Ah, chapter six. Angel's song will be in chapter seven so you'll have to wait a bit. Anyone else seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and absolutely loved it?

Chapter Six – Not So Restful Stop

Angel barfed into a nearby trashcan as Janice sighed.

"I told him to close his eyes. At least you listened to me!" Janice patted Fred on the back, who just smiled politely. Angel finally finished and wiped his mouth. Janice pulled a tin out of her pocket and offered it to Angel.

"What is it? Something magic so I feel better?" he asked, cautiously taking the tin.

"No. They're mints. For your breath." Janice walked to the nearest door and Fred laughed.

Angel frowned but popped a couple of the mints in his mouth anyway after smelling his own breath.

"Is this the next room?" Angel coughed. The mints were very strong.

"No." Janice shook her head and opened the door. "We're taking a little break. I'm thirsty."

The room was a giant livingroom with computers and comfy couches and chairs. There was a fireplace, but no fire in it.

"This is nice."

"I spend most of my time in here." Janice walked over a very large refrigerator in the corner. Angel followed her to the fridge while Fred got herself comfortable on the couch. "Want some blood?"

"Uh. . . no thanks." Angel felt uncomfortable being offered blood by a fifteen year old.

"Are you sure. . .?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Janice pulled to bottles of ice cold water out of the fridge and closed the door.

"Um. . . do you have a phone? I need to call someone." Angel asked quietly and Janice pointed to a big black phone on the wall nearby. Angel nodded and Janice joined Fred on the couch. She handed Fred a bottle of water and they sat in silence.

"How did you get control of a Black Magic Factory?" Fred finally asked. "Does Wolfram and Hart have anything to do with this?"

"Not anymore. They used to be in control of the factory until they were so busy the lawyers couldn't keep tabs on the place anymore and put me in charge." Janice explained taking a giant swig of water.

"Why you? Your fifteen! What about your parents? And school?" Fred asked.

"I don't know why they chose me. My parents, well. . . Wolfram and Hart used magic to create an exact clone of me so the clone is living my life at home."

"Don't you miss your friends? Your parents?" Fred whispered.

"Yeah." Janice sighed sadly. "I do miss my parents but my friends know about this."

"They do?"

"I'm supposed to go to the mall with them after you guys leave." Janice checked her watch. Fred laughed but saw that Janice was serious and stopped. They sat in silence once more.

Angel finally got off the phone and joined the pair by standing in front of them. Fred smiled politely and Janice cleared her throat.

"Thanks." Angel dug his hands into his pockets.

"Everything a-okay?" Janice asked and Angel paused before answering. What happened? All of a sudden the witty, sarcastic fifteen year old was gone.

"Yeah. I actually. . ." but Angel didn't get a chance to finish as the door to the room blasted open and landed somewhere across the room.

The blast sent Angel flying, but her easily stood again. Janice stood hurriedly and was slowly followed by Fred. A fiery red colored demon with short horns and beady black eyes stood in front of the trio.

"We have to talk Janice." The demon stated with a deep, rumbling voice.

"I have nothing to say to you, scum." Janice stood her ground. With one quick swoop, the demon had Fred in his clutches. A knife that mysteriously appeared was held to her throat.

Angel went to charge at the demon but the demon easily smacked him away, leaving Angel not choice but join Janice.

"I said 'we have to talk'. Now we talk or she dies. That sound good?" the demon growled and smirked. Janice set her jaw and narrowed her eyes. She looked to Fred and then back at the demon. "I asked you if that sounded good!" The demon yelled and pushed the knife harder into Fred's neck.

"No. That sounds positively atrocious." Janice pulled something out of her pocket. She whispered something and the room began to shake. "I suggest to close your eyes!" Janice yelled or the rumbling at Angel and Fred and they quickly complied.

There was a flash of blinding white light and when Angel was sure it was over, he opened his eyes. Fred was standing, apparently shocked, next to a pile of ash. He rushed to her side.

"You alright?" he asked her.

"Y-y-eah." Fred shakily turned to Janice and so did Angel, just not so shakily. "What was that?"

Janice stuffed whatever she was holding back into her pocket.

"Silly demon," was all she said. "tricks are for kids." Janice laughed and passed out.

Yes, I know that wasn't humorous like the rest of the story. I told you I didn't write much humor! I promise the rest will be funny, or at least funnier. I'm soon going to post the first chapter of a new story so why don't you check it out when it's up?