Chp; 8 Another Halloween Party To Remember.
8 Another Halloween Party To Remember
Angel was having a good night. All things considered, fighting, ‘Patrolling.’ Doing a small bit of the riding of the world of evil. His night was doing drastically well since the whole Emma and Conner brawl situation.
Everything was nice, till a woman walked up to Angel after he dusted a vampire on top of a building.
Angel looked to her, “Lilah.”
“Hello Angel,” smiled Lilah.
“Now, why are you around?” asked Angel.
“Oh, just causing Hell,” she smiled.
“I see,” stated Angel.
“I’ve got a little bit of a situation,” stated Lila bashfully, if that’s possible.
“What is it, I mean I won’t help,” stated Angel adjusting his coat sleeves, “But doesn’t mean I’m not here to listen.”
“Oh, don’t pester me,” said Lila.
“I think you’re the one that found me,” said Angel.
“Well then, let me just say on my part, I don’t want to kill you.”
“You’re a bad Liar Lilah,” said Angel.
“Well that just makes me want to cry,” stated Lilah sarcastically.
“I hope so,” said Angel.
“Now, to the point my dead friend, times a wasting,” she said, she had been holding an envelope that entire time, “Here.”
Lilah handed him the envelope, Angel looked it on the outside, “So what’s this about?”
“Oh, it’s what I call a little gift,” said Lilah.
“What is it, a curse, virus, coupons to Wal-Mart,” questioned Angel.
“No, it’s something I hope you appreciate, because well you owe me.”
“I owe you, what?” asked Angel.
“83,000 dollars.”
“What?” questioned Angel his eyes getting wide, “What for?”
“Well,” she replied as she walked away, “A couple dozen operatives, 4 scientists, A hummer and a van.”
“I didn’t do anything,” said Angel.
“No, but a pretty young lady with a mean amount of strength did,” smiled Lilah.
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Spike opened his eyes slowly once it had become 9:00am. He was asleep on the couch Emma’s head was in his lap and she was asleep. Spike looked down at her. Her light brown hair laid off her face onto his black denim lap.
He looked around a little bit then back at Emma, he spoke to the sleeping girl, “I have no idea when you’ll get up.”
She opened her eyes slowly. Her eyes shined, being the same color as Spike’s as she looked up at him.
“Well, now you’re awake,” said Spike.
Emma looked up at him. She picked up his right hand and looked at it. Playing with his fingers.
“You’re left handed,” she stated.
“Yes,” said Spike.
“I’m left handed,” said Emma, “Like you.”
“Well I’m up and awful bit early aren’t I?” questioned Spike.
“Whenever works,” said Emma.
Spike looked at her in the eyes, “Does me being a vampire frighten you at all?”
Emma shook her head ‘no’, “I don’t care.”
“Really?” asked Spike, he went vampire faced, “This doesn’t frighten you?”
Emma sat up, “No, I think it’s kind of cool.”
She turned to looked at him, Spike just looked at her with that hideous transformation, “Cool?”
“Yeah,” she said leaning towards him and touching his forehead, “You don’t have any eyebrows when you do that.”
“I guess I never really paid attention,” said Spike.
Emma looked at his teeth, “I don’t understand though why your teeth have to be all jagged.”
“I don’t know,” said Spike, he turned back.
Emma made her eyes go yellow, “My teeth aren’t jagged.”
She opened her mouth up and showed him, he laughed, “Your eyes are yellow.”
Emma looked at him, “Yup.”
“I like the other ones,” said Spike.
Emma turned her eyes back, “I think it’s cool, I’ve been able to do this since I was about 4.”
“I think we should go over to Angel’s,” said Spike.
Emma folded her arms kneeling on the couch, “Why, what if that bleeding twit is there?”
“Don’t fight him,” said Spike.
“I can’t stop that.”
“Yes you can, you’re a big girl, I think you can be in the same room without tearing that room or each other up.”
Emma looked down, “I’m not evil.”
“I know you’re not evil, that’s just what he says,” said Spike.
“The other’s believe him,” sighed Emma.
“So, I don’t, you don’t, you aren’t evil, that’s the only thing that bloody matters.”
“I still don’t like him,” said Emma.
“Then ignore him, or beat him up again, as long as he doesn’t die, or you get hurt I don’t care.”
“Yeah, real fatherly,” smiled Emma.
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Angel sat at his desk looking at his Halloween card. It had a pumpkin patch on the front of it and then when he opened it ghosts would be yelling boo.
Angel read the little rhyme written inside, “Savor the day, live in the youth, Endoreth Louth,” he closed the card, “Endoreth Louth?” he scratched his head, “Endoreth Louth? Oh, Happy Halloween.”
Conner knocked on the door to the office, Angel looked to the door, “Conner?”
Conner walked into the room, “Good morning.”
“How are you healing?” asked Angel watching Conner close the door behind him, Conner was still a little bruised, he walked with a limp and he had scratches on his face.
“Fast, like usual,” he said.
“Well, do you need something?” questioned Angel.
“I want to join Angel Investigations, still,” said Conner.
“Still, well, Conner-”
“My grades are fine, and I can take care of myself, I want to do this,” replied Conner.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea Conner, sit down,” said Angel.
Conner sat down in front of him in a chair, “I want to do this.”
“I know but-”
“But, why can’t you just let me help people, my own risk,” stated Conner a bit outraged.
“Conner, you couldn’t take down that 16yr. Old girl,” said Angel.
“Because, you didn’t let me!”
“Conner, no, that’s not it at all, she would of killed you. See, that’s not what I want to see,” replied Angel.
“You don’t think I can take down someone as strong as her?” asked Conner leaning back, a little hurt in his voice, “Or even her.”
“She automatically heals, she dies and comes back,” said Angel.
“If it was an apocalyptic demon, hey maybe Emma is, and we found out how to kill her what about doing it?” Conner waited for Angel to answer, “Of course, you’d be the one saving the day.”
“Conner-”
“Remember, you could defeat Jasmine, I could though, even if it was crazy, you know, I have all these abilities and nothing to do with them.”
Angel stood up and put his hands on his desk, “Well Conner, you’ve been beaten up like nothing I’d ever seen, you can’t right now, okay.”
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Illyria is walking around Wesley’s office, she was wearing a sweater and jeans and her hair was up. She was writing on one of Wesley’s notepads. Wesley walked in. He was at awe. Illyria was like a blue tinted, Fred, really much of that. He looked at her.
“Illyria?” questioned Wesley.
“Oh, hi, Wes,” answered Illyria, in a Fred way.
Wesley didn’t sound happy, “What are you doing in Fred’s clothes and writing about?”
“Oh, just making some calculations,” stated Fred, I mean Illyria.
“Stop acting like her.”
Illyria just changed back into her new bluish tinted suite she’d been wearing for some time, She put the notepad down and spoke in her Illyria way, “I woke up this way.”
Wesley walked over to his desk, “You don’t sleep.”
“I’ve felt tired, I was walking around in the halls, fell a sleep with a, thump. Now I feel a deep sensation to bust a leak,” she stated.
“Cry?” questioned Wesley.
“Not from the face, but your human Fred’s bladder.”
Wesley gave her a weird look.
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Angel stood in the Lobby with Gunn.
“You think maybe, people would come automatically for saving?” said Angel.
“Why, Angel, that’s just lazy,” stated Gunn playing with his video game over at the bar.
“Lazy, I’m not lazy, it’s just we haven’t really done anything to show, Angel Investigations is back on the map,” replied Angel.
“You’re pretty right about that,” replied Lorne.
They looked to the Entrance, Lorne stood there in his overly colorful, yet entirely green self. [he wore one of them flashy suites.], “Well, anyone going to give good ole’ Lorne buddy a hug?”
Gunn put down his game, “I’m in the mood for a little man touching,” smiled Gunn hugging Lorne in a friendly manly style, “You know I’m not going to say that again.”
Angel went to Lorne and took a turn giving a manly hug, He pulled away. He held Lorne’s shoulders, “So what are you doing here?”
“Paying little visit you know, wanted to know about how you guys were hitting it off.”
“I thought you weren’t going to come back,” answered Gunn.
“Well I wasn’t, but then I thought. A visit wouldn’t hurt,” Lorne said seriously. Lorne looked around, “Angel Investigations, the same as it was when I left. I hate it.”
Angel stepped away from him, “You hate it?”
“It plainly shows that you haven’t been giving this place it’s rightful lovin’. At least whatever it deserves,” replied Lorne.
“Lorne?” questioned Wesley coming down the hotel lobby stairs, “What are you doing here?”
“Visit, just a visit, right?” asked Lorne looking around at the group, “I have established that Lorne is only here for a visit.”
“How, long? How long do you want? We can refill the bar for you,” said Gunn.
“Why I’m flattered,” replied Lorne.
“You can stay however long you like,” said Angel, “You’re always Welcome.”
Wesley, Gunn, and Angel started looking at each other. “This close to Halloween and no decorations,” answered Lorne, he saw there faces, “Something’s wrong.”
“Uh, nothing,” assured Angel, “Just things have changed a bit.”
“Changed?” asked Lorne.
“Yeah, quite a lot and hopefully for the best,” sighed Wesley.
“You guys want to explain things for me?” asked Lorne.
“Gunn, you can tell him,” said Angel.
“Why me?” objected Gunn in a nice way.
“Just do it thanks,” answered Angel, he went towards his office, went in and closed the door.
“Has Angel been acting weird?” questioned Lorne as the drapes closed in Angel’s office blocking it off to Mr. Broods.
“Not really,” assured Wesley, “But a lot of things have been weird.”
“So, where do we start?” asked Gunn, looking to Wesley.
“After the battle,” stated Wesley.
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Angel sat at his desk in deep thought. All he did, no reading, nothing just that deep situation. Deep thinking situation. Time was slowly passing if any at all was passing. He leaned back in his chair his elbows sitting on the arms of it.
There was a knock at the office door. Angel looked towards it and Lorne came in, “Hi Angel.” Angel was quiet for a long moment. “Hi Angel,” Lorne repeated.
“I take it they explained the whole situation.”
“You’ve got the broken heart bug,” said Lorne boldly.
“Did Wesley tell you that?” asked Angel suspiciously.
Lorne sat down in the chair in front of Angel’s desk, “It’s the vibes, serious broken heart thing going on.
“No, it’s not broken.”
“Your life is just one big soap opera Angel. Hey, who’s isn’t around here, don’t give up on love my friend. There’s millions, make that billions, of fish in the sea,” said Lorne.
“I’m not enjoying this conversation.”
“Doesn’t mean that you don’t have to hear it Angel wings, could change your life,” stated Lorne.
“I hardly doubt it.”
“Hardly doubting isn’t a friend of Hope,” explained Lorne.
“This place isn’t happy, happy like you want it Lorne,” stated Angel.
“Well that’s why I have a proposal to get our Angel wings in flight. Get Angel Inc. back on top saving the big baddies of Los Angeles,” smiled Lorne.
“What kind of proposal?” asked Angel suspiciously.
“What kind am I not talking about. I’m talking a Party of the Halo my friend. Bring In the people, tell them Angel is back in town, and he’ll kick evil bump for you. What do you think?”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” replied Angel.
“Come on,” said Lorne.
“Lorne, where have you been, that’s what I want to know, of all things. Not, lets break out the streamers and punch,” said Angel.
“Hey, and costumes,” replied Lorne.
“Costumes, no,” said Angel.
“Guess what, I wasn‘t killed in the big fight Angel. I’m all in the green and we should rain in the Hallo, bring in everyone willing, this place can fit it.”
“Sorry Lorne, no,” replied Angel.
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes. You know you wanna,” said Lorne.
“I’m not having a party, I’ll put out flyers, I’ll put an ad in the paper, I’ll put up a website but I’m not going to have a party,” replied Angel.
“You know Angel, when, ever you don’t have a party god kills a kitten,” said Lorne.
“I’m not going to think about a bunch of kittens dying,” said Angel, He had a sleepy looked all of the sudden, He blinked slowly, “If you really care about my job, my place. Let me go to sleep, and get your mind out of the…Party clouds.”
Angel stood up. Lorne watched him walked towards the door. Lorne got the vibe that something was wrong with Angel, but that could just be Angel went he’s sad. Wrong.
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Lorne passed Gunn when he was going towards the stairs. “Well I need to go up stairs, maybe find a room, place some lovely calls to some lovely ladies, if you know what I mean,” said Lorne.
“You’re going against Angel, you’re going to do this Party?” said Gunn, “He said no.”
“Of course, what else,” said Lorne, “Angel will appreciate this.”
“I hardly believe that,” said Gunn.
“Just start thinking on what you’ll wear, Halloween is in the air,” said Lorne, “Good tune,” said Lorne walking towards the stairs to go up to a room, “Love is in the air, everywhere I look around.”
Gunn watched him walk up the stairs singing and humming about Love.
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Night came. Angel had slept an awfully long time. He awoke fresh. Angel got up and went to his closet.
Angel walked down through the Lobby, “I’m going to buy myself a new car.”
Wesley watched him go, Gunn came out from the offices, “Did I just see Angel do what I thought I saw him do?”
“I guess,” said Wesley.
“He’s wearing Jeans,” replied Gunn.
Yes, Angel had put on a good pair of denims. Amazing. Walked out in blue jeans, black button up shirt and one of his leather jackets. Lorne walked by.
“I’ve had my mind blown,” he said, cell phone at his ear, “Oh, Charlie, I just saw the Angel man himself, coming through here in a pair of jeans,” sighed Lorne, “No, Charlie, we can’t have a séance. Liveracy can come if he can make it, and no, not Elvis, I’m sure he’s got better things to show up at,” Lorne got off the phone he looked at Wesley and Gunn, “So have you been doing any brain racking on what you’ll be wearing to the party, hmm…” he looked at Gunn, “I see an M.C. Hammer.”
“Ha, Ha, real funny,” replied Gunn.
“Wesley boy, you should be, James Bond,” replied Lorne.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll be showing up,” stated Wesley.
“What, your girl keeping you down?” questioned Lorne.
“Well, Illyria has been showing human characteristics, and I’d like to keep a good Eye on her.”
“Oh, is she still acting a little like Fred?” asked Gunn.
“Yes,” stated Wesley.
“Well, if you can come, I think, Illyria girl would be a real good Dame Edna,” Lorne’s cell phone rang, Lorne took it, “Oh, Collie, how’s it been, how’s the wife and the kids,” Lorne walked off back up the stairs, “Oh, they bit that mail man again, well.”
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Angel stood in the well lit of an L.A. car dealer ship. The place was open. Angel had his hands in his pockets looking around at all the vehicles. He stood in front of a black Mercedes.
“How may I help you?” questioned the car salesmen that came up behind Angel, “Mr.-”
“Angel.”
“Mr. Angel, yes, I see your eyeing the new Mercedes,” he smiled.
“Well, it rocks,” stated Angel in a mild hyper manner.
“Well, what kind of vehicle are you looking for?” questioned The salesman.
“Something that gets the chicks,” replied Angel.
“Oh, I see, well we’ve got the Mercedes here, and a beautiful red jaguar over this way, 2003,” smiled the
Salesman leading Angel around the way to the 2003 red Jaguar, Angel had a smile on his face.
“Wow,” stated Angel in a hyper way, “Get a look at these rims, paint, perfect shape, just.”
“Just what sir?” asked The Salesman
“Never mind that, I’ll take it!” smiled Angel.
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Conner was standing in front of the Hyperion when Angel quickly pulled up next to him.
“Get a load of this baby,” smiled Angel stepping out of the car.
“Where’d you pay for that?” questioned Conner.
“Oh just something accumulative, nothing big,” smiled Angel, “But look at this, the paint, the hood, look at this shine.”
“Nice,” said Conner.
“Nice,” scoffed Angel, “Heaven, I mean WOW.”
“You alright?” questioned Conner.
“I think I’m going to take it out for another spin around the block,” said Angel.
Spike pulled up in a car. He got out with Emma who look kinda sick. Spike didn’t normally drive a car. He was driving a nice black sleek looking one tonight though.
“WOW,“ Angel looked at the sickly Emma with intent, “Who called the pretty fairy?”
“What, I had nothing to do with it,” said Spike not clearly hearing what Angel had just said.
“NO Spike, Look at this new car, it’s great, Wow,” he was still looking at Emma, “It’s so hot and green, and tall.”
“You’re car is red,” said Spike.
Emma saw Conner and spoke sickly, “What is he doing here?”
“NO it’s what you’re doing here,” stated Conner.
Emma taunted him, “Your healing up fast.”
“Don’t start anything, no fighting,” said Spike.
“Wouldn’t wanna ruin a face like that,” said Angel putting his hands in his pockets.
“Huh?” questioned Spike.
“What, oh, I’ve seen an angel,” smiled Angel.
“What?” said Emma a little more then a little bit confused.
Angel moved his eye brows up and down affectionately towards her, “Perfect.”
“Who do think you are? You’re talking about my daughter?” questioned Spike not believing what he’s
seeing, Spike slapped Angel upside the head.
Angel changed the subject grabbing the back of his head, “Ow, just look at this car.”
“Just don’t talk about my daughter in any funny way,” stated Spike.
“If I wasn’t feeling sick I’d kill you,” stated Emma.
They looked at the car.
“So I guess this is part of you’re whole, mid life crisis?” questioned Spike.
“Mid life, ha,” stated Angel, “Real funny.”
Emma knelt down next to the car puked.
“I guess she gets car sick,” said Spike.
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Emma sat down in Angel’s office. Angel sat at his desk and Gunn went go Emma a cup of water. Gunn had come back and handed Emma the cup of water. Conner stood by the door way. Emma took a drink of the water.
“This girl can take a bullet to the head but the thing that gets her is good old car sickness,” smiled Gunn.
“You don’t have a car,” replied Angel, “Own one?”
“I borrowed, it, from a friend,” said Spike.
Conner smiled and Emma addressed him, “Up yours.”
Spike felt to try and comfort her saying, “I bet a lot of Invincible people get car sick sometimes.”
“Whatever. I’m just gonna start walking,” she plainly stated.
“I hope you feel better,” replied Angel.
“What?” questioned Spike.
“He just said-”started Emma.
“I said I’m glad you didn’t throw up on my car,” said Angel.
“Well your car will do fine,” replied Gunn.
Lorne came into the office, “Everyone buzzing about the party?”
“I can’t wait,” said Angel, “We can have booze right?”
Lorne looked at him funny, “Well, yeah.”
“Angel boy’s going through a mid life crisis,” said Angel.
“I am not,” said Angel in a annoying way.
“Either way, I like this new Angel now, so, I’ve got a plan. I’ve got a lovely demon that needs to be invited,” replied Lorne, “tall, blue, a little mean, but.”
“Demon?” questioned Angel in that annoying voice.
“Nothing we haven’t seen around here,” said Conner in a ‘certain way’.
Emma got the idea, “I took a good glance dumb ass.”
Angel’s eyes went wide as he looked at Emma, “Potty words are wrong,” Angel cleared his throat and then said, “Just, don’t fight.”
“I’m heading off,” said Emma, “Look around, or something like that.”
“Don’t leave,” said Spike.
Emma got up and left.
“Her aura is scary,” said Lorne, “One freaky muffin. Okay Angel, you and Spike shall go invite Marvin, now he’s a major mobster so if I were you just don’t get him angry, he can get pretty mean.”
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Angel and Spike were given the directions and went straight to the place of action. A mobster hide out and when they were going in, the demon at the door wasn’t very happy they knew where the entrance to the secret hide out was.
They were going to invite this man, for some odd reason. They guessed he must have been some kind of connection of Lorne’s because why would the naturally bring in a mobster. Good service?
But Spike was dragging Angel in under the arms, Angel was pulling the “I don’t wanna go,” Spaghetti legs act. Spike was trying to pick him up. It wasn’t working very well and Spike was becoming quite frustrated with Angel.
“Come on now Angel you’re a big Fella,” said Spike letting Angel go.
“I don’t wanna go!” said Angel sitting there his arms folded.
“Get up,” said Spike, Angel tried to get out and run away on his knees. Spike grabbed him by the jacket to hold him back, “You’re not going anywhere,” Angel looked him in the face instinct kind of kicked in or something but he started talking to him parentally, “Now listen to me young man.”
“I don’t want to,” stated Angel looking away from Spike.
Spike turned Angel face towards him, “Listen Mr. After we’re done here if you’re a good boy me and you can get ice cream,” Spike couldn’t believe what he said but he said it.
“Really?” questioned Angel.
Spike was really starting to think Angel was off his rocker in many ways, “Yeah, be good and what ever flavor you want.”
“Okay, I feel better,” said Angel.
The demon mobster’s minion came forward, “Come with me.”
They followed the minion.
Angel then came out with it, “Can you hold my hand?”
Spike stopped giving Angel a funny look, “Why?” Angel then gave Spike, the puppy dog eyes, Spike took a breath, “Fine.”
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Angel and Spike walked forward, hand in hand. They were taken into the boss’ office. Angel sees ‘The Boss.’ This mobster sat with age behind his desk. He was a creepy thin man/demon.
“Changed my mind,” replied Angel.
“NO you don’t Mr.” Spike keeps hold of his hand gripping it tighter in a mean manner.
“I’ve received your invitation,” replied the boss, his voice gurgled with no feeling in it.
“And we want it back,” replied Angel.
“No we don’t, Angel’s not feeling to well,” stated Spike.
“I had a tummy ache after chewing the gum under my desk,” stated Angel.
“We’ll have him checked out,” stated Spike.
“NO ,NO, NO DOCTOR!” yelled Angel.
“Be quiet, you want ice cream?” Angel shook his head yes to Spike, “Good, be good,” Spike looked from Angel then to the ruffled Boss, “ Sorry, uh, what do I call you Marvin, uh, Master?”
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Gunn stood next to Wesley in Wesley’s room. Illyria was reading a book quickly while eating a Taco.
“How long has she been doing this?” questioned Gunn.
“Pretty much all day, she’s been in and out, her abilities have been very active,” stated Wesley.
“What do you mean, exactly?” questioned Gunn.
“She’s been turning into Fred,” stated Wesley.
“What else?” questioned Gunn.
“Lately she’s been referring to our past, Angel, Pylea, and she’s been showing a deep amount of feelings.
It’s not like her.”
“The big bad is going soft on us,” stated Gunn.
“I’m not sure but I’m looking into it,” replied Wesley.
“Well lately she’s been nicer, has been calling me by my name. Says Hi, once called me black Fella.”
“We’ll just have to see what happens,” said Wesley.
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Angel pranced to his car as it was parked next to the side walk.
“Ooh, ooh, get the keys I wanna take it for a spin,” replied Angel.
“No I’m driving, you‘re not up to driving,” stated Spike walking with Angel.
Angel stomped his foot, “I am.”
“I’m getting you ice cream remember,” said Spike going to the driver’s side.
Angel made a pouting sound, “I don’t like you.”
“Ice cream remember, but I do admit you could have acted better,” stated Spike.
Angel started jumping up and down, “Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but, Get in,” said Spike.
Angel did, “Oh Boy.”
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Lilah was talking with a young employee in one of the hall ways, “You know what I want you to do right?”
“Yes, go watch Angel, go watch their little party, make sure I didn’t mess up,” stated the man.
“Yes, you know what happens when you mess up?” questioned Lilah smiling in her evil manner.
“It’ll be like my whole family messed up and I and them will be killed and tortured in some many ways possible we’ll marvel it as it’s being done.”
“Exactly,” smiled Lilah.
Hamilton walked with as the young employee was leaving her, “I see you’re having fun.”
“Well, that’s the job, evil has a good taste I guess,” replied Lilah walking in her office with Hamilton following.
“You sure you want to go through the plan, this is a big deal,” stated Hamilton, “They’ll find out,” replied Hamilton.
“Of course, I didn’t say that we were supposed to keep this plan under wraps,” said Lilah.
“I’m willing to keep this going if you are,” said Hamilton.
“Just have to act,” said Lilah.
“If we don’t do this right we’ll all be dead, everyone, everyone,” said Hamilton in his calm voice.
“I know the risks, but it’s nothing, we’ll make things work, heck, Angel will find out,” said Lilah.
“As long as I’m making the sacrifices.”
“It’s big, but worth it,” said Lilah, “The world will be essentially better, for us.”
“I guess,” sighed Hamilton.
“We’ll make this work and everyone will be on their knees you know,” smiled Lilah.
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Angel was running down through the dim dark, hallways of the lovely Hyperion like a lunatic. He was dressed like Batman. Knocking on doors in an annoying manner.
“Trick or Treat!!” yelled Angel.
Conner walked up to him, “What are you doing?”
“Trick or Treating,” replied Angel.
“Everyone is at the party,” said Conner.
“Oh boy,” said Angel excitedly.
“I’m not going to bother you with whatever you’re doing,” replied Conner turning from him.
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The Lobby was buzzy this Halloween night. Flashing lights, streamers. Lorne’s dreams. Stage, music. Demons and humans were walking around like nobody’s business. Lorne was a happy camper. He was talking with Elvis.
“Loving the party?” questioned Lorne.
“Good,” stated Elvis.
“I picked this singer personally, took a while to get the voice out but it turns out the weird aura was just hiding a beautiful Angel,” Liveracy was going through the crowd and grabby Lorne’s butt, Lorne just turned to him laughing, “Hey, hold on those sherries a little my friend.”
Angel ran off through the crowd yelling he was Batman. Conner walked through the crowd like the loner he was. He looked up at Emma, she was on a stage. Emma on the stage. Emma, on the stage.
Emma was wearing a pair of leather pants and her usual boots, tapping her foot on the stage floor with the song‘s music. Emma was wearing a bony tail her long bangs hanging down on her white cheeks touching the bottom of her chin when she moved. She wore a spaghetti strapped black T- shirt her arms long dangling down at her sides.
[I imagined Emma always as being able to sing, because singing is a pretty thing. She likes hard rock so I imagined her voice as Amy Lee’s from the band Evanescence, except Emma‘s a little younger sounding but the same pretty much. Going Under.]
Emma began to sing:
Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you
50 thousand tears I’ve cried
Screaming, Deceiving And Bleeding for you
And you still wont hear me
I’m going under
Anyone who was in the crowd was marveled by her voice.
Don’t want you hand this time I’ll save myself
Maybe I’ll wake up for once
Not Tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I’d reached the bottom
I’m dying again.
I’m going under
Drowning in you
I’m falling forever
I’ve got to break through
I’m going under
Conner didn’t think she’d know how to sing, be any good.
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not/
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can’t trust myself anymore
I’m dying again
I’m going under
Drowning in you
I’m falling forever
I’ve got to break through
I’m going under
So go on and scream
Scream at me I’m so far away
I won’t be broken again
I’ve got to breath I can’t keep going under
I’m dying again
I’m going under
Drowning in you
I’m falling forever
I’ve got to break through
I’m going under
I’m going under
I’m going under
Emma jumped off stage.
Angel ran like a raving lunatic through the crowd yelling, “BATMAN!!”
“What the hell?” questioned Emma.
Conner walked up to her, noise had already started up again, “Something is wrong with Angel.”
“So,” stated Emma looking at him.
“Angel, vampire who saves the world, pivotal to this life here,” said Conner, “He’s not acting right, and it’s
seems that I’m the only one really caring at this time.”
“And what do you want me to do?” she questioned in a nasty way.
“Lets follow him,” stated Conner.
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Conner was running through the halls of the Hotel holding onto Emma’s arm.
Emma pulled her hand from his grasp, “Get off me.”
“Yell help, yell for batman,” demanded Conner.
“What, I’m not doing nothing for you.”
“Just do it,” stated Conner.
“No,” growled Emma.
“Do it,” said Conner.
Emma shrugged her shoulders and sighed, then did as Conner wanted, “Fine, BATMAN HELP ME, SAVE ME BATMAN!!!”
They heard Angel yell, “Here I come!”
“When he comes through here catch him,” said Conner.
“HELP!” yelled Emma.
“LET ME SAVE YOU!!” said Angel running through in his batman suite.
Angel ran through the hall, Emma and Conner were turned around at him. They grabbed each other’s hand as he passed and slammed there arms against his shins flipping him and he hit the ground landing on his face.
“Owy, Owy, I have a boo boo,” said Angel shaking his head confused.
“Help I don’t want him running off,” said Conner.
“I don’t wanna help you,” stated Emma.
“Just help,” said Conner.
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They dragged Angel into Angel bedroom and slid him across the floor.
“Owy,” said Angel.
“Find the others,” said Conner.
“No I’m not following your orders you don’t run me,” stated Emma.
“I don’t care what you have to say just get the others,” stated Conner.
“What’ll you do If I don’t?”
“I don’t know but something,”
“You don’t have the stones.
“I’m older, I’m an adult, I’m 19 you’re 16 now respect me and go,”
“Fine, we’ll fix this later,” growled Emma.
Emma walked quickly out of the room.
Angel started making crying sounds. Conner looked at him, “Shut up.”
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Illyria still was acting like Fred, she wasn’t dressed like her now but she was acting like her. Wesley sat at his desk sadly. Wesley was doing his own brooding as he sat there and watched Illyria.
“This is silly Wesley, you know I’m fine,” Illyria was smiling and talking in a cheerful manner.
“No, you’re not,” he replied.
Illyria’s mood changed and she started crying, “What, I’m perfectly fine, I just wanna leak from my eyes.”
“Cry, see Illyria you don’t cry, you don’t get happy, something is wrong!” stated Wesley in a mean forceful manner.
Illyria looked at her hands as she went towards Wesley, “I know, but it’s so hard, I killed people.”
She hugged Wesley. Wesley gripped her by the shoulders hard to get her off, “Something just wants to get through,” cried Illyria turning into Fred, tear running down her cheeks.
“What does?” Wesley demanded shaking her.
Illyria replied Hysterically, “I don’t know,” she turned back into Illyria, “It burns,” she then pulled away acting like herself, “It’s pointless, what I feel, it must go, I have no need for it, this sensation.”
“What sensation?”
“I feel her feelings,” replied Illyria coming towards him, She stroked Wesley cheek, the moment was quiet, “I want you, like she did.”
They were quiet for a moment. Illyria grew closely to Wesley and kissed him. Illyria passionately put her hands down his chest. Wesley not making any moves. He grabbed her by the shoulders and look her in the eyes aggressively. Then passionately he put his lips to hers.
Illyria started pulling his button off his shirt as she ripped it from his chest running her blue tinted hands down. His thin body. Wesley put his hands down her back of her suite picking her up and sitting him in his lap the chair braking and falling backwards.
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Lorne and Gunn were talking with that mobster as Emma ran into the crowd towards them. Spike near too.
Emma went in between the major mobster.
“How dare you?!” demanded the Mobster.
“Screw you old guy this is urgent,” she spoke to him.
“I suggest Emma that you don’t talk down to him,” stated Gunn.
“Something is wrong?” asked Spike.
“Angel’s having a brake down,” stated Emma.
“A brake down?” questioned Gunn.
“He’s acting like a child, and formally I’m gonna kill his kid if he goes bossing me and pulling rank again,” stated Emma.
“Calm down,” said Gunn.
“You’ve all out spoken in front of his majesty and will pay dearly,” stated a guard.
“Did I say you can talk, huh!?” questioned Emma, Emma punched the demon through the head killing it, “I didn’t think so.”
The Mobster backed off.
“Where’s Angel?” questioned Gunn.
“In his room, he’s dressed up like Batman, who ever that is,” said Emma.
“Somebody has been playing mojo with our man,” stated Lorne.
“Then lets fix Angel,” stated Spike.
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The got back to Angel’s bedroom. Angel was bouncing on his bed.
“So what is he doing?” questioned Gunn.
Angel was laughing and going , “Weeee, Weeee!”
“I said Mr. Batman wasn’t right in the head,” stated Emma.
“What happened to him,” questioned Lorne.
“He stopped talking,” replied Conner.
“What?” said Lorne.
“This is defiantly odd,” said Spike.
“Now the only thing he can do is coo and say Weeee,” said Conner.
“ Problem,” said Emma.
“Yeah Sugar buns.” stated Lorne.
Angel stopped spinning and started trying to cry. Conner slapped a piece of tape on his mouth. Angel still tried to scream.
“We should find whatever did this to him before we need to start changing his diapers,” demanded Spike.
They Set out.
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That man was there as planned, talking on his cell phone.
“Everything is turning out just as planned,” smiled Robinson, “Yes Lilah, Thank you.”
A knife was stabbed into The young man’s arm, “Who ya thankin’” stated Spike from behind him.
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Spike tossed The young employee into the office. The man hit his head on the table.
“Found him,” replied Spike.
“Cough up how you made Angel this way?” demanded Gunn.
“Exactly!” said Lorne.
“Why should I?” said the Employee.
Conner grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head up against the desk.
“You don’t tell and I’ll make sure you’ll taste this wood without your mouth,” said Conner.
“No say, Then I’ll smash your valuables with a sledge Hammer till they popping sound, and they don‘t
automatically,” said Emma with a wide smile.
“It’s a spell, it was in that Halloween card that Lilah gave Angel, duh,” said the employee.
“Fix it,” said Emma.
“What she said,” agreed Conner.
“Fine, I knew I wasn’t meant for this job,” said the Employee.
“Start chantin’” said Gunn.
“I like things the way they are,” said Robinson.
“He said to start chantin’” replied Spike.
Quickly Emma grabbed a knife out of her boot and stabbed the Employee between the legs, “I could come
by a sledge hammer real quick.”
“Please, Please I want children someday,” he pleaded.
“The future isn’t to good then in that area,” she hissed.
“Okay, Emma after today I don’t want to hear anymore bar talk,” stated Spike.
“Just get the spell done,” said Gunn.
Emma jerked the knife quickly.
“Fine, Fine I‘ll do it,” the employee began to chant, then for the final touch he sneezed.
Angel’s eyes closed then opened.
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Day came. New things, old things gone. No more batman for Angel. Angel was with Lorne in Angel’s room.
“That was a different experience,” stated Angel.
“You’re not kidding,” sighed Lorne.
Angel looked at him, “Things do not sound good.”
“Well, I just got a call from an old friend and I’ll be leaving, today, sorry I can’t stay,” said Lorne.
“Well you can come back and visit sometimes,” said Angel.
“I don’t know if that’s possible, just, from what I hear, don’t let Spike hold your hand again,” said Lorne.
“That was creepy,” said Angel, “You sure you have to leave.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll contact you as soon as I settle down,” stated Lorne.
“We’ll miss you,” said Angel.
“I wish I could have stayed,” said Lorne.
SCRIPT VERSION:
ANGEL
ANOTHER HALLOWEEN PARTY TO REMEMBER
START:
ALLEY: Angel is fighting a vampire, he kicked him in the stomach then punched him in the face and pulled a stake out of his jacket dusting him.
ANGEL:
That felt good.
He put his stake back into his shirt sleeve and looked forward. There was camera flashes. Loren then walked up to him. Angel was getting blinded by the on going flashes, trying to see what was doing it and blinking rapidly.
ANGEL:
(blinking quickly,)
What the hell?
LOREN:
Oh, Angel I’ve been looking all over for you.
(He gestured the camera crew,)
Stop boys stop.
The flashes stopped.
ANGEL:
(blinking wildly.)
What for?
LOREN:
The Halloween party, We’re gonna need better pictures though.
ANGEL:
Pictures?
LOREN:
Promos. We’re gonna rain in the Hallo.
ANGEL:
Why not just invite the Abba and celebrate by yourself.
LOREN:
I’d love to sweet cakes but this is even more fun we‘ve got singing dancing, punch. I was wondering, do you want to invite the duke like last year?
ANGEL:
(They were walking together,)
So this is gonna be a replay of last year?
LOREN:
Oh, no, I’m well rested Angle cakes.
ANGEL:
That’s good.
LOREN:
I’m thinking, dressing up, you Dracula.
ANGEL:
NO, I’ve met Dracula and I’m not him. And I’m not for the whole dress up thing.
LOREN:
We should bring dressing up into the mix, make it fun?
ANGEL:
Maybe we just don’t have a party, Or I’ll just sit in my office and keep track of hours.
LOREN:
Sorry No deal Angel cakes.
ANGEL:
How about you just surprise me as good as you can without me dressing up.
LOREN:
But I’m liking that whole Dracula look.
ANGEL:
NO.
Cut to Flash of L.A. Day: WESLEY’S OFFICE: Illyaria is walking around his office, she’s wearing a sweater and jeans and her hair was up. She was writing on one of Wesley’s notepads. Wesley walked in.
WESLEY:
Illyaria?
ILLYARIA:
Oh, hi Wes.
WESLEY:
(not happy,)
What are you doing in Fred’s clothes and writing about?
ILLYARIA:
Oh, just making some calculations.
WESLEY:
Stop acting like her.
ILLYARIA:
(she changed back into her suit and put the notepad down then stood up.)
I woke up this way.
WESLEY:
(he walked over to his desk.)
You don’t sleep.
ILLYARIA:
I’ve felt tired, I was walking around in the hall in front of The vampire’s office and fell a sleep with a thump. Now I feel a deep sensation to bust a leak.
WESLEY:
Cry.
ILLYARIA:
Not from the face but your human Fred’s bladder.
Wesley gave her a weird look.
Credits
Cut to LOBBY: Angel walked up the stairs to his office where Gunn was.
GUNN:
Hi.
ANGEL:
So do these hoxgicide demons have a language?
GUNN:
English, did you know that someone found Illyaria looking like Fred on the floor asleep.
ANGEL:
Well maybe she was pulling something.
GUNN:
You think there’s a problem?
ANGEL:
Why?
GUNN:
Well yesterday Illyaria was eating tacos in Fred’s office.
ANGEL:
How about you figure it out.
GUNN:
Did Loren suggest costumes to you?
ANGEL:
Yeah, he said I should be Dracula.
GUNN:
M. C. Hammer.
ANGEL:
Maybe you should be Dracula.
GUNN:
Ha, Ha.
Lorne walked in.
LOREN:
Hi boys,
(He was wearing a blue suite and a gray mustache,)
Deciding your costumes.
ANGEL:
No.
GUNN:
Who are you?
LOREN:
You haven’t noticed. I’m Alex Trabeck.
ANGEL:
Jeopardy?
LOREN:
Exactly.
GUNN:
Close resemblance, I was gonna say him.
LOREN:
So we’re inviting the Duke and anyone else.
GUNN:
A couple of clans.
ANGEL:
(he bumps into a employee.)
Sorry, This is silly you’re with him on this.
GUNN:
Well parties can be fun, as long as no one is a peeing in the punch.
LOREN:
Or on anything else for that matter.
ANGEL:
Do I haft to personally invite anyone?
LOREN:
Just be opened.
ANGEL:
Let’s not invite Spike.
LOREN:
Why?
ANGEL:
With Spike comes Emma and we all know Conner is gonna be here. And plus nobody likes Spike anyway.
GUNN:
Conner really got the crap beaten out of him.
ANGEL:
And we don’t need to redo that.
LOREN:
But how about this year we invite in maybe bring up a couple of people. Uh, well I hear Charlie Manson is free tonight and well Elvis is free for who knows how long.
ANGEL:
NO. No Charles Manson.
LOREN:
Don’t worry the world is you Angel baby.
ANGEL:
Yeah, that’s nice.
Cut to: GYM: Angel is fencing with a demon that looks like the devil. He gets stabbed by him.
DEVIL:
You know your not acting like your usual self man.
ANGEL:
What do you mean?
DEVIL:
Fencing is definitely not doing you well.
ANGEL:
(he looked down at his bloody wound.)
I’ve just got a lot of things on my mind.
DEVIL:
Like what?
ANGEL:
The way things are.
DEVIL:
Angel you just haven’t been right since that slayer’s daughter popped out of the Dimension.
ANGEL:
I’ve just been feeling old I guess.
DEVIL:
It’s probably nothing.
Angel swiped at his neck chopping his head off.
ANGEL:
(calm.)
Yeah probably nothing.
Cut to BATHROOM: A employee walked out: There was chanting in one of the stalls. The employee from previously.
MAN:
Gothix, Empix, Degro, La, hem, Denfa,
(he then sneeze.)
Arise.
Cut to GARAGE: Angel’s looking at his cars and Conner comes down to see him. Conner has a black eye and a swollen lip.
CONNER:
What are you doing down here?
ANGEL:
(happy, Hyper)
Look at these cool rides.
CONNER:
They’re nice.
ANGEL:
I mean WOW.
CONNER:
You alright.
ANGEL:
Great. I think I’m gonna take them all out for a spin.
Spike pulled up in a car. He got out with Emma who look kinda sick.
ANGEL:
WOW,
(he looked at the sickly Emma with intent.)
Who called the pretty fairy?
SPIKE:
What, I had nothing to do with it.
ANGEL:
NO Spike, Look at all these hot rides.
(he kept staring at Emma,)
There so hot and green, and tall.
EMMA:
What is he doing here?
(she even sounds sick.)
CONNER:
NO it’s what you’re doing here.
EMMA:
(she taunted.)
Your healing up fast.
SPIKE:
Hey no fighting.
ANGEL:
Wouldn’t wanna ruin a face like that.
SPIKE:
Huh?
ANGEL:
What, oh, I’ve seen an angel.
EMMA:
What?
ANGEL:
Perfect.
He moved his eyebrows affectionately at her.
SPIKE:
Who do think you are? You’re talking about my daughter.
He slapped him up the side of the head.
ANGEL:
(changing the subject.)
OW, just admire these cars.
SPIKE:
Just don’t talk about my daughter that way.
EMMA:
If I wasn’t feeling sick I’d kill you.
They looked at the car.
SPIKE:
You sure Keep them shiny.
EMMA:
Shiny.
Emma then threw up on the car.
SPIKE:
She gets car sick.
Cut to ANGEL’S OFFICE: Emma was sitting in the chair in front of Angel’s desk. Spike was sitting on the arm and Gunn and Angel were standing next to the window.
GUNN:
This girl can take a bullet to the head but the thing that gets her is good old car sickness.
Conner smiled at the doorway.
EMMA:
Up yours.
SPIKE:
(trying to comfort her,)
I bet a lot of Invincible people get car sick sometimes.
EMMA:
Whatever. I’m just gonna start walking.
ANGEL:
Here you go.
( he handed Emma a glass of water and winked at her.)
I hope you feel better.
SPIKE:
What?
EMMA:
He just said-
ANGEL:
I said if W&H has the money I‘m gonna get my car a new paint job.
SPIKE:
What do you think?
GUNN:
Your car is doing fine.
Angel’s eyes shimmered.
ANGEL:
(he stomped his foot,)
Why did this haft to happen to my car.
EMMA:
Huh?
Something wrong with you?
ANGEL:
What am I gonna do now about my car?
SPIKE:
What you gonna freak out just because one of your hundreds of bloody cars isn’t in spiffy shape.
EMMA:
There’s only 74.
CONNER:
What, did you count?
EMMA:
I took a good glance, why you go count them you asshole?
ANGEL:
(he started jumping and pointing at Emma, she gave him a bad look,)
Potty word, ooooohhhhhhhhh your in trouble.
GUNN:
Angel you sure you’re alright.
ANGEL:
(he coughed to clear his throat,)
I’m fine, just don’t fight.
EMMA:
I’m gonna be around, maybe kill some of your more homely clients before Angel here starts wanting me to sit in the corner or needs to get his teething ring.
SPIKE:
Kill what?
EMMA:
The evil Demon ones.
ANGEL:
(in a scared voice,)
Demons?
EMMA:
(she got up,)
Big baby.
Emma left the room.
ANGEL:
I’m not a big baby.
(he sat down in his chair with a pouty look on his face,)
Potty word user.
SPIKE:
So what you planning to do?
ANGEL:
I don’t know.
GUNN:
Loren needs you to invite the Duke again for this party.
ANGEL:
I don’t want to, he’s a big meany.
SPIKE:
How about I go with him?
ANGEL:
I’m a big boy.
SPIKE:
(quickly, tauntingly and mean,)
I’ll bring Emma. Plus I need something to do anyway.
Cut to LOBBY: Wesley walks out of one of the elevators. Loren stops him.
LOREN:
So Bond you showing up or is your girl holding you back.
WESLEY:
What?
LOREN:
You’d be a great James Bond.
WESLEY:
Sorry, I’m not going I’ve been swamped.
LOREN:
Maybe to get things through you can have a round.
WESLEY:
Sorry it’s just, Illyaria has been showing human characteristics.
LOREN:
You mean there’s a little more Fred then we thought in our Dame Edna.
WESLEY:
What?
LOREN:
Oh she would be great.
WESLEY:
A great cross dresser?
LOREN:
Well you just Keep up the good work.
(They walked away from each other. Loren’s Celphone rang.)
Oh Guy, it’s been long time no hear so how’s Liveracy doing, you think he can make it.
(stops,) Oh well I hope that rash improves before the party. I’ve got one word for you, Bengay.
No, you get it at the drugstore, personally I don’t need it. Well I’ve got another call just keep the kids fed so they don’t bite anybody again. Orvwa.
Yes, Liveracy,….. oh that’s great, so you’re bringing some of your buddy’s with ya. Well bring the big poofy shirt, maybe I’ll wear mines.
Emma walks by him.
EMMA:
You Queer sissy.
(Emma walked by him,)
LOREN:
(On the phone,)
Oh no that’s that girl I told you about.
Cut to THE DUKE’S PLACE: Angel and Spike go in the door. There escorted by a demon like the Duke.
But Spike was dragging Angel in under the arms, Angel was pulling the “I don’t wanna go,” Spaghetti legs act. Spike was trying to pick him up.
SPIKE:
Come on now Angel you’re a big Fella.
ANGEL:
I don’t wanna go!
SPIKE:
Get up.
(Angel tried to get out and run away on his knees. Spike grabbed him by the jacket to hold him back.)
Come back here.
He pulled Angel over to him.
SPIKE:
(instinct sort of kicked in.)
Listen to me young man.
ANGEL:
I don’t wanna.
SPIKE:
(he turned Angel’s head toward him,)
Listen Mr. After we’re done here if you’re a good boy me and you can get ice cream.
ANGEL:
Really?
SPIKE:
(Spike thinking Angel is crazy.)
Yeah, be good and what ever flavor you want.
ANGEL:
Okay I feel Better.
MINION:
Come with me.
Angel gets up and they start off.
ANGEL:
Can you hold my hand?
SPIKE:
Why?
(Angel looks at him like he’s gonna cry, oddly Spike says,)
Okay.
Spike walks with Angel and they go to see the Duke. Angel looks around and sort of walks with a skip in his step.
They walked into the Duke’s throne room. Angel sees him and gets behind Spike.
ANGEL:
I changed my mind.
SPIKE:
NO you don’t Mr.
(Spike keeps hold of his hand.)
DUKE:
I see it’s another year, so you’re having a party, I’ve received your invitation.
ANGEL:
And we want it back.
SPIKE:
No we don’t, Angel’s not feeling to well.
ANGEL:
I had a tummy ache after chewing the gum under my desk.
SPIKE:
We’ll have him checked out.
ANGEL:
NO ,NO, NO DOCTOR!
SPIKE:
Be quiet, you want ice cream?
(Angel shook his head yes,)
Then be good. Sorry your Dukeness.
Cut to WESLEY’S OFFICE: Illyaria is reading and eating a taco. Gunn is standing with Wesley.
GUNN:
How long has she been doing this.
WESLEY:
Pretty much all day, she’s been in and out, her abilities have been very active.
GUNN:
What do you mean.
WESLEY:
She’s been turning into Fred.
GUNN:
Oh, well what else.
WESLEY:
Lately she’s been referring to our past, Angel, Pylea, and she’s been showing a deep amount of feelings. It’s not like her.
GUNN:
The big bad is going soft on us.
WESLEY:
I’m not sure but I’m looking into it.
GUNN:
Well lately she’s been nicer, has been calling me by my name. Says Hi, once called me black Fella.
WESLEY:
We’ll just have to see what happens.
Cut to: THE DUKE’S GARAGE: Angel pranced outside, Spike walked out.
ANGEL:
(they went over to the car,)
Ooh, ooh, get the keys I wanna take it for a spin.
SPIKE:
No I’m driving, you‘re not up to driving.
ANGEL:
(he stomped his foot.)
Oh come on.
SPIKE:
I’m getting you ice cream remember.
ANGEL:
(pouty,)
I don’t like you.
SPIKE:
Ice cream remember, but I do admit you could have acted better.
ANGEL:
(he started jumping up and down.)
Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream.
SPIKE:
I don’t know what’s wrong with you but, Get in.
ANGEL:
Oh Boy.
Cut to: EMPLOYEE LOUNGE: Harmony is talking with some of the employees.
HARMONY:
Angel has been acting weird.
Employee WOMAN:
Like what?
HARMONY:
Well earlier today he slapped me in the butt. Then before that he was just plain flirting with me.
Some of the other women were saying ‘me too.’
The employee from before was eating in the Lounge.
ROBINSON:
It’s working.
(he snickered.)
HARMONY:
What is?
ROBINSON:
Oh nothing.
HARMONY:
What, cough up.
ROBINSON:
Oh you caught me. I’ve put a spell on him.
HARMONY:
What kind?
ROBINSON:
He’s gonna be going through his young years, very young.
HARMONY:
Till when I want to keep getting paid.
ROBINSON:
Till he becomes incapacitated.
Cut to L.A. flash to night:
Cut to Halls of Wolfram and Heart: Angel is dressed up like Batman.
ANGEL:
(He was knocking on the doors,)
Trick or treat!
Conner came walked up to him.
CONNER:
What are you doing?
ANGEL:
Trick or Treating.
CONNER:
Everyone is at the party.
ANGEL:
Oh Boy.
Cut to the party room/LOBBY: People were all over.
LOREN:
(talking to Elvis,)
So how’s the place look.
ELVIS:
Good.
LOREN:
Well we’re gonna have a good singer next, beautiful voice, bad girl.
(Liveracy walks behind him and grabs his butt.)
Hey, calm down on the sherries.
Angel ran off through the crowd yelling he was Batman. Conner walked through the crowd. He looked up at Emma, she was on a stage. Emma was wearing a pair of leather pants and her usual boots. And she was wearing a black and red shirt. It looked like it had vial on it tied around and just the sleeves were red and cut apart/ slit revealing her arms. Her hair was in two bun like ponytails, loose ones. Conner was sort of drawn to her to look up.
EMMA:
(she was holding the microphone. She was gonna sing Evanescence, Going under,)
/Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you/
50 thousand tears I’ve cried/
Screaming, Deceiving And Bleeding for you/
And you still wont hear me/
I’m going under/
Don’t want you hand this time I’ll save myself/
Maybe I’ll wake up for once/
Not Tormented daily defeated by you/
Just when I thought I’d reached the bottom/
I’m dying again.
I’m going under/
Drowning in you/
I’m falling forever/
I’ve got to break through/
I’m going under/
(Conner looked intently at her,)
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies/
So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not/
Always confusing the thoughts in my head/
So I can’t trust myself anymore/
I’m dying again/
I’m going under/
Drowning in you/
I’m falling forever/
I’ve got to break through/
I’m going under/
So go on and scream/
Scream at me I’m so far away/
I won’t be broken again/
I’ve got to breath I can’t keep going under/
I’m dying again/
I’m going under/
Drowning in you/
I’m falling forever/
I’ve got to break through/
I’m going under/
I’m going under/
I’m going under/
She jumped off stage.
ANGEL:
I’M BATMAN!!!
He ran through the place.
EMMA:
What the hell?
CONNER:
Let’s follow him.
He grabbed Emma’s arm. They ran into the halls.
EMMA:
Get off me.
(she pulled her hand out of his grasp.)
CONNER:
Yell help, yell for batman.
EMMA:
What, I’m not doing nothing for you.
CONNER:
Just do it.
EMMA:
No.
CONNER:
Do it.
EMMA:
Fine, BATMAN HELP ME, SAVE ME BATMAN!!!
(Emma shrugged her shoulders.)
ANGEL:
Here I come!!
CONNER:
When he comes through here catch him.
EMMA:
Fine, HELP!
ANGEL:
LET ME SAVE YOU!!
Angel ran through there, Emma and Conner were turned around at him. They grabbed each other’s hand as he passed and slammed there arms against his shins flipping him and he hit the ground landing on his face.
ANGEL:
Owy, Owy, I have a boo boo.
CONNER:
Help I don’t want him running off.
EMMA:
I don’t wanna help you.
CONNER:
Just do it.
Cut to ANGEL’S OFFICE: They dragged him in there and slid him to his desk.
ANGEL:
Owy.
CONNER:
Find the others.
EMMA:
No I’m not following your orders you don’t run me.
CONNER:
I don’t care what you have to say just get the others.
EMMA:
What’ll you do If I don’t?
CONNER:
I don’t know but something.
EMMA:
You don’t have the stones.
CONNER:
I’m older, I’m an adult, I’m 19 you’re 16 now respect me and go.
EMMA:
Fine, we’ll fix this later.
She ran out of the room.
ANGEL:
(he started getting back up,)
You gave Owy now batman kick butt.
CONNER:
Shut up.
Cut to WESLEY’S OFFICE: Wesley is testing Illyaria:
ILLYARIA:
(she was smiling and cheerful,)
This is silly Wesley, you know I’m fine.
WESLEY:
No you’re not.
ILLYARIA:
(she started getting sad, she was now crying,)
What I’m perfectly fine, I just wanna leak from my eyes.
WESLEY:
Cry, see Illyaria you don’t cry, you don’t get happy, something is wrong.
ILLYARIA:
(she looked at her hands,)
I know, but it’s so hard, I killed people.
She hugged Wesley.
WESLEY:
(took her by the shoulders,)
Yes there’s something wrong.
ILLYARIA:
( she turned into Fred,)
Something wants to get through.
WESLEY:
What does?
He shook her.
ILLYARIA:
I don’t know,
(she turned back into Illyaria.)
It burns,
(she started to act like herself.)
It’s pointless, what I feel, it must go away, I have know need for it, this sensation.
WESLEY:
What?
ILLYARIA:
I feel her feelings,
(there was a pause,)
I want you.
They began kissing, Illyaria but her hands around Wesley. He put his hands around her. Illyaria began to take his clothes off.
Cut to LOBBY: The party was going great. Loren and Gunn were talking with the Duke who was heavenly guarded. Emma butted into the conversation.
DUKE:
How dare you.
EMMA:
Screw you old guy this is urgent.
GUNN:
Don’t talk down to the Duke.
LOREN:
Something is wrong?
EMMA:
Angel’s having a brake down.
GUNN:
A brake down?
EMMA:
He’s acting like a child, and formally I’m gonna kill his kid if he goes bossing me and pulling rank again.
GUNN:
Calm down.
DEMON GUARD:
You’ve all out spoken in front the duke and will pay dearly.
EMMA:
Did I say you can talk, huh!
(Emma grabbed him by the leather jacket and threw him into the elevators, everyone clapped.)
I didn’t think so.
GUNN:
Where’s Angel?
EMMA:
In his office, he’s dressed up like Batman, who ever that is.
LOREN:
Somebody played mojo on him.
Spike ran up to them.
SPIKE:
Why was that demon just thrown into an elevator.
EMMA:
He was trying to run my life, Angel’s having a mental brake down.
SPIKE:
So?
EMMA:
His kid is pulling rank on me.
GUNN:
You just about ruined our ties with the demon clan the Duke belongs to and you’re talking about Conner pulling rank, Angel is having a mental break down and we aren’t trying to help him.
Cut ANGEL’S OFFICE: Emma brought Spike, Gunn and Loren in.
LOREN:
So what is he doing.
ANGEL:
Weeee, Weeee.
EMMA:
I said Mr. Batman wasn’t right in the head.
GUNN:
(he laughed when he saw Angel spinning in his chair, he was tied up.)
What happened to him.
CONNER:
He stopped talking.
LOREN:
What?
SPIKE:
This is odd.
CONNER:
Now the only thing he can do is coo and say weeee.
EMMA:
I say we have a problem.
LOREN:
Yeah Sugar buns. .
Angel stopped spinning and started trying to cry. Conner slapped a piece of tape on his mouth. Angel still tried to scream.
SPIKE:
We should find whatever did this to him before we need to start changing his diapers.
They set out.
Cut to Lobby: Robinson was bragging on what he did.
ROBINSON:
So he’s gonna be outta here in no time thanks to me, you saw him right running around like batman?
CONNER:
Yeah, I did.
(Robinson was stabbed in the arm.)
Come with me.
Cut to ANGEL’S OFFICE: Robinson was thrown through the door and he hit the desk head first.
SPIKE:
I see you found him.
GUNN:
Cough up how you made Angel this way.
LOREN:
EXACTLY!
ROBINSON:
Why should I?
Conner grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head up against the desk.
CONNER:
You don’t tell and I’ll make sure you’ll taste this wood without your mouth.
EMMA:
(she had a big smile on her face.)
No say, Then I’ll smash your valuables with a sledge Hammer till they pop.
ROBINSON:
Fine, Fine. It’s a spell.
EMMA:
Fix it.
CONNER:
What she said.
ROBINSON:
Fine, Fine.
GUNN:
Start chantin’
ROBINSON:
I like things the way they are.
SPIKE:
He said to start chantin’
EMMA:
(she grabbed a knife out of her boot and stabbed it in between his legs.)
I could come by a sledge real quick.
ROBINSON:
Please, Please I want children someday.
EMMA:
The future isn’t to good then in that area.
Robinson winced.
SPIKE:
Okay, Emma after today I don’t want to hear anymore bar talk.
GUNN:
Just get the spell done.
Emma jerked the knife quickly and Conner grabbed a pocket knife out of his belt and put it next to Robinson’s head.
CONNER:
Do you like blood.
ROBINSON:
Fine, Fine I‘ll do it.
(Conner let go of him. Emma took her knife out)
Ectay, Formay, Deltray, extray,
(then he sneezed.)
Angel’s eyes closed then opened quickly.
Cut to L.A. flash day:
Cut to ANGEL’S OFFICE: Angel was sitting in his office with Conner when Emma and Spike walked in.
SPIKE:
I see your back to your old self.
ANGEL:
And happy to be.
EMMA:
You know you were a real dork.
CONNER:
Yeah she’s kinda right.
SPIKE:
You remember everything right.
ANGEL:
Unfortunately Yes.
SPIKE:
Well I take it was for the best.
EMMA:
I washed my knife in something called bleach.
SPIKE:
I said it was best.
CONNER:
(sarcasticly.)
And we know it matters.
EMMA:
What does that mean?
CONNER:
Nothing.
ANGEL:
No fighting.
SPIKE:
Even though it’s fun to see Conner boy get the pee knocked out of him by my girl, I don’t want to see it.
Black out to Director credits:
ANGEL:
Spike.
SPIKE:
What?
ANGEL:
Never hold my hand again.
THE END
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