Caytlyn 88
Presence
October 24, 2003
Disclaimer- No, I don't own anyone involving ANGEL, except the character Cate. Don't sue me?
A/N. Okay, so I didn;t get any reviews on the last chapter. Did I make you all angry? I'm sorry... please review, so I know if anyone is actually reading this, or I am just talking to myself here... please?
Presence, chapter the fifth
The demons all retreated, momentarily, at least. Cate and Doyle were still surrounded, with any chance of escape cut off. A demon suddenly lunged, and Doyle was again trying to fend it off. "Now, why won't ya play nicely? Wha'd we ever do to ya?"
Meanwhile, the girl backed into a corner, and a demon boldly reached for her arm. She tried to shove the demon away mentally as it held her arm in a grip sure to leave bruises. As she did, the demon staggered back a step, dragging her with it. **Again!** she thought to herself. She shoved again, and the demon finally let go. It flew, smashing through a wall, leaving a huge cloud of dust in it's wake.
As Doyle hacked the head off of one of the demons, he thought distractedly to the girl, *Good job, girl.* She glanced over, just in time to see Doyle blind-sided by a second demon. The sword flew out of his grip, clattering across the ground. It came to rest at Cate's feet, as Doyle fell to the round, stunned.
Cate picked the sword up. As she lifted it, she felt the warm hilt cool to her hand. It became ice cold, the with an almost static-like shock, warmed to a comfortable temperature. She had never held a sword before. As a demon approached, though, it looked like she was about to get a crash course.
Cate swung the sword experimentally, and felt a force rip through her. Not a force, magic force, just a force like you are doing something you are really good at, and you know everything is going to be okay. The rush of excitement flowed through her, and the sword felt... right, like she had been doing this her whole life.
The strike was a bit clumsy, but with a natural grace. Doyle watched, wide eyed, as the swing cut deeply, and the demon growled, as it retreated. He watched as Cate's eyes widened, even as he yelled, "Keep goin', girl!"
***Meanwhile, back in LA***
Angel walked back into the office, only to find it empty. He entered through the sewer access, even though it was now after dark. He was covered in slime and demon blood, so it was less conspicuous to enter this way. Even for LA, this look was a *little* too extreme.
As he entered, Angel saw the lights in his apartment were on, but his hearing told him the offices were empty, as was his apartment. Where had Doyle and the girl, Cate gotten to? He sighed, and thought, **Well, I'll try Doyle's place. Maybe he had to go home for something, and took Cate with him. If he took her out to a bar, though, I'll have to kill him...**
Angel stepped into the living area, and was struck by an unfamiliar scent. There was a new demon scent, as well as the scent of spent ozone, the aftermath of magic. Had something happened?
With an increased sense of urgency, Angel grabbed the phone, and dialed Doyle's number. It rang repetitively in his ear, but no one answered. He hing up, sighed, and then tried Doyle's cell.
As he held the phone to his ear, Angel heard a ringing in the room. Angel glanced over, and groaned when he saw Doyle's cell phone lying on the table, under his leather jacket.
**Idiot! The point of HAVING a cell phone is to have it WITH you...** Then Angel gave up on that thought, realizing that half time, he didn't have his own cell either...
Sighing, Angel then tried Cordelia's number. He listened as her phone rang... and rang... and rang... and rang. Finally, a tired voice answered, "Hullo?"
"Cordy, it's me. Have you heard from Doyle?" He listened as she replied, "No, why? Did you find that girl? And why is it so important to find Doyle that you had to interrupt my beauty sleep? Do you know *how* hard it is to look acceptable every day in out kind of job? The kind of..."
Angel cut her off, by answering the first two questions. "No; the girl found us. Doyle had a vision, and when I got back, they were both gone. You seen 'em?"
"No, Angel. I haven't seen Doyle all day, let alone that girl you are all so worried about. If she can move things without touching them, she certainly isn't helpless, did I tell you that?"
Angel sighed, and asked, "Cordelia. Can you help me look for them?" Pause, then, "Are you CRAZY? Angel, it's midnight, and this girl-"
"Needs our help, Cordy. Now, are you going to help us live up to the motto thingy, "We Help the Helpless," or not?" A heavy sigh, then, "You know, you really aren't that big of a conversationalist, are you? Fine, I'll help you. Just pick me up in half an hour, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, Cordelia hung up.
A/N- Okay, I think this is shorter than usual, but sorry. I have hit writer's block, and my muse has been incapacitated. Well, please read and REVIEW... I didn't get any on my last chapter, and I felt sad... please review, and tell me how my story is going. I would also accept any help on ideas of what should happen next. ~Cayt
Disclaimer- No, I don't own anyone involving ANGEL, except the character Cate. Don't sue me?
A/N. Okay, so I didn;t get any reviews on the last chapter. Did I make you all angry? I'm sorry... please review, so I know if anyone is actually reading this, or I am just talking to myself here... please?
Presence, chapter the fifth
The demons all retreated, momentarily, at least. Cate and Doyle were still surrounded, with any chance of escape cut off. A demon suddenly lunged, and Doyle was again trying to fend it off. "Now, why won't ya play nicely? Wha'd we ever do to ya?"
Meanwhile, the girl backed into a corner, and a demon boldly reached for her arm. She tried to shove the demon away mentally as it held her arm in a grip sure to leave bruises. As she did, the demon staggered back a step, dragging her with it. **Again!** she thought to herself. She shoved again, and the demon finally let go. It flew, smashing through a wall, leaving a huge cloud of dust in it's wake.
As Doyle hacked the head off of one of the demons, he thought distractedly to the girl, *Good job, girl.* She glanced over, just in time to see Doyle blind-sided by a second demon. The sword flew out of his grip, clattering across the ground. It came to rest at Cate's feet, as Doyle fell to the round, stunned.
Cate picked the sword up. As she lifted it, she felt the warm hilt cool to her hand. It became ice cold, the with an almost static-like shock, warmed to a comfortable temperature. She had never held a sword before. As a demon approached, though, it looked like she was about to get a crash course.
Cate swung the sword experimentally, and felt a force rip through her. Not a force, magic force, just a force like you are doing something you are really good at, and you know everything is going to be okay. The rush of excitement flowed through her, and the sword felt... right, like she had been doing this her whole life.
The strike was a bit clumsy, but with a natural grace. Doyle watched, wide eyed, as the swing cut deeply, and the demon growled, as it retreated. He watched as Cate's eyes widened, even as he yelled, "Keep goin', girl!"
***Meanwhile, back in LA***
Angel walked back into the office, only to find it empty. He entered through the sewer access, even though it was now after dark. He was covered in slime and demon blood, so it was less conspicuous to enter this way. Even for LA, this look was a *little* too extreme.
As he entered, Angel saw the lights in his apartment were on, but his hearing told him the offices were empty, as was his apartment. Where had Doyle and the girl, Cate gotten to? He sighed, and thought, **Well, I'll try Doyle's place. Maybe he had to go home for something, and took Cate with him. If he took her out to a bar, though, I'll have to kill him...**
Angel stepped into the living area, and was struck by an unfamiliar scent. There was a new demon scent, as well as the scent of spent ozone, the aftermath of magic. Had something happened?
With an increased sense of urgency, Angel grabbed the phone, and dialed Doyle's number. It rang repetitively in his ear, but no one answered. He hing up, sighed, and then tried Doyle's cell.
As he held the phone to his ear, Angel heard a ringing in the room. Angel glanced over, and groaned when he saw Doyle's cell phone lying on the table, under his leather jacket.
**Idiot! The point of HAVING a cell phone is to have it WITH you...** Then Angel gave up on that thought, realizing that half time, he didn't have his own cell either...
Sighing, Angel then tried Cordelia's number. He listened as her phone rang... and rang... and rang... and rang. Finally, a tired voice answered, "Hullo?"
"Cordy, it's me. Have you heard from Doyle?" He listened as she replied, "No, why? Did you find that girl? And why is it so important to find Doyle that you had to interrupt my beauty sleep? Do you know *how* hard it is to look acceptable every day in out kind of job? The kind of..."
Angel cut her off, by answering the first two questions. "No; the girl found us. Doyle had a vision, and when I got back, they were both gone. You seen 'em?"
"No, Angel. I haven't seen Doyle all day, let alone that girl you are all so worried about. If she can move things without touching them, she certainly isn't helpless, did I tell you that?"
Angel sighed, and asked, "Cordelia. Can you help me look for them?" Pause, then, "Are you CRAZY? Angel, it's midnight, and this girl-"
"Needs our help, Cordy. Now, are you going to help us live up to the motto thingy, "We Help the Helpless," or not?" A heavy sigh, then, "You know, you really aren't that big of a conversationalist, are you? Fine, I'll help you. Just pick me up in half an hour, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, Cordelia hung up.
A/N- Okay, I think this is shorter than usual, but sorry. I have hit writer's block, and my muse has been incapacitated. Well, please read and REVIEW... I didn't get any on my last chapter, and I felt sad... please review, and tell me how my story is going. I would also accept any help on ideas of what should happen next. ~Cayt