Authors Note: Yay! Almost the last chapter! Anyways, this will
(hopefully) answer some questions any of you may have about some of the
relationships going on in this story. Some flashbacks of Kitara and
Ryan's past. Please keep reviewing!
P.S: Caffiene Ted: I'm sorry you don't like my demon. But I like him and
he's not supposed to be some badarse demon. He has emotional problems!
He can't be cool!
THANKS EVERYONE!!!
Tuesday morning: 10:05 AM, Ryan Connors' house
Ryan sat on the edge of the couch, contemplating the events that had left
the woman he loved lying bleeding on his living room floor. Kitara had
wanted to leave him. That stupid witch friend had broken his spell.
Ryan Connors looked at Kitara's prone figure still on the floor. He
hadn't killed her. No, he didn't have the guts. Shot her in the
shoulder instead.
Sighing, the young man stood and turned to look out the window. At least
he didn't have to worry about that scary vampire coming over...until
evening at least.
Something stirred behind Ryan, and he turned to see Kitara Swiftwind
trying to sit up.
"Ryan..."
Kitara held out her good hand and waited for her ex to help her up.
After minuites of Ryan blankly staring at her, Kitara summoned her will
and pushed herself up with one arm, biting her lip to keep from crying
out.
Bastard. Shoots me and doesn't even help me up.
"So. Jackass. Did you have a reason for shooting me in the shoulder?"
Kitara spat at the figure of Ryan still by the window. There was
something odd about him. Yeah, he was a little messed up in the head,
but even with the emotional issues he wasn't the type to hurt anybody.
Much less to shoot them in the shoulder, therefore incurring the wrath of
that persons soon-to-be angry vampire-without-a-soul boyfriend and uber-
witchie best friend. Some people.
Ryan sighed and faced his ex-girlfriend. Gods he loved her. Why
couldn't she love him?
"I...I didn't want to shoot you, sweetie-"
"I'm not your sweetie."
"-Kitara but you....you were going to leave."
The woman laughed, ignoring the pain in her shoulder.
No, just because you shot me doesn't mean that I'm gonna leave. No.
Kitara settled herself on the couch to wait for nightfall, an impatient
expression glued to her lovely countenance.
"Oh boy are you gonna get what's coming to you."
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Tuesday evening: 6:10 pm, The Hyperion
Angelus was pacing around the empty foyer to the grand old hotel holding
his right shoulder. It had only been the night before. As he had been
waiting for dusk, the shot of lightning had passed through his right
shoulder. Letting out an evil hiss he had turned his head to examine the
sudden pain. His shoulder had been run through by something, but there
was no blood. Because he hadn't actually been hit; he was just feeling
what his girlfriend was going through at that moment.
I am going to kill him. I swear to the Powers that he will pay for that
with all he has.
"Angelus?"
The vampire turned on his heel, hands clased behind his back holding his
favourite broadsword, flexing the tight upper torso muscles, making the
lines visible through his shirt.
"Are you ready, Isis? Did the tracking spell work?"
Isis Hallowell nodded and held out a map and a small crystal pillbox full
of iridesent red powder.
Angelus took note of the powder and map and saw the small blue spot
slightly up and left of the center.
"I'm guessing that's where the jackass lives."
Isis nodded and picked up her jacket and keys.
Angelus let out a small sound of surprise and Isis glared at him
questioningly.
"What?" She exclaimed, annoyed.
He pointed at they keys in her right hand.
"We'll never get there in your Honda. Uh-uh dear..." A large hand
reached into a pocket and drew out a set of keys.
The keychain had three letters.
G. T. O.
Isis's eyes got wide and the witch grinned.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's G-T-GO!"
She spun daintily and headed out the door.
The vampire looked after her.
"G-T....go? G-T....oooohhhh."
Slapping himself in the forehead and saying something about crazy people,
Angelus followed Isis to his car.
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Kitara watched Ryan pace back and forht in front of the window. He was
muttering to himself. She leaned forward and caught some of what he was
saying.
Something about treacherous girlfriends, scary vampires and hoo-doo
witches.
Chuckling, she went back to trying to ignore the throbbing in her
shoulder and tune in to Isis's presense. The thumping pain was bad, but
the incesant pacing and muttering drove her over the edge.
Can't he mutter and pace somewhere else? Geez...
Kitara's choices were severly limited. She wished she could get up and
move to another room, but he would follow her, so that was out.
Actually she wished she could move. Period. Since she had tried to
"escape", Ryan had jerked her around and tied her to one side of the
couch.
Her opporitunity finally came a little bit after dusk.
Ryan turned and stalked upstairs. He wouldn't be gone long, but it was
all Kitara needed.
"Isis Hallowell! Hear me! It is your friend Kitara Swiftwind!"
Kitara felt the jolt and heard the slight gasp. A deep voice asked Isis
what was wrong.
Angelus.
"Kitara! I hear you! Are you alright?"
"No. The jerk shot me in the shoulder. Are you guys coming?"
"Yes. Angelus is worried. And pissed. I think Ryan's gonna get what's
coming to him."
Kitara chuckled at the though of Angelus----
Goddess. Angelus.
She felt herself burn at just the thought of his strong arms around her;
hands both gentle, yet firm; soft lips cool to the touch.
Her reverie was broken by a screech of car tiers around the corner and
Ryans' shout from upstairs.
"That bloody vampire!" Ryan laughed weakly at his own pun.
"Hey! Watch it. That my 'bloody vampire' you're talking about."
Ryan turned and saw Kitara standing behind him. In a sudden flurry of
movement and a fit of anger, the man backhanded Kitara across the face
and sent her falling back across the couch. He stalked over to hit her
again when a slow, deep rumble from the doorway froze him dead.
"I'd stop that if I were you."
Cland in black leather and blue silk, gleaming broadsword in hand,
Angelus stared down the suddenly frightened young man.
Stepping around the tall vampire, Isis Hallowell smiled slightly at
Kitara.
Everything's gonna be ok, Kit. I promise.
Ryan Connors stood from over Kitara's gasping form.
"I've done nothing to you, Vampire. Please...please don't hurt me."
Ryan's strong beginning had faded to a meek whimper under Angelus's
penetrating, soulless gaze.
Angelus twirled the sword and pointed the tip to Ryan's throat.
"And what are you planning to do about it?"
A steady smile crossed fleetingly over the desperate smaller man's face.
"Everything in my power...I hope."
Ryan Connors lunged at the vampire.
(hopefully) answer some questions any of you may have about some of the
relationships going on in this story. Some flashbacks of Kitara and
Ryan's past. Please keep reviewing!
P.S: Caffiene Ted: I'm sorry you don't like my demon. But I like him and
he's not supposed to be some badarse demon. He has emotional problems!
He can't be cool!
THANKS EVERYONE!!!
Tuesday morning: 10:05 AM, Ryan Connors' house
Ryan sat on the edge of the couch, contemplating the events that had left
the woman he loved lying bleeding on his living room floor. Kitara had
wanted to leave him. That stupid witch friend had broken his spell.
Ryan Connors looked at Kitara's prone figure still on the floor. He
hadn't killed her. No, he didn't have the guts. Shot her in the
shoulder instead.
Sighing, the young man stood and turned to look out the window. At least
he didn't have to worry about that scary vampire coming over...until
evening at least.
Something stirred behind Ryan, and he turned to see Kitara Swiftwind
trying to sit up.
"Ryan..."
Kitara held out her good hand and waited for her ex to help her up.
After minuites of Ryan blankly staring at her, Kitara summoned her will
and pushed herself up with one arm, biting her lip to keep from crying
out.
Bastard. Shoots me and doesn't even help me up.
"So. Jackass. Did you have a reason for shooting me in the shoulder?"
Kitara spat at the figure of Ryan still by the window. There was
something odd about him. Yeah, he was a little messed up in the head,
but even with the emotional issues he wasn't the type to hurt anybody.
Much less to shoot them in the shoulder, therefore incurring the wrath of
that persons soon-to-be angry vampire-without-a-soul boyfriend and uber-
witchie best friend. Some people.
Ryan sighed and faced his ex-girlfriend. Gods he loved her. Why
couldn't she love him?
"I...I didn't want to shoot you, sweetie-"
"I'm not your sweetie."
"-Kitara but you....you were going to leave."
The woman laughed, ignoring the pain in her shoulder.
No, just because you shot me doesn't mean that I'm gonna leave. No.
Kitara settled herself on the couch to wait for nightfall, an impatient
expression glued to her lovely countenance.
"Oh boy are you gonna get what's coming to you."
----------------------------
Tuesday evening: 6:10 pm, The Hyperion
Angelus was pacing around the empty foyer to the grand old hotel holding
his right shoulder. It had only been the night before. As he had been
waiting for dusk, the shot of lightning had passed through his right
shoulder. Letting out an evil hiss he had turned his head to examine the
sudden pain. His shoulder had been run through by something, but there
was no blood. Because he hadn't actually been hit; he was just feeling
what his girlfriend was going through at that moment.
I am going to kill him. I swear to the Powers that he will pay for that
with all he has.
"Angelus?"
The vampire turned on his heel, hands clased behind his back holding his
favourite broadsword, flexing the tight upper torso muscles, making the
lines visible through his shirt.
"Are you ready, Isis? Did the tracking spell work?"
Isis Hallowell nodded and held out a map and a small crystal pillbox full
of iridesent red powder.
Angelus took note of the powder and map and saw the small blue spot
slightly up and left of the center.
"I'm guessing that's where the jackass lives."
Isis nodded and picked up her jacket and keys.
Angelus let out a small sound of surprise and Isis glared at him
questioningly.
"What?" She exclaimed, annoyed.
He pointed at they keys in her right hand.
"We'll never get there in your Honda. Uh-uh dear..." A large hand
reached into a pocket and drew out a set of keys.
The keychain had three letters.
G. T. O.
Isis's eyes got wide and the witch grinned.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's G-T-GO!"
She spun daintily and headed out the door.
The vampire looked after her.
"G-T....go? G-T....oooohhhh."
Slapping himself in the forehead and saying something about crazy people,
Angelus followed Isis to his car.
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Kitara watched Ryan pace back and forht in front of the window. He was
muttering to himself. She leaned forward and caught some of what he was
saying.
Something about treacherous girlfriends, scary vampires and hoo-doo
witches.
Chuckling, she went back to trying to ignore the throbbing in her
shoulder and tune in to Isis's presense. The thumping pain was bad, but
the incesant pacing and muttering drove her over the edge.
Can't he mutter and pace somewhere else? Geez...
Kitara's choices were severly limited. She wished she could get up and
move to another room, but he would follow her, so that was out.
Actually she wished she could move. Period. Since she had tried to
"escape", Ryan had jerked her around and tied her to one side of the
couch.
Her opporitunity finally came a little bit after dusk.
Ryan turned and stalked upstairs. He wouldn't be gone long, but it was
all Kitara needed.
"Isis Hallowell! Hear me! It is your friend Kitara Swiftwind!"
Kitara felt the jolt and heard the slight gasp. A deep voice asked Isis
what was wrong.
Angelus.
"Kitara! I hear you! Are you alright?"
"No. The jerk shot me in the shoulder. Are you guys coming?"
"Yes. Angelus is worried. And pissed. I think Ryan's gonna get what's
coming to him."
Kitara chuckled at the though of Angelus----
Goddess. Angelus.
She felt herself burn at just the thought of his strong arms around her;
hands both gentle, yet firm; soft lips cool to the touch.
Her reverie was broken by a screech of car tiers around the corner and
Ryans' shout from upstairs.
"That bloody vampire!" Ryan laughed weakly at his own pun.
"Hey! Watch it. That my 'bloody vampire' you're talking about."
Ryan turned and saw Kitara standing behind him. In a sudden flurry of
movement and a fit of anger, the man backhanded Kitara across the face
and sent her falling back across the couch. He stalked over to hit her
again when a slow, deep rumble from the doorway froze him dead.
"I'd stop that if I were you."
Cland in black leather and blue silk, gleaming broadsword in hand,
Angelus stared down the suddenly frightened young man.
Stepping around the tall vampire, Isis Hallowell smiled slightly at
Kitara.
Everything's gonna be ok, Kit. I promise.
Ryan Connors stood from over Kitara's gasping form.
"I've done nothing to you, Vampire. Please...please don't hurt me."
Ryan's strong beginning had faded to a meek whimper under Angelus's
penetrating, soulless gaze.
Angelus twirled the sword and pointed the tip to Ryan's throat.
"And what are you planning to do about it?"
A steady smile crossed fleetingly over the desperate smaller man's face.
"Everything in my power...I hope."
Ryan Connors lunged at the vampire.