Author's Note
Caytlyn 88
November 23, 2003. Sunday
Re: Delays
Okay, hey, everyone who still bother's to read this. I am so sorry about the long wait, again, to anyone who is reading this. I have been extremely busy. First, one of my friends was going through a hard time, and needed help. Then, my parents have started fighting, and that takes away ANY concentration I may have. Third, I have been having trouble in Chemistry; I swear, the teacher is EVIL! My grades have been going form bad to worse there, and I had to yank those up. So sorry, all... and I didn't mean to bombard you with my sobstory... so here, here you go. This may be a little short, but I have also hit writer's block. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them.
Presence, Chapter the sixth
~In Los Angeles...~
Angel pulled up outside Cordelia's apartment building, and began to get out. He was lost in his thoughts, so all his actions were on auto- pilot.
He got up to Cordelia's door, and the door swung open automatically. "Thanks, Dennis," Angel said distractedly. As he walked in briskly, he heard Cordelia calling from the bedroom, "I'll be out in a minute, Angel."
A few minutes later, Cordelia came out, dressed impeccably, as usual. "So, what happened?" She grabbed her coat, and waited for Angel to answer.
"Well, Doyle had a vision, and..." Angel proceeded to inform Cordy on his version of events, up to when he came back and found the offices empty. Cordelia listened quietly, then raised an eyebrow, and asked skeptically, "What if Doyle just decided to go out on a walk? What if nothing is wrong?"
Angel thought on that a moment, then conceeded, "Well, I guess that could... no. Doyle would have taken his jacket with him. It was left on the couch, with his cell phone."
"Are you sure that Doyle didn't just get a late night craving for beer?" Angel asked pointedly, "And take a minor girl, whom we're supposed to be helping, along with him? He wouldn't do that, Cordy."
Cordelia took on a look of mollification. "Yeah," she agreed. "Even Doyle wouldn't be THAT dumb. Let's go find Doyle, and-?"
"Cate." Angel supplied.
~Meanwhile, in the other place...~
With a natural grace, Cate advanced slightly on the demon. *I have NO idea what I'm doing...* she told Doyle. Suddenly, as if she had sensed what was going to happen, she ducked under a swing, and thrust the sword cleanly up. The blade cut through the demon's arm, and it withdrew.
*I think I'm gonna be sick when this is done. C-Can you take this?* A sudden flurry of movement, and suddenly, two demon were left lying on the floor, dead. *Oh, no, you've got this. You've got the talent here.* Doyle hurriedly said.
A few minutes later, the demons, or at least the ones who hadn't run off, lay on the floor, in various states of death and unconsciousness.
Cate ran out the door, back into the street. As Doyle followed, he heard the sword fall to the ground, with a metallic clang. Then, he heard the sound of Cate throwing up, and he awkwardly came to her.
"Oh, god. I k-killed them. Oh, my god. N-no," she said stammeringly. "I... what is w-wrong with me?" Doyle stood over her awkwardly, and said, "Nothing is wrong with ya. Ya only had to do... that... because they attacked ya."
"Not helping." She snapped. Her face was pale, and she trembled very slightly. "So, now what?" She asked a few minutes later. Doyle shrugged. "Well, we have to go somewhere, don't we? A-and, we have to get ho- I mean, back."
"Let's see where we can go for now," Doyle said. He didn't want to give the girl any false hope; he had no idea where they were, let alone how to get back. He knew Angel would figure out sooner or later they were gone, but the real question was, would he find where they had gone?
~A/N. Well, I WILL update the next one soon. PLEASE review. I am truly sorry for the delay, but I hope you understand. So, review, and make me happy? ;) Apologies, ~Cayt~
Caytlyn 88
November 23, 2003. Sunday
Re: Delays
Okay, hey, everyone who still bother's to read this. I am so sorry about the long wait, again, to anyone who is reading this. I have been extremely busy. First, one of my friends was going through a hard time, and needed help. Then, my parents have started fighting, and that takes away ANY concentration I may have. Third, I have been having trouble in Chemistry; I swear, the teacher is EVIL! My grades have been going form bad to worse there, and I had to yank those up. So sorry, all... and I didn't mean to bombard you with my sobstory... so here, here you go. This may be a little short, but I have also hit writer's block. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them.
Presence, Chapter the sixth
~In Los Angeles...~
Angel pulled up outside Cordelia's apartment building, and began to get out. He was lost in his thoughts, so all his actions were on auto- pilot.
He got up to Cordelia's door, and the door swung open automatically. "Thanks, Dennis," Angel said distractedly. As he walked in briskly, he heard Cordelia calling from the bedroom, "I'll be out in a minute, Angel."
A few minutes later, Cordelia came out, dressed impeccably, as usual. "So, what happened?" She grabbed her coat, and waited for Angel to answer.
"Well, Doyle had a vision, and..." Angel proceeded to inform Cordy on his version of events, up to when he came back and found the offices empty. Cordelia listened quietly, then raised an eyebrow, and asked skeptically, "What if Doyle just decided to go out on a walk? What if nothing is wrong?"
Angel thought on that a moment, then conceeded, "Well, I guess that could... no. Doyle would have taken his jacket with him. It was left on the couch, with his cell phone."
"Are you sure that Doyle didn't just get a late night craving for beer?" Angel asked pointedly, "And take a minor girl, whom we're supposed to be helping, along with him? He wouldn't do that, Cordy."
Cordelia took on a look of mollification. "Yeah," she agreed. "Even Doyle wouldn't be THAT dumb. Let's go find Doyle, and-?"
"Cate." Angel supplied.
~Meanwhile, in the other place...~
With a natural grace, Cate advanced slightly on the demon. *I have NO idea what I'm doing...* she told Doyle. Suddenly, as if she had sensed what was going to happen, she ducked under a swing, and thrust the sword cleanly up. The blade cut through the demon's arm, and it withdrew.
*I think I'm gonna be sick when this is done. C-Can you take this?* A sudden flurry of movement, and suddenly, two demon were left lying on the floor, dead. *Oh, no, you've got this. You've got the talent here.* Doyle hurriedly said.
A few minutes later, the demons, or at least the ones who hadn't run off, lay on the floor, in various states of death and unconsciousness.
Cate ran out the door, back into the street. As Doyle followed, he heard the sword fall to the ground, with a metallic clang. Then, he heard the sound of Cate throwing up, and he awkwardly came to her.
"Oh, god. I k-killed them. Oh, my god. N-no," she said stammeringly. "I... what is w-wrong with me?" Doyle stood over her awkwardly, and said, "Nothing is wrong with ya. Ya only had to do... that... because they attacked ya."
"Not helping." She snapped. Her face was pale, and she trembled very slightly. "So, now what?" She asked a few minutes later. Doyle shrugged. "Well, we have to go somewhere, don't we? A-and, we have to get ho- I mean, back."
"Let's see where we can go for now," Doyle said. He didn't want to give the girl any false hope; he had no idea where they were, let alone how to get back. He knew Angel would figure out sooner or later they were gone, but the real question was, would he find where they had gone?
~A/N. Well, I WILL update the next one soon. PLEASE review. I am truly sorry for the delay, but I hope you understand. So, review, and make me happy? ;) Apologies, ~Cayt~