INT-ANGEL INVESTIGATION'S
BUFFY sits in a chair, holding an ice pack to her head. CORDILLIA and WESLEY are interegating her
Cordillia:
And you just let him go?
Buffy:
I think the huge bruise on my head goes to say that I didn't let him go.
Cordillia:
But he's gone. God...
Buffy:
I don't even know how he got out. I was talking to him and I turned my back for one minuet and when I turned around he was out. He hit me and we faught...
Wesley:
It's best that we just calm down and find Angel before anything happens to him.
Buffy:
Or other people.
She sighs and stands up
Buffy:
If I was Angel... where would I go?
Wesley:
It'd had to be highly populated... he'd definatly want to feed.
Buffy:
Yeah. But highly populated... that's the whole L.A area. And the majority of southern California.
Cordillia:
(muttering to herself)
Save for Sunnydale.
Buffy:
But... if he'd want to feed, that doesn't mean that the area would be highly populated.
She sighs She thinks, realizing. Her mind flashes back to when he hit her the first time
--Buffy turns around. Angelus's fist drives into her face
Buffy:
He didn't break the chains.
Wesley:
Beg pardon?
Buffy:
He didn't break the chains. Which is why I didn't hear him... or how he managed to chain me back up. He had to have a key.
Wesley:
A key... but who...
Cordillia:
Isis.
(she turns to Buffy)
Some evil chick who wants to rid Angel of his soul for a reason we have yet to find out.
Buffy:
And has Angel met this Isis?
Wesley:
Yes. Last night. She came in. But she was banished
Buffy:
How long was she alone with Angel before she was banished?
Wesley:
I dunno. A few minuets.
Buffy:
In all that time she could've told him how to find her, given him the key...
She puts down the towel filled with ice and stands up
Buffy:
I should go track him. See if I can catch up to him.
Wesley:
Yes... and we'll see what we can find on this Isis.
Buffy sighs
Buffy:
Weapons downstairs?
Wesley:
How'd you know?
Buffy:
Hmmm. Knowing Angel who's like James Bond and sleeps with a stake under his pillow... it wasn't a hard guess.
She stands up.
INT-ALLEY-NIGHT
ANGELUS leads a clearly drunk woman into an alley and leans her against the wall. He kisses her gently.
Drunk woman:
You're the first person I've been with since my boyfriend been well... almost 7 months.
Angelus:
That's sad.
Angelus kisses her kneck.
Drunk woman:
It's nice to... AHH.
Angelus bites her and begins to drink from her. The woman screams really really loud. A police siren blares.
Angelus lifts his head up, face morphing to normal, blood still on his mouth.
Two officers step out of the car.
Drunk woman:
He bit me!
The officers un holster their guns
Officer #1:
Alright Buddy, back away, slowly...
Angelus smiles to himself and slowly backs away from the woman
Officer #1:
(cont'd)
Hands in the air.
Angel raises his hands, still very slowly.
Officer #1:
Alright, now walk to me, slowly.
Angelus:
You sure about that?
The officers pause
Angelus:
I mean, I just took a chomp out of a poor girls neck. No telling what I might do.
They falter for just a moment, a moment too long. Angelus flicks his wrist to reavel the wrist stakes. Only he has loaded them with daggers instead of stakes. They shoot into his hands and Angel throws them at the cops. One hits one in the neck and one lands in the others chest.
They scream in agony
Angelus smiles at them. Then returns to the girl.
Angelus:
Now. Where were we?
She quivers in fear.
Angelus stroaks her cheek softly. He then abrubtly snaps her kneck. Her body falls to the ground and he turns to the officers.
Angelus:
Now, officers, I believe you're supposed to read me my rights.
The one with the dagger in his neck has passed out, possibly dead and the other with the dagger in his chest, reaches for his dropped gun. Angelus steps on his hand.
Angelus:
Bad idea. Bullets don't kill me. However.
He picks up the gun and holds it to the officers palm.
Angelus:
Wanna see what they do to you?
He pulls the twigger and fires a hole into his hand. The officer cries out in pain.
Angelus:
Now. We're gonna have a whole lot of fun, but first. I'm a little bit hungry.
Angel walks back over to the woman and burries his face into her neck. Drinking hungrily.
INT-TEMPLE
ISIS sways gently to music heard only to herself. Aurora sits in Isis's throne, annoyed.
Isis:
The air sings. Can't you hear it?
Aurora doesn't reply
Isis:
It sings a sirens song. Whispering of evil and promises of power. Singing lovely lullibys to me.
She thrusts one hip to the side and then sways again, her skirt moving with her.
Isis:
Our boy draws near.
Aurora:
I know.
Isis smiles.
Isis:
Are you doubting me?
Aurora:
In all honesty? Yes.
Isis:
Relax Love. I told you. I create my own portal, summoning demons that will run over this earth.
She runs a hand over herself
Isis:
Turning day to night. Ridding the world of purity and chastity. Filling it with lust.
(she cooes)
And evil. And me, and you, and Angelus. We will be Gods. For all those demons, will belong to me.
Aurora smiles at her
Aurora:
You and you alone?
Isis glares at her
Isis:
Do you question me? Are you forgetting that I brought you forth from the darkest of hells? Are you?
Aurora:
No.
Isis:
Then shut up, sit back and enjoy the ride.
She inhales with pleasure, much like Drusilla when she sees something she enjoys. Isis runs a hand across herself. And through her hair
Isis:
Pain is his gift. I see it now. All that he's causing. And his lust for it.
INT-BASEMENT
Probably the basement of some old factory. There are tables and old machinery. Angelus has lit up an apparent oven, possibly used in welding.
The cop is suspended from chains, hanging by his hands. He's bloody and brusied. Angelus watches him. Gun in hand.
Angelus:
You know. I never did have any respect for the law.
He aims and fires, the bullet lands in the cops leg. He screams
Angelus:
Always telling me what to do. Holding your head up high. Higher than others, because... what? You've got a badge and a gun?
Angelus sighs
Angelus:
I used to enjoy this so much. I'm not sure why I don't now.
The cop glares at him. Angel picks up the dagger that lays on a table beside him and runs it across the cops face. He laps up the blood.
Angelus:
It used to be so enjoyable. Maybe I should just let you go. What do you think?
The cop nodds
Angelus:
I love to hear that! That you still think you're leaving here alive. Pity really. You should know better. But I guess they don't teach that at the academy.
Angelus sighs and drops the dagger.
Angelus:
But of course if I did let you go, you'd die before you found help. You wouldn't be able to stand or walk, probably wouldn't even be able to crawl. I mean especially after I break your legs.
The cops eyes widen.
Angelus:
Should I cut them off first? Then break them? Or leave them attatched break them then cut them off? That sounds good. What do you think?
Officer #1:
I think you're crazy.
Angelus:
True. I am. But hey, I'm a pretty happy fella'.
He walks back to the table to pick up a piece of cloth. He ties a knot in it and wraps it around his head like a gag.
Angelus:
And I'm just dying to do something with fire. A blow torch cool with you? I mean because I have to close the wounds up so I need something that burns...
Angel looks back to the gun.
Angelus:
(picking it up)
You know. I've always hated these things. They make killing so easy, so simple you know? I mean, to really really enjoy a kill. It has to be done... perfect. Up close. Just shooting someone... not fun...
Angelus sighs.
Angelus:
I'm gonna need some more supplies for this...
He stands a grabs his jacket.
Angelus:
Stick around.
He slids into it and walks off.