Still don't own Angel or any of the characters. If I did, the show would
never end. We'd just keep seeing the hotties come in and go out.
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Clara walked into the room where Illyria was kept. She and the man called Wesley were talking. She sat down and began to idly drum her fingers on the mats she was sitting on. Wesley looked interested as Illyria told him all about how she hated this new thing, how she no longer had any of her old abilities and she wanted them back. She seemed to be pretty mad about not being able to go through some time rift she kept referring to, though to hear Wesley talk, it was almost what destroyed her. Clara was bored with this conversation.
Wham. Illyria slid to the floor, completely knocked out. For the time being. With the force Clara had used for that throw, they had about fifteen minutes, give or take.
"What did you do that for?" Wesley asked, looking over and expecting to see Spike or something, instead of some strange girl who looked like she shopped from the same store as Spike. "And who are you?"
"Is that really any of your business? Angel wants to talk to you. And don't you be mad at me mister, I'm not the one who's gallavanting with demons as Angel seems to think it."
"Angel thinks I'm galavanting with demons, eh? Well, I guess he doesn't need to talk to me so badly."
"You don't go down, there, I don't got a job."
"Is that such a horrible thing?"
The door flew open. Wesley then promptly sailed through it.
"That was good mortal child," said the thing called Illyria. She must have been a lot stronger than what Clara had been able to see in her mind. Then again, her mind was so muddled and unlike any she had ever seen before, she wasn't so sure that was extraordinarily strange she hadn't seen this coming.
"Whatever," Clara said, and stood. The blue thing came at her, but Clara could already sense the attack coming. She mentally picked up one of the big sharp things on the wall and had it take a hack at her head. It nicked Illyria's neck, then Clara decided to let her conscience win, and the big shiny thing fell to the floor with a deafening clatter.
"How did you do that mortal child? And why did you not kill me?"
"I have my reasons. Get out of my face."
"I am not in your face. I'm right here."
Clara was starting to get annoyed. She walked out the door and made sure Wesley went directly to Angel's office. She was the new gofer in the company, who cared. All she wanted to make sure of, was that she didn't have to do any janitor duty or make sure that somebody's burger was extra crispy. She fairly shoved Wesley inside.
"You wanted to see me?" Wesley asked, when they were both in there.
"Yes. Clara -"
"Please, I answer to Tox a little better, all right?"
"Tox, will you please leave us?"
"Sure." She left and went to the worker's lounge. In there, was Spike and Lorne, busy discussing something or other that she didn't really care about. She made a cup of coffee and began to drink it. It was gone in one gulp. She took three cups, then sat down at a table far away from the vampire and demon's.
"Hello love," said Lorne. "I don't think I've ever met someone who can drink coffee as quickly as you can."
"I don't think you ever will," Clara said bitingly. Spike turned around with interest. He didn't like someone mouthing off to Lorne - he seemed like a fairly decent fellow - but he also liked someone who could talk with that kind of attitude. As soon as he turned around though, he saw the girl grimace in pain.
"What's wrong?" Lorne said, concerned. He wasn't so sure he liked her, but he could still be nice.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong," she said hurriedly, and stood up quickly. Too quickly. She fell over and her leg twitched, the sign that she had died.
Okay, this one's REALLY short I know, best I could do under the circumstances. Thank you so much for reviewing!
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Clara walked into the room where Illyria was kept. She and the man called Wesley were talking. She sat down and began to idly drum her fingers on the mats she was sitting on. Wesley looked interested as Illyria told him all about how she hated this new thing, how she no longer had any of her old abilities and she wanted them back. She seemed to be pretty mad about not being able to go through some time rift she kept referring to, though to hear Wesley talk, it was almost what destroyed her. Clara was bored with this conversation.
Wham. Illyria slid to the floor, completely knocked out. For the time being. With the force Clara had used for that throw, they had about fifteen minutes, give or take.
"What did you do that for?" Wesley asked, looking over and expecting to see Spike or something, instead of some strange girl who looked like she shopped from the same store as Spike. "And who are you?"
"Is that really any of your business? Angel wants to talk to you. And don't you be mad at me mister, I'm not the one who's gallavanting with demons as Angel seems to think it."
"Angel thinks I'm galavanting with demons, eh? Well, I guess he doesn't need to talk to me so badly."
"You don't go down, there, I don't got a job."
"Is that such a horrible thing?"
The door flew open. Wesley then promptly sailed through it.
"That was good mortal child," said the thing called Illyria. She must have been a lot stronger than what Clara had been able to see in her mind. Then again, her mind was so muddled and unlike any she had ever seen before, she wasn't so sure that was extraordinarily strange she hadn't seen this coming.
"Whatever," Clara said, and stood. The blue thing came at her, but Clara could already sense the attack coming. She mentally picked up one of the big sharp things on the wall and had it take a hack at her head. It nicked Illyria's neck, then Clara decided to let her conscience win, and the big shiny thing fell to the floor with a deafening clatter.
"How did you do that mortal child? And why did you not kill me?"
"I have my reasons. Get out of my face."
"I am not in your face. I'm right here."
Clara was starting to get annoyed. She walked out the door and made sure Wesley went directly to Angel's office. She was the new gofer in the company, who cared. All she wanted to make sure of, was that she didn't have to do any janitor duty or make sure that somebody's burger was extra crispy. She fairly shoved Wesley inside.
"You wanted to see me?" Wesley asked, when they were both in there.
"Yes. Clara -"
"Please, I answer to Tox a little better, all right?"
"Tox, will you please leave us?"
"Sure." She left and went to the worker's lounge. In there, was Spike and Lorne, busy discussing something or other that she didn't really care about. She made a cup of coffee and began to drink it. It was gone in one gulp. She took three cups, then sat down at a table far away from the vampire and demon's.
"Hello love," said Lorne. "I don't think I've ever met someone who can drink coffee as quickly as you can."
"I don't think you ever will," Clara said bitingly. Spike turned around with interest. He didn't like someone mouthing off to Lorne - he seemed like a fairly decent fellow - but he also liked someone who could talk with that kind of attitude. As soon as he turned around though, he saw the girl grimace in pain.
"What's wrong?" Lorne said, concerned. He wasn't so sure he liked her, but he could still be nice.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong," she said hurriedly, and stood up quickly. Too quickly. She fell over and her leg twitched, the sign that she had died.
Okay, this one's REALLY short I know, best I could do under the circumstances. Thank you so much for reviewing!