ANGEL: Plan
by Quortoth
Chp; 14 Plan

Day was around this time. Wesley was using the day time to lead him back to good ole’ L.A. Wesley stood in a line, his flight was boarding for L.A. Someone had just spoke, Wesley turned to them.
Waltz, “Wesley Wyndam Price,” he walked towards Wesley.
Wesley turned towards Waltz, “Waltz, what the?”
“Wesley,” said Waltz, “I need you to come with me.”
“What, I’m going back to L.A. I can’t miss my flight,” said Wesley.
“This is important,” said Waltz, “This could very well deal with saving the world again.”
Wesley stepped out of the line, “Where are we going, what?”
“I’ll tell you on the way,” said Waltz, “We’ll catch up on the plane.
“Where?” asked Wesley.
“London,” replied Waltz.
“Far flight,” said Wesley.
“You can ask more questions on the way,” said Waltz.

Gunn and Conner walked into the Entrance of The Hyperion. [I want to tell what Conner looks like, Conner has long hair at this time, and that’s all I have to say I like him with long hair, like in Vincent Kartheiser’s movie ‘Ricky 6’ .] Conner had an Axe over his shoulder as he spoke to Gunn.
“So Trish picked out this ring, I swear, it cost as much as a car,” said Conner.
“How much?” laughed Gunn.
“$800,” said Conner.
Gunn laughed, “What kind of car would you get for that?”
“I don’t know,” smiled Conner as he walked over to the weapons case, “But Trish wants a fancy wedding, all flowers and chairs set up, and stuff like that.”
Gunn put the sword he was holding down on the bar, “Here?”
“Yes,” said Conner opening the weapons cabinet and looking at Gunn, “She says, this place is a perfect build, And that some light will make it more perfect, I even explained discretion with my parents and she’s like, don’t worry.”
“When’s the date?” asked Gunn.
“A nice winter wedding,” said Conner.
Gunn went around the bar over to the answering machine, no messages then sat down at the desk back there, “Now, don’t spend all your money on the honey moon, think about the next 50yrs.”
Conner put the axe in and came over after closing the weapons cabinet, he leaned on the bar, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So have you guys sent out the invitations, winter is almost here and all,” said Gunn.
“Well, yeah, but it’s more of whoever shows up,” said Conner.
“What about Emma, and Spike?” questioned Gunn.
“I don’t care really, Emma can come if she wants,” said Conner.
Gunn leaned back in the chair, “So are you and Emma still fighting or have you come to better terms?”
Conner thought about that moment in the vacant room when he kissed her, Conner then folded his arms, “I don’t know, I’m willing to grow up.”
“To think a man such as yourself, 20yrs. Old already getting married, I remember the day you were born,” said Gunn.
“Well that was a long time ago,” said Conner, “And we’ll just pretend it was.”
“Fine by me,” said Gunn, Gunn thought about something for a moment, “If Angel, Wes, and I were still working at Wolfram & Hart, would Spike be willing to give Emma one of those lives you’ve got?”
“I don’t know,” said Conner, “That’s something I never thought about.”
“Bad past and all, but there’d be a lot of ability questions, and then she immune to most magic,” said Gunn.
“Well I didn’t have my abilities till I got hit by a van going 50mph in a garage door,” said Conner.
“But we don’t work at Wolfram & Hart anymore do we,” stated Gunn.

Lilah was flipping through the pictures of an old text on her desk. Hamilton came in. He looked at the now opened box. Inside was a large coffin. It was made of black marble. Dust laid lightly it from it’s years, I mean years of going without cleaning.
“I see someone opened it,” said Hamilton.
Lilah looked up to him and turned towards him in her chair, “Oh, not the whole thing though,” she shook her finger comically at him, “That’s your job.”
“Don’t I know it,” said Hamilton, “Of course, I’m still you know-”
“I know, I don’t know, you’re just sad that well you’ll have to suck up the inevitable pain of the transformation,” said Lilah standing up and walking towards him her arms folded.
“I’m not afraid of pain,” said Hamilton.
“Oh, but I don’t believe that, I think that’s what you fear most of all,” said Lilah.
“You speak to me as if I don’t know,” said Hamilton.
“Oh, what do you know, not know?” asked Lilah.
“I know that when I take on the transformation, I’ll die,” said Hamilton, “One touch of the right jewel imbedded in this coffin and I’ll grow sick.”
“Like we kept that a secret,” laughed Lilah, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your office.”
“Ha, Ha, Lilah,” said Hamilton, “And I don’t have an office.”
“Then what the hell are you doing all day?” asked Lilah.
“Watching my priorities,” said Hamilton.
“Stocking women?” asked Lilah going towards to coffin and looking into the ancient bright green jewels.
“No, I’m afraid not,” said Hamilton.
“The Senior Partners are I know often not givers without takers, but I didn’t know it was that bad,” said Lilah.
“What do you mean by that?” asked Hamilton folding his arms across his chest.
“When they gave you that immortal exterior that took your sex drive,” said Lilah.
“Hardly,” groaned Hamilton.
Lilah smiled, “Is that supposed to sound as bad as it does.”
“Just keep talking,” said Hamilton.
“Maybe I will,” said Lilah.
“Now tell me this Lilah, what are you doing to help the senior partners?” asked Hamilton.
“Putting all my eggs in one basket,” said Lilah.
“Explain.”
“Okay,” Lilah grabbed the remote from her desk and aimed it at her office wall, she pressed a certain button and the wall opened revealing a large T.V. On the T.V. was Gunn and Conner in the Lobby, Lilah continued, “See we never disabled the vids in Angel’s place, and we want to make sure that they don’t notice this plan for a little while, so I’m putting all my eggs in one basket.”
“You want to watch them all, so you’re getting them all in one place,” said Hamilton.
“Gradually, first for the other vampire, Spiky and Emma,” said Lilah.
“How?” asked Hamilton.
“I can’t ruin the story,” said Lilah, “You’ll find out.”

Wesley was up in the sky in no time heading over the ocean towards England. Private plane. The ordinary private plane.
Waltz stepped out of the pilot’s compartment, “We won’t be stopping on this trip.”
“Well,” said Wes, “What’s the need for me to come to London all of a sudden?”
“The End of the world,” said Waltz.
“I need more then just that,” replied Wesley.
“Well, it may not be the end of the world,” stated Waltz taking a seat across from Wesley.
Wes rubbed his forehead sitting back in his chair, “What do you mean?”
“It’s the end of freedom, maybe the end of the world, but if you stop it then everything will be fine, you’re group still fighting the ‘Good Fight’?” asked Waltz.
“Of course, last time I checked,” said Wes.
“Well then it’s up to you,” said Waltz.
“Why London?” asked Wesley, “Something to do with the Watcher’s council?”
Waltz laughed, “I stopped with them as soon as Buffy left, I’ve moved up in life you could say.”
“Where?”
“Wolfram & Hart,” said Waltz, he looked at the alerted look on Wes’ face, “ Oh, but that’s not going to keep going, I’m trying to have you and your friends at Angel Inc. destroy what they’re doing.”
“What are they doing,” said Wesley, “And should I trust you?”
“Wes we’re old friends.”
“I know that, but should I, you working for the enemy,” said Wesley.
“I didn’t really want the job, but I knew more then most did and that’s where it lead, and I’m trying to truly stop them, that’s what I’m trying to do,” said Waltz.
“They gave you this plane,” said Wesley, “They gave you the finer things, that’s what Wolfram & Hart does, evil looks good, how do the Senior Partners not know what you’re doing?”
“They don’t watch Watcher’s Council members, or Ex- Watcher’s Council members very often,” Waltz stood up, he lift his shirt up showing tattoos on his chest like Lindsey’s were, “And I didn’t get these for nothing,” he dropped his shirt over his chest , he wasn’t all that chess club, no great six pack and pecks but he wasn’t bad on the eyes. He sat back down, “I try to prevent evil, not encourage it.”
“What’s this threat?” asked Wesley.
“Lilah as acquired a sarcophagus of great importance, Ancient,” said Waltz.
“An Old one,” said Wes.
“Unfortunately that and not bunnies,” said Waltz.
“That’s a stupid plan,” stated Wesley.
“I have no inclination what so ever how to help, just to say that she’s got some kind of master plan I can’t find, of course,” said Waltz, “There’s more, that’s why I’m taking you to London.”
“Well, I didn’t suppose you just wanted to relive the old days,” said Wesley.
“It’s more about the now,” said Waltz, “I don’t think Lilah realizes the evil that this demon could do, and if she does preparation is the key. I’ll explain more once we’re in London.”
“Then what shall we speak of on the flight?” questioned Wesley, they didn’t speak for a moment, “Memory serves me correct, I don’t ever even remember hearing you leaving the Council. I would have.”
“Really, I got out of it a couple of months ago when an old friend made a stupid choice,” replied Waltz, “Besides the fact that I had already started working in the Science Lab at Wolfram & Hart.”
“May I ask what this old friend did?” questioned Wesley.

August: London: Waltz was following someone down a hall. An old Victorian hall. He spoke to the person before him, “This is the most stupidest, in moral thing you’ve ever thought up!”
Reese, turned to him immediately, “You don’t understand.”
“Yes I understand,” said Waltz grabbing the younger Reese, “This is stupid, senseless-”
“Evil, do you want to say evil?” asked Reese, “You know what it’s like, they think they’re too strong-”
“But we do work of good, train slayers to fight evil, we don’t take their trust and squash it,” stated Waltz.
“Hardly,” said Reese pulling his arm away from Waltz, “Justice, all our time for nothing, we’ll fix the problem.”
“You’ve been using your contacts for the wrong, dark magic is nothing to play with,” said Waltz.
Reese started walking Waltz following him, Reese kept speaking, “It’s preparation.”
“It’s the dark side,” stated Waltz, “Something you vowed never to fall into the hands of, this is the council, not a rooster fight, or the mob, don’t you understand?”
“I understand completely, you just seem to blind of the truth, you don’t realize the pain, right in front of your face.”
“I understand, you’ve chosen evil over good,” said Waltz.
“I’ve chosen a gift from the prophesies that was made for me, for me to use, for me to share with every world in the destruction slayers.”
“It’s not the right thing,” said Waltz getting in front of Reese.
“You don’t approve of anything I do, not the way you did when we were boys,” said Reese.
“I tried your ways, then I woke up and saw the bloomin’ light,” groaned Waltz, “Worshipping the things that you’re worshipping will one, lead to horrible luck, etc. that. I can’t name all the reason why it’s wrong besides, that’s an innocent child, and you’ll be finalizing the open gate of hell, you’re name right there, in the bleeding book, right there. Your pass.”
“Oh, I truly hurt,” said Reese, “Just think, one day when you can retire in your home country with your children sitting on your lap, bird a singing and twiddling in your ear, think, Reese gave this to you, especially since I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends, that’s why I’m trying to get you to change your mind, it’s what’s needed,” demanded Waltz, “Stop this darkness, see what I see.”
“What I see is a child, a child of a slayer, waiting for something to turn it into something that’ll kill me.”
“Explain,” said Waltz.
“This child is in the prophecies for a reason, I researched it, I know so much more then the writers of the Prophecies themselves. This child will either defend the slayers, or kill them. In The End. And it’s best I start here, because there will be more. Maybe not born of the same circumstances, but, there will be more,” stated Reese, “ And those specimens will be either good or evil. I favor good.”
“Then stop the nonsense,” said Waltz.
“This is hardly that, the nonsense isn’t existent, it’s logic, it’s clear, it’s the best choice of my life.”
“You’re wrong.”
“If this child turns for the slayer’s side, you wont live long,” said Reese.
“As long as good prevails, I don’t care,” said Waltz.

Now: Wesley was baffled, “You were friends of Reese?”
“Yes, quite the best of friends you could say,” answered Waltz.
“Where did it start?” asked Wesley.
“Well, after you left the council for America, I had just graduated the academy,” said Waltz.
“Yes,” agreed Wes sitting back in his chair folding his hands in his lap.
“Reese and I had become subject to the cult, to, other things, unworldly things, horrible things,” said Waltz.
“Yes,” said Wesley.
“Well, we worshipped at one time, Chaos, Dark Arts weren’t a fear at all, we’d become great warlocks in fact. But I saw differently after awhile, I felt bad, not powerful,” said Waltz, “Reese thrived on that feeling. One night we were new, going to help our potentials, going to scare them, because, they didn’t take their studies of the slayer things seriously, and we killed them, at least, I killed mines on accident. Reese took a pride in the complete destruction and wipe out of the poor girl, teenager, didn’t get to live past 17.”
“That’s horrible,” said Wesley, “Death, made you realize what you were doing.”
“No, not exactly death,” stated Waltz, “More of what happened to one of my closest friends. He became you could say possessed, in such away, I’d never seen even when I’d gone on Holiday to the Caribbean and help exorcisms, what he did, the way that it was, scared me.”
“Had to have been something,” said Wesley.
“Scared me right out of it,” said Waltz, “It was bad enough to do that, wasn’t it?”
“Why did you join Wolfram & Hart?” asked Wesley.
“Job offer, good pay-”
“For that?” asked Wesley.
“No, that, and, most of all, I knew something was going to hit, this,” said Waltz.
“What did Reese know about Emma, he was your dearest friend, he had to of confided in you these things, different things.”
“Some, um, ask,” said Waltz.
“What is she?” asked Wesley.
“Special,” said Waltz.

Emma was sitting in the living room, day, she was drinking some grape juice from a little box, well not little it just seemed kind of odd and sweet. Spike was reading a book while Emma was watching T.V.
She watched PBS, was rather fond of that channel, and the weather channel.
“Why do you watch the weather channel?” asked Spike looking up from his book as Emma flipped the channel to weather. Emma shrugged her shoulders. Spike closed the book, “You’ve not been talking much Emma.” Emma looked at the T.V. She shrugged her shoulders. She put down her drink box.
Spike stood up and walked towards her his arms folded, “Should I get rid of the T.V. and have you read instead?” she shrugged her shoulders in reply, Spike sighed, “Are you in a different world or ignoring me or something?” Emma just kept watching the weather man talk about snow.
“What’s snow?” asked Emma.
“Snow?” smiled Spike, “Uh, how do explain it?”
“Discuss,” said Emma.
“I know that,” said Spike, “Describe snow, white flakes that fall out of the sky, wet, cold a lot, like wet and cold dandruff.”
“What’s dandruff?” asked Emma.
“Dry scalp,” said Spike.
“Why would a scalp be dry?” asked Emma watched the man on the T.V.
“Bad shampoo, I don’t know all the answers,” said Spike.
Emma scratched her head, she looked at her hand and on her red T- shirt, “I don’t have dandruff, why?”
“Well you’re special one, and I don’t have all the answers Emma,” said Spike.
“Oh but we can get them,” said a familiar female, Lilah.
Spike turned around, Emma looked at the opened door, Spike stepped forward, “You.”
“I don’t believe we really been formally introduced,” said Lilah.
Emma raised her hand, “Ooh I have, that’s the bloody bent that shot me down stuck me in a van to give me an autopsy while I was out cold, sleeping.”
“And you’ve got yourself a bright girl,” said Lilah to Spike.
“I’m proud,” said Spike.
“She told me the exact definition of autopsy,” said Lilah, “But of course that’s not what’s going to happen, we want to always be more humane.”
“Because your types are good people,” said Spike.
Emma flipped off the T.V., “She probably wants to know tickle me down knock me out with a light and strip search me in a Cadillac,” said Emma, “Maybe even check for lice, which I don’t have.”
“Where you getting these?” asked Spike to Emma.
“Smart girl, I’m Baffled,” said Lilah sitting up on the kitchen table.
“We eat there,” said Spike.
“Don’t worry,” said Lilah.
“I hope you’re wearing underwear,” said Spike, “Then I’m going to come down to you’re house and sit down on your kitchen table naked.”
Emma gave him a weird look and Lilah, who was wearing a nicely lengthened skirt look to Spike, “Don’t worry, I’m wearing underwear now to the case at hand-”
“You’re lying,” said Emma in disgust, “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Fine,” said Lilah, “Lets move on to the next thing, oh, our girl can pick up lies can she?”
“Smells them, now get off my table,” said Spike.
“Do we have anymore of that weird cleanser you told me not to drink that smelled bad and gave me a nose bleed?” asked Emma.
“Of course,” said Spike.
“Lets get past the underwear,” said Lilah.
“Can’t,” said Emma grabbing her juice box, “You’re not wearing any.”
Lilah looked at Emma, “Our science field would love to look at Emma.”
“On the inside,” hissed Emma looking at Spike.
“They can’t,” said Spike.
“They have a deal,” said Lilah getting off the table and walking to the T.V. She rubbed the edge of the T.V, “We want to know everything, we want to observe her, Spike, we can be friend not enemies.”
“I highly doubt that,” said Spike.
“You don’t quite understand,” said Lilah.
“Thanks,” said Spike, “But no thanks, I’m not going to be some kind of idiot and let my daughter be tested by a bunch of bloody power hungry snobs.”
“Well Spike it seems you’ve let me down,” said Lilah, “We could of found out so much,” she finished walking towards the door.
“Well good day to you to, and get the hell out of my house,” said Spike walking towards her.
“Fine,” said Lilah.
Spike walked over to Emma as Lilah left. Emma stood up and walked to the middle of the room. She went to the frig and got herself another juice. Spike walked over towards her.
“I’d never give you to one of those freaks,” said Spike.
Emma dropped the juice, she looked around listening.
“Emma?” asked Spike concerned, he grabbed her by the shoulders, “What’s going on?”
“Something, I hear,” said Emma, Emma looked up and looked to the sewer entrance, “RUN!!”
“What?”
“RUN!!”
Emma had heard a beeping sound and the maker of the sound had been found out. Emma and Spike took out for the sewer entrance and ran down the way. As they ran out the door something went off.
Lilah had planted bombs in those two places, the table and the T.V. They activated. Fire flew through the tunnels of the sewers as the Room was blown to smithereens.

Wesley had arrived in London and was speaking to Waltz still in a nice old pub. Night had carried on over in London, day still in L.A. Wesley and Waltz sat at a quiet little booth just right for them away from the crowd where they could talk freely of the ’business.’
“Why are we stopping here, is it because it’s quiet?” asked Wesley.
“Not only that but because, Wes, I’m a fine man of liquors, and I feel like having a couple, river of the motherland,” smiled Waltz.
“I see you really haven’t changed,” replied Wesley.
“Change is futile, unless it’s good for you,” said Waltz.
“I’m observing,” said Wesley, “Tell more of your tell.”
“Well, after I changed thing got bad between me and Reese because I was trying to change him, and he had no want to be changed. Used memories spells to make me forget what happened, of course I was already into my own thing and had take preparations for him if he tried something.”
“Smart man,” replied Wesley sitting back in the booth, “And what?”
“Well I later about a year later, I found out, Reese had a master plan, I knew that he’d gone through 8 slayers, I know that he’d killed them. But then he starts ranting on about a greater thing, prophesies. Then he tells me one, you know it, about the child. I asked what he was going to do, he told me that he was going to trick her mother into giving her over to me and then raise her in the worst dimension he can portal or rip into. To kill. That made me really not trust him,” stated Waltz.
“So you tried to persuade him out of it but he didn’t listen, tricked Buffy, took her daughter to Quortoth,” said Wesley.
“Exactly, once he tried to steal the baby through a vampire cult, but didn’t work, it just made Buffy more, cautious,” said Waltz, “That played right into his game.”
Wesley looked at the drink that a woman just sat down in front of him like in front of Waltz, “You said on the plain that Emma was special, that there’d be more like her, what do you mean?”
“Well, I mean one thing when I speak to you, the prophesies are a bunch of as Americans say it, Bull Shit,” stated Waltz, he took a drink of his drink.
“Why?” asked Wesley holding his cup now in his hand as he looked at it.
“They keep going, Troclone, end, end, end, prophesies, nobody fully reads them and they were all written by a bunch of random prophets, Bull shit.”
“How can the truth that these provide be full of it?” asked Wesley.
“Because, their full of it,” he leaned in towards Wesley tapping the table as he spoke like he was showing him something or counting, “ These are a bunch of different accounts, all of them say that some form of an apocalypse is going to bounce up, Bull shit was even around when the Sumerians where still wearing diapers.”
“Maybe some kind of Apocalypse is coming,” said Wesley.
“Well of course, but we don’t ever find out which one, because there all full of it, if a Niazian scroll says it’s going to rain squirrels there’s no guarantee,” stated Waltz.
“You want something carved in stone,” replied Wesley.
“Well a long time ago that was their paper so not really,” he smiled taking a drink of his beverage.
“I don’t mean literally,” said Wesley.
“Old friend,” smiled Waltz, “I was just saying. But do you see my point?”
“Yes, it’s a wise point, but unfortunately I’m not going to live my life waiting for something to happen, are you living that way?” asked Wesley.
“My friend, I live alone, My loves died, my family is gone, thanks to Wolfram & Hart, I don’t see how anybody would really want to there,” Waltz looked down at the cup intently, “I had sweet Lillian, she was not even 2, I think she was going to turn out a slayer, really,” replied Waltz.
“Wolfram & Hart took her,” said Wesley.
“I believe they killed her and my lover, Mallory. I certainly didn’t know what I was getting into,” he to a deep drink of his beverage, “And, I killed my own family.”
“Really?” asked Wesley, “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I’m young, but,” sighed Waltz, “I’ve lost an old man’s life.”
“I’ve lost loved ones, my girlfriend, I wish she’d been my wife and we’d live centuries together if we could but, she got taken over by a demon Illyria, then was relieved of that job. Her body I figure was already so torn up from holding such a being I only got to spend a couple of days with her,” sighed Wesley.
“Life is not a friend,” said Waltz, he thought for a moment and sat up, “Did you say Illyria?”
“Yes,” said Wesley, “Why?”
Waltz rubbed his head, “Dear god, I think I’m too late.”
“What do you mean?” asked Wesley.
“See no one know the look of the sarcophagus of an old one till they see it and a name for it, I thought that was Illyria, no, she’s moved on,” said Waltz.
“So you brought me to London for nothing?” asked Wesley, “We’re too late?”
“No, it’s a good thing I brought you here, something worse is going to happen,” replied Waltz.
“What?” said Wesley.
Waltz pulled his wallet out and put some money on the table, “Come with me.”
“Alright,” said Wesley taking a drink from his glass and following Waltz.

Angel was flipping through the channels of the T.B. sitting on the bar now. He was just flipping through them. The news came on, volume wasn’t but there was a large explosion on the T.V. Conner and Gunn were in the room.
“Hey, isn’t that where Spike and Emma live?” asked Angel.
Conner and Gunn looked over to see the T.V. seeing the helicopter cam show the explosion.
“Yeah,” said Spike from behind them, “We did live there.”
They turned around, Emma replied, “Till Lilah came along trying to see if my dad will hand me over for testing, then set something on the table and T.V. and it got loud lets just say.”
“Emma got us out in time hearing the bombs, I don’t know what the bleeding whore wants,” said Spike.
“She wants to test on Emma, she wants Emma,” explained Conner, “Wanted me too.”
“W&H are becoming bloody annoying,” said Spike.
“I’m not going to be tested on, I was recently taken hostage once by them, when I was out running around L.A. the second day I was here. They shot me down and tried to give me a live autopsy in a moving van,” said Emma.
“She never told us this,” said Angel.
“Well,” said Emma sitting on the bar, “Didn’t seemed like it mattered at the time.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Gunn.
“Live here,” said Spike.
“Huh?” stated Angel, “Live here, I don’t like that idea.”
“Not like you haven’t enough room,” said Spike.
Angel folded his arms, “I rather buy you a place then let you stay here.”
“You’ve got debt coming out of your ears,” said Emma looking over the edge of the bar looking at the bills on the desk behind the bar.
Angel went around the bar and grabbed the bills and shoved them in the desk, “I don’t need your expertise about my bills.”
“Cost money to do everything,” said Emma, “I know some inner dimensional bounty hunters on the black market that could-”
“We don’t need to sell things on the black market and go rent a place,” said Angel.
“They probably don’t have any money,” said Conner.
“Unfortunately,” said Spike walking over to the T.V. and tapping on the blazing fire of his old home, “I left all that in my other pants pocket.”
“Well then start looking in my couch,” said Angel, “Maybe we dropped some coins.”
Spike folded his arms, “Why do you hate me so, I know it’s not Buffy is it?”
Nobody noticed Emma got off the bar and walked off, “No,” replied Angel.
“Then what is it?” asked Spike walking towards Angel, “My kid, she’s fine now, your kid, I haven’t seen them fight, you want to make something when I’ve got nothing, I come around, hell do you think I want to be here, bloody hell no.”
“Fine, then we’re on good terms are we?” asked Angel.
“Just let them stay,” said Gunn.
Angel and Spike looked at each other, Angel sighed, “Fine, you’re already taking clothing.”
“Smart move,” said Spike.
“Emma walked off,” said Conner.
Spike look around.

Wesley walked with Waltz in the midst of a forest. Waltz carried a large black brief case. Waltz put the brief case down, “I’ve got something for you to use.”
“What?” asked Wesley watching him open the case.
Waltz pulled out a 12 cage and handed him some ammunition, “After we keep walking we’ll need these.”
“Where exactly are we going?” asked Wesley.
Waltz picked one up out of the case for himself, “You’ll see.”
They kept walking for a long moment. Things were quiet around them in the now darkness of the forest. It had actually been dark when they’d arrived. [incase I didn’t specify. I don’t know.]
There was a shuffling sound in the trees. Then something dropped out. Guard demons. They jumped out and started flipping around Wesley. 5 of them.
Waltz cocked his 12 cage and started blowing heads off till 5 more came down and he had to reload. Wesley blew off those demons heads till another 5 jumped down.
One came at Wesley and he hit it in the head with the end of him gun and another came at him and Waltz started shooting them down. A familiar man stepped out of nowhere.
“Stop,” commanded Droygn [I think that’s his name, but it’ll work. Man that can’t lie.]
The demons suddenly stop and Waltz turned to Droygn as Wesley did, “Put away down the gun Wes.”
“You’ve come, Waltz, Wesley,” said Droygn.
Wesley looked at Waltz, “The Inner well.”
“Follow me,” said Droygn.
They did.

Droygn lead them to that unforgettable bridge that looked down into the middle of the world and on. The Demons of the past laying in their death. Their relaxation. Sleep. Wesley had never seen this place and only knew. That place was where Illyria had come from.
“One is missing,” said Droygn.
“Yes,” said Waltz turning to Wes.
“One of the more dangerous of the Old ones, he’s of course, disappeared like last time, all of a sudden, just gone, I can’t let these things just slip out of here,” replied Droygn.
“Which one?” asked Wesley looking down over the side of Bridge, “Waltz?”
Droygn answered anyway, “Harvesuieous.” [Harve-vee-she-us.]
“Often times known through the world as, ‘The Harvester,’” said Waltz.
“The most dangerous then,” said Wesley.
“Of course, he’ll be proud to be awoken, he’ll wake from his slumber and do what he can to enslave the entire population, one by one, each one, even vampires, demon, anything that looks human,” stated Waltz.
“I can’t let this happen,” said Wesley.
“That’s why you’re here,” stated Waltz.
“He was infamous in the billion year life he had ruled, until he was put in his sarcophagus by Illyria. He’s what you could say a new species. He’ll find certain people and he’ll make them like him, then they will take over, all of them reeking havoc upon anything and everything.”
“Droygn, I hate to ask questions,” started Wesley, “But, wouldn’t that just give him a meaningless eternity to rule?”
“Not if he picks a human for every single old one down there and makes the old one inhabit their body, the world will become what it was,” said Waltz.
“Exactly,” replied Droygn, “I fear that this will keep happening, they will keep disappearing, one after the other till I’m a slave amongst everyone else.”
“To have the Old Ones walk,” said Waltz, “War all over, barbarians, a life of eternal evil till something smites them down like last time.”
“How long do you think we have?” asked Wesley.
Droygn replied, “Not long.”

Flash light shined in the darkness. Nothing could be seen, everything was ultimately darkened. A big group of men in black with the flash lights filled down a set of stairs into the area. Lilah came too.
“It’s cold in here,” said Lilah, “Someone light a fire!”
One of the men stroke a match and put it to a torch. The room began to light quickly. Every torch caught fire automatically. The room began to reveal itself. It was truly a temple. Much like Illyria’s.
The floor was marble, covered a thin lay of dust. The marble tiles, each one was either red or black. The pillars reaching to the high ceiling were a porcelain white. But what stood out the most was the coffins that lined the floor.
Each one looked the same and each one was in perfect order before the shrine like area where they’d walked across the room too. No light but that of the torches shined into the room.
Dead leaves were through out the room. Ancient old things. The walls had windows on them but the glass was broken and replaced by rock. Lilah looked at the room.
A group of her people, the commando troops carried in the sarcophagus and they sat it down on the floor where Lilah stood. Hamilton walked down the Isles of coffins/sarcophagus and towards Lilah.
Lilah smiled folding her arms, “Look at your people before you.”
“Do you think they’re alive?” asked Hamilton.
“Maybe just sleeping,” said Lilah.
“I’m thrilled,” said Hamilton looking around the room, “Such temple all over the world belonging to so many evil things.”
“Oh, you’ll make me cry,” said Lilah sarcastically.
“I wasn’t trying,” said Hamilton walking to the black sarcophagus.
“No time yet,” stated Lilah.
“What are we waiting for?” asked Hamilton.
“When I say the magic word,” laughed Lilah.

Spike was looking around the Halls of the Darkened Hyperion looking for Emma. Emma was laying on the mattress of a bed in one of the rooms. She looked at the headboard turned over and looked out the window onto it little just walk out. You would be able to get more then 3ft out or you’ll just have to fall over the railing to get a better spot.
Emma saw out the broken door to the small balcony two windows behind her. They’re glass wasn’t broken. The carpet was still in good shape. Dust lay on the table next to the bed. Book shelf with dusted books across from the bed on the left side oft the room as you were to enter.
Spike walked by the door was seeing Emma in front of him on the mattress, “You know you’re hard to track.” Emma didn’t answer, “I found you though, you’re smell is faint.” Emma didn’t say anything, “Why wont you speak?”
Emma looked at him, “I like this room,” said Emma looking up at the white ceiling then to the burgundy walls.
“I’ll check out the condition of the room next store for me,” said Spike.
“Don’t,” said Emma.
“Why?” asked Spike, he went towards the door but couldn’t enter, “Emma, welcome me in.” Emma didn’t answer. Emma just looked back at the balcony, “Emma, what’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. Emma looked towards the bathroom door into the bathroom which had white and burgundy tile, a shower, toilet, [she wouldn’t need it though.] Mirror, that could be fixed and a sink, “I’m sorry honey, if I did something.”
“You did,” said Emma, “And so did Angel.”
Spike sighed, “I don’t want you sad, cause you’re my girl.”
“I don’t care,” said Emma.
“Then why won’t you welcome me in?” asked Spike.
“I let in people that I can trust.”
“What?” stated Spike, “Emma, I’m your father, you can trust me, I love you, I wouldn’t-”
“You did, you betrayed me,” she said looking at her thin fingers of her hand as they laid limp on the bed as she laid on her side.
“Emma, I’m a grown man, I’m sorry to say it but, I love your mother, always will.”
“I know that, you’re a grown man, you’ll do what you want, you want a girl friend you’ll get one-” stated Emma bluntly.
“That’s not what I said,” replied Spike.
Emma sat up and came toward him, “I know, but I saw, I’m not scared up enough?”
“Emma that’s not what it’s about, we weren’t thinking, stuff like that Emma, we were just acting on-” Emma interrupted him.
“Yeah, really, just acting,” she winced in disgust, “I don’t want to think about, isn’t nothing I haven’t already seen.”
“That’s not my fault Emma,” said Spike.
“You know why that is hurtful to a child, cause they don’t know what is going on, stuff like that,” she replied looking down as she held onto the door, “Cause your parents aren’t supposed to do that.”
“Emma that’s not the point, but is,” he said innocently, “Just forget about it.”
Emma looked at him hurt in a mild mean way, “I know my life wasn’t her fault, but it really hits you when you’d been raised to think it was, then the guy you trust, your father, the one that helped it go away is boning the enemy,” she sneered.
“Emma-”
“I’ve made a conclusion,” stated Emma hatefully, “I don’t have to trust anyone, anywhere, ever, because then they’ll just do something.”
Emma slammed the door in his face.
“EMMA!” demanded Spike, “Open the Bleeding door, NOW!” spike knocked on it, he didn’t want to brake the door, “Emma.”
Emma locked the door Emma stepped forward toward the balcony door and put her hand in front of it. The door moved into place and the glass replaced itself like it was healing. The door was fixed in a closed position, she locked it too.
Emma went into the bathroom and closed the door. She flipped on the light switch. She locked the door sat against the door sliding down. Tears going down her cheeks she sobbed looking up at the ceiling as she folded her arms across her chest.

Wesley stood with Waltz looking down through the middle of the earth.
“It’s best you get back to L.A.,” said Waltz.
“I should tell Angel, figure out how we stop it,” said Wesley.
“Either that or pack you bags to leave the dimension for awhile,” said Waltz.
“I wont,” said Wesley.
“Well it wouldn’t of worked long either way,” said Waltz, “This Harvester will take over every place he can get his hands on.”
“Figure this out and saved the world,” said Wesley, “Do my job, no matter what I loose.”
“What can you loose now?” asked Waltz.
“My Life,” said Wesley folding his arms over his chest.

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