Fallen Angel: Part 3- A Ray of Hope
by Angelisa
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, although they have been twisted for my own use. I apologize profusely to Joss Whedon for my butchering of his creation. Buffy The Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network. Wow, that's a mouthful!


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Part Three: Ray of Hope

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Angel looked at Whistler for moment. Then he lowered his head.

"Just in my mind," Angel muttered. "Just another hallucination."

"Naw Angel, I'm real. Real as you are anyway. Come on, snap out of it. I can't get you out of here on my own."

"You're not really here."

Whistler crouched down beside Angel.

"Look, I know Lucas has put the bad mojo on you," he said, "but you're stronger than he thinks. Come on Angel, you know I'm real."

Angel looked up again. He examined Whistler carefully.

"You got a point," he said. "Only the real Whistler could dress that bad."

"Heh, well, at least I know you ain't a lost cause. Here, I know you're hungry."

Whistler rummaged around in his bag for a moment. Finally he produced a dark colored bottle. Angel could smell the blood already. His mouth watered and his stomach clenched.

"Oh god," Angel moaned.

Whistler opened the bottle. The smell was overwhelming. It filled the whole cell. Whistler handed it to Angel.

"Easy," Whistler warned.

Angel grasped the bottle in his hands and held it to his mouth. He gulped it down barely even tasting it. His eyes closed in bliss. It warmed his whole body from the stomach out. The bottle dropped from his hands and shattered on the floor.

"More," Angel gasped.

"Yeah, I got more, but I don't think you should drink it so fast. You coherent enough to talk?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Look, I can't get you outta here on my own. It's up to you. But you gotta get outta here. The kid still needs you."

"The kid?"

"Buffy."

"Buffy--."

Angel fell silent. His head fell until his chin touched his chest. He wondered how far off his hallucination would be. She had stabbed him once. Besides, he had no idea how much time had passed out there. For all he knew, she was with someone else and had all but forgotten him. He wouldn't blame her for wanting to kill him if he returned.

"Angel?" Whistler said. "You still home in there?"

"Huh? Uh--yeah--yeah I am."

"Good to hear. She needs you, pal."

"Wait a minute." Angel looked back up. "How did you get here?"

"Angel, this a Demon Realm, I'm a demon. I can come and go here. Though I did have to be careful. Lucas ain't stupid. He knows I'm not on his side."

"Who's Lucas?"

"Head honcho. He runs this place."

"He's the Devil."

"Naw. Not really. That's the literal, in the Bible Hell you're talking about. This is a Realm. It ain't really Hell. And Lucas is head demon. I guess he kinda built this place. And he wants you bad."

"I-I don't get it."

"Don't worry about where you are. This is a dimension, remember. The important thing is getting you back to Buffy. And getting you the hell outta here. If you'll excuse the expression."

"I'm chained. They won't give. Even when I was first here. They are charmed or something."

"He keeps you here cause you let him."

"What?"

"These chains are strong because you let them. You think you belong here. Your guilty conscience tells you that you that you deserve this torture. Snap outta it."

Angel looked down at his chains. They looked like normal chains to him, and normal chains were usually breakable to a vampire. He had done it before.

"I-I don't know..." He said slowly. "Maybe more blood."

"Heh, you're hopeful ain't you? No Angel, I gotta know if it's worth it. If you can't do this, well, you'll never get outta here."

Angel flexed his muscles. He strained at the links, trying to find their weakness. They didn't give. Angel's face "vamped out" with the effort. The chains stayed tight around him.

"Come on, come on," Angel grunted.

He could finally feel the chains start to slack. They weren't quite as tight. He pulled harder. The chains made squeaking noises as they began to pull apart. Angel snarled again and the chains popped off.

"Told you," Whistler said.

Angel rubbed his wrists. They were sore, but it felt good to be without the chains. He looked up at Whistler.

"So, now I can get some more blood?"


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