AUTHORS NOTE!!!!: This is your lovely Authoress typing again...and to tell
the truth, I am a little upset. I love writing this story and I know it
hasn't been the best. I'm a good person, but I have my inner Angelus as
well. This is going to be Chapter 6.5, Kitara's stay in the Hospital and
Isis's surprise for Angelus. BUT...
BE AWARE!!! I AM EVIL!!!!! I WILL NOT POST THE FINAL CHAPTER IF I DON'T HAVE AT LEAST FOUR MORE REVIEWS FOR THIS STORY!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Thank You---The Author
Early Wednesday morning: 3:45 AM; St. Catharine's Hospital
Angelus pushed his way through the Emergency entrance doors. A few people threw dirty glances his way and mumbled under their breath, but the vampire didn't pay any attention. His whole being was focused on the unconcious woman with the fading heartbeat lying in his arms. "Can I help you, Sir?" The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed Angelus's pained visage and laid a hand on the tall man's shoulder. Angelus turned to face her and the nurse's eyes traversed the prone woman. "Oh my God! What happened?" "Gunshot wound at close range, it's been about a day since it happened and I just found her three hours ago." The nurse looked up at the frantic tone in the man's voice. Two seconds later the nurse was lifting Kitara onto a gurney and radioing for doctors ASAP. Angelus followed the doctors as far as he could, until the swinging white doors of the E.R blocked his way. ----------------------------
She's still in surgery. She's been in there for...two hours. The vampire checked his watch again. Releasing an uneeded sign, his head fell between his shaking hands. "Sir?" The nurse sat down besides him. Waiting for him to respond. He didn't. Something was happeneing. The air stirred and Angelus felt his heart break apart and a sudden sense of wholeness. It hurt. Apparently it hurt more than he knew because he found himself on the floor, clutching his chest, panting. "Oh my God! Sir! Sir is there anything I can get you?" She knelt at his side, helping him up. He felt wierd. Different. "No...no thank you. I'm fine." The nurse looked skeptical and got up; returning shortly with a paper cup of water. "Is she ok, nurse?" The nurse smiled at the handsome man. "Yes. She'll be all right. Are you related?" The vampire shook his head. "She's my girlfriend." The nurse chuckled. "Well, she's a lucky girl to have such a caring boyfriend." Lucky indeed...in more ways than one. "May we get her information?" He nodded. "Name?" "Kitara Swiftwind." "Address?" The vampire thought for a moment. He didn't know the address of the Hyperion. "Uhh...the Hyperion Hotel." "And your name, Sir?" ---------------------------------
Flashback to: The Hyperion Hotel; Seven minuts ago...
The circle was cast, and everything was in place. Isis Hallowell looked around her, smiling. Angelus has been too long on the outside. With Kitara indisposed, she would do it by herself and read both parts. Isis chuckled at the memory of her begging Wesley to drop her off at the Hotel before he went to the hospital. He wouldn't let her come until she told him what she had in store for their friend Angelus. The Watcher laughed his head off for a few seconds then, resuming the gloomy-Brit facade, offered to read the first part in place of Kitara. The Witch and the Watcher now stood across from each other, Wesley holding the gigantic and ancient book. Isis nodded and Wesley began. "Quod perditum est, invenietur..." "Nisi mort, nisi al finete. Te invoc, spirit al trecerii..." Wesley slowly placed the book under his arm, watching Isis build the chant to it's full power; feeling the nergy and strength swirl and dance around him. Through him. "The implor, Doamme! Nu ignora accasta...rugaminte lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta sufletul la el..." "Este scris aceasta putere este...dreptul poporuil meu de a conduce..." "Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum! ACUM!" Isis released the pent up energy and closed her eyes. "Wes...wesley..." He was right there when she stumbled lightly into his arms. "It's alright, Isis. You did it." -----------------------------------
Present: St. Catharine's.
The nurse stared at the man. "Sir? Your name." "Oh! My name is...Angel."
BE AWARE!!! I AM EVIL!!!!! I WILL NOT POST THE FINAL CHAPTER IF I DON'T HAVE AT LEAST FOUR MORE REVIEWS FOR THIS STORY!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Thank You---The Author
Early Wednesday morning: 3:45 AM; St. Catharine's Hospital
Angelus pushed his way through the Emergency entrance doors. A few people threw dirty glances his way and mumbled under their breath, but the vampire didn't pay any attention. His whole being was focused on the unconcious woman with the fading heartbeat lying in his arms. "Can I help you, Sir?" The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed Angelus's pained visage and laid a hand on the tall man's shoulder. Angelus turned to face her and the nurse's eyes traversed the prone woman. "Oh my God! What happened?" "Gunshot wound at close range, it's been about a day since it happened and I just found her three hours ago." The nurse looked up at the frantic tone in the man's voice. Two seconds later the nurse was lifting Kitara onto a gurney and radioing for doctors ASAP. Angelus followed the doctors as far as he could, until the swinging white doors of the E.R blocked his way. ----------------------------
She's still in surgery. She's been in there for...two hours. The vampire checked his watch again. Releasing an uneeded sign, his head fell between his shaking hands. "Sir?" The nurse sat down besides him. Waiting for him to respond. He didn't. Something was happeneing. The air stirred and Angelus felt his heart break apart and a sudden sense of wholeness. It hurt. Apparently it hurt more than he knew because he found himself on the floor, clutching his chest, panting. "Oh my God! Sir! Sir is there anything I can get you?" She knelt at his side, helping him up. He felt wierd. Different. "No...no thank you. I'm fine." The nurse looked skeptical and got up; returning shortly with a paper cup of water. "Is she ok, nurse?" The nurse smiled at the handsome man. "Yes. She'll be all right. Are you related?" The vampire shook his head. "She's my girlfriend." The nurse chuckled. "Well, she's a lucky girl to have such a caring boyfriend." Lucky indeed...in more ways than one. "May we get her information?" He nodded. "Name?" "Kitara Swiftwind." "Address?" The vampire thought for a moment. He didn't know the address of the Hyperion. "Uhh...the Hyperion Hotel." "And your name, Sir?" ---------------------------------
Flashback to: The Hyperion Hotel; Seven minuts ago...
The circle was cast, and everything was in place. Isis Hallowell looked around her, smiling. Angelus has been too long on the outside. With Kitara indisposed, she would do it by herself and read both parts. Isis chuckled at the memory of her begging Wesley to drop her off at the Hotel before he went to the hospital. He wouldn't let her come until she told him what she had in store for their friend Angelus. The Watcher laughed his head off for a few seconds then, resuming the gloomy-Brit facade, offered to read the first part in place of Kitara. The Witch and the Watcher now stood across from each other, Wesley holding the gigantic and ancient book. Isis nodded and Wesley began. "Quod perditum est, invenietur..." "Nisi mort, nisi al finete. Te invoc, spirit al trecerii..." Wesley slowly placed the book under his arm, watching Isis build the chant to it's full power; feeling the nergy and strength swirl and dance around him. Through him. "The implor, Doamme! Nu ignora accasta...rugaminte lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta sufletul la el..." "Este scris aceasta putere este...dreptul poporuil meu de a conduce..." "Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum! ACUM!" Isis released the pent up energy and closed her eyes. "Wes...wesley..." He was right there when she stumbled lightly into his arms. "It's alright, Isis. You did it." -----------------------------------
Present: St. Catharine's.
The nurse stared at the man. "Sir? Your name." "Oh! My name is...Angel."