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Kat461- I'm definitely not that cruel, plus it would hurt me too much to write that pairing that I would not be able to go on... trust me it would be disastrous.
Biscuit- You'll find out in this chapter who the guy in the basement is. I appreciate the dance. And don't get me started on the ending of Angel... ::me hyperventilating:: ... see what you did!
Chapter 4
Scene 1 (Past Angel)
"Angel Sweetie, I have been looking all over for you, Buffy's place, the mansion, and the cemetery, but then I realized it was sunlight out and came here."
"Cordealia? What are you doing here?" Angel answered frustrated, 'When this girl get it, I will NEVER love her, let alone like her'. He then looked up and saw people he had never seen before.
"Angel, we have a matter at hand most necessary to handle as soon as possible. There's a prophecy..." the man with the British accent and glasses spoke.
"I really don't like prophecies, the last time there was one of these someone died."
"Angel, I know this may sound sketchy coming from me, but this time, the resource is reliable. The prophecy is not planted."
"I don't know who you are and I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. I was talking about Buffy..."
"Oh, here we go again, all about your precious Buffy," Cordealia moaned plopping herself down on the bed.
"My soul belongs to her, perfect happiness with her is what brought Angelus back, and even just seeing her brings me joy, I must leave this Sunny Hell so that she may go on and live without me" Cordealia imitated in a high pitch voice placing the back of here hand to her forehead the whole time.
"Oh that's mature!" Gunn retorted annoyed that they were on a hell mouth and not killing anything.
"Will you people please..." Wesley tried to calm the group down.
Angel tried to listen in but his hearing was fading out, then he realized that he, himself, had been fading out. He still saw the people who were just in his room and they still saw him but to him they looked transparent.
Amidst all of his confusion he became silent and heard a song...
spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here
'What Is that? Who is singing?' Angel thought to himself.
Scene 2
She had to find him, he wasn't the same take-charge Angel she knows or knew, he was very vulnerable. There was something wrong about him, since the last time she saw him.
The last time she saw him, it was few days after she came back from the dead, that day everything seemed so perfect. When they first saw each other in that little diner on the highway, he expressed vulnerability. The kind of vulnerability that had rock behind it, backing it up because he was aware of who he was, he was aware of the essence of evil he had living inside him.
The Angel that she just saw run out on her kissing Spike had no rock and no idea or conception of whom he could be or whom he was. He was almost like a child. He seemed so innocent.
The only thing to Buffy's theory that didn't seem right was that ever since he had lost his soul and got it back he wasn't innocent anymore, he had experienced so much evil that it had not only corrupted his friends, it corrupted his body and consumed his hope. He never felt like a man again, but as a monster in a cage.
Then, Buffy remembered the last time she had looked with that feeling of innocence about Angel, pre-sleepage. Realization crossed Buffy's face as she became conscious of who that Angel was. There was a possible time- lapse where the past Angel came to her time or maybe some alternate reality where Angel never slept with her and never experienced the release of the demon within.
The only place where Angel could possibly be was his apartment; to the only home he had prior to his evilness.
Scene 3 (Now Angel)
"How... I don't understand," Angel managed to get the words out of his mouth.
"Well, we don't understand much do we?"
"But this is impossible!" Angel pleaded.
"Now, now. How long have you lived in this world? We know what is and what isn't possible... Me, I am possible, but you and Buffy not so much."
"Okay then, I'll play your little game. What do you want and what have you done with Buffy?" Angel tried to order through his confusion and his determination.
"My, boy! What makes you think that I had anything to do with Buffy?"
"Well, for starters you're in her house..."
"I love her house! We've had so many wonderful memories here... but don't let me get all nostalgic on you. Right now I am here for you." He informed trying to sound sincere reaching his hand out to Angel's face.
"Don't do this, just get to the point and tell me your evil plan so I can get on with the part where I kick your ass."
"Confident are we lass?" the raise in his eyebrow told Angel to be prepared.
"I have been waiting for this fight for a long time..." Angel smirked as he lunged towards his worst enemy.
Right then, out of the shadows, appears another enemy of Angel's. He brings a bat to Angel's head, Angel never knew what hit him.
"You're going to have to wait a bit longer, I have something I need to take care of," the adversary retorted to Angel's comment.
The man from the shadows then makes his voice known, "You know, the only reason I doing this is because I hate Peaches a bit more than I hate you. You're not far behind him though, so if you pull one stunt..."
But Spike doesn't get to finish his sentence. The enemy placed his hand around Spike's pale neck and screamed, "You do not call the shots, you never did and you never will. You got that poem boy?"
"Whatever mate, but just remember this, Buffy belongs to me! She never loved Angel or you, SHE LOVES ME!"
"Now that you got that off your chest, you should know, that I own that girl and I own you. So keep your mouth shut or you'll end up in a wheel chair, again."
As the foe walked over the unconscious Angel and strutted away, up the basement chair, the death glare in Spike's eyes were apparent as he stared at the adversary. He was the only thing that Spike and Angel had in common, they both hated him, they both hated Angelus.
Thanks for reading. What did you think?? Review please!
Kat461- I'm definitely not that cruel, plus it would hurt me too much to write that pairing that I would not be able to go on... trust me it would be disastrous.
Biscuit- You'll find out in this chapter who the guy in the basement is. I appreciate the dance. And don't get me started on the ending of Angel... ::me hyperventilating:: ... see what you did!
Chapter 4
Scene 1 (Past Angel)
"Angel Sweetie, I have been looking all over for you, Buffy's place, the mansion, and the cemetery, but then I realized it was sunlight out and came here."
"Cordealia? What are you doing here?" Angel answered frustrated, 'When this girl get it, I will NEVER love her, let alone like her'. He then looked up and saw people he had never seen before.
"Angel, we have a matter at hand most necessary to handle as soon as possible. There's a prophecy..." the man with the British accent and glasses spoke.
"I really don't like prophecies, the last time there was one of these someone died."
"Angel, I know this may sound sketchy coming from me, but this time, the resource is reliable. The prophecy is not planted."
"I don't know who you are and I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. I was talking about Buffy..."
"Oh, here we go again, all about your precious Buffy," Cordealia moaned plopping herself down on the bed.
"My soul belongs to her, perfect happiness with her is what brought Angelus back, and even just seeing her brings me joy, I must leave this Sunny Hell so that she may go on and live without me" Cordealia imitated in a high pitch voice placing the back of here hand to her forehead the whole time.
"Oh that's mature!" Gunn retorted annoyed that they were on a hell mouth and not killing anything.
"Will you people please..." Wesley tried to calm the group down.
Angel tried to listen in but his hearing was fading out, then he realized that he, himself, had been fading out. He still saw the people who were just in his room and they still saw him but to him they looked transparent.
Amidst all of his confusion he became silent and heard a song...
spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here
'What Is that? Who is singing?' Angel thought to himself.
Scene 2
She had to find him, he wasn't the same take-charge Angel she knows or knew, he was very vulnerable. There was something wrong about him, since the last time she saw him.
The last time she saw him, it was few days after she came back from the dead, that day everything seemed so perfect. When they first saw each other in that little diner on the highway, he expressed vulnerability. The kind of vulnerability that had rock behind it, backing it up because he was aware of who he was, he was aware of the essence of evil he had living inside him.
The Angel that she just saw run out on her kissing Spike had no rock and no idea or conception of whom he could be or whom he was. He was almost like a child. He seemed so innocent.
The only thing to Buffy's theory that didn't seem right was that ever since he had lost his soul and got it back he wasn't innocent anymore, he had experienced so much evil that it had not only corrupted his friends, it corrupted his body and consumed his hope. He never felt like a man again, but as a monster in a cage.
Then, Buffy remembered the last time she had looked with that feeling of innocence about Angel, pre-sleepage. Realization crossed Buffy's face as she became conscious of who that Angel was. There was a possible time- lapse where the past Angel came to her time or maybe some alternate reality where Angel never slept with her and never experienced the release of the demon within.
The only place where Angel could possibly be was his apartment; to the only home he had prior to his evilness.
Scene 3 (Now Angel)
"How... I don't understand," Angel managed to get the words out of his mouth.
"Well, we don't understand much do we?"
"But this is impossible!" Angel pleaded.
"Now, now. How long have you lived in this world? We know what is and what isn't possible... Me, I am possible, but you and Buffy not so much."
"Okay then, I'll play your little game. What do you want and what have you done with Buffy?" Angel tried to order through his confusion and his determination.
"My, boy! What makes you think that I had anything to do with Buffy?"
"Well, for starters you're in her house..."
"I love her house! We've had so many wonderful memories here... but don't let me get all nostalgic on you. Right now I am here for you." He informed trying to sound sincere reaching his hand out to Angel's face.
"Don't do this, just get to the point and tell me your evil plan so I can get on with the part where I kick your ass."
"Confident are we lass?" the raise in his eyebrow told Angel to be prepared.
"I have been waiting for this fight for a long time..." Angel smirked as he lunged towards his worst enemy.
Right then, out of the shadows, appears another enemy of Angel's. He brings a bat to Angel's head, Angel never knew what hit him.
"You're going to have to wait a bit longer, I have something I need to take care of," the adversary retorted to Angel's comment.
The man from the shadows then makes his voice known, "You know, the only reason I doing this is because I hate Peaches a bit more than I hate you. You're not far behind him though, so if you pull one stunt..."
But Spike doesn't get to finish his sentence. The enemy placed his hand around Spike's pale neck and screamed, "You do not call the shots, you never did and you never will. You got that poem boy?"
"Whatever mate, but just remember this, Buffy belongs to me! She never loved Angel or you, SHE LOVES ME!"
"Now that you got that off your chest, you should know, that I own that girl and I own you. So keep your mouth shut or you'll end up in a wheel chair, again."
As the foe walked over the unconscious Angel and strutted away, up the basement chair, the death glare in Spike's eyes were apparent as he stared at the adversary. He was the only thing that Spike and Angel had in common, they both hated him, they both hated Angelus.
Thanks for reading. What did you think?? Review please!