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m14mouse – Thank you for your review. Glad you liked it.

Bob-from-Accounting – I'm glad you liked how I did Dana and Illyria. I'm going to try and do more with them in later chapters.

VegaKatt – You're right about the spelling. I found some of the words but I'm sure there are more. If you have specific words for me to look for then by all means send them to me. Thank you for your support.

Allen Pitt – Your insights are appreciated. I know Angel got rid of some of the evidence but trust me that won't be the end of it. I love when readers have ideas of their own. Please keep it up.

Laine7727 – To answer your question how Angel can have "extended Family" in his lies to Phoebe, I said he didn't use his last name, not that he didn't know who his parents were. Also it is not unheard of for foster children to look up biological family after they age out of the system. If you have any more questions please send them. This one made me think and for a while I was going to use it as a way for Phoebe to find out Angel was lying. Keep them coming, they give me ideas.

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Asmodean the sly – I am glad you like Illyria, Dana and Angel. I am trying to keep them complicated.

Request: In future reviews please tell me if you like the way Angel and the other characters are developing. I want to keep Angel, Dana and Illyria dark but please keep give me your opinion. The Charmed Ones I want to be more of a force for salvation but if you want them to be darker then send me that opinion too.

Chapter 4

Angel leaped out of the third floor window of the police station. He fell down wards for about two seconds before landing on his back on top of a police car. With out a moment hesitation he got up and started running across the street and down the alley. No one gave chase. As far as Angel knew they were still wondering what happened. He took a moment to stop and use his vampire hearing to see if he could hear screaming. There was none. That must have meant that the guy who had attacked him had some how gotten away with out having to fight his way out. Angel had no dilutions on who would win in a fight between whoever that was and the cops.

Angel continued on his way through the darkened streets of San Francisco. It really wasn't much different from L.A. The streets were just as dark. As he walked he toke note that several young men were fallowing him. It was from a distance but unmistakable. He didn't stop but merely slowed down. A gust of wind came from behind him and on it carried the sent of 4 individuals, all of them dirty and smelling of the streets.

Angel figured this was just another example of the gang problem developing in the city. It was okay though, Angel wasn't worried. He took another left that led into a dead end. After he got to the end he turned around and leaned up against the chain-link fence that made up the end of the ally. The four men turned into the ally a few minutes latter.

Angel looked through the darkness and could clearly see all four men. These weren't children but fully grown men. Angel wondered why people chose to live like animals. It was a strange thing. The four men came down the ally and stopped. For a few moments they looked confused. They could now see he was waiting for them. This was probably a rare thing when the victim to be turns and faces his attackers to be.

"So," Angel says in a light hearted voice, "how do you guys want to do this?"

One of the guys decides to get brave and runs at Angel. Angel held out his fist and the man ran right into it knocking himself out cold. Angel looked at the remaining three. "Any more?"

Leo orbed into the foyer. He was holding Daryl up and had to practically drag him to the couch.

"What the hell is going on?" Piper said limping into the sitting room. "What did you do?"

"I…" Leo had to stop and take a breath, "…I was covering my tracts at the police station but…" he stopped to take another breath, "the guy that was there."

"What guy, Leo? Why is Morris bleeding?" Piper grabbed a rag and limped over to Daryl and tried to stop the bleeding. It wasn't bad but still looked like he had a pretty bad gash in the back of his head.

Leo got his breath and came over to where Piper was holding Daryl's head. "Here, let me heal him." Leo put his hand over Daryl's injury and it healed.

Daryl's eyes opened about a moment latter. "What…what happened?"

"Well that is what I would like to know?" Piper said letting Daryl get up.

Both of them stared at Leo. Leo sat down and winced at the pain. He had been more focused on getting the two of them out of there that he wasn't aware of his own discomfort until now.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked.

"Nothing too bad just hurts," Leo said indicating his back side. "Who ever that demon was he knows how to pack a punch."

"Demon," Daryl said, "was it the girl?"

"No, the guy," Leo said.

"I'm still not fallowing what happened here," Piper reminded the two of them.

Daryl shrugged his shoulders, "I just came into the room and then boom was out."

Piper then looked at Leo, "Well."

"It was the demon that I shot at when we were at the jail. He was in the room destroying records. When I came in after Daryl he just kicked me into a wall…"

"Wait a second," Piper interrupted, "he kicked you? No fire balls, energy balls, just kicked?"

"Yes," Leo answered, "He kicked me into the wall and then…" Leo stopped then looked like he was thinking, "He wanted to find out something when the fire alarm went off."

"I thought you said there were no fire balls," Piper said.

"Yah there weren't but he was burning a tape and a few pictures in a trashcan. But he didn't shimmer or flame out when he made his escape."

"What do you mean? Did he walk out or something?" Piper asked.

"He jumped out the window."

Piper frowned her eyes at that two. The two of them were in contemplation. That was odd for a demon to jump out when he could just shimmer or something else like that. They had forgotten about Daryl for the moment.

"Uh, guys," Daryl snapped them out of their thoughts, "this might be a big deal how the demon got out but I need to get back to the station before anyone starts to ask questions."

"Oh, right," Piper said, "Uh, Leo I know you are hurting but can you…you know drop Daryl back."

Angel enters the warehouse from the sewer entrance in a dark corner. He drags behind him the large bag of weapons he had shown to Illyria and Dana the day before.

Dana is asleep and Illyria is at a window on the catwalk that makes up the second level of the abandoned warehouse. She looks down at Angel then steps off the catwalk and lands on her feet. "Did you take care of the records?" Illyria asks.

"Yup," Angel says and sets the large bag next to a pile of wood. "I got into the police station and got rid of the video recordings and got the machete back. They hadn't gotten her fingerprints from the grip yet so no files had to be destroyed."

"Why did it take you so long to return?"

"Well I wasn't the only one there messing with records." Angel hangs his coat over an old folding chair. "That guy that shot the lightning bolt at me when we got Dana, he was there."

Illyria didn't show surprise but internally her interests were picked. "That is what injured you before?"

"Yes, I didn't want to tell you guys until I made sure but it was a guy alright."

"Why was he also destroying records?"

"I don't know if he was or not really. I was there first and I assume that would be the only reason he would be there. He was quiet so he didn't want to be seen and he was surprised that I was there so he wasn't there for me."

"Do you think he was trying to cover up all of us or just his use of power?"

"I don't know. I'm not really sure what he is really."

Illyria gave that knowing smile with her eyes. Really it was more of a happy glare but living with her for a year had taught Angel the difference. "But you have an idea." It wasn't a question.

"Maybe, but lets see what happens."

"What happened to you? Phoebe asked when she came into the kitchen the next morning. Piper was sitting with her leg up on another chair and an ice pack on her ankle.

"Well, a demon or something broke through a one-way window and tossed me Daryl, Sheridan, and a bunch of other police officers around like rag dolls." Piper gave a sarcastic smile.

Phoebe gave her a blank look. She couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. "What about the girl, was it her?"

"Oh, yah, it was her."

"So she is a demon?"

"Well I guess so."

"But then why did she save you and the boys? Or why let the cops get her?"

"Do I look like I know the reason why demons do anything? I can't even get up the stairs."

"What, did you sleep down here?"

"No, Page orbed me up to bed and then back down before she left for magic school."

"Oh. Well I guess you won't be going to work today," Phoebe said concealing a grin while she moved around looking for cereal or something to eat.

"Oh, I forgot. You're right. Ah, damn Leo, why didn't he heal me?" Piper growled.

"Why didn't Leo heal you? Wasn't he there?"

"Because…I didn't let him heal me and sent him off to bring Daryl back to the station and after some demon that was with the girl."

"So it isn't really Leo's fault?"

"Who side are you on, Sister?"

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Well you can let one thing off your mind. I'll go to work for you."

"Wait a second there, Missy. That new bouncer is starting tonight isn't he?"

"Well, yah but besides I like working the club." Phoebe quickly left Piper before she could say anything else.

Angel waited in the office of P3. He could hear the staff outside starting to set up. He had come the same way as before, through the sewers. After cleaning up he opened the door and went in. He was expecting to meet his new boss but instead there was Phoebe again. And he could tell that she was very happy to see him again.

"Angel," Phoebe said, "Hi."

Angel gave her a small half smile to seem friendly, "Hello."

"Well, here is your P3 shirt, just makes it official that you work here," Phoebe said handing Angel a black t-shirt.

"I better go get changed then," Angel said as he took the shirt. As he walked to the back to the back of P3 he could feel Phoebe's eyes on him. Angel took a brief moment to take note how he felt to be watched like that. It was a feeling he didn't care for very much.

Inside the back room Angel took off his coat and shirt and put on the t-shirt. Hit had P3 Staff on the front over his hart. Like a target, Angel mused to himself. Angel saw a small locker in the corner and put his coat and shirt into it. When he closed the door to the small locker a peace of paper fell out.

Angel bent down and picked it up. It was a note written in very messy handwriting. It said:

All who know me, all who feel

Please come and help me kneel

At the base of Heaven hear my call

And com to protect me when I fall

All who know me all too well

Come and please help Halliwell

It was a spell, Angel realized as he read it silently. Kind of childish in the rimes but if done properly, might just work, but for what? Some of the lines indicated maybe a protection spell but still the meaning and purpose were unclear. Angel wondered who this could belong to. And the blank space may mean that the spell was made to be versatile substituting different names for different people. It could belong to Phoebe, maybe but somehow Angel figured she would have better handwriting. The last line had Halliwell, which was the name of both Phoebe and the owner, her sister. Maybe the owner is a witch?

Angel put the spell into his pocket and then came out of the back room. Either way, if he had stumbled in on a family of witches he couldn't just choose to kill them. They could be good witches for all he knew. Or it might just be one of them and not the whole family. Just play it easy for now. Like he told Illyria, see what happens.

Angel came out and fell in with other staff with moving chairs and generally getting things set up.

Phoebe watched as Angel moved some chairs around a table. He was a good looking guy. She wished she still had her powers so she could feel what he was feeling. She hopped it wasn't that she was a weird goof or something. She did notice though that he was very quit. He didn't talk while he worked. Charlie who had shown up around the same time was much more into conversation with his fellow workers. Phoebe couldn't make up her mind if that was a good thing or not. The silent mysterious type was still hot either way.

It wasn't long before people started to come in and the band started to play. There was a lot of moving around and a lot of people. Phoebe was working behind the bar. Every now and then Angel came buy to check how things were going, but Phoebe got the impression it was more to check out the people at the bar more than her. Charlie was likewise doing the bouncer job of checking ides at the end of the top of the stairs.

So far Phoebe figured she had done alright in picking the two of them as temporary replacements. And Piper had been worried that she would pick just some pretty boys.

"Hey, Phoebe," one of the bartenders said, "We need another case of the bud lights."

"Okay, there should be some in the back," she said.

The bartender nodded and left for the back storage room.

Illyria and Dana skulked around a building and then silently ran between the wall and the light and hid in the shadows. Dana was carrying no weapons this time. The machete had gotten her into too much trouble the last time. Illyria also didn't like the use of weapons. They were looking for any signs of the thing that could have killed the human they had found the day before.

Hunting with out Angel made Illyria realize how useful it was to have a half-breed that could track by smell. With out him both she and Dana were left with hunting the old fashioned way. She led on trying to listen as best she could to the world around her.

Strange, Illyria thought to herself. She was feeling different than normal. It was the air, the molecules were charged with something…unnatural. "What is it?" Dana whispered behind Illyria.

"I don't know," Illyria answered. "Come."

The two of them rand down along side of the building and then turned into an alley. Yes there was defiantly something in the air, a power.

They turned another corner and found themselves at the opening of an alley. The two of them looked in and saw flashes of light. "We will move in, but slowly," Illyria said. Dana nodded her head and fallowed. They stayed close to the wall in the shadows.

When they got close enough they could see what was the source of the light. A man and a girl were in some sort of fight. The man was dressed in a leather garment that resembled more of a mid-evil warrior rather than a modern, human fighter. The young woman, more of a girl, on the other hand was not what either of them would expect to find doing battle in a dark alley; she was dressed in a miniskirt and a tank-top that was much too small. The term from Fred's former mind came to Illyria, DITZ.

They were unnoticed and they stayed in the dark to see what was happening. It was not wise to jump into conflict with out knowing who side you are on, if either. Perhaps both individuals would be opponents, Illyria silently hoped. She desired a good battle.

"Dye, Witch," the man said and a blue ball of what looked like energy formed in his hand. He threw it at the girl but she dogged. She responded by razzing up her hand and threw a knife at her opposite combatant. The man that threw the blue balls of energy deflecting the weapon with another ball and resumed throwing at her.

Dana took a step forward and was getting ready to leap into the fight but Illyria rested her hand on Dana's shoulder. "Wait," was all Illyria said, and wait they did. Illyria was appalled by the pathetic struggle. These two beings kept throwing things at each other but exchanged no physical blows. Her hopes for a true battle disintegrated before her eyes. What kind of battle was this, Illyria thought to herself? Finally the woman pulled out a small bottle and threw it at the man. There was a poof of smoke and fire, and then the man was gone.

Dana's eyes were wide. What had just happened? One moment the man was there and the next he was gone in a pillar of flame. She looked at Illyria. Illyria's expression was unchanged, showing no emotion. "What should we do?" Dana asked.

"We will find out what has transpired," Illyria said and then came out of the shadows. The woman was busy picking up her knife but the moment Dana and Illyria revealed themselves she gave them her full and undivided attention. "We would like to know what happened with you your opponent," Illyria stated.

"Oh, my god," the woman reached for her knife and threw it at Illyria. Illyria just stood her ground and let the small blade bounce of her leather armor. "Don't do that again."

The girl wasn't listening but she did something even more stupid; she reached for something in her purse. Her hand came up with another vile. She tried to throw the glass container at Illyria but her hand was caught from behind by Dana. She tried to struggle but Dana got hold of both her arms and pinned them to the woman's side. The purse fell to the ground in the struggle.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the woman said. She tried to struggle but Slayer strength was more then enough to keep her immobile. "Let me go."

"The child will not let you go," Illyria stated. "We wish to know what you did to the other human. Speak or I will tell the child to squeeze you."

She was only a freshman at Magic School but thought she was more than ready to go on a vanquish. It wasn't even all that hard but this was not what she had been thinking off. Her arms were stuck to her sides and she couldn't reach her athame or potions in her purse. What was she going to do?

The strange blue demon just stared at her with cold blue eyes. She kept struggling and even whimpered. She tried to kick the older girl who was holding her but didn't manage anything other than a low grunt.

"We do not wish a confrontation with you, Magic User," the blue demon said in a calm voice. "But we have already over powered you and we outnumber you. It is futile to continue resisting."

"If she stops fighting maybe I can let her go?" the older girl holding her suggested.

The blue demon turned to look at the older girl holding her and seemed to consider the idea. "Yes," the demon's attention returned to her, "if you stop struggling the child will release you."

She had enough sense to stop moving a second later the older girl released her grip. She seriously thought about making a break for it but she was too scared to move her feet. The demon came closer and stood over her looking down into her eyes. "Now, inform me and my companion on the nature of this battle. Who were you fighting? What was the power he used against you? What is in the weapon you used to defeat him?"

A second before she was about to answer a pillar of orbs formed a few feet away. Her whitelighter appeared when the orbs dissipated. "Justin, help," she yelled. Justin took in the situation and ran for the fallen purse she had dropped when the older girl had grabbed her.

The man, Justin, made it three steps before Dana met him head on and back handed him. He fell to the ground instantly, but was not unconscious. "Kelly, run," Justin said.

Kelly, the girl, in a desperate act swung a poor punch at Illyria. Illyria didn't move and let the human hit her. BAMB, "OW," Kelly screamed and pulled back coddling her hand. Illyria looked annoyed. Illyria reached for the girl with one arm and took hold of her by her top. Then nearly lifted her off the ground and dragged her to the man.

"Dana, keep him down," Illyria ordered. Dana lifted her foot and rested it on Justin's chest. Illyria then looked at the girl and then to the man. "You are Justin, and this is Kelly," Illyria stated more than asked. Justin nodded. "What are you and what is she?" Illyria posed the question to Justin.

"I'm her whitelighter," Justin answered. He looked at Dana's face. She looked just like a street kid, could the demons be using the gangs he wondered.

Illyria had never heard of a whitelighter before but much in this world was still unknown to her. "And, Kelly," Illyria said slightly shaking Kelly, "what is she?

"My charge," Justin gasped, Dana's foot was pushing down a little hard. "Why are you asking me all this, you know what I am and what she is?"

"Hey, what that down there?" an unknown voice came from the mouth of the alley. It was fallowed by a group of muffled responses.

Dana turned her head to the sound and then to Illyria, "Gang."

In that moment Justin orbed out. Dana jumped back from the orbs in surprise. Illyria also stared at the empty space that the…whitelighter had occupied. He then reappeared in his orbs next to Kelly and reached out taking her and then they both disappeared in a pillar of orbs. Illyria never let go but in a moment there was nothing for her to hold on to. They were both gone.

Illyria and Dana looked around them in confusion. They didn't have time to be in aw for too long because a gang of street thugs came down the alley. There was no other way out and they couldn't scale the buildings on either side of them. All that was left was to fight their way out. No big trouble. But before they took positions for battle Illyria picked up the purse the girl had dropped. It could be useful later.

It was almost an hour before Phoebe realized that the bartender wasn't back with the beer. She thought that was strange and started to make her way to the back. She opened the door and went down the small call to the storage room where they kept all the extra chair and drinks. Its was naturally cold so it was a good place for drinks. Phoebe turned a corner and was met with a group of at least seven guys.

Phoebe got a look of a battered and bleeding man on the floor, the bartender. She tried to let out a scream but one of the guys was able to clap his hand over her mouth.

"No screaming, bitch, it would be very bad," the guy said.

Phoebe looked down and used her high heel to stomp on his foot. "OW," he yelled letting her go. She got out of his hands and then punched him in the nose laying him on the ground. The then turned to the others who were closing in on her. Phoebe kicked another in the growing and he went down. Another who almost got her got a combination of jab and side kick. She was about to run back and call for help when she saw the gun.

It was a young guy, practically a boy, holding the pistol on her. It was one of those small, snub nosed guns that you see on police movies. "Don't move bitch."

Phoebe didn't move and one of the guys she had hit got back up and grabbed her from behind again. "I say we kill this little…"

"I wouldn't finish that if I were you," a mail voice said.

Everyone turned to the hall way were both Angel and Charlie were standing. The boy pointed the gun at them but neither looked like they were afraid of it. They came out of the corridor into the room.

"Stop right there, Pretty Boy," the guy with the gun said.

"Which one of us," Charlie asked smiling. "I know I'm good looking but I'm not sure I'm really pretty, but…"

"SHUT UP!" the guy yelled.

"Put it down before someone gets killed," Angel said. He took another step forward but more to the side. He was closer to Phoebe. "Think about it. What is going to happen if someone dies here? Do you want that on your conscience?"

"I said shut up!" the kid said again.

Phoebe still was held but could see what they were doing. Angel and Charlie were separating, making it more difficult to aim at both of them. She also saw that Angel was getting closer and closer to her.

"Put the gun down," Angel kept talking. "We won't stop you from leaving. Just go out the back like you got in and we'll not fallow. Think about it, we need to look after the guy on the floor, we don't need to fallow you."

"I said shut up! You want to die! I'll kill you man!"

"Are we even talking to the right guy?" Charlie cut in. He looked at one of the bigger guys. "I think this guy is in charge here. I mean, check this out."

"What you think I'm not in charge, punk, I've got the gun, I'm in charge," the boy yelled.

"I don't know, this guy here seems to be the leader type to me," Charlie said again.

"Hey both of you stop move…" the boy said but was cut off when Angel made a dive for Phoebe.

BANG went off and then pandemonium erupted. Charlie punched the nearest guy and Angel grabbed Phoebe in his lunge taking them both to the ground. Angel rolled off of her and then was back up to take on a big guy. Phoebe had the wind knocked out of her but could see that Angel hooked kicked four guys in one round and Charlie was already disarming the gun from the guy. Another BANG went off knocking out one of the lights. Phoebe curled up trying to protect herself from the falling glass.

She got up after it was all done to see that all seven of the guys were being taken care of by Angel and Charlie. She crawled over to the bartender. She put her finger over hid neck. Still a plus, he was alive, for now.

In another second it was over. Angel and Charlie were left standing and all around them were beaten up punks.

"How is he?" Angel asked.

"Still alive, but he doesn't look good," Phoebe answered.

"How are you?" Angel asked this time.

"I'll take care of them," Charlie said, "I got first aid training. You go call the cops. I got things here. Get back quick." Angel didn't argue and ran back down the small hall to get a phone.

"Thanks, you guys were great," Phoebe said looking at Charlie and then back to the bartender. "He is going to need an ambulance."

"No he's not," Charlie said from behind Phoebe.

"What…" Phoebe said turning around to look up at Charlie. She stopped dead.

Charlie was standing up and in his hand was an athame. "Bet you wish you still had your powers." Phoebe jumped up and backed off. "I might not be able to get your powers but at least I can destroy the power of three. I would have left these punks to do it but Angel figured something was wrong."

"Did you send them?" Phoebe asked. Charlie only smiled and lunged for her.

Phoebe used her forearm to deflect his stab and he dropped the blade but he still plowed her into the wall with his shoulder taking the wind out of her. She slumped to the floor and Charlie stood over her. "Well I'll just have to use this than," he said and smoke started to come from his mouth.

A dragon warlock, Phoebe remembered the fist one from the time they met that first genie. Back when Prue was still alive. Charlie opened his mouth and the flames came…SPLASH.

Phoebe spun her head to look behind Charlie and saw Angel with a bucket. Charlie was soaking wet. "You are going to die for that," Charlie snarled.

Angel didn't look impressed. Charlie jumped at him but Angel stepped to the side and let Charlie's head go into the bucket. He kept turning and hit Charlie in the back with his reverse side kick. Phoebe was up and at Angel's side.

"You okay," Angel asked without looking at her.

"Fine, but we need to go," Phoebe said trying to pull Angel away. But Charlie was already up and charged them. Phoebe pushed Angel out of the way and Charlie slammed into her the second time. She went flying and hit her head against a corner.

Charlie got up and looked down at her. "Okay, she is down, now you." Charlie came back and kicked Angel in the backside sending him flying. "Well what did you expect, you are only human," Charlie began to laugh.

Angel stood back up and turned to face Charlie. "For your information," Angel said and his face morphed into his vampire features, "I'm probably no more human than you."

Charlie gaped in aw at the new Angel. Angel charged and Charlie and him both went into the opposite wall of the small space. Charlie tried to throw Angel off but instead Angel got his legs under himself and lifted Charlie into the air. Then sent him flying into another wall. But Charlie never made contact with the wall. The room was small and crowded with all the bodies but still there was enough room for him to use his flying powers. He turned in mid air and breathed fire at Angel.

Angel dived out of the way and came up by a crate of beer. He picked up the crate and threw it at Charlie. Charlie's flames set it on fire but still didn't stop it form hitting him. He was knocked back to the ground and was now on fire from his own flames.

"Damn it to hell," he yelled. "What the hell are you? Why you fighting me? She is a damn witch, a charmed one. Killing her will make our names legend."

"I don't need to be a legend, I already am."

Angel brought an upper cut into Charlie's jaw; there was a loud snap of bones. Angel brought his knee into Charlie's chest and then finally grabbed Charlie by the head and twisted. CRACK. Charlie fell to the ground dead.

Angel's face changed back to his human mask and he ran to Phoebe. He checked her pulls and was relieved to feel a beat. He then ran to the front and called the police, he also informed the staff to clear the club and get a first aid kick.