Thankyou for your review jace777. Now here is my next installment of Angel Reborn.A few more twists and turns for the gang.

LA, California – Hyperion Hotel – 2007

Everyone stayed silent for a while. This was all very confusing to them and it had caused them all much stress to look back on the past. Cordy looked at the clock, it was a few minutes past 1 AM. The whole room was in silence except for the white noise of the clock.

"So I'm going to die?" Cordy asked lightly because the question had been gnawing at her the whole time.

Everyone looked at her in confusion. Then Lorne clued in to what she was talking about.

"Well hopefully not Cordy, it's just that… 99 of them did. But I doubt that you'll die. Andre will avoid helping us at all costs." He explained.

"What? Why would he avoid helping us?" Spike asked in utter confusion.

Lorne moved his eyes from Cordy to Spike. "Well you see there was this one little teeny weenie curse that came with the Sacred Children. You see, they can't help people. If they do, even with the slightest favour, that person will be cursed for the rest of their life and often die." He filled in. "Trust me, I know. I was one of the few people who got my curse erased."

"You had a curse?" Angel asked now totally connected to the conversation.

"Oh yeah! And all he did was carry in some boxes for me." Lorne said as he breached into storytelling mode, "I met him in a back alley behind the Caritas when him and some acquaintances of his used to loiter there constantly. I told them to get or I'd put them to work. Now I was only trying to run a good business and make sure my club didn't look like a drop in centre with ratty kids nearby. But while the other two disappeared around a corner into another alley this kid stayed and stared at me confused." Lorne stood up from where he sat on the steps leading up out of the Lobby of the Hyperion. "Like, this gawky 11-year-old was seriously into the idea of working for me and after he wouldn't leave, I eventually put him to work.

"I didn't think much of it at the time. But later that night a full out fight happened in the club. Thousands of dollars of damage was caused and that wasn't where it ended." He paused for a strong breath then started to explain some more, "Well, I thought it must have just been some major bad karma. Then the next day I suddenly heard a young voice yelling into my club, ' Mr. Green Man! Mr. Green Man!'. I headed toward the voice and there was the kid in the grips of my bouncer. I told Denny, my bouncer of the time, to ease off and I let the kid in. We exchanged names because I really didn't like the idea of being called Mr. Green Man and the kid suddenly started saying how sorry he was.

"Now this is the part where I got confused. I had no idea what he was talking about. Then he explained the whole curse thing. I was totally losing it now, knowing that I was cursed and all, then he pulled this little bottle out of his pocket and said 'If you take this at midnight tonight you'll be okay, but whatever you do, don't let me help you again because it only works once! And don't lose it because it took me forever to get my hands on that little bottle.' I of course took the bottle and followed his directions, avoiding all possible dangers or threats I could until the time and the next mourning I was back to normal.

"I kept talking to the kid for a year or so, learned all about his past and the prophecy, learned about the four other Sacred Children and even met the one for the second time in my life and the most remarkable thing I learned about the kid was his love of singing! Then he disappeared for a few years." he finished as he sat back down and rested his vocal cords from an explanation that had been longer and more tiring than any song he'd ever sang.
LA, California – St. James Cemetery – 2007

"You don't care do you?" Andre asked not really expecting her to answer, "You don't care if the slayer gets mad, because you know she can't hurt you. You want her to try, so you can hurt her." Pity filled his eyes and he turned away. "Why are you like this? You used to care what happened to the people in this dimension and every dimension. What happened to you?" he pleaded.

Bowe looked over at him. He just didn't understand. But he would, someday. "I'm like this because I was born to be. I'm like this because I can be." She answered. "Why don't you follow your calling? We are not supposed to save these people. We are supposed to kill them. We are MADE to kill them! You may not be able to accept it, but I can!" she raised her voice as she explained to him the logical answer which she had convinced herself was true.

"You… you are not her. She would never believe that." He muttered in disgust.

She was smiling once again, "You're wrong. She does believe that. And you know why?" she questioned him. "Because I have seen the wonders of evil. I have seen how my powers grow every time I give myself over to that darkness. I'm losing control, and I like it! Because I know that when I lose control, they can't touch me!" she said looking down at the ground in the same way Andre was. "Now go! I don't need you! I don't need your protection!" she barked angrily.

It hurt Andre to see his once kind and gentle friend wrapped up in the depths of evil that she was warping into. She was not in her right mind and she was falling farther and farther away from the sane world. Wherever they had sent her, it had done something to her mind. It was time for him to figure out what had happened.

LA, California – 2007

Wesley gripped his chest. Everything hurt. He was scared and all his nerves were pushed to full power. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest. He grabbed onto a fire hydrant and kneeled down on the cold cement of the sidewalk. He leaned against the yellow metal. His breathing was hard and un-even as he tried to rest.

His mind was going a mile a minute. What had happened? How was he here? How was he alive? Everything was so confusing, and he was totally lost. He looked around. No one was there. He felt alone and scared.

Lifting himself off the ground he pushed his body to the limit and started walking again. Everything was a blur. His whole life was a blur of fast moving images to him and he couldn't think straight. He contemplated exactly what he could make clear in his mind.