Wolfram and Hart again..." Wesley started as he joined Cordelia in walking up to her apartment. "We should also look into what can kill this No-Name...other wise if we get her back...it will just be after her again."
I didn't get a chance to be scared once No-Name got a hold of me, with the pain in my chest and the vision of Lindsey trying to protect me before I fell off into never-never land. When I awoke I regretted it, the pain in my chest was gone...but it was replaced by an extreme ache in my head the moment I opened my eyes they didn't have to adjust to the harsh bright light I had been expecting. Actually the room was...dark...and cold, when my eyes did adjust I noticed Lindsey slumped, unconscious in one corner. I tried to move towards him, but my arms were chained to the wall...figures.
"Lin...lindsey?" Her voice was stubborn to come out after all of the blood that made it's way out of her throat and mouth. She pulled at the chains for awhile, trying to make any kind of noise that would awake the unconscious man. Unfortunately for her, it didn't work...he stayed slumped in the corner silent and unmoving.
Still struggling with the chains, so much so that her wrists had begun to bleed after she rubbed the skin raw with the metal clasps. The bleeding stopped after awhile, well then...apparently the powers were healing her after all. Though, it wasn't as fast as she would have liked. There was a noise outside the door, it sounded like someone was unlocking it and then it was pushed open. She stopped tugging on her chains for a moment, her blue hues watching and waiting to see whoever came in.
"Well, hello there Ms. Thompson." The man was slightly tall, his hair she could tell was graying as he passed under the dim light in the corner of the room, he also wore a suit much like the kind she had seen Lindsey wearing...and also ironically, he wore a kind expression. The closer he got, she raised her left leg to kick out at him...but that didn't work. There was a chain holding it down, she cursed under her breath, and the man just smiled.
"I'm Holland Manners, welcome to Wolfram and Hart..."
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"I don't think so man..."
"Come on, if we don't...Wolfram and Hart will be running the show here."
"Can't you vampires ever take a joke? Of course I'll help, the more dangerous the better."
Angel sighed, while Gunn just grinned and gave a slight laugh. Angel, the moment leaving Cordelias place had set out to find the young street wise man, it didn't take long. He just had to listen for a little bit of trouble, and there was Gunn and his Crew fighting off a group of vampires. What was his plan exactly? Angel wasn't sure, he just needed to get Amara and as much as he hated to admit it...Lindsey back into their safety. When he got them back, he'd think about what to do next then...
"We need your whole crew to help, I figure they are going to have her and Lindsey locked up tightly."
"Don't worry man, I'll have it under control...so we meet outside W and H and charge in?"
"That's about it...though it's more like meet in the sewer system..." Angel stated as he looked up at the sky which was slowly starting rise in the east. Gunn nodded, and headed back towards his truck.
"See ya in a few hours then."
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"It's almost sunrise..." Cordelia stated peeking out the window of her apartment, before turning to pick up Sairi who had been pacing back and forth behind her. "Stop that, I'm sure she's fine..." Walking over to the table that Wesley had been sitting ever since coming in from outside she set Sairi atop one of the books that wasn't being looked at.
"What do you think's going to happen?" She asked Wesley, but instead Sairi in his panic answered.
"They are going to cut her up, and people are going to drink from her like a vampire while someone else chants a spell. Although if she's lucky the powers will kill her before then...but if they kill her..." Sairi trailed off, jumping off the books and going to his bag.
"What's up with him?" Cordelia asked Wesley who, ignored her...instead he tore out a few pages from the book he was reading.
"After we get her, on the way back we need to collect some stuff from the magic shop near by...then we can do a protection spell over you're apartment...it will take a long while for them to get through it..." He explained while standing and pulling on his jacket. "I do expect Angel to be here soon...best be ready..."
Cordelia went and picked up Sairi's bag and placed it over her shoulders before moving to pick up one of the lighter of the two weapon bags. "Are you okay Sairi?"
"Great...never...better." He stated rather moodily as she felt him adjust his position in the bag. She blinked, and shrugged...glancing up as the door slammed open.
"We have to go now." Angel, finally getting back stated as he took the weapons bag from her. "We're going through the sewers..."
After meeting Holland, he just left...after looking over Lindsey that is. I wasn't sure what was going on, the man had just stood in front of me, smiling creepily. I wondered what Sairi was doing, and if Angel and his team was planning on saving Lindsey and I. I had a coughing fit, of mostly blood and chuckled...who am I kidding...if they save me...I'm still a dead woman.
-Feel-
Robbie Williams
Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to GodAnd he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand
I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that i live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't want to die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before i fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her
I scare myself to death
That's why i keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming
I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that i live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel real love
And a life ever after
I cannot give it up
I just want to feel feal love
Feel the home that i live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste
I just wanna feel real love
In a life ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place
Come and hold my hand
I want to contact the living
Not sure I understandThis role I've been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
AN: This chapter really didn't turn out as good as I wished for it to, it left to many questions in my opinion, like;
Why is Lindsey in the same dark room with Amara?
And,
Why is Sairi being so, well...bitchy lately?
These answers should be answered soon enough [I hope]
Anyway,
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