Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..?

Author: mkcrl120

Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned in this story belong to Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy or some other people. I own nothing and wrote this just to get it out of my system.

Summary: This is something that came to me... one of several ideas that thinking about a certain species of Demon has given me. Might be continued, might not... will see how I feel.

Rating: 15 probably… mainly for language.

Setting: Season 1 of Angel - hopefully you'll recognise some of the episodes.

A/N: Again sorry for the crappy title.... not put that much thought into this. Sorry... just something my mind grabbed hold of and wouldn't let go.


Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..? - Chapter 5

Guns And Cigars Private Club.
Shooting Range.


Angel strolled down the range analysing the people in front of him. Waiting til he passed a certain figure. One that smelled of Cordelia's visitor.

Angel waited patiently til the person it front had emptied the clip. As Wilson took his ear protection off, Angel stepped forward, and let Wilson turn around to find their faces inches apart.

"Gah..." Came his automatic response. Angel simply smiled as he watched the guy in front try to compose himself.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that... could get accidently shot." He says as he places replaces a new magazine for the spent one. Angel noted how his confidence grew with that simple action.

'Okay, he was scared. Now he's feeling cocky. Time to bring him down a few pegs.' Angel paused, deciding that he'd done the silent thing for long enough now. "Cordelia Chase... friend of mine. Was it an accident that happened to her too..? Thought you were firing blanks but turned out not so much."

"This is a private club. Somehow I don't think you're a member."

"Somehow I don't think it's likely that I'd get kicked off the premises."

Angel watched as the gun was raised level with his face. "You're Angel right?" Wilson taunted him, "The boss... Cordelia told me all about you." He waved the gun indicating Angel should start moving towards the exit. "Now we were discussing about your likelihood of getting thrown off the premises."

Angel moved faster than Wilson could react. Snatching the gun out of his hand, he turned Wilson around and grabbed him by the throat. "And I said it wasn't much... now my chosen topic of discussion is my friend being heavily pregnant. How about we talk about that for a while..?"

Tossing the gun to one side, Angel throws him against a pillar, holding him the with one hand. "Now... you see you are human... which means you aren't the daddy. So I'm wondering, who is."

"I'm not telling you anything..." Wilson tried defiantly to hit him. Angel causally shoved him back into the pillar, this time knocking the wind out of him. Angel caught him by one hand, refusing to let him slide all the way to the floor.

"Yes you are."

"Hey..." Angel turned to see the other members of the club walking towards him. There were four in total, all athletic looking and all in their late twenties. Angel smiled as he realised they were probably all in on the game.

"Hey. I really want to talk to all of you too... so if you'd care to wait your turn."

The largest one swung first, knocking Angel away from Wilson, who continued his descent.

"Or it could be more of a group discussion thing." Angel responded, knocking the largest man out with a quickly thrown left. Moving onto the second, he slammed him into a wall. Just as a pair of fists landed on his shoulder. Turning he elbowed the guy behind him in the face, just as the second guy pushed him away.

Angel stood in the middle of the group. Looking better off than the others. "So... who wants to go next? I can keep this up all day."

"I doubt that." Angel turned into the direction of Wilson's voice, just to hear and feel two gunshots hitting his torso.


Angel's Apartment.

Wesley was sitting there comparing the ultra-sound to a variety of demons he'd labelled as potentially responsible for this event. He heard a slight noise and turned to see Cordelia standing next to him. "Don't do that." He complained as he held his hand to his chest.

"That's him, isn't it?" She said, pointing at the engraving in front. "So..." She said, lifting up the ultra-sound. "They take after their father." She added sarcastically.

"I ask you to stay calm... Now that we've identified the species we should be able to stop it coming to full term."

"Can you kill them without killing me?" She asked holding her stomach again.

"I hope so." Wes looked at her concerned. "If they get out... if they survive to become fully grown, they're virtually indestructible. No blade will puncture their skin, fire won't harm them, their bones cannot be broken."

"If you can't save me, can you still stop them?" She asked.

"Possibly when they're newborns... thirty fully grown adults... we'd be slaughtered."

Cordelia sighed, "So selflessly offering to scrifice myself now to be sure there's seven less of them wouldn't be much help."

"Not really no... not with the numbers that remain." Wesley told her.

"Good, cos I really didn't want to go through with it." Cordelia finished, wincing and wrapping her arms around her stomach.

"What is it? Please tell me that it's not coming now."

"The noises are getting louder. And I'm feeling the need to move."

"Move..? As in walk around, exercise..?"

"Move as in I'm in the wrong place."

Wesley continued reading quickly. "It may be that you need to go to a specific birthing place."

"How would I find that..?" Cordelia asked.

"According to this, you should feel the unresistable urge to travel to an unknown location... the women who went never reappeared."

Cordelia sat down, "Not getting any urges here, Wes."

"So we don't know where the demon is taking the other women."

"We also don't know if me going to ths location is a good or bad thing."

"Sarina will be heading there... quick call her, we can make arrangements to meet Angel on the way."

Cordelia went in the other room and grabbed the phone.


Guns And Cigars Private Club.
Shooting Range.


"You mentioned accidents earlier." Angel stated as he got to his feet, ignoring the shocked looks on their faces. "Guns can cause accidents... pissing me off can cause even bigger ones."

Grabbing the gun he proceeded to throw Wilson head first into the pillar. Hitting two others, this time not pulling his punch he knew they wouldn't be getting up. Turning he kick the one reaching for his own gun in the face. Only two remained conscious. Wilson who was still lying on the ground whimpering to himself. And another, whose scent he recognised from Sarina's apartment. This one was leaning against a wall scared. 'Fear I can use that.'

"So let me guess. You're Jason, right?"

The man in front simply nodded, making no attempts to move.

"So... this demon that you procreate for... what is it?"

"Dunno." Came a very frightened reply. "It may have something to do with some park thing... had us construct a shrine for it."

"You don't know where it is and you helped build it..?" Angel walked over looking menacing. Raising his hands as if to strike Jason like he had the others.

"It was Wilson's idea... this was before he ever mentioned this demon thing. Said he was preparing for something... at the time I didn't pay much attention. Then a month or so later he said he knew this thing... could get us stuff if we helped it. You know... fame, wealth, respect, girls... all we had to do was sleep with a few women sometimes... for it, you know."

"I get it. He called this demon."

"Didn't seem a bad life. You know... money, attractive women... the only statement was that we never see the women again... the ones we... do for it."

"Are you trying to seriously make me believe that you never suspected."

"Not at first... but I heard things, man. The girls turning up with the insides ripped out... kinda Alien like you know. The thing wasn't human man... you can't stand up to it."

"Neither am I." Angel informed him, vamping out just before he smacked his head into the wall knocking him instaneously unconscious.

"Wilson..." He said, walking to the man trying to crawl away. Lifting him up into the air by his waist, he slammed Wilson into the wall at head height. Facing him in full vampiric visage, "Tell me about the demon."


Angel's Apartment.

Cordelia leapt towards the phone the second it started ringing. "Sarina..?"

"No, it's me."

"Angel."

"What's wrong with Sarina?"

"You mean other than the seven freaks growing in her womb?" Cordelia responded. "We can't contact her... Wesley thinks I'm supposed to be drawn towards some sort of birthing place, but I'm not... I'm still here and I'm getting more pissed off."

"I found Wilson... the demon's at Miliken Industrial Park in Reseda. It's a Hacksaw. I'm betting Sarina and the others are headed there."

Wesley moved in closer to listen as well. Cordelia answered. "How would the others know that..? I don't."

"According to Wilson they're linked to their offspring telepathically via the umbilical cord."

Wesley remembered reading something along similar lines. "And Cordelia..?"

"Don't know."

"So how do we stop it..?" Wesley asked, seeing the look on Cordelia's face.

"The offspring are linked to the Hacksaw, but aren't telepathically strong enough to force the women to do what they want. So the Hacksaw is controlling all of them."

"Of course... so we kill the Hacksaw and..."

"All the baby demons dies as their mothers defences finish them off." Wesley finished for him.

"Sounds good... let's go do that." Cordelia added.

"It's difficult to kill, fire won't do it, neither will any swords we've got available to us... that's why I was hoping we'd have chance before they get fully grown."

"But there's only one of them this time... we can stop one right guys?" Cordelia asked hopefully. "When you... er... Angelus helped build the Judge, Xander came up with this idea involving a rocket launcher. Would one of the work?"

"A rocket launcher?" Wesley asked in shock. Mentally going over the prospect, "Even if would work, where could we get a rocket launcher from?"

There was a pause on the other end. "I've got some ideas." Angel eventualy told them. "I'll meet you at the park."


Miliken Industrial Park.

Angel, Cordelia and Wesley stood watching the girls in white robes all entering a vat of yellow-y brown liquid.

"So... what's the plan?" Cordelia asked. Taking in the sheer size of the demon in front of them. "Cos I'd like to teach him a lesson about making inapproriate moves on people."

Angel handed Wesley Wilson's gun. "I take it you're a good shot."

"I'm fair." Wesley answered, staring at the creature in front of them. "The eyes I take it..? Not sure how much damage it could do but..."

"No." Angel smiled, patting the large gas tank he'd brought with him. "I've got a different target for you. Just give me time to get close enough to throw it." He said, dragging it towards the demon.

"Distraction... gotcha." Cordelia answered walking towards the vat the girls were sitting in.

Wesley looked concerned. 'Fire won't kill it... mind you, that was written in the sixteenth century... maybe some modern day explosives might succeed.' Deciding they had nothing to lose at this point, Wesley nodded his agreement.

"You will wear the ceremonial robe." The demon bellowed from it's place.

"No I won't... in fact, you're going to let these women go or I stab your little babies." Cordelia stated pulling out a knife from her jacket pocket.

"You cannot resist!" the demon shouted.

Cordelia heard the noise from the babies start getting louder. "Well I am... I'm not some sheep. I'm Cordelia Chase and you really don't know who you're messing with."

Sarina turned from her place in the pool. "We are to be sacrificed so that our superiors may live. It is a great honour."

"Not to me..." Cordelia responded. Hand poised over her own stomach, weapon ready. Spotting Angel beginning to take aim, she shouted. "It's getting louder... you guys ready yet?"

"Now!" Angel instructed, throwing the gas tank with all his strength.

Wesley popped out from his position, noting Angel running to shelter and waiting til the tank reached it's total height. Just under shoulderheight on the demon. The second it reached it's apex he started firing. The first shot missed, but the second caused it to explode in the demon's face.

Covering it in liquid nitrogen.

The gang watched as the creature tried to fight against the rapidly freezing element. Only succeeding in turning the upper half of it's body into a ice scuplture of itself. They suddenly became aware of all the women in the vat screaming. Cordelia herself wincing as the creatures inside her became to die.

Wesley quickly moved over to the women, helping each one out of the vat. Noticing as their stomachs shrank to their more usual sizes as they did so.

Angel was holding Cordelia as she began to stand straighter, her own stomach also in it's previous form. "That was something I never want to go through again." She told him as she became steadier on her feet.

"Just the big guy left now..." He said, indicating the half frozen demon towering above them all.

"We could leave it... warning for all those who come to L.A."

"Knowing our luck, it'd thaw out." Angel told her, dragging a pulley over to her. "You were it's target... only right you get to finish it off." He said, as he watched Wesley lead the other women out of the factory.

Cordelia smiled gratefully at him, then swung the pulley towards the Hacksaw demon with all her might. Both watching as the upper half shattered into thousands of pieces. "Next time I'll think I'll listen to Dennis."

Angel feigned being hurt. "I could have told you, you know."

"You said they smelled human." Cordelia corrected him.

"Ahhh... but." He tried.

"But nothing... face it. Dennis may have had the info."

"Or he could have just been jealous." Angel countered.

Cordelia smiled. "I'll ask him when I get back."

Their banter continued as they went outside to join the others.


The Next Day.
Angel Investigations.

Cordelia, Wesley and Angel are sitting around the office.

"What I don't understand is why the others were under the demon's control and I wasn't." Cordelia asked.

"It's a telepathic link." Angel informed them. "You already sort of have one."

"With the Powers That Be." Wesley expanded.

"So, you're saying that I couldn't be controlled due to being Vision Girl."

"Definitely looks that way... the demon was able to control women, through an umbilical cord, through it's connection with it's offspring. It also used that connection to manipulate your bodies to provide a suitable enviroment for it's children." Wesley suggested.

"So we're thinking that it's telepathic powers were quite impressive... whereas yours, being a normal human, aren't." Angel stated, feeling rather uncomfortable under Cordelia's glare.

Wesley continued, having not noticed the look. "So where the PTB have complete control over what they send you..."

"The demon may have found a way to follow the link back... and they couldn't risk it." Cordelia thought, working out the rest for themselves.

Angel thought about it. "The fact that you didn't have a vision during the whole time you were pregnant."

"Means they weren't going to risk it." Cordelia finished for him.

"But in their favour... either being turned into Vision Girl stopped others from telepathically manipulating you. Or the PTB are willing to put a block so that only they have access." Wesley answered.

"That noise I heard."

"Probably was the demon attempting to beat your defences... but with the PTB block..." Wesley theorised.

"All I got was static." She smiled.

"Annoying but better than being a puppet." Angel stated.

"Yeah."


End chapter five