"What? Flashback? Lorne, how many Sea breezes have you had today?" Angel asked.

"Look it's like this honey bunch. I was working the club when this cute little brunette came up to sing with her friend. Not a bad voice I might add. Anyway, she starts singing, but instead of getting like a future destiny I get flashes of past decades. Centuries even. Like she had past lives or something."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Angel was getting impatient.

"Well let's just say you made a few appearances from your cute self of today to all the way back from when you weren't so cuddly."

"Wait, this girl has memories of me as Angelus? Well, she could be a Slayer. They retain memories of former Slayers-"

"No these were older. Not of the recent Angelus activities. My guess is these were from when you were first turned. And before you ask, no she wasn't vampire. But I did get this major supernatural vibe from her."

"So, you just read a girl's past that somehow involves me but she's human. I'm still not seeing how this has anything to do with me." Angel heard Lorne take a sip of his drink.

"Well I did get a quick glimpse of this little cutie pie's future and in it she's fighting a majorly tough demon. I think you need to find this girl."

"Where do I start? Did you get a name or address?" Angel said reaching for his notepad.

"Well no. Hey, I heard that huffy growl. I did get something off the friend she was with. His name was CJ. I know they're from a town called Owensdale about 2 hours north of you guys. Not far from that crater that used to be known as Sunnydale. Oh and the name Gypsy."

"Gypsies? I don't do well with gypsies Lorne."

"Not that kind of gypsy. I think it's the name of a club. I saw the name in those neon lights. And I know it's connected to both of them."

"So, I'm just supposed to drive up to Owensdale, go to a club called 'Gypsy's' and ask about a guy named CJ and a dark-haired girl?" Angel was getting frustrated.

"Hold on I'll give you a description if you want. Her hair was more dark red than brown. Uh, maybe 5'4" or 5'5". Small little petite thing. Had to be 21 otherwise she couldn't have gotten in. And she had the most remarkable blue eyes. But something tells me you'll know her when you see her."

"I doubt that. She doesn't sound familiar."

Angel said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. Looking over the notes something tugged at his brain like he should be remembering something. But he quickly dismissed the feeling. Everyone he knew the first time around as Angelus was dead unless you counted Spike. Which he didn't. Angel called a few places in Owensdale then headed towards the kitchen. He walked in on several dozen people laughing and talking. Connor saw him in the doorway and quickly quieted everyone down.

"What's going on dad?"

"I just got a call from Lorne. Seems there's something going on in another town and we need to go check it out. The details are sort of sketchy but I'll fill you in on the drive up there. So let's start packing."

A few hours later they were on the I-15 North. Well almost all of them. Gunn had stayed behind to continue training the Slayers and had called a few members from his old crew over just to help keep an eye on things. Angel looked back in his rearview mirror at his son. Connor was asleep with Dawn's head resting comfortably on his shoulder. She was asleep as well. Angel couldn't believe he had Connor back in his life and this time free from all the hurt and pain from before. Illyria sat in the front blankly staring out the windshield.

"Should I be talking to keep you company?" she asked. She was trying to fit in as much as possible. She had even stopped wearing her body armor non-stop. Mostly thanks to Dawn who got her to start wearing jeans.

Angel smiled at the comment, "No you're fine Illyria. I was just thinking."

They pulled up to the Ramada with daylight coming in the hour. After checking in, Angel decided it was best to sleep the day off and look for the 2 kids that night. Since they had to start with a night club, it's best they go at night he reasoned. Dawn and Illyria were quietly resting in their room and Connor soon fell back asleep in the room he and Angel were sharing. Angel slept briefly but woke up early. He paced around the room. He smelled the demons in the city the minute they reached it. The whole town had a major demon population obvious by the stories found in the paper. The town still held on to some hope. Angel could feel it. The city wasn't as big as LA but was easily twice the size of Sunnydale. And like Sunnydale, it gave of a supernatural energy. Angel began to wonder if this was a hell mouth someone had forgotten about. They'd soon find out, he thought while settling down to eat.

At 9 o'clock everyone met in the lobby and headed out. Angel had looked up the club and found a phone number and got them on the guest list. Which he was glad he did because they barely made the list. Apparently you needed to book at least a week in advance to get in. After dropping a few names though, they got bumped in for tonight.

"Okay, according to the directions, it's on the corner of Main and 9th street. So, turn left here and go all the way down. You shouldn't miss it," Dawn instructed. And she was right. The club took up a whole corner and people were milled around outside for several blocks. The club appeared to be in what was once an old hotel. Several floors up you could see lights for rooms that were undoubtedly now apartments. Angel parked his car across the street and the gang made their way to the front door. They were greeted by a very tall and large man. He checked the name on the list and waved them in.

Angel couldn't believe how big the club was. The top floor was cut in half to look down on a dance floor a story below them. The lights and sound system rivaled what Lorne had in his own club. Just for a second, Angle actually felt small, but that changed when several gorgeous women walked by and proceed to check him out. They were greeted by a small blonde girl wearing a simple black dress and boots. She motioned for them to follow her. They were led done to the dance floor level where some alcoves were built into the walls. The alcoves had comfortable couches lining three of the walls and a small flat table in the middle. No mirrors were in there thankfully. While being seated Angel looked around the room trying to find someone that matched Lorne's description of the girl. Unfortunately, a lot of the girls matched the description. Just as the hostess was about to walk away with their drink orders, Angel stopped her.

"You wouldn't happen to know if someone named CJ worked here would you?" he shouted over the music.

"Yeah, up there. DJ CJ. If that's who you're talking about. Why, do you know him?" the blonde said pointing to the booth above the dance floor.

"Um I know a friend of his. But I wanted to talk to him about business, if you could let him know?" Angel said flashing a brilliant smile. She said she would give him the message and smiling left. Angel turned back to the faces of his companions.

"You're so smooth, dad." Causing Dawn to burst into giggles Angel smiled at Connor and was about to remark when he felt a pull at his spine and then at his soul. It was a like a weak tug. And he'd only felt something like it before. And that was when Buffy was near. But her pull used to be much stronger and this one was different. Older somehow. Angel looked around the club again trying to find where it could be coming from when he saw three men lead two girls out towards the back door. Angel looked over at Connor and knew that his son was aware of them too.

"Vampires. Illyria, Dawn, you guys stay here. We'll be right back," Angel said as he and Connor moved towards the front door. They were heading towards the back hoping to catch them off guard. They never noticed the Dark red-head follow the three vamps out the back door.

Angel and Connor moved hastily down the street towards the alley. Suddenly a crash as though someone being thrown into a dumpster was heard and they picked up their pace. Angel stopped shortly at the entrance to the alleyway causing Connor to bump into him.

"Hey, why'd you sto-" Connor started to say before Angel shushed him and turned his attention to the fight scene in front of him. A young woman with dark red-hair was throwing punches and kicks with the grace of a Slayer. One in particular, he thought. She quickly knocked one vamp to the ground and pulled the stake out from her jacket. He was dust in seconds with a second vamp gone soon after. While dusting the second vamp, she'd forgotten of the third one she threw into the dumpster. He lunged out and grabbed her from behind. Angel ran up and staked him in the back, forcing the young woman to stumble forward. Dusting her arms off she turned to thank her rescuer.

"Thanks, I totally spaced on the third one," she said smiling and looking up. Her smile faded and her breath caught when her blue eyes met the chocolate ones staring down at her. Angel looked into her eyes and memories washed over him. He heard her drop her stake itch a clank to the ground.

"Liam?" she whispered.

"Hello, Catherine. Nice to see you again."