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updating sooner. And so without further ado *author presents next chapter
with a flourish* the next chapter.
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It had been a few hours now since his friends had left him, alone on the banks of an unknown river in an unknown world. He had finally convinced them that he was indeed perfectly capable of staying putt and looking after himself while they went off in search of help and someone who could invite him in. So now he had nothing better to except ponder the incidents that had led up to his arrival in this strange place.
He had just come from the demon dimension of Pyleea where humans were looked upon as little more than slaves. Where he, a creature of the night for more years than he cared to remember, was able to walk about freely in the daylight, something he hadn't experienced since the day that never was where for twenty-four blissful he was human and with the love of his life, Buffy, where he was able to see his reflection and if there had been a cross lying around he was pretty sure he would have been able to touch it without the customary hand busting into flames. But that gift had come with a very heavy price. When he embraced his demon side to fight the bad guys while he was there more than just the normal game face had come out. In fact all of the demon inside of him had come out in all its bloodthirsty glory. It left him with no mind of his own. A few primal directives governed all his actions. Hunt. Kill. Feed. He gained control over his demon side, barely, forcing it back down inside and regaining control over his body and his mind. He now dreaded to think what price he would have to pay for the gift of walking unhampered in the daylight in this strange place, albeit he was smouldering a little but not as bad as back home where he would be a walking fireball after only a few seconds exposure to the suns lethal rays.
And if it weren't bad enough crash landing here in the middle of nowhere after repeated assurances from both Fred and Wesley, they knew the right way home they had no way of trying again as the book they had been working form had remained in Pyleea. So now they were effectively stuck in some unknown dimension with little hope of returning home. And as if that weren't bad enough there was also the fact that this place also had its fair share of demons judging form what he had witnessed only hours before and what Cordelia had said about them, she said she'd seen them last year when she went into a coma last year with her visions, once they had all gotten over the shock of what they had just witnessed she explained what little she knew. According to her they were a nameless evil, whether that was true or not Angel didn't know, it could simply be that she didn't know their name, but the fear in her eyes he saw and smelt easily enough. Those things had really freaked her out. He didn't even want to speculate on what those things really were, let alone try and go downriver to find their remains. Considering what Cordelia had said and the way the river had reacted to their obvious evil he wasn't even going to try.
That was another thing that unsettled him, when those Black Riders (for lack of a better description) had stood there only a few in front if him, even though they had been facing in the opposite direction at he time and had seemed to be entirely preoccupied with the pretty lady, he had felt their evil. It called to him, it whispered in his ear the sweet promises of blood and death and torture. All the things he'd revelled in when he had been Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, the vampire with the angelic face. He was pretty sure they recognised the evil in him although they really didn't seem to care one way or the other. They seemed too preoccupied at the time with other things.
All the while these thoughts were racing through Angels head he was leaning heavily up against the invisible barrier which forbid his entrance to Lord Elronds land, so as to know the exact second his friends had gained his invitation into the land before him. To anyone looking down on him it would have seemed a funny sight especially as every now and again Angel picked himself up to beat on the invisible barrier keeping him from his friends, in the vain hope of breaking it down. Of course no one saw him and no one would for quiet a time. And so it was that Angel was going to be left alone with his thoughts for what would seem like months but would in fact only be a few days at the very most if he were lucky.
Angels last thoughts for the day before sleep finally overtook his mind was how his friends were getting on .
Yes I know I'm cruel but I like ending with something of a cliffhanger. Now all that is left for you to do is to review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. REVIEW!!! I promise to try and update in the next few days. Next chapter: whatever did happen to the gang. Maybe the untimely death of one of its members??? Until then feel free to fill the time by reviewing and I will try to answer your questions. See ya soon with the next instalment (hopefully).
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It had been a few hours now since his friends had left him, alone on the banks of an unknown river in an unknown world. He had finally convinced them that he was indeed perfectly capable of staying putt and looking after himself while they went off in search of help and someone who could invite him in. So now he had nothing better to except ponder the incidents that had led up to his arrival in this strange place.
He had just come from the demon dimension of Pyleea where humans were looked upon as little more than slaves. Where he, a creature of the night for more years than he cared to remember, was able to walk about freely in the daylight, something he hadn't experienced since the day that never was where for twenty-four blissful he was human and with the love of his life, Buffy, where he was able to see his reflection and if there had been a cross lying around he was pretty sure he would have been able to touch it without the customary hand busting into flames. But that gift had come with a very heavy price. When he embraced his demon side to fight the bad guys while he was there more than just the normal game face had come out. In fact all of the demon inside of him had come out in all its bloodthirsty glory. It left him with no mind of his own. A few primal directives governed all his actions. Hunt. Kill. Feed. He gained control over his demon side, barely, forcing it back down inside and regaining control over his body and his mind. He now dreaded to think what price he would have to pay for the gift of walking unhampered in the daylight in this strange place, albeit he was smouldering a little but not as bad as back home where he would be a walking fireball after only a few seconds exposure to the suns lethal rays.
And if it weren't bad enough crash landing here in the middle of nowhere after repeated assurances from both Fred and Wesley, they knew the right way home they had no way of trying again as the book they had been working form had remained in Pyleea. So now they were effectively stuck in some unknown dimension with little hope of returning home. And as if that weren't bad enough there was also the fact that this place also had its fair share of demons judging form what he had witnessed only hours before and what Cordelia had said about them, she said she'd seen them last year when she went into a coma last year with her visions, once they had all gotten over the shock of what they had just witnessed she explained what little she knew. According to her they were a nameless evil, whether that was true or not Angel didn't know, it could simply be that she didn't know their name, but the fear in her eyes he saw and smelt easily enough. Those things had really freaked her out. He didn't even want to speculate on what those things really were, let alone try and go downriver to find their remains. Considering what Cordelia had said and the way the river had reacted to their obvious evil he wasn't even going to try.
That was another thing that unsettled him, when those Black Riders (for lack of a better description) had stood there only a few in front if him, even though they had been facing in the opposite direction at he time and had seemed to be entirely preoccupied with the pretty lady, he had felt their evil. It called to him, it whispered in his ear the sweet promises of blood and death and torture. All the things he'd revelled in when he had been Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, the vampire with the angelic face. He was pretty sure they recognised the evil in him although they really didn't seem to care one way or the other. They seemed too preoccupied at the time with other things.
All the while these thoughts were racing through Angels head he was leaning heavily up against the invisible barrier which forbid his entrance to Lord Elronds land, so as to know the exact second his friends had gained his invitation into the land before him. To anyone looking down on him it would have seemed a funny sight especially as every now and again Angel picked himself up to beat on the invisible barrier keeping him from his friends, in the vain hope of breaking it down. Of course no one saw him and no one would for quiet a time. And so it was that Angel was going to be left alone with his thoughts for what would seem like months but would in fact only be a few days at the very most if he were lucky.
Angels last thoughts for the day before sleep finally overtook his mind was how his friends were getting on .
Yes I know I'm cruel but I like ending with something of a cliffhanger. Now all that is left for you to do is to review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review. REVIEW!!! I promise to try and update in the next few days. Next chapter: whatever did happen to the gang. Maybe the untimely death of one of its members??? Until then feel free to fill the time by reviewing and I will try to answer your questions. See ya soon with the next instalment (hopefully).
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