Authors Note:.....REVIEWS...please?
Over in LA
Cordy Angel and Weasly sat around the main hall to the Hypirian.
“3’s,” asked Weasly stifling a yawn, “ wait, make that 5’s I’m felling lucky
“Go fish,” said both Cordy and Angel in unison
“Alright,” Weasly said getting up off the couch and stretching, “enough is enough, we agreed to stay up with you Angel but this is where I draw the line,”
“He’s right Angel, there’s only so many times I can say fish in one night,”
“Guy’s” said Angel, looking desperately tired, “ If you leave me I might fall asleep and Connor might start crying and a well-fair lady might come and take him and I might get angry and kill her and then that might make me perfectly happy and I might go evil and kill you all!!!”
His two best friends just stood their eyes wide open
“Angel,” said Cordy cautiously, “why don’t you go upstairs and sleep. Me and Wes can watch Connor for you,”
“I’m sorry,” Angel groaned collapsing on the couch, “ I’ve just been so exited I don’t want to miss something, any thing, I want to be there when he smiles, when he cries, I want to be there when he laughs, I want to be there very time so I don’t forget it,”
“Forget it?” asked Weasly concerned, “ Why would you forget it?”
Angel sighed and sat up proply to face them, “ Because every time something good happens to me some one takes it away, Buffy, the morha demon blood, Doyle, Darla’s humanity,” he paused, “…Darla in general,”
Cordelia was about to respond when they were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.
“Wow,” the voice was that of a medium height woman with long chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, looked as if she had been run over by a train or worse, her hair was burned and full of a mix of blood and dirt, and her clothes were filthy, scars were all over her face and she was limping, she might have been quite pretty had it not been for those factors.
“If I new or cared about what you were talking about my heart would be breaking,”
“Who are you, Asked Angel standing up to greet her
“I’m the helpless,” her accent wasn’t local it sounded Australian almost
“What happened to you?”
“Vampire,” said the woman dumping a bag on the floor, “ and his which friend, in Sunnydale,”
Angel flinched at the mention of the town but continued the interrogation, “I have a friend in Sunny Dale, she deals in this area to, and I’ll give her-”
“NO,” she shouted an edge of hysteria in her voice, “ I mean, if it’s Buffy Summers I don’t want her help, she and I have a history of, high school badness, there was a thing and it was…bad,’
“You still haven’t answered Angels question,” interjected Cordelia, growing more suspicious, “Who are you,”
“Elise, Elise Evria,” She answered without flinching
“Do you really think the vamp will come after you again, I mean seriously he probly already found a new dinner?” said Cordy determined not to let her win
“This wasn’t about feeding, it was about hunting,”
“What’s the difference?”
“Simple,” said Elise, “ Motive, when something goes feeding it doesn’t care what it brings home so long as it hits the spot, but to hunt, it knows what its looking for, it has a target and it won’t stop until it gets to it,”
“And you’re the target,”
“Yeah guess so,”
“So,” said Weasly rubbing his stubble in thought, “ hoe do you know about vampires?”
“Well pre-target goodness they killed my boy friend, William, thts why I’m the target, the hunter is the one that did it,”
And the hunter, can you give me a description of him,”
“Better, I got a photo of him, and his which,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out 2 photos, one of a man in a black duster and bleached hair with a caption reading “William the bloody”
“Spike” muttered Angel, a look of disgust on his face, ‘we’ve met, lets see the other one,”
Slowly Elise handed over the photo. It was of a blond girl, about Cordy’s age, small to medium build, very pretty, but nothing special, the caption read, “Tara Maclay”
“So,” said Elise nervously, “ring any bells?”
The three stared at the photo for a moment and re-read the caption Finally Angel stood up to stare Elise in the eye, “Spike is vampire I new for a while, he’s cunning, fast and dangerous, and I’d do a lot to get y own from him,”
“And the girl?”
Angel stared down at the caption
“Tara,” he questioned, “…never heard of her,”
“Well,”said Elise, an evil grin playing around hr lips, “ isn’t that something,”
“Here,” said Angel motioning for Elise to step inside room 186, “until we get back this can be your room,”
The words had barley left his mouth when Angel was thrown out of the room and landed flat on his back.
“Guess I need an invite then,” he mumbled getting to his feet
“oh,” said Elise giggling, “Well then, I invite you in,”
Finally regaining his balance Angel walked into the room. Elise sat down on one of the bed and sighed, “thank you so much,” she gushed, brushing a strand from her eyes.
“It’s alright, “he said, “ joining her on the bed, “Although,” his tone suddenly became serous, “There’s a catch, you tell me why you really didn’t go to Buffy,”
“Oh well,” she said keeping her cool, “ I thought it best not to tell some one who was, how shall I say, sleeping with the enemy,” she batted her eyes innocently,”
“Sleeping with-” comprehension dawned, “ she wouldn’t, not with him, what happened the that army dork she was with,”
“He left, went to go be an army dork again,”
“I was wondering why she kissed me, but that scum, you’re lying,”
“If I were lying, you wouldn’t need to tell me I was would you now,?”
Angel’s face broke, disgust and revolution covered every inch of him, but Elise could see what was really there. Pain. Pure and simple he was hurt. Spike was filth, evil, degusting filth, he killed innocents with a song in his heart and she.. she knew and she still….with him.
“He put a spell on her, he must have,” said Angel franticly, “She would never,”
“You must be right,” said Elise seizing her opportunity, “A spell it got to be, please, help me kill him,”
“Oh I won’t kill him, ”He said, his pain having been replaced with rage, “I’ll destroy him,”
“Alright, here’s the plan,” Angel instructed to his team, “I’m going after Spike and that Tara chick, Fred, your coming with me I need someone who can move around in daylight, El-”
“Hold on,” came Weasly’s voice, ‘why Fred? Why not gunn or myself I’m sure we could be of-”
“True you and Gunn are stronger, that’s why I need you here, Holtz is still at large meaning Connor is still in danger I need you two here to protect him I need people I can trust here cause,” he broke of, “Cause when I get back I don’t want to have to miss him,”
“Angel,” said Cordelia, a little two quietly, “can I talk to you for a moment,” she glanced around, “in private,”
“Sure,” said Angel bemused
He followed her into Weasly’s office and shut the door.
“Cordy can we make this quick cause-”
“What the heck is going on here!!!”
“What do-”
“I mean what am I supposed to do, we both know I can’t fight so why leave me here, I mean I can also drive and am yet to go crazy!”
“Cordy I-”
“You said it your self you’d be willing to bet your life that you could win, Angel-”
“That’s right Cordy my life!!!” he yelled, “I’d be willing to bet mine and evry bodies in that room’s bar Connors lives! Hell, just by going down there I’m betting Buffy’s life!” taking a deep breath he continued, “I would be willing to at this moment stake my life along with a thousand others that I will win this fight, but I’m not willing to stake yours,”
With that he turned around and stormed out leaving Cordy to contemplate what he’d said.
At nightfall Fred and Angel set out for Sunnydale, leaving Gunn, Weasly, Cordy and Elise at the gates to the Hypiron. Connor was inside sleeping so after several minutes of just standing there he decided to go cheek on him.
“Hey little warrior,” he whispered into the crib, “your daddy’s got to go hack and slash at some evil as-… butted Vamp, he’s also a vamp but a good one, ,” he paused to think about his own father, “you’ll be proud of your dad one day ,one day soon I’m betting,”
Gunn leaned down and picked up the tiny boy and went and sat down in a high-backed chair. And for the remainder of the night he sat there with Connor, and the only sound that the baby ever made was the soft little noise of him breathing.
“Why the long face,” asked Weasly, tiredly as himself and Cordelia sat on the lounge, “It’s just,” she paused looking for the right word, “different, him not being here, I keep expecting to here him come down stairs whining about his blood you know,”
“How sweet,” said Weasly holding back a laugh, “but he has to do this, if Spike really does have Buffy under a spell then Angel must do very thing he can to stop him,”
“But that’s just the thing, why would Spike put Buffy under a spell if raggedy ann upstairs is his target?”
Weasley’s face had a look of deep concentration on it, “I’m beginning to suspect that Elise isn’t telling us every thing, and if I may say so my self, Go you!”
“Why thank you,” said Cordelia, pretending to blush, “but I can’t help but think I’m forgetting something about Spike, something Willow told me on the phone. Spike has a chunk,” she tried hopelessly, “spike has a chimney, cherry, cheep-”
Sensing that she was going to be going for a while Weasly felt the time had come for refreshments, “would you like some chips?”
”Chips!” shouted Cordy staring at Weasly as if he was her god, “Chips would be great right now, chewy, chimp, chin, choker chain-”all of a sudden she stoped and a blank look appeared on her face, “WEASLY!” she shouted urgently, “Vision a girl, younger than me, pretty, blonde, there’s vampire, GO!”
Weasly did as she said and grabbed a stake; there was no need to wake Gunn. Just as he walked out their door Cordy’s face froze
“No,” she muttered shaking her head, “Not now, not when, stop, it’s not,”
But as much as she tried Cordy couldn’t shake the images of Drucilla forming in her head.
Gunn was just floating off to the land of nod when Cordy came bursting through the door.
“Gunn, I just sent Weasly after a vampire from my vision then I got the full frontal and it’s Drucilla! You have to go help him!”
“I’m on it,” he ran up to Cordelia handed her the baby before continuing out the door.
“Gunn!” yelled Cordy behind him. He stoped, “Just grab Weasly and the girl and get out of their Kay?”
Gunn merely nodded and ran down stairs grabbing a battle-axe on the way.
“Cordy was breathing heavily, If Wes or Gunn got hurt it would be her fault. She slowly walked down the stairs and plonked down on the lounge.
“Well,” said a voice from behind her. Cordy turned to see Elise standing on the stairs, after a good nights sleep a shower a and a change of clothes she was looking better, her hair was clean and tucked gently behind her ears, her face was blood-free, and her clothes, where did she get those clothes they weren’t Cordy’s. They sure a hell weren’t the ones she was wearing when she arrived. Elise smiled at the look on Cordy’s face. “Cordelia,”Her eyes lit up and her smile turned to an evil grin.
“Alone at Last,”
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