A/N: Sorry for taking so long with this chapter, I've been uber-busy
lately. Anyways, there was a bit of confuzzlement over Kitara and Isis.
Well, Isis is a Witch, a powerful one too, but has a little bit of a
drinking problem. She knows Angelus and has mixed feelings about him.
Kitara is also a Witch, but an actual initiated one. She was the High
Priestess back in Italy, but she was sent here, and got tangled up with
Angel and met Isis at school.
Hope that settles some of the confusment. And now, the fourth chapter is
here!!!! Enjoy!!! -Katie-
Early Tuesday morning; 1:28 AM; Hyperion Hotel
Isis and Angelus arrived at the bleak, empty hotel with an armload of
various magickal supplies they had spent the last four hours buying and
fetching from Isis's apartment. Proceeding over to the refrigerator,
Isis carefully picked out some baking powder, cranberry juice, and lemon
juice. Angelus had set the box of stuff; ie: books, candles, more books,
a staff, some jars of herbs, and a jar with some sparkly powder; on the
old orange couch and walked up to Isis, now measuring the items and
mixing them in a small silver bowl.
"Angelus, dear, instead of looking over my shoulder you could do a little
research about this demon."
Angelus looked at her, slightly miffed. No one told him what to do. He
was about to make a smart reply when he remembered Kitara. A surge of
anger sped through him and he returned to the couch and box of stuff.
"Well, Miss Witch, you could help out and tell me which book it is."
"It's the one that says: 'The Plain, Simple, Deadly Intracasies of Known
Demons: For Dummies.' It's right on top."
Angelus looked back at the box and saw it; glaringly orange, black and
yellow. Right on top. Leave it to a Witch to make a Vampire feel
stupid.
He shook his head and sat down with the book.
Now what was the friggin' demon's name? B-b....bog...
Bogusori! That was it!
The vampire smiled and flipped the pages until he found the chapter on
Bogusorii:
" Bogusori (pl. Bogusorii) Demon: Humanoid parapsychotic demon.
Typically male, with some rare exceptions. Is chronically emotionally
unstable and will often form destructive relationships with Human
females. May turn dangerous if refused or left. Suffers from extreme
paranoia and low self-esteem. Can not be cured, but can benifit from
heavy and regular psychotherapy."
Angelus laughed.
Isis almost hit her head on the door of the cupboard that was open above
her. The vampire had been reading for a while, and the hotel had been
compleatly silent...until a booming laugh shattered the quiet.
"What in the WORLD is so funny to you?"
Angelus, still laughing, stood and showed Isis the passage on Bogusori.
Isis couldn't help herself and started to laugh.
Five minutes later, the timer went off on the stove where the ingredients
were starting to boil.
"C'mon big guy. Let's get this done."
--------------------------
Ryan Connors sat back in his leather office chair, contemplating the
disturbance in the air.
If it's that forsaken witch, I'll kill her. No...just be really mad.
Ryan shook his head clear of those unpleasant thoughts and closed his
eyes, focusing on Kitara.
He saw her in his trembling, disturbed mind. She was downstairs, fallen
asleep on the couch after he had made everyone leave about one. She
looked so peaceful, and Ryan smiled at his ability to keep his true
nature hidden from her.
A sudden jolt of magick hit him full on, powerful enough to singe his
hair and knock him backwards.
"Oh no they don't..."
---------------------------
Back at the Hyperion, Isis and Angelus stood in the middle of a giant,
sparkling circle on opposite sides of the teakwood staff. Candles,
arranged at the five points of the pentacle shone through the darkness.
Isis closed up the circle and Angelus heard the tiny snap as the energies
sealed.
"Ready?"
"Been ready. Let's go."
Isis nodded and opened her book.
"O vos omnes. Chachachashishishi. O vos kistas."
Angelus joined in.
"O vas isa. Chachachashishishi. O ves denos."
Isis picked up the red powder of cranberry and lemon juice and baking
powder and held in in her right hand, Angelus's left under hers; thier
other hands holding each other.
"Goddes Divine, Powers that Rule..."
Angelus closed his eyes as Isis's chant rose in volume. He focused and
pushed out at the last words, sending the immense amount of energy into
the sky and the hands of the Powers.
----------------------
Kitara woke with a start. Something was going down; the air was
practically alive with magick. She sat up and looked around taking in
where she was. Ryan's house. Her ex. Why was she here and where was
Angelus?
Quietly, Kitara made as if to get up, but stopped when a clicking sound
announced itself near the back of her neck.
"I wouldn't if I were you."
Ryan held the enchanted revolver to Kitara's head.
"You're not leaving me again!"
Kitara could hear the desparation in his voice and felt the gun shake
behind her.
"Ryan, please, I wasn't going to leave. I...I wanted some water."
The man chuckled and his hand shook harder.
"No you weren't, Kit. It's that booger friend of yours. I love you Kit,
and I just want the best for you...for us."
Kitara Swiftwind sighed and slowly stood up.
"Ryan, I'm not gonna leave. And if you want what's best for me, then you
won't shoot me."
Ryan looked Kitara in the eyes.
"Besides, even if I wanted to leave; you couldn't shoot me. You don't
have it in you."
A scream.
A shot rang through the empty house and Kitara hit the floor.
lately. Anyways, there was a bit of confuzzlement over Kitara and Isis.
Well, Isis is a Witch, a powerful one too, but has a little bit of a
drinking problem. She knows Angelus and has mixed feelings about him.
Kitara is also a Witch, but an actual initiated one. She was the High
Priestess back in Italy, but she was sent here, and got tangled up with
Angel and met Isis at school.
Hope that settles some of the confusment. And now, the fourth chapter is
here!!!! Enjoy!!! -Katie-
Early Tuesday morning; 1:28 AM; Hyperion Hotel
Isis and Angelus arrived at the bleak, empty hotel with an armload of
various magickal supplies they had spent the last four hours buying and
fetching from Isis's apartment. Proceeding over to the refrigerator,
Isis carefully picked out some baking powder, cranberry juice, and lemon
juice. Angelus had set the box of stuff; ie: books, candles, more books,
a staff, some jars of herbs, and a jar with some sparkly powder; on the
old orange couch and walked up to Isis, now measuring the items and
mixing them in a small silver bowl.
"Angelus, dear, instead of looking over my shoulder you could do a little
research about this demon."
Angelus looked at her, slightly miffed. No one told him what to do. He
was about to make a smart reply when he remembered Kitara. A surge of
anger sped through him and he returned to the couch and box of stuff.
"Well, Miss Witch, you could help out and tell me which book it is."
"It's the one that says: 'The Plain, Simple, Deadly Intracasies of Known
Demons: For Dummies.' It's right on top."
Angelus looked back at the box and saw it; glaringly orange, black and
yellow. Right on top. Leave it to a Witch to make a Vampire feel
stupid.
He shook his head and sat down with the book.
Now what was the friggin' demon's name? B-b....bog...
Bogusori! That was it!
The vampire smiled and flipped the pages until he found the chapter on
Bogusorii:
" Bogusori (pl. Bogusorii) Demon: Humanoid parapsychotic demon.
Typically male, with some rare exceptions. Is chronically emotionally
unstable and will often form destructive relationships with Human
females. May turn dangerous if refused or left. Suffers from extreme
paranoia and low self-esteem. Can not be cured, but can benifit from
heavy and regular psychotherapy."
Angelus laughed.
Isis almost hit her head on the door of the cupboard that was open above
her. The vampire had been reading for a while, and the hotel had been
compleatly silent...until a booming laugh shattered the quiet.
"What in the WORLD is so funny to you?"
Angelus, still laughing, stood and showed Isis the passage on Bogusori.
Isis couldn't help herself and started to laugh.
Five minutes later, the timer went off on the stove where the ingredients
were starting to boil.
"C'mon big guy. Let's get this done."
--------------------------
Ryan Connors sat back in his leather office chair, contemplating the
disturbance in the air.
If it's that forsaken witch, I'll kill her. No...just be really mad.
Ryan shook his head clear of those unpleasant thoughts and closed his
eyes, focusing on Kitara.
He saw her in his trembling, disturbed mind. She was downstairs, fallen
asleep on the couch after he had made everyone leave about one. She
looked so peaceful, and Ryan smiled at his ability to keep his true
nature hidden from her.
A sudden jolt of magick hit him full on, powerful enough to singe his
hair and knock him backwards.
"Oh no they don't..."
---------------------------
Back at the Hyperion, Isis and Angelus stood in the middle of a giant,
sparkling circle on opposite sides of the teakwood staff. Candles,
arranged at the five points of the pentacle shone through the darkness.
Isis closed up the circle and Angelus heard the tiny snap as the energies
sealed.
"Ready?"
"Been ready. Let's go."
Isis nodded and opened her book.
"O vos omnes. Chachachashishishi. O vos kistas."
Angelus joined in.
"O vas isa. Chachachashishishi. O ves denos."
Isis picked up the red powder of cranberry and lemon juice and baking
powder and held in in her right hand, Angelus's left under hers; thier
other hands holding each other.
"Goddes Divine, Powers that Rule..."
Angelus closed his eyes as Isis's chant rose in volume. He focused and
pushed out at the last words, sending the immense amount of energy into
the sky and the hands of the Powers.
----------------------
Kitara woke with a start. Something was going down; the air was
practically alive with magick. She sat up and looked around taking in
where she was. Ryan's house. Her ex. Why was she here and where was
Angelus?
Quietly, Kitara made as if to get up, but stopped when a clicking sound
announced itself near the back of her neck.
"I wouldn't if I were you."
Ryan held the enchanted revolver to Kitara's head.
"You're not leaving me again!"
Kitara could hear the desparation in his voice and felt the gun shake
behind her.
"Ryan, please, I wasn't going to leave. I...I wanted some water."
The man chuckled and his hand shook harder.
"No you weren't, Kit. It's that booger friend of yours. I love you Kit,
and I just want the best for you...for us."
Kitara Swiftwind sighed and slowly stood up.
"Ryan, I'm not gonna leave. And if you want what's best for me, then you
won't shoot me."
Ryan looked Kitara in the eyes.
"Besides, even if I wanted to leave; you couldn't shoot me. You don't
have it in you."
A scream.
A shot rang through the empty house and Kitara hit the floor.