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Part 3,
Illyria had been seen going down the various hall ways of Wolfram and Hart for the past few weeks, but how she was walking caused quite a stir, she as hunting someone and they did not want to be her prey due to her having one of her twin blades out. Unfortunately, for Eve she wound up being in the wrong place at the wrong time as Illyria tapped her on the shoulder and spoke in the language of the Old Ones.
"Where is the white haired half-breed called Spike created spawn of the Wolf Ram and Hart? " Illyria said as Eve turned white as a sheet as a small trail urine started to go down her leg followed a something in the brown chunky variety. To everyone else nearby they were ducking for cover fearing that there was going to be a blood bath starting with the former Liaison of the Senior Partners.
"I said where is the White haired one called Spike? If you don't tell me now, I will make and example of you here before the others so that the Half-breed called Angel will know that I mean business. I have eaten the former constructs of the Wolf, Ram and Hart when they have gotten in my way for crossing my path. " Illyria said as she was getting into Eve's terrified face, then she smelled the most audacious order she could smell. Some poorly humans had urinated and defecated on themselves in fear. It took a moment for her to realize that she and Eve were the only ones in the arboretum then Illyria looked down to see the puddle at Eve's feet. The gulp she heard coming from Eve was so loud that you could have heard it from one end of the Hole in the Earth to the other then the look of disgust formed on her face and she decided to take a different course of action.
"You can't understand me... can you? " Illyria said as she studied the features on Eve's terrified face.
"Have you seen the one named Spike and where is he?" Illyria said in a polite tone as Eve had her entire life as an Immortal and as a human flash between her eyes.
"If you are going to kill me you better do it, I have disobeyed the Senior partners and I have been made into a small human all because I fell in love. So I am scared of dying. So by the Gods I beg you don't kill me." Eve begged before the former Demon-Goddess.
"I will not kill you child of the Wolf, Ram and Hart. They have done worse to you than I ever could with a stroke of my sword." Illyria said as she returned to original line of questioning. "Where is the one called Spike?" She said in full modern English. "Tell me now or I will gut you where you stand!"
"He's in Angel's OFFICE..." Eve said in fear.
"Good I will go there now." Illyria calmly said as she turn and left leaving the former Immortal standing in a pool of her own waste.
"I see that old Lerry has left another victim on her path." Lorne said as he came up beside Eve who turned towards the Pylean Demon and noticed the huge knot forming on his head by one of his horns.
"Yeah... What did you do to piss off miss Apocalypse in a petite size three?" Eve said looking at her and Lorne's current appearance.
"I was trailing her, but she caught on and I dove into the women's bathroom to take cover. That was when I ran into a certain blond Vampire Secretary with a mean right hook." Lorne said looking at the puddle Eve was standing in.
"What did you do to get the Smurf of Quartoth so angry at you?"
"I don't know what those two first things she said were, but I think she wanted to know where Spike was at." Eve said as she distastefully moved out of the puddle she had made.
"What did she say to you before she noticed you had left that puddle?" Lorne said worried that whatever Illyria had said in her native tongue would be the key of why she wanted Spike.
"I don't know. If I was still in the good graces of the Senior partners I would have understood her. But what ever she wants with Spike she has proven that she is still pissed at Wolfram and Hart for whatever they did to her." Eve said as she turned to see the Demon-Goddess disappear. Meanwhile Spike was heading out of Angel's office to take a seat in Wolfram and Hart boardroom to read his most recent copy of Soap Opera Weekly.
Illyria stood at the doorway just studying Spike. There was a feeling that he was a Warrior. Though she could fight circles around him there was a feeling that he was just as ruthless as she was. But in a memory that Fred had of him that he seemed to be of the caring type that you would have to warm up to tell your story and he would tell his.
"Spike..." the Demon-goddess said as she entered the room cautiously wondering what to do with her next words. "Mind that I sit and listen to you tell of your origins?" Spike who was reading his magazine didn't even notice her. That was when Illyria slid one of her blades across the table towards him. At that time Spike looked up to see Illyria standing there.
"Well isn't it the filthy harlot." Spike said with distaste. "Well I see that you are up and around. I see that your brooding is over blue girl. So are you ready for another bout with me or are you wanting to kill me." Spike said as he looked at the blade that Illyria had slid across the desk and picked it up. "Or do you want me to kill you with your own blade, all you have to do is say yes." Spike said as he checked the weight of Illyria's weapon. "This has a nice feel and balance to it." Spike said as he felt how the blade flowed in his hand.
"Spike..." Illyria said as she moved over the chair the Billy Idol Vampire was sitting in towering over him in a loose attempt to give the feeling of dominance. "... I must go on a journey to discover who I am." Illyria said as Spike looked at her form and took notice of how tight her Magical Crimson red bodysuit highlighted her figure, especially showing off her hips and the small amount of cleavage Fred had on her body.
"Well go then, you Harlot. Get out of everyone's life. It would be better for everyone else." Spike said shooing her away with one of his black nail painted hands.
"Spike... You may be a half-breed but the one called Fred considered you a friend." Illyria said as the tone of her voice changed from cold calculation to need and fear. "I must understand her, she said..." with the raising of her hand Illyria let the blue spark she used to call up Fred vocal memories and said "You Owe Me Spike." Spike took a cold hard look at Illyria held the blade he had of her's in his hand and placed it by her throat.
"You may have killed Fred but you cannot call in any of her favors that I owe her." Spike said in disgust.
"Even if it brings a part of her back?" Illyria said placing her offer on the table.
"You said yourself, she is gone. You ate everything inside of her, heart, lungs, blood, and her brain. Hell even her Freaken' soul." Spike said getting out of his chair and moved to tower over her. "What else of her didn't you eat from the inside out?" Illyria summoned another blade and brought it forth and rested it against the one Spike had and pushed it away.
"I didn't eat her memories, who she was. In you I sense are from a kind with out a soul, but you do possess one like the Half-Breed called Angel." Illyria said as she walked over to the Necro-tempered glass window and petted one of the plants with her hand waiting for it to thank her for cleaning the dust off of it. But no response came.
"Those memories haunt me, they come at me when I am alone." Illyria said, "They are like a curse on me, they intrude me thoughts, they make me think things that are not myself." Illyria was close to what Spike thought was a full blown panic attack. With that Illyria fell down on the ground in front of Spike, and she was hyperventilating like mad. Her arms were wrapped around her body as if she was trying to keep herself from being torn apart from the inside.
"Whoa there," Spike said as he knelt down by Illyria. "What's happening to you?" Spike said not knowing if Illyria was going to go Chernobyl or have a full China syndrome occur. He didn't know which was worse, the big boom or hotter than hellfire slim eating itself to the core of the earth.
"Memories, they are flying at me faster now. A party with a cake with her name on it and the number five, a sheet of paper in a blue book with her sorcery being written on it. Tacos with the sauce that give off the heated fire in human excrement. Her in a cave writing on a wall. Her being put on a chopping block to be eaten for an evening meal. Her eating Food out of a white box with the green one with sticks." Then Illyria howled out in pain as some memory struck at her hard as if she was reliving all of Fred's memories all at once.
"The Shell is taking me over..." Illyria said as she grabbed hold of Spikes leather Jacket. "Must get to the Hyperion... The Shell is demanding me to go to the Hyperion." Spike realized that he was out of his element here. If Fred was here then he might have been able to go to her for help but this thing had killed Fred and whatever she was Experiencing was Fred With a Vengeance and uncut as she continued to rant the various memories and experiences Fred had gone through in her life.
"Hyperion..." Illyria cried out as her eyes showed the fear that only Spike had seen in the eyes of his victims as he feasted upon them in days gone by. "Spike...." the voice said but Spike didn't know if it was Illyria or some part of Fred that decided to tear its way to the surface. Around that time the full Wolfram and Hart's Tactical Black team showed up with weapons raised and cocked back to the ready. That was when some part of Illyria started to sing something,
"Silent Night. Holy Night. All is well...." Lorne who had entered the room along with Angel heard the words and was blown backwards through the boardroom doors. Angel rushed over to the Pylean Demon and picked him off of the floor.
"What was that?" Angel demanded. Lorne turned to look over at the curled up Demon-Goddess on the floor with Spike before he turned to Angel.
"I think that was Fred. Or at least what is left of her, fighting to get out and change Illyria." Lorne said as the Demon-Goddess passed out holding on to Spike's jacket.
"What do you mean what is left of her? What is happening to Illyria?" Angel said as Illyria started to shake violently then she stopped and her eyes opened.
"The Spirit of the Shell is merging with me..." Illyria said in her native language as Angel moved over to the Demon-goddess as saw real fear in her eyes that was when Wesley came into the room with Harriet and Little Illyria.
"What happened in here?" Wesley said seeing Illyria in Spike's arms.
"I don't know one moment, Illyria comes in here and asks me to tell of my origins, the little skank. Then she argues with me about how much of Fred is left in her. After that she has the mother of all possessions slash visions dumps. And I have seen old Dru have a vision or two but this one was a dozy." Spike said as the girl that had come in with them moved over to Illyria and touched the Demon-Goddess's hand and spoke something in a Demon dialect he had never heard of.
"Illyria, you are going to be alright. This is something that has to happen for you to learn. " The child said as Illyria turned to the child and spoke in her own tongue.
"What was that?" Illyria said concerned that what she had experienced was the product of this child's power.
"Something the beings in my dream call the Smoothie effect. " The girl said in the language of the Old Ones. Spike and Angel were watching this scene with curiosity and worry.
"How do you know her language?" Angel said moving over to the young child.
"Um, its a gift I have. I don't know how it is I just know languages and words just jump into my head. I mean I can order Chinese in Chinese and hear and understand the folks on channel forty-two." With that she moved over the large sixteen by nine flat screen TV and turned it on and put it on channel 42. Which to everyone's surprised turned out to be the local Telemundo station and started to translate in real time what was being said on the screen.
"Bloody hell. The little bobbit has Translator Microbes in her head." Spike said remembering his experience with Andrew during the entire Sorority Slayer fest that Buffy had in her house.
"What?" Angel said as everyone in the room looked at him.
"Translator Microbes. A little plot device that Andrew Introduced me to during the times that the guys were able to get some TV time in when the girls went to bed. Me and Xander and him would watch the late night FarScape Episodes on Sci-Fi just so we could do some guy stuff. " Spike said as everyone in the room wanted to get back on the subject. "What, can a man of action spend some time with some of the geek squad and not look like an idiot."
"And I thought I knew everything about him." Angel said as he looked at the curled up Illyria in his arms. "Spike take Illyria to the medical ward and have her checked out." Angel said switching to full professional battle mode. "Wes, I want you to dig up everything you can about human demon mergings like this." Then Angel turned to see Harriett standing by him.
"Angel." Harriet said as she looked at her late ex-husband friend in the face.
"Harry. Long time, so what have you been up to?" The dark haired ensouled vampire said.
"Well been living life, taking care of my daughter and doing research on demon culture." Harriet said as she watched Spike carry Illyria in his arms out of the office. "So what have you been up to since Doyle's funeral?" Harriet said as Angel shifted around some unsure how to proceed.
"Its a long story. Got a few hours." Angel said as he moved Harriet over to the conference table and started to fill her in on his life and that of his friends and co-workers. Five years of catching up definitely took time. Elsewhere The Powers that be were setting their agenda into motion.
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Sorry about taking so long to update… I'm kinda of working on three stories back to back during my free time. Oh, and Illyria isn't my only Smurf of doom I'm working on. Try dealing with teenaged girl with a hive mind going through puberty going after boys. (ahhh….) Don't ask what images that just came up about the guy she is after.
TBC