CHP; 6 Evil Reason
6 Evil Reason
Morning rose again. Wesley was shut up in his office reading, Conner, Spike, and Angel took turns watching Emma. Shifts. She didn’t do anything, just sleep through that night. Reese came down the stairs into the lobby.
He spoke quietly not to wake her, “Good morning.”
Conner, Angel, and Spike had built up rest and were down there’s together. They were healing, banged up, but healing. They looked at Reese then went back to their quiet stances there.
Spike then spoke out, “I want to know more about her.”
Conner rubbed the back of his head sleepily, “She’ll wake up, probably run off and go to get some more killing done.”
“You said,” Reese looked to Angel, “She came willingly at the end.”
“Yes,” said Angel, “Stabbed herself in the neck with one of those Tranks Andrew gave me.”
“She wasn’t always a killer, sweet girl, town hero,” sighed Reese, “Then things just changed.”
“Town Hero?” questioned Spike, “Like what did she do?”
“She fought demons saved lives, she was the hero, people loved her for it. But then she just kinda changed,” replied Reese.
Gunn walked into the room from up stairs, “If we could you know, find out what did this maybe we can fix this.”
“Realization,” said Reese.
“Realization?” questioned Angel, “How do you mean?”
“Well, Buffy gave her up to me, wanted to keep her safe till I was sucked into that dimension for excepting, along with the little baby in my arms. She might of found out that she was given up or, that she remembered things, unclearly, and things got mixed up in her head.”
“She’d think that Quortoth was payment from her mother for something she didn’t do,” said Conner.
“Buffy loved her, very much, Buffy was practically covered in water from tears giving that girl up, but there were just too many threats and she did,” replied Reese.
“She just misunderstands,” said Spike.
“Buffy loved her,” said Reese.
Emma’s eyes opened quickly. She rolled off the couch hitting the wall nearest to it. She grabbed on to it. She was just looking Reese in the eyes. She looked scared.
“Emma,” said Angel, “Calm down, just sit down.”
“Emma, they’re right, you need to calm down,” said Reese.
Emma backed up more if it wasn’t for a wall behind her, “Stay…. Away…. From… me,” she stuttered.
Reese walked towards her and she quickly moved away, “Emma,” he smiled at her, “ No one wants to hurt you.”
Reese came closer, 5 ft. Away. She was surrounded by everyone.
“We’ll follow you Emma,” said Angel, “So just stay right here.”
Emma backed into the stairs trying to step away. She had made it over there.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” said Reese, “Just, stay, here,” he demanded that last part.
Emma shot off up the stairs skipping steps, 5, 6 at a time. Conner, Angel and Spike followed her. She ran down a hall. The others followed, all of the ones that did ran towards her inhumanly, never keeping up though.
She ran down a hall and up some more stairs followed closely behind. Emma kept going. If she wanted to be chased onto the roof she would of gotten chased on to the roof. She ran into one of the rooms on one of the highest floors.
“Emma,” said Spike.
Emma just kept going and shot out the already broken window. Angel and them wouldn’t be able to follow her out there, Conner maybe.
“EMMA!!” yelled Angel.
Emma fell into the street below, people driving down there. She landed on a car smashing the top of it and ran into the road like she never jumped 5 stories. She ran off into an Alley cars swerving to miss her.
She ran into the back of the Alley jumped a fence and got into a corner with boxes all around thinking she wouldn’t be seen.
“Why’s he here?” she questioned heaving for breath.
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Angel, Conner and Spike came down the stairs, Gunn following them having tried the chase too. Reese stood there in the Hotel room. Illyria had come in from the basement.
“We lost her,” said Angel.
“Again?” questioned Reese, he rubbed his head, “This isn’t any good.”
“She’s going to run,” said Spike outraged, angrily.
“The white one’s child won’t run, she’s scared, I felt it, she won’t leave,” said Illyria.
“So, what’ll she’ll do!!!” demanded Spike.
Illyria just looked at him, “She will not kill.”
“How do you know that?” questioned Reese.
Illyria looked to Wesley’s office, “Wesley is gone.”
“What?” questioned Angel.
“I smell his fear in the air,” said Illyria.
“What’s that mean?” asked Reese.
“Wesley?!?” called Conner.
They went over to the office, no one had been in there for hours. They opened the door, things had been sacked. The desk was toppled over. Blood was on the desk. The notes were ripped a part. The books were practically destroyed.
“WESLEY?!” called Angel.
“He’s been taken, someone has kidnapped Wesley,” said Angel coming out of the office with Conner.
“Emma,” said Conner.
“Why would she kidnap him?” questioned Angel.
“When would she have time?” questioned Spike, “We took shifts.”
“What if, I fell asleep for a moment,” said Conner.
“She’s fast, I see it,” said Reese, “She could of kidnapped him in seconds.”
“That fast?” said Spike.
“That’s what an Emma kidnapping looks like, someone struggled, she must not have wanted to kill him right there,” said Reese.
Angel punched the wall, “Wesley is gone, Spike’s emotion case is GONE!”
“Maybe Wesley found out something she didn’t want him to know. She probably was afraid of me because I was always there for her, now I was going against her to make her stop. I made her life so good she relies on me to be on her side,” stated Reese like he had a big idea.
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In Quortoth: Emma was 11; Emma had a chain around her throat choking her. Reese was choking her with it.
“DID I MAKE YOUR LIFE TOO GOOD FOR YOU!?” he demanded smiling.
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Spike was standing there over the edge. Stressed, he didn‘t know what to think. They stood there quiet for a moment.
“I can’t do this,” said Spike, “I can’t handle this, I’m going.”
“We need to find Wes,” said Angel.
“No, I don’t give a bleedin’ damn about your British. I just need to sort through things, I’ll hone my own searches with a bottle of Jack Daniels,” finished Spike grabbing his jacket off of the bar and stomping out of the room down to the hall that lead to the basement.
“SPIKE,” called Angel, “This isn’t the time!”
“We must find Wesley,” said Illyria.
“I agree Illyria,” said Angel.
“I will teach this, Emma, lessons, if he is hurt,” said Illyria.
“Conner, you and Illyria get weapons go look around, just make sure Illyria doesn’t draw any attention,” commanded Angel, “We’re going to find Wesley, I don’t care how.”
Angel walked into his office and slammed the door behind him.
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Lilah walked down the halls of Wolfram & Hart. One of her male employees caught up with her.
“Ms. Morgan, you might want to see something we just got on video,” said the employee.
“Oh, would I?” said Lilah, “Does this have anything to do with the hot spots suddenly going less active?”
“Most possibly,” said the employee.
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Lilah walked into her office Hamilton stood in there looking at the large blank T.V. screen that would have been hidden in the wall.
“Lilah,” said Hamilton.
“Just sit down,” said Lilah getting in front of her T.V. screen.
“You seem happy,” said Hamilton.
“I have some answers,” said Lilah, “That’s what.”
“Answers?” said Hamilton, “I like the sound of that.”
The employee picked up the remote control to the T.V. He pressed the power button. A news reporter stood on a scene of a crime. That car that Emma had landed on was there.
“If you haven’t tuned in before this is the video tape our helicopters caught,” said the Reporter.
The video played.
“And it looks like the day will be without wrecks now,” said a happy voice.
“What the Hell!?” said the other pilot.
The camera quickly swerved and the video honed in on Emma. She had already come out the window.
“What the Hell, that’s a girl,” said the first Hwy reporter.
Emma landed on the car smashing it. Then she took off.
The woman reporter came back up, “And that was this incident,” she said pointing at the wreckage, “Could this murder, be accident, of course. No one has ever seen someone jump off a building and live to tell the tale the way this occurred. Now, could this murder have anything to do with the mass killings that were committed just last night.”
Lilah’s man turned the T.V. off, “And as it turns out, they do, we’ve gotten camera images of this girl. She’s not in the system.”
“Well, because she’s from Quortoth,” said Hamilton.
“Obviously,” said Lilah, “Check for child disappearances.”
“We have, this one, this child she was never heard of,” said The employee.
“Get a clear picture of her and look for close genetic facial matches. Blood, DNA.”
“Okay Ms. Morgan,” said the employee leaving the room.
“I take it this is what Angel was worrying about,” said Hamilton.
“Of course,” said Lilah, “That string of killings, slayers.”
“The Senior Partners want her on their side,” stated Hamilton looking at Lilah and smiling.
“What about that,” smiled Lilah, “From what I’ve seen so far, we should study her.”
“They won’t like you go against their orders.”
“I didn’t say I would, I said we should study her,” said Lilah. “That’s all, get some people out there, have them track her down.”
“And it begins,” laughed Hamilton.
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In Quortoth: Emma was 11; They were in their cave. The little Emma stood against the cave wall, she had no shoes and was rather dirty. Her hair was down to her shoulders, where her little animal skin dress began.
She looked afraid at Reese, Reese looked at her demandingly, “Come on, someday it wont be this hard. You’ll kill slayers like you kill vampires. It’s nothing.” 11 yr. Old Emma shook her head no. Reese walked over to her and hit her, he grabbed her by the hair and held her against the wall, “No, You’re going to kill the slayer, give her payback for what your mother did. You know I care about you, you know that your mother never. You know what you have to do.”
The Slayer moaned. The slayer Reese had been speaking about was chained to the wall in front of Emma, on the cave wall. The slayer had been beaten badly.
Reese went over to the nearby fire and got a sword out of it must have been used for torturing. He went over to Emma grabbed her arm, she tried to struggle out of his grasp. Her eyes turned yellow and she started scratching at his hand to get off hers.
Reese put the steaming sword across her hand and down it.
“NO!” screamed Emma, her skin burned, she could smell the burning of her flesh fill her nostrils, she kept screaming at him, “NO, NO, NO!!!”
“Your destiny is wipe these animals out. And think what relief it’ll feel,” smiled Reese kneeling down in front of her, he pulled the sword of her hand.
Tears went down Emma’s face, “No.”
Emma just looked him dead in the eyes as he cut her hand, she could take it from his grasp. Tears went down her eyes, she didn’t scream. She just looked at him angrily.
“Once she’s dead you’ll be one step closer to your revenge and knowing no one else will haft to go through what you go through. I’ll make it stop too, you’d like that,” he took the sword away and the wounds started healing, “I could do this forever,” Emma pulled her hand away, “give back the visions too,” Emma stood up, she just looked at the poor crying, moaning, hurt, beaten slayer, she wiped her tears with her dirty arm, Reese kept talking to her in an easing, comforting way, “One, another life, part of the beginning, to that end,” he stroke her dirty hair, “You’re beginning to being free of this beating.”
She didn’t want to do it, she just wanted to run away, she looked at the slayer, “How?” she wiped her face.
“The sword,” smiled Reese, “That one.”
Emma took the sword and walked over to the slayer. The slayer moaned.
Emma spoke in her sweet British accent, “I don’t want to.”
Reese stroked her back easing her towards the girl, “Just do what I told you, do what I showed you,” he whispered in her ear.
Emma went towards the slayer who was scared as well she started moving as best as her mutilated body would let her, “Don’t, you don’t have too!”
“Emma,” said Reese, “See, she lies, for her own ass. She doesn’t want to pay for her sins.”
Emma closed her eyes then with her left hand which held the sword she swiped it. That slayer was dead.
Emma pulled the sword away from the body. Blood dripped down it onto her little hand.
Reese smiled at her and held her in a hug, Emma dropped the sword and Reese looked at her, “See now, she’s in hell, paying, you did the right thing. One, step, closer.”
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Spike sat at the Bar of a nice place for demons. Even the bartender looked wrong. Spike was alone, drink from a shot glass a bottle of Vodka. He was thinking. Spike sighed to himself, “she can’t be a killer.” Took another drink.
A recognizable voice came from behind Spike, “Is that you Spike?” It was the smiling face of Clem.
Spike noticed him, he groaned back in reliance, “Clem Long time no see.”
Clem replied, “Whoa, hi, I heard you were dead.”
Spike didn’t answer for a moment, he filled his glass, “Yeah but things changed.”
Clem sat down next to Spike, “Well, lets catch up then. So, Well you seem exactly the same.”
“Looks ca be deceiving,” he took a drink from his shot glass and looked at the shine the light put on it, “I’ve been working with Angel.”
“I got me a new gig to, I’m a stripper,” sighed Clem, “I mean it’s not top wages, but hey, it pays the rent.”
Spike looked at him confused, “Well, your life seems to be working for you.”
“That’s right, no matter what the pay, I’m doing great. The women just love to see a man with muscles,” stated Clem.
Spike looked at him still confused, “Okay. Well I hope it works for ya.”
Clem smiled, “Yeah, I hope to go to greater things.”
“And another for me,” said Spike filling his shot glass.
“Buddy, It sounds like something is keeping you down,” said Clem.
“It’s nothing,” replied Spike looking at the glass’ containments.
Clem smiled, “Let me hear, I’m always here to talk.”
Spike looked at him, “No,” he said, not in a forceful manner just kind of like Clem couldn’t help.
“Come on Buddy let me hear it,” stated Clem.
“Fine, I’m a father,” said Spike taking a quick drink of the next shot.
“Oh, my, Spike that isn’t nothing it‘s a big deal. You’re a father when did you find out how old are they?”
Spike looked at the glass, “Yesterday, she’s 16.”
“16, hmm.. That doesn’t sound right, your what 131?”
“I know vampires don’t have children,” said Spike.
“Well I had heard Angel had a son but he’s the 1st vamp with a soul but you, I can’t imagine it,” said Clem scratching his wrinkly head.
Spike picked the glass up and looked at it closely, he slowly turned it looking at the reflective ness it had, “Me neither.”
“It’s a miracle Spike,” Clem plainly stated, “What’s making you so down, you should be happy?”
Spike looked at Clem, “I’m not supposed to be a father and she hates slayers, she’s a murderer. And has ran off and if she ever got into bloody sodding trouble worse then this, I couldn’t discipline her because she’s bloody freaking stronger than me.”
Clem replied, “Oh well,” he paused, “Who’s the lucky mother?”
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Emma was wearing the same jeans and a gray sleeveless jacket with a hood as she walked slowly down the sewers. Emma had a sword in her hand. Emma walked down a couple of tunnels and then heard some talking.
There was loud demon talking, some kind of demon Language was passed from them. Emma slowly walked down the tunnel following the jabbering. She came to a locked door. She cocked her head to the side when she saw that there was a welcome mat in front.
Emma held the lock in one hand and pulled a hair pen out of her pant pocket. She then bent it and put it into the lock’s key hole. She quickly opened the lock and pulled it off. Emma slowly opened the cement door and went in.
Emma knew the language she could understand them, “I fold,” said one demon.
Each of the demons in the room below were playing cards. The first one put down his cards.
Another demon agreed, “I fold too,” that one put his cards down.
Another one spoke, “So last week I was getting my nails done and I heard that things are really getting serious between Brad and Angelina.”
[There all males. And I just wanted him to say something weird.]
“You sure?” said another one.
5 demons down there.
The first one replied, “Oh, that reminds me, last week I had the best tasting baby in a long time.
Emma stood in a tunnel hole that lead to a ladder down into the small room they played cards in. She looked down at them.
Emma yelled down the hole in their language, “It’s bad to eat babies, they’re bad for digestion.”
She jumped onto the table they sat at smashing it landing in a crouching position holding onto the table. She quickly stood up on the rubble and swung around with the sword and slice one’s head off killing him.
Emma went onto a one handed back flip kicking 2 of the demons into the wall and then she landed on her feet. Emma had the sword in one hand hit one demon in the face with the handle [on her left] and jumped up from in front of the Demon and twirled around kicking him in the face up against the wall.
Then she stabbed him in the chest. She pounced on one of the demons up against the wall jumping off him onto the rubble and taking one by the shirt collar still holding onto the sword with the other hand and quickly flipped him onto his back. [The move I just tried to describe I saw on Buffy season 4 episode, I believe it was Initiative. The move was done by Spike when he was escaping, he flipped a doctor/scientist man.]
Emma sliced his head off. Then the last demon went from behind and tried to get her but she back kicked him in the stomach and quickly turned around then sliced his head off. She stood there for a moment looking at what she’d done to the wrinkly blue people with horns.
“Let’s see if you guys have anything good, and not once alive,” she said walking over to the frig. She opened up the small fridge. She gazed it. There was jars of blood and cans of grape soda in the fridge. She put her sword down, “Well at least they don’t get snockered up.”
She looked straight forward. Then QUICKLY [very quickly,] grabbed her sword swung around and clashed swords with Conner, [there was a clang sound.] They were Hardly even 4 inches away from each other. There swords were at each other’s necks. Illyria was standing below the way out.
“Oh it’s you. Conner right?” Emma said not taking her eyes from him.
“What did you do with Wes?” growled Conner giving her that same look.
“Wes? Oh your water boy,” said Emma, “I can’t say I’ve had the chance to beat on him yet.”
“Lie,” said Conner, “Tell me where he is.”
“1st of all this is pointless,” stated Emma.
“Cut her throat,” sneered Illyria.
“That’s why it’s pointless, “started Emma, “You need speed to get through a person’s neck with a blade. Another as soon as that blade hits my skin it’ll brake in half. And also, If I wanted you dead you would be,” finished Emma, There was a weird silence. They took their swords from each other’s necks. “Anyway, I‘m pretty much invincible. I only have the organs a vampire uses. Well of course I have a working heart and lungs though, it seems people forget that.”
Illyria didn’t phase her expressions, “You are incomplete.”
“You could say that,” said Emma looking at Illyria.
Emma went back to looking in the fridge.
“I don’t care. Where did you put Wesley?” demanded Conner.
Emma closed the door, “Can’t, I didn’t take him.”
“Liar,” stated Illyria.
Emma smiled, “Could I lie to you?”
“Yes, no one should trust you. Now where’s Wesley?!” demanded Conner.
Emma looked at him nastily, “I don’ t know, I have no need to capture up any of your spiteful groupies.”
Illyria came over to her and went to punch her to talk but Emma grabbed her fist, “I swear to it.”
Emma then kicked Illyria away and quickly leapt over Illyria. She landed on the ladder and climbed up leaving.
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Emma hadn’t been lying when she said she didn’t know. When she said she hadn’t taken him. She hadn’t.
Reese had. Reese stood before Wesley. Wesley was chained with his arms in the air to a wall in front of Reese.
“Shouldn’t have found so much out,” growled Reese.
“You’re evil you made her that way, you tortured her,” said Wesley disgusted, “You hurt her, you used her abilities to help you get revenge.”
“Duh, so where is Emma?”
Wesley spit on him, “Even if I did know I wouldn’t tell you.”
Reese whipped the Saliva off his face, “Why do you lie? You lie about what you say,” said Reese, he pulled a sword out of the sheath he had at his side, he looked at the blade, “I wonder if dead bodies lie.”
He stabbed Wesley in the chest. Wesley winced with pain.
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Angel stood in his office, Night hadn’t arrived yet. The room was clean again. Gunn came in.
“All those notes gone,” replied Angel.
“That’s a shame,” said Gunn, “The books?”
“Gone, destroyed, Emma really had something to hide,” said Angel, he sat in his chair, “Well, actually there’s not anything that child can hide.”
“You’re handling this very well,” said Gunn.
“Gunn, how am I supposed to handle this, there’s a raving mad girl out there. No doubt killing slayers, going to kill Buffy. For all we know, Wesley is already dead.”
“But what if he isn’t?” questioned Gunn.
“Then that’s the true miracle,” stated Angel.
“You love Buffy,” said Gunn.
Angel just looked at Gunn for a moment, “Yes, I love her.”
“It’s not just Wesley, it’s the fact that you think you don’t have her anymore,” said Gunn, “Honest Truth, that’s what I think you’re feelin’.”
“I’m not here to talk about my feelings,” sighed Angel, “I’m here to save people, like Wesley.”
“I don’t want him dead either,” said Gunn, “He’s one of my homeboys.”
“Been fighting with him on our side for years, so many memories, you know,” said Angel, “I’m not going to let this teenager just get away with this, whatever.”
“What’ll you do if it turns out we don’t get Wesley in time?” asked Gunn, “I’ll be pissed.”
“I hunt down Emma and we’ll figure out some way to vanquish her, something like that.”
“Buffy’s daughter, kill her,” said Gunn.
“Well she certainly hasn’t showed me any reason to think other wise,” said Angel, “As far as I’m concerned, Emma’s evil and she’s a problem.”
“I don’t think Spike will go for this,” said Gunn.
“I don’t care what Spike thinks,” said Angel.
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In Quortoth: 7yr. Old Emma was running through the desert of Quortoth the sky was red. Her feet were raw and bleeding she fell down tears were running along her cheeks. She was quiet and out of breath. She quickly got up after falling down and took her thin body on.
Emma ran into a cave. She went slower in the darkness. The area was cold, and damp, Slucks crawled on the walls as well, not many.
Emma walked slowly, she slipped down the rocks into a stream of water. She climbed onto a rock her feet healing. Water was dropping from the ceiling. Reese came in to the cave and looked down the hole where she had fallen.
“Emma you know you can’t run,” he said, “The beating will just make you stronger.”
“NO!!” Emma called back.
“FINE, you know you want to come out you’ll just have to come out on your own!!” said Reese angrily, “Stupid girl.”
Emma looked at the water in the dark, she heard Reese walked out of the cave. She heard the water drip on the rocks. Emma saw snakes in the knee deep water. One moved around in the darkness that was as big as her. It’s eyes glittering and sparking. She shook with fear sitting in a ball.
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Reese stood in the room he occupied now. He buttoned up his shirt. His hair was wet and from a shower and his face was clean shaven now.
“You know I spent 4 weeks in that hole because of you,” stated Emma standing next to the door.
He smiled turning around, “Emma?”
Emma’s voice was stern, “I’m not doing it anymore.”
Reese walked towards her, “You know I don’t want to hear that.”
“SHUT UP!! You ruined my life, raised me up to kill,” her eyes went wet and angry, “I never wanted to kill anybody!!”
“Emma you know you don’t think that.”
“YOU HURT ME!!” her eyes turned yellow, “They’ll find you out, you aren’t the one that can’t run, I’m not the bad guy,” she punched a wall making a hole and stared back at him, “I DIDN’T WANT TO KILL THEM!!”
Reese shoved her up against the wall and grabbed her by her hair, “NO!!” he roared, “You had to, the slayers have to pay for what they did to you. To me.”
Emma kicked him away from her.
“No I’m not coming back to you. You can burn in hell, I will not be your dog. Kill them yourself,” she replied.
“You know you’ll never be able to escape me and you’ll just have to kill the slayers. They don’t trust you they think your evil and never will except you into their little Angel gang.”
“I’m not going to kill for you ANYMORE!!!!”
Emma looked at him then left out the door.
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In Quortoth: 15 year old Emma; People were laid on the ground. Blood on the ground, death in the air. The air was warm, salty, dirty feeling against Emma’s skin as she stood there before the slayers. Her eyes were yellow, that only meant her vampire likeness of form. She was shaking and clammy.
Emma wiped her eyes. She didn’t see right. The slayers that were before her were tied to stakes like witches, they were beaten, not yet dead.
“Last words?” questioned Emma, she looked at them dizzily.
“Why, are you doing this,” moaned a slayer, “Please don’t.”
All the slayers looked like Buffy to Emma but they weren’t. Her ears hurt, her skin burned, her eyes burned.
She didn’t want to blink them. She’d cried so much her cheeks were soft with moisture. Emma felt a hate like fire in her throat. Her body ached.
Emma sneered at them, “Because of you.”
One pleaded to her, “We didn’t do anything to you.”
Emma laughed blinking, looking at everything in front of her like it was bright, “You think I’m crazy don’t you! I’m not crazy, I’m right. You disserve to pay for what you did to me.”
“Let us go,” pleaded the first one.
Emma ignored her.
Another one spoke to Emma, “You don’t have to do this.”
Emma rubbed her face, she spoke as if she was tired of them talking, tired, like she was being nagged, “But… I do.”
“No,” said one.
Voices shifted in Emma’s head quickly. Things went blurry and clear. Everything went like a smeared image, she felt so dizzy she could collapse.
The voices spoke quickly ‘Beat you, beat you’- ‘beat them’- ‘Make it end.’
“STOP IT!!” Emma demanded looked at them breathing hard, her words shaky, “STOP IT!!!!!!” she demanded.
She heaved for breath wincing. She wiped her face and knelt down. Emma pulled two stones out of her pocket. A water like substance had been dumped on the ground. The rocks were what we’d call flint. She quickly knocked them across each other making it spark.
The wetness of the earth went a light. The fire followed the path around the slayers who automatically started to struggle, some to weak to move at all. They screamed as they caught fire. Emma just watched like she was frozen. Frozen kneeling there watching them burn.
She blinked slowly as Reese stood behind her, “Good job, I‘m proud.”
“Is it all going to end, will you stop?” she asked.
“No, I’m afraid not, not till it’s all done,” he finished.
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Night had already arrived. Emma was walking down the streets, just walking. She no longer had the sword. Lilah got out of the back of a black van very slowly. She stepped towards Emma.
“Emma?” said Lilah, “Emma William Summers?”
Lilah was going towards Emma alone. Emma looked at her confused that she didn‘t know who she was. Emma just kind of stopped walking by that time.
“I’m Lilah Morgan, from Wolfram & Hart,” Emma just looked at her, “I don’t plan to hurt you.”
“I wouldn’t suggest trying either,” said Emma.
“Ah, British, I have an invitation for you,” she said stepping towards Emma.
There was three feet between them, “Stop where you are,” said Emma, “Get any closer you’ll leave here with your foot in your mouth, literally. Invitation?”
“The Senior Partners of Wolfram & Hart would be honored if you joined them, joined us,” smiled Lilah, “A long with you’re cooperation we’re willing to give you all the info you need about your existence with some simple tests. We can in other words, tell what you are.”
“I know what I am,” said Emma, “And aren’t you evil?”
“Well,” smiled Lilah, “We do, do things in a racy manner, I wouldn‘t call us evil.”
“I know what I am though, and I’m not evil.”
Lilah gave a small laugh, “But, I’m afraid you do qualify, now, you can join us or I’ll have some men of my slowly take you a part in what we call an Au-top-sy,” Lilah said the last word like Emma was stupid.
Emma replied getting in Lilah’s face, “Autopsy: Examination of a cadaver to determine or confirm the cause of death,” Emma pushed Lilah back into a light post, “also called; necropsy, postmortem, postmortem examination.”
“You really don’t truly want to know what you are,” said Lilah.
“I, am, half vampire. I am, a slayer’s daughter. I, am, bad. I am, strong, fast, I am a murderer, a killer,” sneered Emma, “I have done more then you’ve done in your life time, and that’s saying something.”
Emma pulled away from her.
Lilah looked at her confused, “Did you just say I was old?”
“I’m not going to work with you,” said Emma, “And if anyone is going to cut anyone open, I’d be doing the cutting.”
Emma walked off turning from Lilah.
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Spike walked into his place. It’d been cleaned up since Hamilton came in a had his rampage. Spike took his jacket off and sat it on the couch. Spike sensed someone in the room with him.
He turned around, “Who’s there?”
Emma stepped forward her hands in her pockets innocently, “Hi.”
“Emma?”
“Does Reese know where I am?” she questioned.
“I don’t think so,” said Spike, “Why, where did you go, I’m your dad, and…”
“I know that,” said Emma.
“Why did you run out of that Hotel?” questioned Spike.
“Can you keep him away.“ she looked at him, her eyes were teary she took her hands out of her pockets and held them nervously, “Please.”
“Why, did he do something?” he asked watching her every movement, he was amazed with her existence.
“I never wanted to kill anybody, he hurt me,” she paused, “Reese is a liar, filthy liar.”
“I don’t know what to do who to trust I don‘t know about you,” he said still amazed with her, something he never thought he’d have right before him. A genetic miracle, a miracle to him.
“Nobody trusts me,” she looked up at him tears coming down her cheeks, “Ask him what he used to do to make me kill those slayers.”
“Where’s Wesley?” questioned Spike.
“I don’t know, I didn’t put him anywhere I haven’t been near him. He probably found out something Reese didn’t want him to know,” she paused, “Reese wants me back to do his dirty work,” she paused, “he could control me for some reason, he used the dark arts, and that kind of stuff to make me think different, weak.”
“How did he get you to kill?” asked Spike, he came towards her and watched the tears of water lay on her cheeks.
Emma didn‘t keep eye contact with Spike, “There was a lot of magic, and torturing,” she wasn’t crying much but it pained her talk about it, “I’ve tried killing myself but it didn’t work, I’d wake up,” she folded her arms, “I wish he’d go away,” her eyes stopped suddenly like she had spaced out in whatever she was doing, she looked straight forwards as her voice trembled, “The beating will just make you stronger Emma,“ she looked down at the floor, she laughed a little.
“EMMA!” her yelled surprised Spike a little, he listened to her voice watching her, “Once she’s dead you’ll be one step closer to your revenge and knowing no one else will haft to go through what you go through. Then Reese takes the sword and it burns, puts it up against your skin,” she paused again, “I could do this forever,“ she growled, “EMMA, You filthy bastard child, you better be happy I haven’t taken your innocence right here, make you pay for disobeying me!!! Grabbed me by my hair. EMMA!! IF YOU DON’T DO IT I’M GONNA STICK THIS HOT SWORD IN EVERY HOLE IN YOUR BODY!!!” she looked up at him, “You don’t believe me probably.”
“He hurt you,” said Spike sympathetically.
She wasn’t keeping eye contact with him and trembling, she held her hands nervously, “He liked glass to, I don’t want him to hurt me. He’ll make me do it again, he will, I know he will.”
“He wont hurt you anymore, I won’t let him,” stated Spike.
Spike looked at Emma sincerely, he wiped her face with his hand, she pulled away.
“I need to go, umm, I’ll come back, later,” she said backing away.
“No, you can stay,” said Spike.
Emma shook her head no and backed to the door out and left.
Spike stood there for a moment, he growled, “Reese.”
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Day came. Angel came out of the basement into the Lobby. Gunn, Illyria, and Conner were there. Illyria was just standing there. Conner was putting up weapons.
“I’ve looked all over and can’t seem to pick up Wesley’s sent,” replied Angel.
“I will seek vengeance,” said Illyria.
“We definitely didn’t find Wesley,” said Conner.
“I’ve called around Angel,” said Gunn, “I guess having Wesley back was just too good to be true.”
“He’s not dead,” said Angel, “He just can’t be dead, I don’t feel like he’s dead.”
“His presence weak, the presence of death,” sighed Illyria.
“Where’s Reese?” questioned Conner.
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There was a knock at the door of Spike‘s place. Spike went to the door and opened it. The one and only Reese stood there.
“Come in,” said Spike closing the door behind him.
Reese walked in, “So what did you want to talk about?”
“Take a seat,” said Spike, Reese took a seat at the table of the room.
“Explain this to me, why is Emma so scared of you?”
“I don’t really know,” sighed Reese, “She’s probably trying to trick us all, Maybe not just scared.”
Spike smiled, then quickly flipped the table, “I don’t believe you.”
Then magically, Spike’s smile was gone.
“I would never hurt Emma,” stated Reese.
QUICKLY Spike threw him up against a wall with his vampire strength, “Some how I just don’t believe you.”
“Hey I told you the truth.”
“Let’s see, Hmm… She grew up having a bad life,” growled Spike.
“Yes,” said Reese.
“You raised her so, IT’S YOUR FAULT!!!” he paused looking him in the eyes, he paused, “I just had an idea.”
“Good thing I was prepared for this,” said Reese.
They were quiet for a moment, “What?” questioned Spike.
Reese then started smiling at him, “ I’m guilty entirely. Emma is real gullible when you threaten her sharp objects and fire.”
“I thought so. You know you curl under the heat.”
“You know, what kind of magic I had to conjure up to knock her down a notch,” he laughed at Spike angry eyes, “Or several.”
“What reason?” asked Spike.
“I hate slayers, I was a watcher for five years, slayers just because they were more powerful they just had to whip on me. Slayers are sick things Spike and they shouldn’t live you should know, you‘ve killed two,” said Reese, “But I knew I could use Emma, she’s so powerful, special. I knew I could just wield her power. And Torturing her was the only way, I tortured her till she went plain crazy.”
“You tortured my daughter,” stated Spike angrily.
“Boy I did,” he smiled wider, “Last time I saw her kill a group of slayers she was tortured sick. I made where she would see things, forced those visions on her. I had it all planned out. Tortured her when ever she didn’t do as I said. I did it, having a slayers daughter to play with, that made it more fun.”
Spike walked over to him. Reese shot and arrow at Spike from some sort of gadget up his sleeve. Spike caught the arrow and took it then went over to Reese:
“Shouldn’t have done that,” said Spike plainly.
He went up to Reese and Jabbed the arrow into his groin. Then took it out. Spike threw the arrow down and then he punched Reese and dragged him over to the stove. He turned the pilot light on.
“You said that she was burned well you will be too,” said Spike dipping Reese’s head over the pilot light.
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Night arrived. Emma walked a lone in the empty cemetery. She was alone. She was looking for a vampire, something to take her mind off of this.
“He actually believes me,” sighed Emma.
She wiped her face and just stood there feeling the smooth air blow by. There was suddenly the sound of guns cocking. A lot of them. Emma stopped dead in her tracks.
“You are here by under custody of Wolfram & Hart,” said one.
There were W&H operatives. They surrounded Emma. She looked at them. There was a black van on the nearest form of a road. Emma backed up.
“Don’t move, you can either come willingly or, well, not,” replied the operative.
Two of the men had a net. Emma looked at them all.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” growled Emma, her eyes went yellow.
Emma back flipped twice quicker then they could shoot and kicked one across the face and grabbed the gun from his dead grasp. She smashed it across the one on her left’s face. She slammed the barrel into the one that just came along, [on her right,] got him in the chest. She just dropped the gun.
She jumped up and twirled around ejecting the blades into the heads of tow of them severing them. Emma landed on her feet and threw her fists forward stabbing two in their heads. She started getting shot abruptly from the semiautomatics. Blood splattered and she was pushed back from the force. But she didn’t really seem to stop. Her blades retracted.
“Get the Tranks!!” demanded one.
Emma jumped up and flipped backwards landing on one in a crouching position. She jumped up off his dead body and kicked two in the heads killing them. She did a back flip after the kick and landed on another one killing him too.
Emma stood up abruptly and twirled around kicking one in the face. One came from behind, one from in front of her. Emma elbowed the one behind her in the face and did a 160 turn and punched the one in front of her in a flowing motion. Emma got shot in the throat by a tranquilizer.
She fell to the ground quickly. Then she pulled it out as they came towards her. The net was draped over her. And she was injected again. Emma tried to take the net off. And operative went to pick her up. Emma pushed him off.
2 grabbed each foot. Emma tore at the net getting sleepy quickly. She pushed at the men and they picked her up. She kicked at them and scratched. She bit one.
“Shit,” growled the man as he pulled away.
Emma struggled to get them 8 men that now had a hold of her, off. She started getting weaker as they tossed her into the van on top of a metal table that was low to the van ground. Two men where in there. They had rubber gloves. Emma’s eyes started closing as pulled the net off.
Two more men got into the van. “Alright lets do this, we don’t have long till the tranquilizers wear off,” stated one.
The van had begun moving and as far as they knew Emma was a sleep. One removed the Tranquilizer from her arm. Another grabbed a sterilized knife. Suddenly Emma grabbed two of them by the necks and looked at them angrily. She gripped her hands the right way and they died right there.
She threw them at the other two at the end of the van. The back doors flew open of the van and one of the men flew out, 3 more a live, 2 up front, one dangling out the back. It didn’t matter that there was some in a hummer behind the van. Emma grabbed the man out of the passenger seat with the semiautomatic and threw him up against the ceiling denting the metal.
The driver swerved as he drove past other cars. He was in a state of panic. Emma tossed the passenger out the back door onto the high way where the hummer ran him over. The one that was dangling out the back was try not to fall so he wouldn’t be destroyed by fast cars.
The man did his best to get back on then grabbed a gun and started shooting. Emma started ducking them and went at him got down against the table not getting hit.
A U turn was being made for some reason and everything in the van started shifting. The man almost shot the driver. The hummer started coming up the back of the van in a bad way, tailgating. Emma smacked her fist against the man’s head.
“Don’t use that here, you’ll kill the driver!” she said smacking him up against the head again.
Emma grabbed the gun from the man’s hand and turned it on him then tossed it out the van. The man was following back out of the van. Emma went at him and slammed her hands down on his making him loose all grasp and he fell out. The hummer ran over him.
The hummer was getting closer. The driver still panicking.
“STOP WHATEVER YOU GUYS JUST DID!!” he demanded pointing a gun back in the back. Emma watched his swerving hand and the fire arm.
Quickly Emma came up from behind him. Her eyes still in the state of anger. She bit into the drivers neck. The driver blew off a couple of shots hitting the hummer behind them. The man drove against the sides of buildings and parked cars knocking them around.
Emma then pulled away blood on her mouth. She licked her mouth as the man was dead. She then ran out the back as the dead man’s driving got really bad. She jumped out the back and landed on all fours on top of the hummer.
Inside the men started loading there guns up and shooting at the ceiling. Emma dodged most the bullets and quickly she smashed her fist through the top of the car and killed the driver. Emma jumped off the hummer and rolled out into the road. She rolled onto the side walk. People swerved and wrecked.
Emma stood up and ran off.
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Spike was still with Reese. Reese was against the wall next to the bed. He was breathing heavy, like he had a hard time. He had burns all over him, and there was a stabbed in different places. Spike came back over to him.
Spike slammed Reese against the wall, “You still happy about messing with my child, I don‘t trust people that look as guilty as you. I never trusted you in the 1st place.”
Reese laughed at Spike, “Her mind was so wonderful.”
Spike went vampire faced, “Is it wonderful now?”
Spike bit into his neck. He drank his blood, the blood that didn’t enter his system dripped down his mouth. Reese gasped for breath. The door opened into the place, Emma walked in. Emma still had the bullet holes in her. Blood splattered on her hair, blood all over her clothes.
“Reese?” questioned Emma, a feeling came over Emma, a feeling of something rising inside her.
Spike stopped and looked at her, Reese wasn’t dead yet, “Emma, you’re here?”
There was a pause and Reese was smiling.
The feeling rose into Emma quickly, like a cold breath, like a resting sleep. When well, she wasn’t really all that sleepy. Just a rising sense.
“Kill him,” said Emma.
Spike then finished Reese off. Spike dipped his face into Reese neck drink in the blood of Reese. When Reese was dead he dropped him and changed his face back.
Spike looked at her wounds, his voice sounded worried, “What happened.”
“Wolfram & Hart,” said Emma, “I messed them up though.”
“Sit down, we’ve got to get those bullets out,” stated Spike.
“I can,” said Emma, Emma’s eyes turned yellow.
“Emma?” questioned Spike.
She winced in pain and all the bullets fell out of her and the blood went back into her body. The blood in her hair disappeared, she just looked like Emma. Thanks to the rain she wasn’t dirty anymore. She opened her eyes wide then she looked up at him. Emma’s eyes went back to normal quickly.
“You okay?” asked Spike.
“I’m fine,” said Emma.
“Are you sure?” said Spike.
“I’m getting used to being shot,” said Emma.
Emma looked at Reese’s dead body on the floor, “You Buggaring Bastard.”
“You were right,” said Spike, Emma just looked at the body.
“He’s gone,” said Emma not sure about what she was seeing, “He’s dead.”
Emma pushed her hair out of her eyes. She didn’t speak.
“I take it you don’t have anywhere to go, you stay here,” said Spike, “I’m new at this, I’ve never had a daughter.”
Spike leaned into her and hugged her tightly. Emma didn’t know how to act. She just let him. She hugged
him back. Emma pulled away realizing something as she had stared at that dead body.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
Emma ran out the door.
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Emma ran into the chamber. There were many demons there now guarding Wesley who was at the end of the chamber. She walked past 2 of the demons and stabbed one, then she swung around and stabbed another on her other side.
Wesley was hanging on the wall bleeding to death. Emma was ambushed from behind and kicked one demon then ripped his head off she dropped the sword. Emma used her palm and jabbed it into the demon’s chin then kicked him in the groin and flipped him she took him by the shirt and threw him into a wall another demon as it came to attack her.
She back kicked him, ducked his punch, then punched him in the stomach and then she rammed his head into the wall. Emma grabbed him by the head a broke his neck. The first demon came at her.
She Punched him in the head killing him. Another demon attacked her she jumped up and kicked him in the side of the head killing him.
“Sorry, I’m kinda in a hurry,” she looked forward, “Wesley?” Wesley looked up at her dizzy like from the loss of blood, “I knew you be here.”
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The gang stood in Angel’s office like in a time of mourning.
“We can’t give up it’s night we should be able to give a better search,” said Angel.
“We’ve tried everything we can get our hands on,” said Gunn.
“No we haven’t, he’s a colleague, a friend, family we need to do everything in our grasps. If we don’t find him I’m going to kill Emma, I swear to it,” stated Angel.
Emma answer from the door way, sarcastically, “Going to try to kill me are you?”
They all turned to look at Emma who was holding Wesley by his shirt.
“You brought him back,” said Illyria.
“Yeah, but I never had him, Reese did,” said Emma setting Wesley in one of the chairs.
“He looks dead,” said Conner.
“What happened?” questioned Angel.
“Reese,” replied Emma.
Emma crouched down and put her hand over Wesley’s chest wound. Wesley felt that refreshed feeling he had experienced at one time when waking from the dead. He took in a deep breath pulling his head up from it’s hanging position it had previously been in.
The wound healed itself. Wesley looked like he hadn’t been tortured anymore. Everyone was amazed.
“Where’s Reese then?” questioned Angel.
“It was Reese,” said Wesley standing up as Emma did.
“So you didn’t take him,” said Gunn to Emma.
“No, Reese thought I was getting to close to knowing that he tortured her to kill slayers, Emma‘s victim, not evil.”
“He tortured you?” questioned Angel.
“And he wont anymore,” said Emma.
“ Thankfully, She saved my life,” said Wesley.
Angel just stood there folding his arms, “You’re not evil?”
“Obviously,” she folded her arms and looked around the room, “Everyone happy now?”
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