Disclaimer; I want all of them!! But they're not mine *sniff*
A/N; hey, I have a new reviewer! Woohoo! PadFootCc, I hope that "O my goodness" was a good sign? Well, here's the next chapter anyhow, hope you like it. P.s. Anyone else who reads this, if you don't have anything nice to say, please don't post a review. Constructive criticism is welcome but flames just hurt my feelings. This is only my first story. And if you don't like it, then don't read it! Anyway, on with the story...
Chapter 3
As Caitlin descended the stairs to the hotel reception area, she heard Angel and the others discussing her situation. Angel looked up as she walked over to them. "Hey, you feel any better?"
Caitlin silently shook her head. She was trying hard not to show how worried she felt. Her usual cool, playful attitude had abandoned her. Losing her strength was serious. Without it she'd no longer be a Slayer. She'd just be a regular, vulnerable girl...and the thought of being helpless against all the horrors that she knew were out there scared her more than anything she'd ever had to face.
While the guys continued to discuss the problem, Caitlin headed over to the weapons cabinet. Looking at all the vicious weapons, she chose a long, heavy looking sword that she'd used many times in battle with no problem at all. She lifted the sword off its holder...and nearly dropped it with the surprising weight. Feeling determined though, she hefted the sword up into a fighting position and tried to swing it as though in battle, but the weight proved too much. In utter frustration, Caitlin let go of the sword, letting it clatter to the floor.
At the sudden noise, the others stopped mid discussion and looked across the room at her. Fighting back tears of frustration, she looked at them all and cried desperately, "What's wrong with me?!"
***
When Caitlin had calmed down, she leaned on the counter in the lobby, looking utterly miserable, while Wesley questioned her about when she'd first felt she was losing her powers and how it could have been caused.
"Wesley," she sighed, exasperated, "I already told you, I don't know. I just started feeling strange and then I gradually got weaker. I don't know what caused it. If I did, I'd be out there trying to fix it." As she spoke, she wandered over to the hotel doors and looked out at the night sky, the stars twinkling away merrily, oblivious to her torment.
"And when did you first start to feel that something was wrong?" Wesley pressed, old books open on the table in front of him.
"I don't know. Last night maybe," Caitlin replied.
Wesley looked up, "Before or after you arrived at Caritas?"
Caitlin turned back to look at him across the reception, "After I guess. But what does that have to do with..." she trailed off, realising what Wesley was getting at. "The cocktails!"
"Precisely," Wesley replied. "I think there may have been something in the cocktails."
"Someone spiked my drink?!" Caitlin said, panic rising within her.
"Someone - or something?" Gunn asked darkly.
"What could they have given her?" Angel asked Wesley.
Wesley looked doubtful, "Well, it's hard to say. Without knowing who 'they' are, we can't know their motives..."
"Buffy!" Caitlin said suddenly.
"What?" Angel asked, confused at the mention of his ex.
Caitlin looked at them all, explaining what she remembered, "On Buffy's 18th birthday the council had her drugged and locked up in a house with a crazy vampire."
"Of course, the test -" Wesley said.
"The drug made her weak so she couldn't fight him." Caitlin added.
"Oh my god, who would do that?" Fred exclaimed, horrified at the idea.
"Her Watcher," Angel replied darkly, remembering what Buffy had told him.
"Giles did that?" Cordy exclaimed, then added triumphantly, "I knew all librarians were evil!"
"I'm not, "Said Fred meekly. "At least, I don't think I am."
"Guys! Missing the point," Caitlin cut in, "What if it's the same drug the council used and someone's planning to do the same to me?"
"Don't worry," Angel said to her. "I won't let anything happen to you." She looked at him and nodded, feeling a little reassured knowing that he would protect her.
"That's not possible, "Wesley continued. "The council were the only one's who had access to that drug. It was kept well hidden, nobody else knew it existed."
Caitlin looked at Wesley and replied, "Well, the council aren't around to protect it anymore, are they?"
Before anyone could reply to that, the lights suddenly went out, plunging them all into darkness.
"Okay, that can't be good," Cordy said, panicked.
"Everyone stay calm. Where's the fuse box?" Wesley asked.
"Around the side of the building...outside," Cordy said
"That's not good!" Fred said worriedly.
"Heads up guys, we got company," Angel said, sensing intruders.
A muffled scream suddenly sounded out, followed by a thump, coming from across the room where Caitlin was. With his heightened vampire senses, Angel was able to see through the darkness. Across the lobby, Caitlin was under attack from large black figures.
"Caitlin!" he cried, leaping into action, but before he could reach her a heavy baseball bat swung out of nowhere and connected with the back of his skull. The impact sent Angel to his knees, dazing him for a moment. Before he could get to his feet again, someone from behind stabbed him through the back with a stake, narrowly missing his heart. He cried out in pain and the attackers took the opportunity to escape, knowing the others posed no threat as they were blind in the dark.
After a few seconds the lights came back on and Wesley appeared through the doors.
"Angel!" Cordy gasped when she saw him. She and Fred rushed over to help him up.
"What the hell was that all about?!" Gunn asked, watching as Angel pulled the stake out, wincing in pain.
"They took Caitlin."
***
A/N; hey, I have a new reviewer! Woohoo! PadFootCc, I hope that "O my goodness" was a good sign? Well, here's the next chapter anyhow, hope you like it. P.s. Anyone else who reads this, if you don't have anything nice to say, please don't post a review. Constructive criticism is welcome but flames just hurt my feelings. This is only my first story. And if you don't like it, then don't read it! Anyway, on with the story...
Chapter 3
As Caitlin descended the stairs to the hotel reception area, she heard Angel and the others discussing her situation. Angel looked up as she walked over to them. "Hey, you feel any better?"
Caitlin silently shook her head. She was trying hard not to show how worried she felt. Her usual cool, playful attitude had abandoned her. Losing her strength was serious. Without it she'd no longer be a Slayer. She'd just be a regular, vulnerable girl...and the thought of being helpless against all the horrors that she knew were out there scared her more than anything she'd ever had to face.
While the guys continued to discuss the problem, Caitlin headed over to the weapons cabinet. Looking at all the vicious weapons, she chose a long, heavy looking sword that she'd used many times in battle with no problem at all. She lifted the sword off its holder...and nearly dropped it with the surprising weight. Feeling determined though, she hefted the sword up into a fighting position and tried to swing it as though in battle, but the weight proved too much. In utter frustration, Caitlin let go of the sword, letting it clatter to the floor.
At the sudden noise, the others stopped mid discussion and looked across the room at her. Fighting back tears of frustration, she looked at them all and cried desperately, "What's wrong with me?!"
***
When Caitlin had calmed down, she leaned on the counter in the lobby, looking utterly miserable, while Wesley questioned her about when she'd first felt she was losing her powers and how it could have been caused.
"Wesley," she sighed, exasperated, "I already told you, I don't know. I just started feeling strange and then I gradually got weaker. I don't know what caused it. If I did, I'd be out there trying to fix it." As she spoke, she wandered over to the hotel doors and looked out at the night sky, the stars twinkling away merrily, oblivious to her torment.
"And when did you first start to feel that something was wrong?" Wesley pressed, old books open on the table in front of him.
"I don't know. Last night maybe," Caitlin replied.
Wesley looked up, "Before or after you arrived at Caritas?"
Caitlin turned back to look at him across the reception, "After I guess. But what does that have to do with..." she trailed off, realising what Wesley was getting at. "The cocktails!"
"Precisely," Wesley replied. "I think there may have been something in the cocktails."
"Someone spiked my drink?!" Caitlin said, panic rising within her.
"Someone - or something?" Gunn asked darkly.
"What could they have given her?" Angel asked Wesley.
Wesley looked doubtful, "Well, it's hard to say. Without knowing who 'they' are, we can't know their motives..."
"Buffy!" Caitlin said suddenly.
"What?" Angel asked, confused at the mention of his ex.
Caitlin looked at them all, explaining what she remembered, "On Buffy's 18th birthday the council had her drugged and locked up in a house with a crazy vampire."
"Of course, the test -" Wesley said.
"The drug made her weak so she couldn't fight him." Caitlin added.
"Oh my god, who would do that?" Fred exclaimed, horrified at the idea.
"Her Watcher," Angel replied darkly, remembering what Buffy had told him.
"Giles did that?" Cordy exclaimed, then added triumphantly, "I knew all librarians were evil!"
"I'm not, "Said Fred meekly. "At least, I don't think I am."
"Guys! Missing the point," Caitlin cut in, "What if it's the same drug the council used and someone's planning to do the same to me?"
"Don't worry," Angel said to her. "I won't let anything happen to you." She looked at him and nodded, feeling a little reassured knowing that he would protect her.
"That's not possible, "Wesley continued. "The council were the only one's who had access to that drug. It was kept well hidden, nobody else knew it existed."
Caitlin looked at Wesley and replied, "Well, the council aren't around to protect it anymore, are they?"
Before anyone could reply to that, the lights suddenly went out, plunging them all into darkness.
"Okay, that can't be good," Cordy said, panicked.
"Everyone stay calm. Where's the fuse box?" Wesley asked.
"Around the side of the building...outside," Cordy said
"That's not good!" Fred said worriedly.
"Heads up guys, we got company," Angel said, sensing intruders.
A muffled scream suddenly sounded out, followed by a thump, coming from across the room where Caitlin was. With his heightened vampire senses, Angel was able to see through the darkness. Across the lobby, Caitlin was under attack from large black figures.
"Caitlin!" he cried, leaping into action, but before he could reach her a heavy baseball bat swung out of nowhere and connected with the back of his skull. The impact sent Angel to his knees, dazing him for a moment. Before he could get to his feet again, someone from behind stabbed him through the back with a stake, narrowly missing his heart. He cried out in pain and the attackers took the opportunity to escape, knowing the others posed no threat as they were blind in the dark.
After a few seconds the lights came back on and Wesley appeared through the doors.
"Angel!" Cordy gasped when she saw him. She and Fred rushed over to help him up.
"What the hell was that all about?!" Gunn asked, watching as Angel pulled the stake out, wincing in pain.
"They took Caitlin."
***
