To Keep Safe: Your Fault
by Quortoth
NIGHT. SANTA MONICA California. A black Mercedes drove under an old over pass. Not really old, it didn’t do anything really. People could drive on it.
Under to over pass that vehicle stopped. It sat there in park for a couple of seconds, doing nothing. The headlights flipped off and a man stepped out of the Driver seat. He held a large envelope in his hand. Then he cleared his throat.
He spoke towards someone that was behind a column, “Ma’am, you do know that you are no vampire. I know very well you’re there.” Mary stepped out from behind the column to him, he kept talking, “And ma’am, I don’t suggest if you’re going to be sneaky that you don’t wear a yellow rain coat. I love it though.”
“Do you have it?” asked Mary.
“Of course,” smiled the dark mysterious man, “Just what you wanted to know, and pictures.”
The man opened the envelope and showed Marry a large photo of a man with Nina, but the man was unseen. The picture wasn’t good enough quality, but then he showed her the second picture. Angel was clearly visible.
Angel in the picture was carrying Nina into an Alley. Mary clapped her hand over her mouth, “Oh my god.”
“I take it you know him?” asked the man.
“Yes,” she stated looking at the picture.
“Well, if you really want to kill the man who did this, I suggest you just leave it be,” said the man.
“I can’t,” stated Mary, “No, Nina was my friend.”
“Well,” he put the picture back into the envelope and gave it to her, he opened his car door, as he was getting in said, “If I’m going to try and kill a vampire like him, I would grow up a little first, then fight him. When you die you should at least be able to go down in something that’s not frilly, or bright yellow, common sense.”
Mary looked down at the envelope in her hands then back at him as he started the car and drove off. “I heard a call for rain,” she sighed to herself.
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MARY’S APARTMENT. [Santa Monica.] Mary was collecting just some of her stuff and throwing it into black garbage bags. Just the bright colored stuff. She was wearing a pair of normal jeans, chucks [sneakers, whatever they are, the black ones.] and a long-sleeve dark green shirt that showed her shoulders and had no neck. [This * indicates flash to. All flashes from episode ‘Control Me.’]
She picked a garbage bag up and put it on the couch.
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Slowly Angel Walked, walked the hotel lobbies. “I smell your fear,” he laughed, “Smell it all over this place, and I’m enjoying it.”
*
[Now] Mary grabbed her Marry Janes and threw them into a garbage bag. She put it on the couch, her cat hissed at her. She put a frilly yellow skirt into the bag too that had fallen on the floor.
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Angel cracked his neck, breathing in deep passing one of the rooms. He then smiled and backed up he went in, “Come out, come out where ever you are.”
A door of the room closed quickly. Angel ran up to the door, knocked on it, “I don’t know where that one leads, but I can find out when I-” he punched a hole through the door once, just for warning, “Get in.
Mary stood on the other side, she had a stake in her hand, breathing hard. Fear filling her ever limb as she stood, she slowly backed up. Angel punched another hole through the door and grabbed the door knobbed pulled it off and took his hand out kicked the door open and ran in.
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[Now] Mary knocked all the stuff in on one of her shelves into a bag, things crashing. She went over to her knight stand next to the couch and started throwing away the lamp, the little knick knacks.
*
Quickly Mary punched him in the throat. Angel grabbed his throat and dropped her. She crawled off from him. Angel never has been knocked in the Adams apple. “I don’t breath,” he said rubbing his throat. Then as she ran to the door.
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Mary got to the bottom. No Angel in sight, or whoever was making him act this way. Mary went behind a corner, and stood there, trying to calm herself. “I have control,” she said softly.
“No you don’t,” laughed Angel. She didn’t know where he was, she put her hand down the wall going to the reach for something.
Angel walked down the stairs slowly, making as much noise as he could, “You know, I was having fun, we were getting a long so well, and if I didn’t think I could beat you I wouldn’t have started chasing you.”
He went to the corner. Quickly Mary went to throw the fire extinguisher into his head, hit him with it. Angel caught it, laughing. Suddenly Mary pushed the lucky mechanism to make it work, and Angel was shot with the contents of the extinguisher like a fire.
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[Now] Mary then put down the garbage bag and put her hands on her hips. The door into the apartment then opened slowly. The entering person had the keys in his hand, “Mary?”
Kaymon, her brother. He looked like her, somewhat, taller, 5’10”. He had brown eyes, blonde hair, messy blonde hair. Hair on his face, shadowing it. He had a sweet face, but that if he wanted could turn not so sweat. Young looking.
“What?” asked Mary.
“Why are you throwing away your stuff?” asked Kaymon.
“I need to grow up,” sneered Mary picking the bag up and tossing some pictures in it, the glass of the frames braking.
“No you don’t, this is all sudden, why?” asked Kaymon.
“Cause, I’ve realized I do need to grow up, things, isn’t all big flowers, and save the animals,” replied Mary.
Kaymon went up to his sister and put his hand on her forehead, “Are you alright do you have a fever?”
Mary backed up, “No, I’m realizing something, there’s greater things out there.”
Kaymon folded his arms across his chest, “You’re really serious.”
She went behind the couch and pulled the rainbow color blanket off the back the she had for decoration, “Kaymon, animals die everyday. I thought I could stop that.”
“You really thought you were doing good things for them, but that’s not why you’re doing this,” said Kaymon.
“Nina was killed, I know it-”
“And what are you going to do about it?” asked Kaymon.
“Go to L.A., then find the killer,” said Mary.
“Find the killer, you do know that’s the cop’s job, not yours-”
She stood there, “I know that, of all people, I know that. I’ve already run that thought through my mind. Thousands of times.”
“What, it’s L.A., there’s murders there every night, you think you’ll be able to narrow down who did this to Nina, that easy?” asked Kaymon.
“I know who did it,” said Mary.
“Then if you have it on such good authority, take it to the police,” suggested Kaymon, more like told her to do and not suggesting it.
“He’s something the police can’t handle,” said Mary.
“What makes you think that you can?” asked Kaymon.
“He’s paranormal Kaymon, there’s other things out there-”
“Now you’re talking crazy, crazier then when you had that boyfriend that wanted to take back Woodstock,” stated Kaymon, “Or have another, that fella was weird.”
“I’m not crazy, I’ve seen things, right there, in front of my face, I’ve touched it,” said Mary.
“The paranormal doesn’t exist,” scolded Kaymon.
Mary lifted up her sleeve to reveal and old bruise, “See this,” said Mary, “See it?”
“What about it, you said you fell down,” replied Kaymon.
“No, hardly, I lied before, this is from a vampire, he twisted my arm-”
“What are you doing?” asked Kaymon, “Are you still stuck on Nina, so much, that you’re hurting yourself and claiming it’s a vamp, not it at all.”
“You can defend yourself, go out in a cemetery, walk the night, you’ll find something, demon, vampire, that kind of demon, something like that.”
“You’re mental,” said Kaymon.
“I’m not blind, people really aren’t supposed to know what’s out there, these demons, but people do know. And I’m one of them,” replied Mary, “One of these people out there, and-”
“Now you’re going to say there’s super heroes,” sneered Kaymon.
“Cause, there are,” stated Mary.
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ANGEL WAS IN HIS ROOM. In his white tank top he stood, punching his punching bag. Repeatedly. Alone, just punching the bag. Not thinking about much, just that one repeated thought, punch, punch, and punch.
Or more in detail he be thinking, clench fist, all fingers closed towards palm, throw fist toward bag, outstretching arm. Hit bag, pull back, but in a more sophisticated manner. Like shampooing hair, what it says on the side of the bottle about repeating.
“Having bad thoughts?” asked Conner from behind Angel.
Angel stood straight for a moment, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Kind of known for that,” said Conner.
Angel went back to his punching. “Not really bad thoughts.”
“Why?” asked Conner, “Can’t concentrate on thinking and punching at the same time?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” stated Angel.
“Really, why are you punching it?” questioned Conner slowly walking towards Angel, “You think that you’ll get stronger or something, cause, you’re a vamp, I don’t think it works the same.”
“I guess,” he punched bag, “Reflection.”
“What kind, I only know about the mirror one,” stated Conner.
“Looking back on something,” said Angel.
Conner walked around Angel slowly, his hands in his pockets of his jeans, “What are you looking back at?”
“I’m 277, I’m looking back at a lot,” said Angel.
“Can’t look back at that many years, just not natural,” replied Conner, his speech was taunting.
Angel held the punching bag, looked at it as Conner stopped next to him, “Mary.”
“Sweet girl isn’t she?” asked Conner, “Lasted longer running from you than one would usually think.”
“She could protect herself,” replied Angel.
“At least for the time being, cause, that’s how Angelus works,” Conner smirked.
“I wasn’t Angelus,” sighed Angel looking down, putting his head on the punching bag. “Just controlled by a spell was all that was.”
“That spell, plays some nice jokes on people,” sneered Conner, they memories coming back to him, he then tried his best to ignore it.
“How did you know that I was being controlled?”
Conner spoke of it plainly folding his arms across his chest, “I didn’t, I told Wes, he thought it immediately.”
“What did you tell him?” asked Angel looking at Conner.
“I told him that I saw images, I saw Cordelia,” said Conner, “Didn’t much like what she was saying.”
“Why do you think you were being affected?” asked Angel.
“Emma says I was being affected because I’m your flesh and blood,” he stated to Angel.
“Emma seems to understand that stuff,” breathed Angel looking back to the punching bag.
“Yeah, she does. Sometimes it makes me feel stupid, she grasps everything so well. Though, kind of tiring, she can talk your ear off about a microwave.”
“Emma’s still really young, new to this place,” said Angel, “You were kind of like that too, but then you kind of stopped asking questions,” he began to hit the bag again, “Emma embraces the ability to ask, ability to ask ‘why?’”
“Sometimes,” he looked down, “I don’t know what she’s talking about-”
“Conner,” said Angel firmly, “You’re not stupid, you operate like her, you’re smart too.”
“Operate like her?” replied Conner, “Prove it.”
Angel stopped for a moment, “Well, remember when you’d look over Wesley’s shoulder and see that he was calculating expenses, then you tell him what all the numbers added up to in a split second.”
“Yeah,” said Conner.
“Emma does that too,” said Angel.
“I’m number smart,” replied Conner.
“Name something that you can do, realized you can do that Emma can’t,” said Angel, he went back to swinging at that bag.
“Cook,” stated Conner, “Open up a can of soda.”
Angel then looked at him, “What’s the deal with that?”
“When it makes that popping sound when she pulls back the tab she drops it, I don’t mind opening it either,” stated Conner.
“What else?” asked Angel, “There’s more.”
“Make pop corn, I have to be there,” said Conner, “She gets very curious about the stuff that goes in the microwave.”
“So she was the one that put the fork in?” asked Angel.
“Open the Frig,” said Conner, “She doesn’t quite grasp the light that comes on when the door opens. She doesn’t like the toaster, still screams when the toast comes up. She just can’t cook for herself.”
“I think she might be a little lazy,” said Angel.
“I don’t mind though, doing stuff for her, I taught her how to make the bed, but she likes to short sheet me,” smirked Conner, “One time she rigged the toilet to flush every time someone used the sink to wash their hands or something.”
“Emma’s very peculiar,” stated Angel.
Conner cocked his head to the side, “I tell you what’s a time saver, not going to bathroom.”
“Really?” questioned Angel.
“Yeah,” said Conner.
“Are we having a civil conversation?” asked Angel. Conner looked at him for a long moment. Angel then looked at him holding the bag, “Not what you wanted.”
“Never said that,” replied Conner.
“Are things better between us?” asked Angel.
Conner smirked, “Don’t throw your sluks,” he stood up.
“Sluks, I remember those,” said Angel.
“You still haven’t proven yourself,” stated Conner.
“I have to prove myself?”
“Yes,” said Conner, “Emma doesn’t change who I am. What I remember, she’s just a calm for me. I love her but, I still feel what did. Always there, remember the store?”
“Conner, it’s not that bad,” said Angel.
“Not that bad, and not really better,” said Conner, “I’m over Cordelia, I don’t care about her. Quortoth is still in me. Won’t go away.”
“I know that,” said Angel, “I try-”
“To forget that,” said Conner.
“To help, no forget,” corrected Angel.
“I don’t see you helping me, I’m just here, part of the job,” replied Conner, “Always around, that’s all.”
“No, I still love you,” said Angel.
“Of course, I know that,” smirked Conner, “In a way, I don’t like you for what you are, but I don’t dislike you for it.”
“What do you mean?” asked Angel.
Conner looked down, “You are reminder of the pain, I want a father, but I’m kind of glad I don’t have one.”
Angel looked at him hurt. “Son.”
“We’ve talked now,” said Conner.
He walked towards the door. Angel watched, then spoke, “This, our relationship now doesn’t mean anything.”
Conner opened the door, “Does if I’m still willing to kill you.”
“Don’t say that, not under my roof,” replied Angel.
“You’re an absent father, because, you think tough love will fix me,” Conner smiled, “Did it fix you?”
Conner closed the door. Angel looking back, him and the bag, now the only things there that could carry on in the conversation. And the bag and Angel had a violent relationship too.
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AN OLD COUPLE. Demon couple walked out of the lobby as now, the fully dressed Angel came down. Wesley was saying good bye, he turned to Angel.
“How are they doing?” asked Angel.
“Good, I settled there case, no more zombies in their rose patch,” replied Wesley.
“Anymore good news?” asked Angel.
“Well,” said Wesley, “I found my tea material and we will no longer have coffee here.”
“What,” said Angel, trying to lie his way, “I thought your coffee was pretty good,” lies, all lies.
“Don’t toy with me Angel, I know it was bad,” said Wesley.
“Where’d you find it?” asked Angel.
“In my bathroom cabinets under the sink,” said Wesley poring himself a cup of tea at the bar, he looked at Angel’s face, “Don’t worry, I washed the set and, I have a very clean set of cabinets under the sink thank you very much.”
“Alright,” said Angel, “I’ll believe you.”
Wesley looked past Angel, “Angel, I think you have a visitor.”
Angel turned around, he saw Marry. “Hi.”
Mary stood there, in her more adult wear. Her hair laid down nicely free on her head. She wore a pair of black pants and a blue tank top under a black jacket, like one that goes to a suite, “Angel.”
“You want me to leave?” asked Wesley.
“We can go to my office,” said Angel, “Unless you prefer that we stay in here with Wes-”
“No, it’s fine,” she said, calmly, no real emotion in her voice about what she said.
Angel lead her into his office, he closed the door and stood in front of her, 5 feet between them. “Did you want to talk.”
“Yes,” sighed Mary.
“I’m really sorry,” said Angel, “I normally don’t get controlled by something evil and try to kill people. At least not as of lately.”
“So you’re fine now?” asked Mary.
“Yes, very fine,” stated Angel.
Mary swallowed, “Your son Conner tried to kill you.”
“Don’t worry, happens on a regular basis,” he said matter of factually.
“Can he be trusted?” asked Mary.
“Most of the time, Though right now I don’t feel threatened,” said Angel.
“Will he kill others?” asked Mary.
“Probably not,” Angel answered calmly.
Mary looked at him like he was nuts, “When we were a lone, last time, we-”
“Started kissing,” said Angel.
“Yeah,” she sighed, looking down, biting her lip.
“That can’t happen again,” ordered Angel, still keeping it nice.
“I know, I know why you can’t, it’s fine, it won’t,” said Mary.
“How are you feeling?” asked Angel.
“I want you to train me,” She said bluntly, looking him straight in the eyes seriously.
“What?” said Angel, “Seriously?”
“Seriously Angel,” stated Mary going towards him a step.
“No,” said Angel, “I can’t, you can protect yourself.”
“No, I don’t think I really can,” said Mary.
“You’ve trained in fighting-”
“But, I don’t feel safe, I walk out at night, that’s what I do,” said Mary, she continued, “I’m not afraid of the dark, just what’s in it, and you’re over 200, you can surely teach me stuff I’d never see in some random dojo.”
“I don’t run a dojo,” said Angel, “I’m not your Sin Say [however that is spelled.]”
“I know that Angel, but I think I could be prepared,” replied Mary, “More.”
“No,” said Angel, “ It doesn’t work that way, just stop walking out at night.”
“I’m not a little girl, I’m a practically, helpless,” she was looking for the words, “Person, who does things, and you are right her, you can give me the chance to learn something.”
“Go back home,” said Angel, “Go get another dog Mary.”
“I hear you speak, but I know that’s not what you think should happen, you’re not that way. I need this,” said Mary, “I need it so much I ache.”
“And that’s never good,” said Angel.
She stepped up to him close, not more than a foot between them, “Good enough for me, Train me, teach me what you are. In that I can defeat your kind, I may be helpless, but I’m going to go away, and I’m sure as hell not going to let a vamp get a hold of me.”
Angel looked down at her, the heat was rising. [If that so possible as stated.] He looked at her, thinking, choosing. “A little.”
“You’ll train me,” said Angel.
“Just enough for you to survive, then, you do what you want, and leave me a lone,” said Angel.
“Of course.”
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MARY LEFT NOT LONG AFTER THAT TALK. Angel walked into the Lobby. Wesley walked towards him a file in hand, “May I ask what that was about?”
“Nothing much,” said Angel, “She wants me to train her.”
“Do you think that’s the best choice, right now?” asked Wesley.
“I’m not being controlled anymore, I won’t be, things will be fine, if I have to run away from her and into the sun,” said Angel.
“That’s a bit drastic,” replied Wesley.
“Truth, She’s innocent,” Angel said finally.
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MARY HAD RENTED HERSELF A PLACE. Mary walked in and locked the door. Hanging on the walls were crosses, mainly around the door. On the table at the entrance was a place for her keys, she put them there. Sitting next to it was a stack of books.
She opened up the bag she carried at her side and pulled out a small titanium box, she opened it and inside were six syringes. Clear liquid in them. Something to inject. She put them down on the table.
On the kitchen table was the envelope, information papers, books and the pictures of Angel. She looked at the on of Angel holding Nina, carrying her to the Alley she was found in, their faces so clear in there black and white.
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NEXT DAY. Emma was making the bed. Conner came up behind her and placed his arms around her waist as she bent over and pulled her towards him, kissed her neck. Emma smiled and turned around. “Good morning.”
“Trying to short sheet me again,” said Conner.
“Well, if you’d go to be after me I’d be short sheeting myself,” teased Emma.
Conner kissed her slowly on the lips and pulled away, “You know what, I could never live without you.”
“What got you thinking about the world without me?” asked Emma.
“You,” said Conner, He pulled her tighter against him to hold her. Emma smiled at him.
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ANGEL STOOD IN THE LOBBY. Spike was sitting behind the desk behind the counter drinking himself a cup of blood, “Normally,” stated Spike, “I’d be, sleeping about now but, just for you, I happened to stay up.”
The other soulful vampire turned towards Spike, “Why me?”
“Cause, hmmm…” Spike smiled wider and then began to sing, “Angel and Mary, sitting in a tree, K. I . S. S. I. N. G.-”
“Shut up,” growled Angel, “I’ve just about had it with your remarks.”
“Oh, I’m touched, The Poofter has balls still left,” laughed Spike.
“Oh, so since you don’t get on your own nerves, I guess you-”
“Don’t go there,” said Spike standing up quickly with his glass of blood.
“I’m over here shaking,” stated Angel.
“Sarcasm,” laughed Spike, “I invented it.”
“Just sit down and drink your blood,” said Angel.
“Sorry beaver, it’s yours,” smiled Spike.
“And do you want me to start hiding it from you, keep my own stash?” asked Angel.
“I wouldn’t dare if I were you,” said Spike.
“Heck, if you start feeding off humans again, I’ll just be able to kill you, and have more satisfaction about it,” smiled Angel.
“I could say the same for you,” replied Spike.
“About what?” asked Mary.
Mary stood in the lobby, a bag in hand. She looked ready for training. Dressed like a slayer ready for training, but not a slayer.
“Oh nothing darling,” smiled Spike.
“Spike, the other vampire with a soul, he’s just letting his face talk cause his ass knows better,” stated Angel turning towards Spike.
“Has he been controlled yet?” asked Mary.
“No, he’s not good enough to be controlled,” answered Angel. Spike looked at him distastefully bringing his glass of blood up to his lips. “Come with me, downstairs, there’s more room for training.”
“Okay,” asked Mary.
Mary and Angel went towards the basement. Spike watched him go, Spike spoke as he was going to take another drink, spoke to himself, “Guys got to get his jollies off hitting girls, good on him.”
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THE CAGE WAS TAKEN DOWN. The gang had thought they were in safe condition to take it down. But of course, they’ll put it up in a second the next time they need to. Hopefully never. But Angel Investigations isn’t that lucky usually.
“So what do we start with?” asked Mary, putting down the bag she had around her shoulder.
“Breathing,” stated Angel.
“Breathing?” asked Mary, “I’ve been doing that since, I don’t know, I was born.”
“Breathing is a good technique,” said Angel, “You should know that from previous training.”
“Yes, and it helps with controlling the situation, I know that.”
“Then lets breath,” said Angel.
“Then what?” asked Mary.
“We’ll see,” stated Angel.
Mary looked at him firmly.
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BREATHING IS WHAT THEY DID. As they breathed, which Angel didn’t, but it must of matter. Everything was quiet, Angel taught her, or more like re-taught her the movements. Used that technique to explore her capabilities and his, flexibility as well.
A good lesson, no one needs to do the splits if they can’t. That’s just not suggested.
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DAYS WERE SLOWLY PASSING. The movements done while breathing where becoming faster, and more targeted, which, she hadn’t learned before. “Take in a breath, hold her arms out,” said Angel slowly.
She did as he said, put her arms out. He did so, they held them for a long moment. “Keep the breathing at a rhythm.” Mary kept her eyes closed, ‘one with the floor’ surroundings, etc. “Elbow left,” he said.
They both used their left elbow and quickly jabbed it behind them as if something was coming at them form behind. “Turn around, kick, low.”
They were slowly becoming in tune with each other. They both turned around quickly and under kicked, like when one would kick someone off their feet. In tuned, that when they both did the whole move they didn’t trip each other.
Quickly the got on their feet. “Spin and kick,” stated Angel. They both did it, Angel opened his eyes, he looked at her. She brought her leg down, Angel spoke to her, “Keep your breathing with rhythm, or you could tire yourself out, easier.”
“Angel,” smiled Mary, “I don’t think the breathing his all rhythm, especially in the heat of battle, and you’re a vamp.”
“Just be one with what’s around, keep your senses keen, or you’ll end up dead,” stated Angel.
“Good to know,” she said bluntly.
“You wanted me to train you,” said Angel.
“What about combat itself, you .vs. me.”
“You want to fight me?” asked Angel.
“Of course,” said Mary, “Knowing the moves, all that, doesn’t matter unless you’re in battle. I’m a beginner, isn’t it logical that you’d only trust yourself sparing with me.”
“I wouldn’t say sparring, training,” said Angel, “It’s training.”
“I know that,” said Mary, “Still.”
“I know your point,” answered Angel, “I’ll start the next step when it comes.”
“Alright,” she said, “Just saying.”
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THEY DID START THE SPARING. After her first night, she stepped into her apartment aching. But nothing she couldn’t handle. Mary plopped down on her couch. She laid back for a moment. Then she looked to the book on the coffee table.
Something she’d been writing in a journal. She picked it up and a pen and started writing down more to it. Everything was move, kick, jump, etc. Minnie diagrams, not very good ones but stick people doing the moves. She was memorizing Angel’s moves.
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GOOD NEWS FOR HER THOUGH, the next day, Angel still had his black eye. She saw him come down into the basement, night time, “Sorry,” she said innocently, “I really gave you a knock didn’t I?”
“It’s not that bad,” said Angel, “At least Spike stopped talking about it and making jokes.”
“He does that a lot doesn’t he?” she asked.
“That’s Spike for you,” answered Angel.
“What now?” asked Mary, “Weapons?”
“No, physical without weapons for right now okay,” said Angel, “You may be learning fast, it’s been 2 weeks, but, still.”
“Time is taken,” stated Mary.
“Yeah,” said Angel.
“I’m ready to fight now,” she said.
“Okay,” replied Angel, “You can make the first move.”
Mary and Angel got in fighting stances. Mary watched him, he watched her. Quickly Mary went to punch Angel. He went to block it but she kicked him in the stomach then went to elbow him in the face. Angel ducked out of the way backing up a little.
Angel went to kick her off her feet. She jumped up and as he came up she punched him in the face. He backed up, “Ow, you got the bad eye.”
Mary went to him quickly, “Oh are you okay?”
Angel grabbed her and grabbed her arms then held her where she couldn’t move, “Never let your guard down.”
Mary kicked him hard in the shin and elbowed him in the sides. She got out of his grasp quickly. Angel went to punch her and she blocked it, then went to punch him in the face. She missed he went to punch her in the stomach. He stopped before hitting her because she was the one that would learn the fighting, not him.
“Got you,” said Angel.
Quickly she grabbed his leg and pushed on it, he fell backwards and jumped up and twirled around as if to kick her down. She dodged out of the way and she went to punch him.
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CLEARLY HE WAS GOING TO PUSH THE STAKES UP ON HER, the next day when he actually, not with anything close to his real strength punched her in the face out of nowhere. She backed up, “Ow, that does hurt.” She shrugged her shoulders and went punch him, he blocked it.
She spun around and kicked him in the chest. Then punched him in the face. He went backwards and went to kick her in the stomach. She jumped over his leg and spun out of the way of his blow then punched him in the throat.
Angel back up, blocked her next punch, block her next punch. She then head butted him and backed up from it. Angel shook it off and went at her again. She blocked his punch, punched back, then punched him in the face again.
He punched her in the stomach. Mary fell to the ground, she got back up and they circled each other. She went to punch him in the face. He caught her fist. Then she swiped her other fist across his face. As she kicked him in the stomach.
Didn’t let go. Mary was breathing hard. Angel was breathing hard, [just because he doesn’t need to be able to breath, doesn’t mean he can’t do the act.] Mary then leaned into him and kissed him. Angel didn’t stop her.
Angel slowly let go of her hands, she slid on under his left arm and the other one she grabbed onto his shirt from his chest. Angel put his hands into her thick, wavy hair, silky between his fingers. They kissed passionately.
The groping came around. Mary pushed him slowly against the wall behind him and, Angel turned her and him around her and pushed her against the wall fully. Rubbing his hands down to her waist kissing her, feeling her.
She started un buttoning his shirt, didn’t stop her. Never leaving his lips she pulled his shirt off of him. He slid his hands up her shirt and slowly pulled her shirt off. Kiss her neck, her jaw then her lips again. Didn’t leave them for awhile.
Mary started messing with his belt buckle. He sniffed her hair as she undid his buckle went to undo his pants. Then Angel pulled away, wide eyed. He quickly pulled away from her and grabbed his pants and belt, just fixed them back quickly and stepped away from her. “We can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice vibrating with fear.
Angel backed away from her and ran himself up the stairs towards the lobby. Mary watching him, still grasping that he just completely stopped them from going any farther.
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ANGEL WENT INTO HIS OFFICE. It was late, the Lobby was dark, his office was dark. He went into his office and into the corner behind his desk. He stood in it, his hands on the walls. Breathing hard, he felt bad for what he’d done, what he’d almost did. But he didn’t have the pure happiness going for him.
Quickly he saw Mary standing at the door, she was fully clothed, holding something in her hand. Angel’s shirt.
“Get away form me,” said Angel.
“Calm down Angel, okay, just calm down,” she assured him, “I’m clothed, I have you shirt, then you’ll be clothed.”
She tossed his shirt towards him, Angel caught it. He looked at her. Mary folded her arms over her chest, “Even though you’re a vamp, maybe to calm you down, I can get you some ice water.”
Angel put his shirt on slowly. Buttoned it up. “No thank you,” said Angel. “You need to leave.”
“No I don’t,” she stated, “Alright.”
Angel went at her quickly, “Leave.”
“I want to talk,” said Mary. He stood in front of her, angry about her, not doing as he said and just leaving. Mary looked at him, just looked, not at all angry towards him. And at the moment, she wasn’t turned on so. “Life really must be hard for you. Always have to worry,” she sighed.
“Not usually,” stated Angel.
“Does having sex, always turn you?” asked Mary.
“No,” stated Angel, “Just when there’s a moment of happiness. Pure happiness, I have to really like the person, a lot.”
“Me?” asked Mary.
“I like you a lot,” said Angel, plainly, like admitting it bothered him a great deal. “Alright.”
“I thought so,” stated Mary, “Kind of noticed after all the fondling, the first time.”
“You don’t know what Angelus is,” said Angel, “That thing chased you through the hotel, just a bit of him.”
“Angelus is you,” said Mary, “Just when you’re not so calm.”
“I don’t know what to think about what you just said,” replied Angel.
“You don’t have to think anything of it,” answered Mary.
“I do,” said Angel.
“I bet you haven’t felt much for someone in years,” said Mary, “You’re a vampire, for all I know, century, or so.”
“Actually, almost 10yr. Ago,” stated Angel, “She was slayer, vampire, slayer.”
“Just her?” asked Mary.
“I also loved anther woman, Cordelia. I never had sex with her though,” sighed Angel.
“Why, did she love you back?” asked Mary.
“Yes, but she died,” said Angel.
“I’m sorry,” said Mary.
“I don’t think I’ll love like that again,” said Angel.
“I don’t love you,” said Marry, “The feelings are there, but-”
“I understand, that’s good, we can’t take this relationship any farther,” said Angel.
“What happened with the Slayer?” asked Mary.
“I left her in Sunnydale, came to L.A. I knew we couldn’t be together,” replied Angel.
“I can leave, town,” said Mary.
“You don’t have to,” said Angel, “Just, don’t be near me.”
She sighed, “Really, you can’t just hold back.”
“People, things like me, we have urges, and I think if we were around each other, long enough now, it’d just come, we’d-” stated Angel.
“Then what?” asked Mary, “You’d turn into Angelus.”
“And kill, I’d toy with you, probably kill you, toy with others, kill them. I’d kill family friends,” said Angel.
“Am I supposed to feel threatened?” asked Mary.
“Exactly, Angelus, a reason not to come back here,” stated Angel.
“I’m not,” replied Mary, “I think you and I can handle it, cause, I know I’m not done.”
“You are done,” said Angel forcefully.
Mary just looked at him. “Fine, I’ll leave, doesn’t mean I’m just gone though Angel.”
“Why would you come back?” questioned Angel.
“I don’t think our friendship, if that’s what you’d call it, is finished.”
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“IF MARY COMES HERE,” said Angel standing in the Lobby, Wesley, Spike, Conner, and Emma there too, “She has to leave.”
“You’re straight about it,” said Spike, “What did she do?” he sat down on the purple thing.
“Just make sure, she leaves, cause, bad things could happen,” said Angel.
“Did she try to sleep with you?” asked Conner bluntly.
“What, no,” said Angel automatically.
“That’s a lie, Angel doesn’t want Mary here cause she wants to sleep with him,” said Conner.
“Either way, she can’t stay here, just tell her to leave,” said Angel.
“What if she doesn’t want to leave?” asked Emma.
“Knock her out and drop her off at her house,” stated Angel.
“That would work, but what if she starts claims-” suggested Wesley.
“I don’t think she’d mention any of this to the law, any,” Angel assured.
“You sure, humans get a wee bit cocky sometimes, thinking they can deal with things with force of the normal world,” Emma replied.
“She won’t, she’s smarter than that,” said Angel.
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MARY SAT in her apartment reading her many paged notes on Angel. What he did, his moves. Most likely to occur. Writing notes of things that came to her, or some new move that she saw Angel do.
Sitting on her coffee table were airport plane tickets. She knew she’d have to leave if she killed Angel, the friends might seek vengeance or something. She had her pass port ready on the table, opened up to her picture.
She stood up and grabbed her bag that she usually takes to Angel, she picked up the case that the syringes lived in and put them in one of the pockets and sat her passports in one of the pockets. “Call Angel here,” she wrote it down on her notepad, “I need a story.”
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NIGHT. The time of Emma and Conner, they patrolled during the night that is. Conner and Emma were fighting a group of vampires. Which, now days a game of that could be rather fun filled.
One ran at Conner. Emma leapt forward put out her hand and flipped the vampire. He hit the ground hard, Emma grabbed him by the hair and hit his head into a grave stone backwards then forwards onto the ground.
Conner punched one on his left down. Blocked the punch form one on his left, elbowed him then punched him with his opposite arm. Conner shot out a stake and jabbed it in the heart twirled the stake around in his hand and quickly jabbed it into the vamp behind him.
Dust to dust. Emma grabbed the fist of two and twirled them around like they were dancing, kicked one in the stomach, then the other one. She grabbed threw them down sort of and punched them in the backs. And they hit the ground.
Conner threw Emma his stake, Emma quickly caught it. Dusted one vamp, then quickly bent down and dusted the other one.
One vamp was getting away. “I’ll get it,” called Conner.
“Alright, don’t be long,” said Emma putting her hands on her hips.
Conner chased after the demon. The vampire rolled down a hill after tripping. Conner saw it go down. Conner leapt up and off the edge of the hill landing in front of the demon. He quickly punched his hand forward and the demon got it in the face. Dust, to ground.
Suddenly the leaves blew up form the ground.
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EMMA GASPED SUDDENLY. Usually she’d hear two heart beats, Conner’s and hers, now she didn’t, only hers. Emma looked forward, she wasn’t feeling Conner anymore.
“CONNER!” called Emma.
She looked around, didn’t see him, scared, she whiffed the air, “CONNER!!” She didn’t smell him. Emma let her senses go, she tried to pick up Conner, it wasn’t working.
She heard cars, vamps, demons, humans, leaves, water, doors, glass braking, wind, etc. Everything that normally happened, but she wasn’t picking up Conner, “CONNER!!” she screamed.
Emma ran forward to the way he went. Emma leapt over the edge of the of the hill and landed in crouched position, she fell forward slightly. Caught herself. This had been where Conner had been, she didn’t know that, “CONNER!!” she screamed, “COME BACK, CONNER!!!”
She was scared, her heart pounding, her eyes filling with tears, she felt Closter phobic, she felt she wasn’t breathing. Emma was in a state of panic, “CONNER, CONNER, CONNER!!!!!!!!!!!”
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MARY LOOKED AT HER PHONE. She listened for Angel. Just had called him, maybe he’d come, maybe. He cared, she knew he cared. There was a knock at the door, “Coming,” said Mary going to it.
She opened the door, “What is it?” asked Angel, he did sound like he cared.
“Come in,” pleaded Mary.
Angel came in quickly. Mary closed the door behind him suddenly. He looked around, “What’s going on, are you hurt.”
“No,” said Mary, her voice went calm, “I was just so scared.”
“What happened?” asked Angel.
“You,” she stated, she folded her hands across her chest.
“What do you mean?” asked Angel.
“Look around you,” said Mary, “Just look.”
Angel saw the various crosses throughout the room. Angel turned around, he saw on the table, a photo of him holding the dead Nina in his arms, he looked back to Mary, spoke her name. “Mary.”
“Did she taste good?” asked Mary, “Huh, did my best friend taste like all the women, or did she taste different.”
“I was being controlled I couldn’t help myself, I loved her,” said Angel.
Mary laughed at that, “Not enough to spare her life-”
“I’m so sorry for killing her,” said Angel.
“Not the sorry I’m looking for,” said Mary.
“What do you mean?” asked Angel.
Mary had taken the titanium case out of the bag a long time ago, it sat on the table where her keys were, she looked at it then at Angel. “Not the sorry I was looking for.”
“I smell blood,” said Angel, “Yours.”
Mary unfolded her arms, she had injected something in her arm. There was a little blood from it, doesn’t mean the vamp doesn’t smell it though. “Thank You Angel.”
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CONNER FELL FROM FAIR UP. Through the darkness. He slammed down onto his back. There was light down there. He was in some kind of chamber, lighted by nothing he could tell, the ground made of dirt, covered in leaves. Like the walls.
He laid there, hurt, he sat up slowly. The light, like day light, but to faint to be, shined on him like a spot light. “Emma?!” yelled Conner, he could feel her, he felt her sadness, her fear. “Emma!!”
“Be silent,” said a voice.
No one in there with Conner. Just the voice, not a maker of the voice to be seen. “What are you?” asked Conner, “What do you want?!” he stood now up all the way.
“We are the descendents,” the voice was from multiple women, deep voice ones, many women, not only ones with deep voices, “We are the end, we are your judge.”
“What am I being judge for?!” yelled Conner, suspiciously.
“We came to you, like a wind, a sudden person,” they said, their voice holding a threatening sound to it.
“Cordelia-” sighed Conner.
“Yes, we showed you the past, we showed you and now we’ve come to take something from you in payment,” said the voice.
“Payment,” repeated Conner, “YOU CAN’T HAVE EMMA, YOU WON’T TAKE HER FROM ME!!” he was hostile looking, his eyes yellow, his fangs revealed as he spoke, or yelled.
“Silly boy,” laughed the voices, “To love such a being as her, you fool.”
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, YOU WON’T TAKE HER!!!” he looked up at the light as he spoke, “I WON’T LET YOU!” his voice was demonic sounding at the end of his sentences, and when took in breaths there was a growl.
“You can’t stop us,” said the voice.
“COME OUT HERE!!!” yelled Conner, “FIGHT ME!! YOU WON’T TAKE HER, I NEED HER, I WILL DEFEND HER YOU THINGS!!!!” he took in a breath looking around.
The voice giggled, “Small man,” Conner was suddenly thrown against a wall and held there by the throat, “We have to power to take what we want. And Dare you speak to us in a such unforgotten manner, we spit to you.”
Conner held his throat, his feet off the ground. Breathing hard, taking in air, his breathing sounds of growls. He was thrown to the ground. Conner looked up at the light, “You can’t take her,” he growled.
Stood up he did, “YOU WON’T HAVE HER, She wont let you, and when I find you, NEITHER WILL I!!!”
“Boy, we said we were going to take something dear to you, we never said we take the girl,” said the voice.
Conner looked around him. He breathed in, didn’t know what they’d take.
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ANGEL STOOD WITH MARY. “What did you do?” asked Angel.
“I’m ready now,” stated Mary.
“For what?” growled Angel, “What?”
Mary walked towards him. Her eyes to his eyes, quickly she hit him in the face then spun around kicked him in the stomach. He landed on her coffee table and it broke from under him. She went to him quickly grabbed him by the shirt and punched him in the face.
She went to do it again. He blocked the blow blocked her other arm and threw her off him with vampire strength. Mary hit the wall behind her. Angel stood up quickly, “What did you do to yourself!!”
Mary stood up quickly jumped up and went to kick him, her moves were faster, harder, stronger, but not inhuman. More like grown man. He caught her leg and tossed her down.
She stood up and went at Angel again, Angel back up, blocked her next punch, block her next punch. She then head butted him and backed up from it. Angel shook it off and went at her again. She blocked his punch, punched back, then punched him in the face again.
He punched her in the stomach. Mary fell to the ground, she got back up and they circled each other. She went to punch him in the face. He caught her fist. Then she swiped her other fist across his face. As she kicked him in the stomach.
She spun around and kicked him in the chest. Then punched him in the face. He went backwards and went to kick her in the stomach. She jumped over his leg and spun out of the way of his blow then punched him in the throat.
Angel back up, blocked her next punch, block her next punch. She then head butted him and backed up from it. Angel shook it off and went at her again. She blocked his punch, punched back, then punched him in the face again.
“You’ve memorized our training,” said Angel.
Merry went at him to punch him, he caught her fist and twisted her arm behind her. Quickly she slammed herself up against him pushing him into the window behind him. They flew out of the window, stories up from the ground. Raining out now.
They landed at the bottom. In Alley next to the fire escape. Angel on the ground, glass in him, on his coat. Mary rolled off of him and went over to the trash and saw a chair and snapped the chair leg off, she then went towards him.
Suddenly he was behind her, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall, “Stop fighting me Mary.”
Mary punched him in the face quickly. Then she kicked him in the crotch. He went down on his knees. She elbowed him in the face and he went down. He rolled out of the way from her to get back up. Mary pushed him down quickly then went to hit the stake into his heart.
Angel’s eyes wide opened as She went to him, the stake. The stake went down to his chest, wear his heart was. Angel winced with pain. Suddenly Mary grabbed her arm and pulled away.
Angel’s blood was on her hand from the stake and touching the wound. She grabbed her left arm. Started breathing hard.
“Mary?” asked Angel pulling the stake out of his chest, the stake hadn’t made it far enough into his chest to kill him, and not at the right speed.
Mary fell backwards suddenly. Hit her head on the stone. Angel got up and went to her side.
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“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE FROM ME?” asked Conner.
“There’s pain involved,” said the voice, cockily.
“WHAT!?” roared Conner.
“Something you’ve always believed that you could never live without, ever since you were a child,” stated the voice, “We’ll take it from you.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TAK!!!??” roared Conner.
“Your soul,” stated the voice.
Conner’s eyes went wide, he backed up. Suddenly the light turned black. Darkness around him, his eyes bright in the dark. Conner went down on his knees the lights around him flipping, black, light, green, red. Conner heart quickened. Glowed in his chest, he started yelling in pain. Loud roars of pain.
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MARY LAY IN THE HOSPITAL, in her own bed. She liked like she’d almost died. Angel stood at the doorway, he slowly walked in. “You know you had a heart attack.”
She just looked at him, her face expressionless. Angel kept the talking up though, “I heard that the sedatives they put you on would keep you from talking for a couple of hours.” Mary just looked at him, “I know, Nina was your friend, and that you were close,” he sighed, “But what you did to yourself was stupid.”
“You could of died, that was major magical adrenalin shots you were taking,” said Angel, “As far as the doctors know, you were taking regular adrenaline shot though.” Angel walked slowly to her bed, “If you’d killed me, then you wouldn’t be here right now. Did you want to die, did Nina ever give you the idea that if she was to die you should too?”
He just looked for some kind of remark from her, “Huh?” Slowly Mary shook her head no.
“I didn’t think so,” said Angel, “Cause Nina was smart. And I know somewhere in that head you knew what you were doing was wrong. You are smart. You are.” He finalized his speech, “You just didn’t make a good decision.”
Angel turned to leave, he turned back to her, “And I suggest, no matter how angry you are don’t do that again.” He walked to the door and left….
*I might rate the next story R, I don't know.*
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