A/N: Sorry readers, had to go on a trip. Here's chapter three!
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A bit before dawn, Merlot arrived at her current place to 'crash', as said
nowadays, an apartment building which had been abandoned; and it was
conveniently close to good ol' Angel Investigations. Shaking her head, she
murmured:
"Angelus or not, the attitude remains."
An amused laugh followed the comment, and she changed from her dark clothing into a comfortable silk nightgown; and then climbed into bed. ------ Back at Angel Investigations, Cordelia and Wesley researched all they could on this 'Merlot'. Wesley was skimming through one of a pile of books from their library, and Cordy was searching on the internet.
Cordy groaned, aggravated. "Grr... I can't find anything!"
Wesley looked up from his book. "Hmm? Oh, I'm not having any luck either." He commented, trying to sympathize.
"Well, this girl must've done –something- eventful! I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but she did call angel Angelus, and we both know that no possible good comes after -that-." Cordy pointed out.
"Yes, true. But we –really- shouldn't be doing this. If Angel wanted us to know about this woman, wouldn't he have told us?" He argued.
Cordy grimaced. "Well, maybe. You know him, he's not too fond of talking about his past."
The two both nodded in agreement at that comment, and then went back to their research. ----- It didn't take long for one of them; either Cordy or Wesley; to find something on her after that.
"Eureka!" Wesley exclaimed, his facial expression brightening with triumph.
Cordy scrambled over, ignoring the whole 'eureka' bit. "What? What did you find?" she asked eagerly.
"I believe that this passage says something about her." He replied, one finger gesturing toward a few paragraphs. "It talks of a supposed second vampire childe of Angelus, coincidentally having the same name as our woman. Here, read." Wesley said, shoving the book into her arms.
Cordy found the passage he had pointed out and began to read:
It is rumored that Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, spawned a second vampire, the famed Merlot. During the late 1800s- early 1900s, the two; along with the vampires Darla, Spike, and Drusilla; were seen together on several occasions, terrorizing villages, cities, and towns.
No one is sure of the present whereabouts of Merlot, but some imply that she may have followed Angelus; now called Angel after a gypsy curse restored his soul; to Los Angeles, California, where he resides to this day. Others say she returned to Europe or Asia.
Cordy finished the passages, and the two looked at each other.
"Boy, that information is comforting..." She said with a sigh, closing her internet search window.
Wesley nodded. "But the plus side is, we know her history and an idea of why she's here." He commented, trying to lighten the mood.
Cordy nodded back in agreement, looking over at the clock. "Wow, nearly 7 am. We've been researching for a while..." she said, yawning. "... No time to sleep either..." ------ Angel lay in his bed, fast asleep. Meanwhile, a red sports car drove up and parked in front of Angel Investigations, the windows blacked out to not let sunlight in. The car stopped, the door opened, and a figure stepped out, completely clothed in fabric from head to toe. The figure, some curves suggesting it to be female, slipped through the door discreetly.
When the woman reached shadows, she stripped off her outer clothing, leaving on a top, a pair of pants, and her shoes. Merlot sneaked up to angel's room unnoticed, smiling. One long-nailed hand began to trace lightly the facial featured she had grown to memorize, features that she could picture clearly in her head, even now. "I've missed you terribly, Angelus." She purred in a light, gentle voice, trying not to wake him. Next: Why is Merlot there? How will the rest of the crew stop her? Find out in Chapter Four!
"Angelus or not, the attitude remains."
An amused laugh followed the comment, and she changed from her dark clothing into a comfortable silk nightgown; and then climbed into bed. ------ Back at Angel Investigations, Cordelia and Wesley researched all they could on this 'Merlot'. Wesley was skimming through one of a pile of books from their library, and Cordy was searching on the internet.
Cordy groaned, aggravated. "Grr... I can't find anything!"
Wesley looked up from his book. "Hmm? Oh, I'm not having any luck either." He commented, trying to sympathize.
"Well, this girl must've done –something- eventful! I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but she did call angel Angelus, and we both know that no possible good comes after -that-." Cordy pointed out.
"Yes, true. But we –really- shouldn't be doing this. If Angel wanted us to know about this woman, wouldn't he have told us?" He argued.
Cordy grimaced. "Well, maybe. You know him, he's not too fond of talking about his past."
The two both nodded in agreement at that comment, and then went back to their research. ----- It didn't take long for one of them; either Cordy or Wesley; to find something on her after that.
"Eureka!" Wesley exclaimed, his facial expression brightening with triumph.
Cordy scrambled over, ignoring the whole 'eureka' bit. "What? What did you find?" she asked eagerly.
"I believe that this passage says something about her." He replied, one finger gesturing toward a few paragraphs. "It talks of a supposed second vampire childe of Angelus, coincidentally having the same name as our woman. Here, read." Wesley said, shoving the book into her arms.
Cordy found the passage he had pointed out and began to read:
It is rumored that Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, spawned a second vampire, the famed Merlot. During the late 1800s- early 1900s, the two; along with the vampires Darla, Spike, and Drusilla; were seen together on several occasions, terrorizing villages, cities, and towns.
No one is sure of the present whereabouts of Merlot, but some imply that she may have followed Angelus; now called Angel after a gypsy curse restored his soul; to Los Angeles, California, where he resides to this day. Others say she returned to Europe or Asia.
Cordy finished the passages, and the two looked at each other.
"Boy, that information is comforting..." She said with a sigh, closing her internet search window.
Wesley nodded. "But the plus side is, we know her history and an idea of why she's here." He commented, trying to lighten the mood.
Cordy nodded back in agreement, looking over at the clock. "Wow, nearly 7 am. We've been researching for a while..." she said, yawning. "... No time to sleep either..." ------ Angel lay in his bed, fast asleep. Meanwhile, a red sports car drove up and parked in front of Angel Investigations, the windows blacked out to not let sunlight in. The car stopped, the door opened, and a figure stepped out, completely clothed in fabric from head to toe. The figure, some curves suggesting it to be female, slipped through the door discreetly.
When the woman reached shadows, she stripped off her outer clothing, leaving on a top, a pair of pants, and her shoes. Merlot sneaked up to angel's room unnoticed, smiling. One long-nailed hand began to trace lightly the facial featured she had grown to memorize, features that she could picture clearly in her head, even now. "I've missed you terribly, Angelus." She purred in a light, gentle voice, trying not to wake him. Next: Why is Merlot there? How will the rest of the crew stop her? Find out in Chapter Four!