Note:I do not own Angel or any of the other characters

Note:This takes place after Fred becomes Illyria and before the Apocalypse battle and the ones before it. Angel still has Cordelia's visions but no one knows about it. And Gunn doesn't have the smart thing in his brain.

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Summary: An unanswered phone at Angel's office rings the same time the vampire gets a vision and the same time her heart stops beating. But the next day Angel spots her walking around the city in daylight without a scratch. Did he see a dead girl walking?

Maljandra didn't know who he was, what he wanted, or why he called her Angelique. The only thing she knew was to continue running. Her lungs burned and her legs willed her to stop for a rest, but she knew that was not an option as long as she still wanted her lungs to take in air. If she wanted to live she had to continue this consent sprinting and hoped someone would stumble upon them and be her saviour.

Then it hit her. She remembered reading about how a man named Angel who helped the helpless. She was helpless. Quickly, Maljandra took out her cell phone and dialed the number to Wolfram and Hart. It rang...once...twice... She could hear her pursuer saying, "Angelique, Angelique!! You won't get away with this!!" With want, with what? What had she done? Trying to ignore him, she tuned back to the phone, it rang again. Come on!! Come on!! Pick up the phone!! She cried in her mind, but only the answering machine came.

You've reached Wolfram and Hart's offices, a woman's voice came, we're unable to get to the phone right now. Leave your name, number and problem and we'll get back to you. Thanks! Then there was a beep.

"Dammit!!!!" Maljandra shouted aloud, but told the machine her problem, wishing that if she stayed on the line someone would pick it up. "My name is Maljandra, and someone's chasing me! I don't know what he wants or anything but to have me dead." She paused, "Please pick up! Please! I need your help, now!!"

Then there was another beep; the machine went dead. Again, she cursed out loud. In anger, she threw the cell phone into the wall, immediately regretting it. Why didn't she call the police? It wouldn't matter anymore; she had reached a dead end. No, no, no! She screeched in her mind, this can't be happening! But it was and the girl had no where to run. He had caught up with her.

"Angelique, Angelique," He spoke softly, standing in front of her, weapon in hand. "I told you many times before...you can't run from your past, no matter who hard you try."

"I don't know you!" She wailed, tears coming down her cheeks. "I'm not Angelique, I swear!" And she dropped to her knees, already knowing the outcome of this.

"Oh but you are," he told her sweetly, crouching down so his eyes were lever with hers. "And that is why you must die." As Maljandra screamed, the man took his knife and sharply jabbed it into her neck, freezing her cries for help. And then He walked away, leaving the body of a girl just lying there in the cold cement of the alley as her soul slowly drifted away.