Chp; 21, Natural
“So, I guess that’s the biggest thing around, since, last time,” laughed Gwen.
Emma and Conner still in their state stood towards Gwen. Gwen standing there in her black leather pants and a red leather jacket that laid over her black leather tube top underneath. Conner flexed his fingers. Emma cracked her neck as if it was stiff.
“Emma, Conner?” questioned Angel.
Emma’s red eyes slowly drifted from Gwen to Angel. Conner looked up in a daze, then like he was going to faint. Spike went slowly towards Emma who looked at him immediately with every movement.
“Awkward,” stated Gwen, “So uh, what’s going on?”
Emma slowly fell backwards as Conner did. Conner hit the ground being knocked out cold and his body reverting back to the way it was and Spike caught Emma. Her features doing the same.
“54 billion dollars down the drain,” stated Gwen.
Wesley was reading his documents. Looking at drawn pictures. These pictures were old, and were inserted into the Codex which preserved them so well. The pictures were of a woman and a man. The man had long hair and was dressed as though a slave. The woman was as him.
Wesley looked at the colorless photos searching for an answer. Wesley put down the picture and rubbed his face. His body strained from being tired. He would be drunk if coffee had that affect. Wesley picked up his coffee mug to take a drink but noticed it was empty. He looked at it. For along moment so.
He tossed the empty cup at the wall before him of his room. He looked at his messy desk. Nothing of a disturbance for him beside the racking thoughts of what was going to happen. Was anything about to be done to stop it.
Spike carried Emma into the lobby of the Hyperion and laid her down on the couch. Conner had awoken and was walking around well enough. Gwen followed them in.
“Hey, is anyone going to talk to me, tell me what the hell is going with the whole, stealing job,” questioned Gwen, “I have my job, you have yours, what is it a blue moon or something that you guys be stealing again?”
Angel turned towards Gwen, Conner sat on the bar. Spike knelt down next to Emma looking up at Gwen. Angel spoke, “We’re all that’s left, Gunn’s dead, Fred’s dead. Unfortunately Gwen we just let that orb fall into the hands of a very dangerous being who’s going to essentially enslave the human population, just as long as he keeps getting what he wants.”
Gwen looked down and sighed, “I knew I should of left town.”
“I don’t think that would of really helped,” stated Spike.
“Who are you?” asked Gwen.
“This is Spike, his daughter Emma, and you’ve met Conner,” stated Angel.
“Oh, yeah, the one that supposedly did the killings at my place about a time ago,” stated Gwen looking up.
“What are you talking about?” questioned Conner angrily.
“It doesn’t matter now, Gwen if you’re going to steal something of great value money wise and it sounds magical, don’t,” stated Angel.
“If we hadn’t of gotten there in time, We’d of had this dead girl here on our hands,” stated Spike looking over to Angel from where he knelt.
“Hey, I can take care of myself,” replied Gwen.
“How are we going to get this orb?” asked Conner.
“We’re not,” said Angel bluntly, “Gunn’s gone, Lilah’s gone to us, we’re just going to have figure out how to kill them rather than save them.”
“Making a tight move are you now?” questioned Spike standing up.
“We’ve gotten used to the idea,” replied Angel.
“What, what’s going on with Gunn,” questioned Gwen looking at Spike and Angel.
Emma sat up, “I could fix him, probably,” said Emma.
“I don’t think it’ll work like it did with Illyria,” said Angel, “You can’t touch people now.”
Spike looked at his hands, “When she thought I was dead she didn’t do anything when she touched me.”
“Touched you?” questioned Gwen, “What the hell is going on?”
The Harvester shimmered into his Temple. His shine of a room still in it’s condition. The coffins numerous. Did he have bodies in each one of those coffins. Beings ready to come out much like Gunn’s and Lilah’s did.
There was a crater in the ground. An ambulance sounding around the debris of a couple of cars. The crater being in the middle of a road. The night still hid the city. Then the medal and rock debris started to move. Gunn automatically stood up out of it.
People looked down at him in amazement. Gunn looked back at them he cracked his neck twice and cracked his knuckles as he flexed them. He walked forward. The people around the scene started backing away as the tale red tinted Gunn stepped past.
There was a building fire going on, on the opposite side of town. Lilah walked out of the front doors of the building. As the water of the fire trucks rained down upon the blazing building. The firefighters saw her and watched her step away unharmed.
The Harvester pulled the orb out of nowhere and held it before him. He opened his hand and let his go into the air and spin around with his abilities. Then it fell nicely back into his hand. The Harvester stepped forward towards his throne.
He did not sit in it. He waved his hand and slowly the seat, the large chair of his throne, upon it’s small stairs moved out of his way, an inner room behind that wall. He stepped into the chamber. The room was lit as if by light outside. Ice covered the walls.
Ice covered everything inside. He went forward towards the wall and waved his hands in front of it and the ice shift. Revealing another chamber. The final chamber he had before him.
Like the other room. Covered in ice all over. There was a coffin. There’d seem to be something in it. A white being. The ice too thick to see through to the being, only seen was the whiteness of the skin.
It didn’t move. The Harvester put the orb in a little place to fit it in the top of the coffin. Fog rolled out from the inside onto the floor. That fog seeped into the floor. The top slid off to the side of the coffin.
Inside laid a motionless humanoid. This being was completely white. It looked up at him with bloodshot big blue eyes. If anything was distinguishable about it was that this face belonged to a male. His hair was long and such a dark brown it looked almost black. When this being had been put into it’s icy coffin it looked no older than 18.
This being looked up at The Harvester from the water of the grave. It’s hand slowly rose from the grave.
“How was your rest?” questioned Harvester.
The being was weak and slowly took his head out of the water, his eyes became normal, not blood shot. His facial features started to ease at bits back to normal, hardly, “You…… lock…..” water dripped out of his mouth as he spoke, “….me….away…” this beings voice was rattling, two at once, but familiar.
The Harvester smiled, “You’re body can’t consist in this dimension, can it?”
The being started to drifted into black waves of smoke. The deep blue eyes that the man bore kept looking at The Harvester. Then the being shot forth in the smoke grabbing at The Harvester. But he was nothing but a shadow in the wind as he flew past The Harvester.
Harvester waved his hand and the orb came to him, “You and yours were never all that invincible.”
He caught it and laughed.
“Nothing we haven’t seen before,” stated Angel, his arms folded across his chest as he looked out into the lobby from his office, “But not,” he finally sighed.
“So,” answered Gwen sitting down in a chair in front of Angel’s desk, “I just kind of walked into a hellhole.”
Angel looked at her, “If you want to call it that,” replied Angel.
“So you’re Angel, what are you going to do,” questioned Gwen.
“Fight the good ole’ fight,” sighed Angel.
“Is that idea really helping?” questioned Gwen.
“Not really,” said Angel, he looked at her, unfolded his arms, “No, it’s not working, not, what so every, I should be out there, beating the bad guy, finding them, asking questions, finding answers.”
“I hate to say but, if this is so important why aren’t you?” asked Gwen.
“It doesn’t feel like it’s time,” sighed Angel.
“Well, I try to stay out of these things,” stated Gwen.
“But there’s no way out of it,” he replied looking forward.
“So, what are you going to recruit me or something?” asked Gwen.
“I didn’t say that, even though-”
“I might do a couple of things, but Angel, saving the world not my job, it’s yours,” replied Gwen.
“And I took on the job,” he stated.
“Angel,” Wesley stood at the doorway looking towards Angel, “You know very well that we all chose to do this. And I tell you I’m going to start and begin to work harder.”
The Harvester walked forwards into the first part of the ice chamber, he walked up to the figure of a beaten person. A man, Waltz was chained to the ice wall. He looked tired, almost dead, “I’ve got a job for you,” stated The Harvester.
Waltz slowly. Weakly, looked up at The Harvester.
Conner was laying on Emma’s bed. He looked up at the white to cream colored ceiling. He laid there in thought. Emma walked into the room. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She looked at Conner, she put her hair behind her left ear. Then she folded her arms.
Emma felt for some reason and odd awkward feeling seep through her. She went towards Conner. He didn’t move in acknowledgement of her being there.
She slowly laid down next to him laying her head on her hand her elbow going into her bed pillow, “What are you thinking about?” Conner just kept looking forward, then back at her, “You look like you’re thinking,” she said sweetly, not in a happy way, but in a curious way, not angered, not saddened.
Emma put her head on his chest slowly Conner just looked at her, “You’re sad,” said Emma.
“When, before, um…., did I know what I was?” asked Conner.
“Like me?”
“I guess,” said Conner.
“Yes, you’d found out quite recently,” replied Emma, “You’re like me, I feel you being sad. I don’t like you sad.”
“What am I?” asked Conner slowly pushing her head gently off him and getting up, sitting on the side of the bed.
“I don’t know,” said Emma.
“Demon,” sighed Conner.
“Part demon, but you’re more human, I guess,” replied Emma.
“Filthy demon,” sighed Conner his eyes going towards her, but his back still turned to her.
“No,” said Emma, she looked down, “This makes you sad.”
“I didn’t want to do this,” sighed Conner.
“This?”
“Fight, I didn’t want it,” he said standing up.
“Fighting seems to need to be done,” stated Emma.
“I don’t want fighting anymore,” he folded his arms.
Emma sat up on the bed, “Then what would you do with yourself, I know hardly anything outside of the fighting.”
Conner flexed his fingers he put out his hands and looked at them, “Don’t get me wrong,” he sighed, “I feel stronger than I’ve ever, I feel awake, powerful-”
“But you just want to rest,” said Emma.
“You made me immortal, made me invincible, made me able to fight this evil,” he said watching his hand as he flexed his fingers, “I will be a live forever, fighting because of what I am,” Conner looked up at Emma. His face with a sadness she didn’t recognize.
“It’s my fault,” sighed Emma, she had been looking up, then she looked up at him, “I anger you.” Conner didn’t reply, “I do,” she said bluntly, “I do, I feel you angry with me.” Emma was confused.
Conner put his hands down to his sides, “You’ll be around forever.”
Emma stood up, she walked towards him hurt, “I…I….don’t want to make you angry. I… I….I’ve seen you, when you were at your saddest.”
“-I am sad,” he said disgustedly, “I am, sad, now.”
“You don’t care, I didn’t do this to you on purpose, it’s…it….it’s not… my fault,” she was trembling. Emma went towards him getting close to him quickly. Her voice went soft, “Doesn’t anything we do matter to you?” Conner kept looking at her poor, sweet, sad, wet, eyes. Emma looked down ashamed, “I give myself to you… I….I do that,” she looked up at him, “…And you don’t care?” He just didn’t say anything. Emma looked back down again, she was confused and kind of disgusted with herself, “Get out.”
Conner didn’t leave, “Get out,” she stated, She looked up, “Get out!” her voice had become more forceful, “Get your ass out of my room!” she sneered.
Conner looked at her as if he was confused, then he walked to the door unlocked it and walked out of the room. Emma stood there for a long moment as Conner closed the door behind himself. Tears went down Emma’s cheeks.
Wesley held his books before Angel and Gwen on Angel’s desk. Gwen just kind of there. Wesley didn’t mind discussing the facts of what he’d been lead to find out from the Codex, “I’m missing one.”
“Missing another book,” questioned Gwen, “Or missing something else, I’ve always had a knack for finding stuff.”
“Gwen,” said Angel looking up at her, “Either you’re going A. Stay and help, B. Or leave town, which, cause we don’t need to run around right about now.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do both, once I think I can actually get somewhere safe,” she smiled.
“Alright, turns out,” began Wes, again, “I’m missing the Codex of Armisis.”
“Why didn’t you know this before?” asked Spike, eavesdropping.
“Because,” said Wesley, “These Transcripts are a bit difficult to translate and I didn’t notice till now that my books didn’t fit together, and I realized what I was missing.”
“Oh, so you need to find something,” said Gwen.
“Yes, obviously,” sighed Wesley, “Angel, this is going to be a slight risk.”
“Name it,” stated Angel.
His voice went quieter, “I don’t think when I tell you where and you go to get it, you should bring Emma or Conner.”
“Why?” asked Angel.
“Spike should stay here incase too many eyebrows are raised,” sighed Wesley, “This book is over in London and it’s in the watcher’s council vaults.”
“Stealing,” said Gwen, “Really?”
“So I stay here, and wait,” asked Spike, “What if things go sodding wrong?”
“We can’t just wonder,” said Angel, “We have to go for what sounds the best.”
“Also, The Harvester hasn’t shown up here, so he might not know that, this is where they are,” said Wesley.
“Didn’t Lilah show up though?” pestered Spike, “And doesn’t Gunn know the x on this spot?”
“Spike,” groaned Angel, “We’re just not going to think about that.”
“Not thinking leads to turmoil or bloody whatever and then that turmoil leads to destruction, do you know what a destruction is?” proclaimed Spike.
Angel went up to Spike in a threatening manner, “Spike, just be happy that The Harvester has not showed up here, get me!!?”
“I understand,” said Spike, “I guess I’m going to be the next soulful vampire to save the world, when your dust is flying through the air because, you underestimated and didn’t care.”
“Shut up,” growled Angel.
“I’m not your son, I don’t do as I’m told,” said Spike turning and walked out of the office.
Angel watched Spike leave, “He doesn’t do what he’s told.”
Conner stood in the middle of his room. Day starting to come into the windows. The door closed. He stood there motionless looking up at the ceiling. He brought his head down from looking up and rubbed his neck from looking up in the air for so long.
He looked at the window, “Another day.” He went to the curtains and pulled them open all the way looking out onto the street. People driving by. He backed away and sat on his bed, “Cordelia?” He didn’t know what had happened to her. He could mainly guess she died. He felt her presence, that could be her from Heaven, if that’s where she went. Or, he was truly nuts, “You….you made me this way, sadder,” his voice was a great sigh as he spoke, “You said you loved me, I thought death would come….but it won’t ever come….unless, I…figure out some way.”
“Don’t feel bad,” replied Cordelia sitting down next to Conner putting her hand down his back.
Conner sat there for a moment on his bed, not moving, “That demon made me like her, I…I…” he laughed in a crazy way, stressed, “Why won’t this end?”
“Because Conner, it’s not time,” said Cordelia, “You’re my boy.”
Conner stood up, “More lies,” he sneered, “More, everyone, they keep lying to me, everyone.”
“Think about tit Conner, does everyone really lie to you?”
“She doesn’t, she just doesn’t say everything, doesn’t make false…. statements, she just doesn’t say,” he growled.
“Not her, I wasn’t myself, naturally, I would never lie Conner,” stated Cordelia.
“You’re full of lies,” he trembled with Anger, he was going to cry though, far from it, he didn’t even want to look her in the eyes, “You…no rest,” heaved Conner.
Cordelia stood up, “I love you Conner, just, you’re meant for more things,” she smiled going towards him.
“NO!!!” yelled Conner pointing at her, “I’M NOT, NOT…. I’M NOT MEANT FOR ANYTHING!!”
“That is the lie you’re telling yourself,” sighed Cordelia.
“Lies. Do you think I was meant for lies…I’m here to be lied to, that it’s lies, more, and more, lies to be told, no one to trust,” he said aggressively. Conner put his hands on his head stressfully then grabbed the mug off the nightstand from by his bed, “NO MORE LIES!!” he threw it out the window.
“Calm down Conner,” said Cordelia being so calm in her own way, his outburst causing no fear in her.
“Why did you do that, you were evil, that’s why,” he said confused about even his own words, a tear went down his cheek, “You’re dead.”
“But Conner, with you I’m still alive,” she coxed pushing his hair back from his eyes.
Conner gently put her hand down. He held her arm he looked up at her slowly. His breath came out in a sigh of hurt.
Lilah and Gunn stepped forward towards The Harvester who stepped out of the chambers closing them from behind with a wave of his hand. They bowed to him. Then stood up.
“We have failed you, your greatness,” sighed Lilah keeping her head down.
“Don’t worry, not yet, you’re likeness has not had the given time to make a victory,” smiled The Harvester, “You are dictators.”
“We are unworthy,” stated Gunn, “Master we ask for forgiveness.”
“And that is what I am giving you,” stated The Harvester walking towards them, “Scum still fills your minds, human scum. But that is not my worry, for you will advance in your reigns, but now I have a deal for you to acquire.”
Gunn and Lilah looked up from their shame.
“And forth the beginning of my plans,” he smiled, “I want you to go to this place of War, and poverty what they call her, Africa, dig up the temples, make them do it, the people there, for this is the beginning in fact of my greatest Millennia, and many more to come.”
Angel and Gwen got into the way of a Private plane, “So I’ve told the pilot that we’re going to London, he understands and we’re on our way.”
“And after we arrive?” asked Angel.
“After I help you steal this book, I’m goanna, make with the Leaving town, um… maybe I’ll go to Kansas, small place right?” she took a seat in one of the chairs and put on the seatbelt.
“If things don’t turn out when they come for you, The great army of this Harvester, do your best to fight back,” sighed Angel.
“Oh, I’m a free spirit, I won’t be taken down without a fight,” smiled Gwen.
“I’m glad your willing to join in,” sighed Angel.
“So tell me everything, what’s with your kid, this Emma, this Spike, why is the world crashing down slowly around us, because, I didn’t make myself who I am today just so I can be a slave to whatever it is,” she stated.
“Spike is a vampire with a soul from a place called Sunnydale, Emma’s his daughter, Conner has become part demon and This Harvester, we don’t know where, to really go towards his defeat.”
“You’re stuck in a hole,” replied Gwen.
“The Harvester is an ancient demon, one of the thousands probably thousands of Old One, which for some reason he wants to create an army, take over and pick certain people to be inhabited by these Old Ones. Set the world to what he thinks is right,” answered Angel sitting down and putting on his seat belt.
“You’re not April fooling me,” she sighed.
“I wish I was,” said Angel, “I wish things weren’t this complicated.”
“I see why, kind of hard to bend your mind around something this old,” replied Gwen.
“Kind of hard to know where to look, and I can tell Wesley is keeping secrets from us, or something like that, He’s even overworked,” replied Angel as the plane started taking off.
“I’m glad, I don’t, do this for a living,” said Gwen.
“Does make life kind of tough,” sighed Angel, “How about yourself.”
“Well, I’ve been doing the usual, stealing, the stuff I do, I can touch people so,” replied Angel.
“I know,” sighed Angel.
“You know, Gunn told you?” she asked, “Before?”
“No, when he came back I kind smelled you all over him,” said Angel.
“So,” smiled Gwen leaning back in her chair, “Are you jealous?”
Emma was in the old dinning room that she’d fought Conner in. She had fixed everything. She brought a Radio down there playing heavy metal music. Anger flew through her.
Emma decided to take out her anger here. She stood up on a chair then leapt onto the table she jumped up and grabbed the chandelier and swung quickly on it letting go. She flipped through the air grabbed another and flung herself against the tall ceiling catching herself. She stuck there for a moment then she let go and she landed on one of the tables in a kneeling position.
She stood up. Emma quickly grabbed a chair and smashed it on another with rage. Then she threw the shards of wood across the room and went up on a one handed flipped and flipped forward once, the second time landing on a table. She grabbed another chandelier and swung on it till she felt like throwing herself up on the ceiling.
Emma slammed her feet against the ceiling denting it. She pushed off of the ceiling landed on a table smashed it flipped up and landed on another quickly smashing it down. And she jumped up in the air twirled around acting like she was kicking something. She slammed into the rickety stage.
Her shoes skid across the floor and she fell. Not like her but she laid there for a moment. She flipped back up on her feet. She ran off the stage and landed on a chair braking it and denting the floor from the impact. She grabbed the chair next to her and threw it up into one of the only chandeliers left. The chair fell down quickly.
The glass of the chandelier smashed and the pieces rained down on her. She put her naked arms out, [wearing a tank top.] She let the glass fall on her. The glass falling down and cutting her. She looked up the glass falling on her face cutting her cheeks, the cuts healing. Her eyes closed.
It was night by the time, Angel and Gwen arrived in London. Time to go to The Watchers’ Council vaults. Wesley had spoken of where they were. Where he’d left that 5th book of the codex. Wesley had told them where to go.
The Council building was an old Castle. A little bit modern here and there. The only people in the building where in fact those of Security guards. Angel could sense them.
Angel and Gwen slowly snuck onto the property. They stood next to a large bush wall. Angel put his hands around Gwen’s waist and leapt them over the bush. They landed on the other side.
“Thanks,” whispered Gwen, she was now dressed in her black stealing attire.
“You’re Welcome,” he answered looking down the pathway.
The pathway was marble and on it’s right from where they stood was a pool, 3ft deep, just for looks, and on the other side was tables made of black fancy metal to sit by the pool. Lights lit the way of the courtyard. They walked forward.
Gwen and Angel slowly went down the path. Then there was a growled sound from behind them. Angel and Gwen stopped in there steps. They slowly turned around. Before them were 4 large guard dogs.
One started barking, “Shut up dog,” stated Angel.
“Yes,” said Gwen.
Then Angel changed his face into his vampire form. The duck stopped barking. Angel started growling at the dogs. The dogs stepped back and ran off.
Angel changed his face, “I see that come in handy,” said Gwen.
“Lets go,” said Angel.
They walked forward. Gwen and Angel sprint across the walkway. Gwen lead him to the side of the place and automatically found an security box. She pulled the box open and pulled clippers out of the bag she had. Angel kept watch.
“I could brake those,” said Angel.
“So can I,” she replied clipping the color on the outside of the wire and grabbing something that looked like a palm pilot out of her bag and putting the two close pen like orange clamps on the wires, “But we should find out the security in this baby.”
“Logical,” he stated looking around then at her.
“Security cams, motion lasers, stuff I’ve never seen,” she pulled away from the box, “I can’t get to the security cameras from here, you go there and make sure no one is watching, I will go get those guards and make my way towards the lovely book you’re looking for.”
“No,” said Angel, “We’ll get whatever guards come at us as we both get to the security room so we both can get a map of where this book will be.”
“Hey, I said-”
“This is my problem,” said Angel cutting her off.
“I’m the professional thief, not you, apparently I told you about 1, 2 yrs. Ago, you suck so we’ll take it my way.”
“No,” said Angel, “Lets go, both of us, there’ll be magical security as well, that’s the way they are.”
“Fine,” she sighed.
Spike was watching Wesley read. Spike not really having anything to do, “Isn’t there some kind of saving to, something we’re for sure with?”
“No,” said Wesley, “Not that I can tell.”
“Damn it,” said Spike sitting in the chair in front of Angel’s desk.
“Really,” said Wesley, there was a pause, he looked up from his book, “I thought you were going to get out there and save the world, not like Angel, end up getting yourself killed and everyone around you as well. You think you should trying to do more then me, I’m just sitting here reading gibberish.”
“Gibberish?” asked Spike, “You haven’t found out anything, just sitting, so my being a vampire and still breathing without needing to breath is me doing more towards this than you?”
“No,” stated Wesley, “That’s not what I said.”
“Then what’s this gibberish about?” asked Spike. They didn’t talk for a moment, “Wait,” said Spike, “What took down the Harvester last time?”
“Same thing that took down every other Old One,” said Wesley.
“What was that then?” asked Spike.
Wesley sat there for that moment, “A group of demons I believe.”
“How?” asked Spike.
“That I don’t know, I think these demons where became extinct as soon as the Old One’s were put to rest,” said Wesley.
“Well, find out,” said Spike, “And remember that machine, W&H had, you used it on Illyria and she became weaker.”
“I know, but I don’t believe that machine is still in existence,” said Wesley.
“Then figure out a bloody way of making a homemade one, make The Harvester weaker then kill him.”
“I don’t feel that it’ll be that easy Spike,” replied Wesley.
“So, we got here mainly by our bleeding-gut feelings, are we going to die because of those feelings as well?” asked Spike.
“You do have a point, but it wasn’t always that,” said Wesley.
“What, now you going to blame it on the lies, well, you’re choices for following those lies, gut feeling.”
“What if these demons, whatever they are, we figure out that they are still around, or not-” replied Wesley.
“Just spit it out,” stated Spike.
“What if we rely on this and we end up screwing it up,” replied Wesley.
“That’s why we should be what if-ing it all the time,” said Spike, “We need to actually do something.”
“That’s what we’re doing,” said Wesley.
A guard was walking around the darkness of the vacant hall. He thought her heard something and slowly turned around. Then he went back to what he was doing and started again. Then all of a sudden Angel pulled the guard’s flashlight out of his hand from behind and smacked him across the head.
The guard was out cold. Gwen jumped into the hall. The security cam smoked. She flexed her fingers.
They started going again. They went down the hall quickly then passing a door that said security room. Angel and Gwen came back walking backwards and went in through the door. Two guards were in there eating donuts.
Angel went to open the door. The door was locked. One of the guards put down his cup of coffee. The other one that was trying to see what was wrong with the cams.
“The door is locked,” said Angel, the guards could hear them from the other side.
“Well duh,” stated Gwen.
One of the guards grabbed his gun from it’s holster and went towards the door. The door then flew open. Angel had kicked it in.
Angel grabbed Gwen and threw her down as the guard shot at them. Angel jumped over the cam area where the screens were in the middle of the room. He flipped up onto his feet and kicked the gun from the guards hand and punched him across the face.
Angel kicked him in the stomach. He went up to him and punched him in the head. The Guard was knocked out. The other guard came at Angel and Gwen went down and kicked him of his feet then slammed him against the wall behind him and quickly shocked him unconscious.
Angel looked at her, “Did you kill him?”
She looked at him, “No,” she stated, “Even though I’m not the guardian, Angel.”
“Lets get this going,” stated Angel.
Gwen went to the cam monitors and pulled the plugs out of the wall. She put her hands on the keys and little electric currents went through her hands into the keys of the one board. All the fuzzy screens went back to normal. She looked at the offices, the halls, the rooms, “There, that’s where the keep the vaults.”
“Okay, that’s pretty near,” answered Angel.
“We go through the lobby and then to the basement, and into the vaults,” replied Gwen.
“Then let s do that,” said Angel.
Gwen let go of the keys and walked with Angel, “What’s with the being all dodgy?”
They walked out into the hall, “We don’t need to be all dodgy, I’m not being dodgy, I’m just busy,” he said.
“Oh, really?” she replied.
“I want to get this job done so that we can get back to America, and into that Hotel,” he replied, they kept going down the hall.
“Fine then, you’re not dodgy, that’s just you,” she smiled.
They came to the lobby. They walked forward, Gwen stopped him then grabbed a spray can from her bag. She began to spray the area. Green lights covered the room. Motion Sensors. Gwen then put her hand forward in between the lights and all of them shifted to the walls.
“Hence forth,” she said.
The basement was three levels below ground. The found it in no time. They stepped onto the next level and walked down the hall all the green motion sensors that Gwen sprayed for going up out of their way.
The vault was just around the corner. They could go in, get the book and get out. Just around the corner. Angel went first and around the corner. Someone suddenly ran into him. The dirt stench, dirt on him. Waltz. Angel looked at him as if he’d been stabbed.
Waltz dropped to the floor dirty, like he’d been pushed. His long dirty black coat had flown up over his head. Angel swallowed hard.
“Angel?” questioned Gwen looking at Angel.
Conner walked into the Dinning room. The loud heavy metal music wasn’t so loud now, like it’d been turned down. The place was a wreck. Hardly anything in place, not even in suitable condition to use.
Conner didn’t seem to see Emma anywhere. He walked over to a table. Emma then suddenly dropped from the ceiling. She landed on all fours on the table. The table had been tall enough for her to having eye contact with him quickly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, “You found me,” said Emma.
“I followed your sent,” he kept complete eye contact.
“Well, I smell nice?” she asked.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“What do you want?” she sneered, “To play puppy dog because you want me?”
Conner looked down. Emma sat on the table instead of staying in that kneeling position. She stood up. She was so close to him. Her body against his, she was filling up the space between the table and him, that had been there before.
“I’m not like Cordy was,” she sneered, “Some kind of whore,” she cocked her head and pushed him slowly back with herself, “I don’t have sex with every single thing that’ll stay still long enough.” Conner just looked at her as they stopped. She didn’t want to move him anymore. Emma put her head towards his, leaned in.
Emma put her face on his, he didn’t move or reject it, just looked at her. Her forehead against his, her nose against his. In a comfortable manner. She closed her eyes lashes, he felt them move on his cheeks. She smiled.
Conner sighed, sort of moaned, slightly. Emma spoke to him, “You’re heart goes pitter pat, pitter pat,” her voice was soft, “Your skin is warm, blood flowing from your heart around and around,” she put her hands on his chest, moved her hands up around his collar of his black shirt, “And from the sound of that moan, you’re being turned on.”
Emma then leaned in and kissed him. She put her hands in his hair. Conner put his hands up her thighs and around her waist. Then Conner was enjoying this very much.
Emma quickly pushed him off her and he fell to the ground. He watched her walk past him and the radio go off. He just looked forward. Emma left the room.
Angel looked down. A syringe was stuck in him. Waltz knocked the coat off from his head and stood up. He went towards Angel, “Hey, that was mine.”
Gwen stepped between Angel and Waltz, “Step back.”
Angel pulled the syringe and shook off the feeling, “What was that?”
“Magic, drugs,” stated Waltz.
“What?” asked Gwen.
“That was mine,” Waltz pointed at Angel acting drugged, “You owe me!”
“So, who ever you are, you’re a drug addict?” asked Gwen.
He put his finger to his mouth, “Shhh….”
“What are you doing here?” asked Angel tossing down the syringe.
“Well,” he laughed, “Turns out… the watcher’s council, doesn’t like me much, anymore,” he cocked his head as if in thought, “I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”
“Are you alright Angel?” asked Gwen.
“Fine,” said Angel.
“Unless you two are some kind of…. drug hallucination, what are you doing here?” asked Waltz.
“Work, Waltz,” said Angel walking past Waltz.
“Waltz, you know him?” asked Gwen.
“A little,” said Angel going towards the door of the last vault.
There came the call. The loud sirens of the security system, “Oh boy,” stated Gwen.
“Damn it,” growled Angel.
Gwen went over to the door and put her hand on it and the vault opened, Waltz put his hand in the air, “I’d go willingly if I were you.”
Angel went in and punched opened the smaller vault and pulled open the open the door to it. Pulling the door right off the hinges. He grabbed the book. Him and Gwen went out of the vault. Waltz stood outside the door going around in circles with his hands in the air.
Angel and Gwen ran up the stairs to the next floor. Guards were coming through the hall. Angel went forward and pushed down Gwen as the guards started shooting at them. Angel got shot in the shoulder. He threw down the book to Gwen and went towards the Guards.
Angel ducked a fist blow and grabbed one’s nights stick. He slammed it across one’s face. The guard flew into the wall. Angel went down and kicked one off his feet. He jumped back up and punched one in the face then spun around and smashed the knight stick into one’s face.
Gwen ran forward grabbed one shocked him and threw him down. Ducked a knight stick blow and flipped backwards kicking one in the face. She spun around and punched the one coming at her in the face and Then with a loud zap smacked her fist into another chest. She pulled away.
Angel grabbed the book and they ran up the stairs the loud siren still going. Once in the lobby they took a case of stairs up around the lobby. And they ran through the green lines of the motion detectors. They ran down a large hall and at the end noticed that it only lead to a window. The guards were coming too close.
They did what they had to. Gwen and Angel jumped out the window. They fell 2 stories into the pull. Angel caught Gwen before she hit the bottom of the pull. He pulled her out of the water wet. Gwen sparking, they ran for the large bush and Angel grabbed her by the waist and quickly leapt over the bush.
He lost his footing on the other side and fell Gwen landing on top of him. He held the book on his chest. There was a quick moment were the thought of him kissing her went through his head, “Waterproof,” he said, talking about the book.
Quickly they got up and took off again.
Spike was in the Lobby. Emma was looking at the weapons in the weapons cabinet. Spike went towards her, “I think the world isn’t going to be around the way it is now.”
Emma looked at Spike, “You think it’s going to end.”
“Yes,” sighed Spike, “I think we could do more.”
“Well, what stops any of us,” asked Emma, “Really, we nothing, what we do isn’t enough.”
“I love you,” Spike said going towards her, “And I want to keep you safe from all evil out there.”
“I don’t need the world to end, really,” said Emma.
“Really, it’s not ending, just turning into something different, every moment,” said Spike, “the Harvester is probably causing havoc right now,” said Spike.
“Don’t die,” said Emma, “Promise, that… when bad things start to happen, you don’t die.”
Spike looked at Emma like he was surprised by what she’d just said. Emma looked down, “I can’t trust Conner, he’s not very much of a friend, mean.” She didn’t want any eye brows raised.
“I will do all I can to live it through,” stated Spike, “I won’t just die, I’ll fight.”
“Rest will come when it’s done?” asked Emma.
“I don’t know,” Spike said.
Gwen and Angel made it back to their hotel room. Angel put the book on the table. Gwen went to the window and looked out the drapes. The city of London was as peaceful as it usually was to be guessed.
Gwen looked at him, “You’ll need those bullets out,” said Gwen going over to the cabinets in the bathroom and bringing in a first aid kit.
“We’ll go back to L.A. in the morning,” said Angel sitting down on the bed.
Gwen had taken her hair out of the braid it’d been in and she came towards him opening the first aid kit, she looked at Angel who sat there, “Don’t be shy hero, you’ll have to take your shirt off.”
Angel wasn’t acting shy he just hadn’t done it for that moment. He took his shirt off. She took out something for a sterilizer. She got a pair of tweezers out of the box and went to the wound.
She talked to him as she took the bullet out, “I think you are being dodgy.”
“What, I’m not,” he said looking away from the wound, wincing as she pulled the bullet out.
“Come on, you are, I saw the way you looked at me,” smiled Gwen using the cotton ball with alcohol on it to clean his wound.
Angel looked at her, “I’m a vampire, you don’t need to sterilize the wound.”
“It’ll make heal faster,” she said opening the bandages, she applied one softly to him, “Well, I guess you heal fast already.”
“Yeah, I do,” said Angel looking at her.
She put the kit away and closed the cabinets in the bathroom. Gwen walked out of the bathroom. All of a sudden Angel kissed her. She pulled away for a moment quite blown away by him wanting to do that. Her skin warmed. She leaned in and kissed him again.
Angel had his arms around her waist. The chip in her back sent out little sparks and she shocked Angel. He pulled away. Backed up. She went to him and put her naked hands on his chest and a jolt of electricity went through him.
His heart started beating all of a sudden. Gwen shoved him against the bed and crawled on top of him. Blood soared through his body rapidly. Of course he wasn’t alive. Just because the heart is alive doesn’t mean that you’re not mystically dead.
Angel eased his hands up her arms. The false heart beat he received made the blood surge through him, made his insides wild. He unzipped the front of her black shirt putting his left hand into her hair kissing her. He grabbed the waist of her leather pants and rolled her over on the hotel bed. He didn’t stop kissing her.
African American natives with lethal automatic rifles shot through the area. Fires around the sandy, dirty, village surroundings. The night all around in the same. Heat and Fire.
Gunn and Lilah walked through the small village. The bullets going towards them but they shielded back. Some of the fearing natives started getting down on their knees and bowing. A woman screamed her husband and dead child in her arms.
Gunn stepped forward, he looked at the shooters, their guns exploded, “You do by what we, and the master has send forth to you!!”
Conner went into his bedroom. Day still coming through the dank curtains. He sat down on his bed. He laid back. He closed his eyes.
“She hurt you,” sighed Cordelia, the lady of the hour, stood in front of the window blocking the light. Conner opened his eyes, “I wish you weren’t getting hurt, my sweet boy, everything, it’s all wrong.”
“Why are you here?” asked Conner looked at her, the light around her making her look almost like an angel, “Are you the one that’s supposed to give me the rest I’ve wanted?”
“Sorry, but you’re the one that’ll seek the rest Conner, you’ll make things possible, I’m sorry.”
“You hurt me,” said Conner.
“I wish I hadn’t of been evil, I wish I hadn’t of planned all that,” sighed Cordelia, “Well, I hadn’t really, planned it all.”
“A lie did,” stated Conner, “And now you pester me. Filthy spirit.”
Cordelia went to Conner’s side, “I heard what she said, Emma, doesn’t me.”
“You…make me sick,” said Conner.
Cordelia stroke his cheek, “I know that isn’t true.”
“You hurt,” said Conner rolling over.
Cordelia sat on the side of the bed stroking his hair, “See, right now, you have time to rest.”
“My mind won’t let it,” said Conner.
“Too many memories,” sighed Cordelia, “Those lies, life.”
“Life isn’t lies.”
“But Conner, sometimes it is, that’s what life we come upon,” stated Cordelia, “You just found hurt before you found love. I want you to find that love.”
“What were you doing, when-”
“When I was evil, I was right here, I just couldn’t control what I did, Conner, I do love you, and wish so much happiness for you. But you want it the wrong way.” Conner stood up, Cordelia went to him, “I did care Conner, so much, I tried to give you that love but you rejected it.”
“How, I wanted that love, whatever love you could give to me, I wanted it,” stated Conner.
“Then why did you not see it?” asked Cordelia, “Your life, you’ve seen it so wrong, your eyes, those,” she caressed his face, “Your sweet blue eyes, they didn’t let you see the truth.”
Conner looked at her hurt and confused, “What?”
“Your heart makes you confused, everything hurts, because there’s nothing else it can do,” sighed Cordelia.
“Why are you talking to me now?” asked Conner.
“Cause I know that you need me,” said Cordelia kissing his forehead.
“Emma,” said Conner pulling away.
Cordelia put her hands firmly on his shoulders in a womanly way, “You have used her, you’re a man, you’ve taken her whenever you wanted, you’ve hurt her, letting her hurt you.”
“I didn’t mean to,” said Conner.
“You being quiet scares her, but think about how you feel, you know what’s there,” said Cordelia.
“A filthy demon,” stated Conner, “I think I hate her.”
“It’s your feeling what do you really feel?”
Conner’s eyes teared up, “I want sleep. Stop.”
She kissed him on the lips and pulled away, “Then lay down and rest.”
Angel sat in his chair on the airplane. That morning. He had his seat belt buckled around his waist. Gwen walked in from the pilot’s cabin, “We’ll be there in 15mins.” Angel watched her walk, “What?”
“I never noticed how beautiful you are,” sighed Angel, “That’s all,” he smiled for her.
“Something’s wrong,” said Gwen sitting down in front of him.
“Nothing,” said Angel.
“Really,” said Gwen.
“I guess it’s the soul, making me act this way, if there’s any way I’m acting different,” said Angel.
“You seem kind of sad,” said Gwen.
“I’m no poster boy for good,” sighed Angel.
“You’re fine, just ignore that guilt, cause you did nothing wrong,” said Gwen.
Angel looked up at her, “When we get back,” started Angel, “You have to leave.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind, I don’t like the apocalypse life, and you’re not a very good thief anyway,” she laughed.
“Good, you have to know that that did mean a lot,” said Angel.
“Of course,” said Gwen, “It’s Natural.”
Angel smiled at her.
Spike had put his coat on and left through the sewers to go look around for some news, if any, at the same time keeping low. Wesley was drinking a cup of coffee looking at the pictures in his folder. Righting down little notes. Night had gone by and day had come again.
Wesley turned on the T.V. to watch the news. He was getting sick of the pictures, those two beings, getting on his nerves. Everything around him, getting on his nerves. He felt time on his brain. If he could get some sleep it was always at the wrong time.
He turned on the news and there was a report. The reporter was describing what was going on in the video beside him. Natives of Africa running around like there was no tomorrow, running in the night, “This is a time of the paranormal. In the south of Africa last night two unknown beings went into that country and took over. All war there has by this time seized. People of all ages have began to dig, what for we ask?” The people in the video were bowing to Gunn and Lilah.
Angel walked in from the basement with Gwen. Wesley looked at them, “Looks like it’s begun.”
“I’ve got to go Angel,” said Gwen.
Angel handed the Codex to Wesley, “Wait, come up stairs I’ve got something I think you should have said Angel.”
“I think I should go into hiding now,” said Gwen, “Begin packing.”
“This may be worth a lot to you,” said Angel, “For protection.”
“Okay,” stated Gwen baffled by the newsman’s story.
“We’re sending over officials now,” said the news man, “Stay tuned with news from our people.”
Angel lead Gwen up to his room and closed the door behind her. Gwen looked at his room, “What is it Angel, you saw, the world, right there going down before you.” She sighed, “It’s the beginning.
Gwen looked at the room and he stood behind her. Quickly, Angel’s face changed and he locked onto her throat. Electricity went through his body. Made him suck on her neck harder. Blood dripped down her neck, down her breast and her shirt.
He drunk her dry and pulled away from her limp body dropping her to the ground. Dropped her like he had no need for her any more. He wiped his lips, “It’s only natural,” he laughed.
He took in a deep breath, a moan of heat going through him. He smiled, “Angelus is back,” he laughed.
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