“SHE NEVER SAID SHE’D FORGIVE YOU, only that she would get over it,” said Conner.
They stood in Angel’s office. Angel stood next to his desk running his fingers on the edge, looking down at it’s wood. Conner stood in front of him across the room next to the door, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes fixed on Angel.
“I know that Conner, but, I’ve done things that-”
“You always do things,” roared Conner, his voice became sarcastic, “Bad things, you’re an innocent being, not your fault!”
“That’s not what I meant at all, I’m no way innocent, I regret what I’ve done, regret my life,” stated Angel.
“Not enough,” said Conner throwing his arms down to his sides, “Never enough,” gripped his fist.
“You should be happy that the only thing Angelus did was torture her,” stated Angel. Conner looked at him aggressively. “Conner, Angelus has raped and killed girls like her.”
“Nobody is like her, and stop that,” said Conner.
“Stop what?” asked Angel.
“Stop that, ‘Angelus did it,’ thing,’” growled Conner, he stepped towards him as he angered, “You know very well that you are Angelus!”
“I’m not, we’re two different people,” stated Angel looking up at Conner.
“No you’re not, Angel is just a mask, just something you wear, you’re always going to be Angelus,” he stated.
“I’m not a mask, not,” said Angel hurt, inside he was hurt, his eyes showed that emotion.
“Prove me wrong,” pointed Conner, “Prove it. When you were a human, you did sinful things, wrong,” he put his hand down, “Angelus wasn’t much different, you just brutally tortured and killed.”
“That’s not how it is,” said Angel going towards Conner.
“You haven’t proven me wrong,” sneered Conner stepping back.
“I can’t control Angelus when he’s out,” said Angel.
Conner grabbed his head in stress, “YOU STOP SAYING THAT!!” he slammed his hands on the desk and broke off some of the edge, “You are Angelus, stop lying,” Conner trembled with anger, holding his teeth tight together.
“I’m not Angelus, I don’t feel like Angelus, I don’t urge like him. I’m not evil,” said Angel, “I’m Angel, I’m right here, I’m what you see Conner.”
Conner shook his head, “No.” He looked down, “You’re just some guy that I work with that’s nice most of the time, but sometimes,” he looked up, “You change into my father. Angelus.”
“Conner-”
“You’re not my father, you’re just,” Conner looked down at the ground confused, “A cover.”
Angel‘s eyes were wet. Conner stepped quickly out of Angel’s office. Angel stood there watching him go from him. Angel’s insides felt a lonely feeling, sickening feeling.
THE BARREN BACKED UP down the alley. Something in front of him. It quickly shot at him, The Barren punched it down. This thing was a vampire. The vampire’s face shifted back to normal.
“Fighting your own, evil, kind,” spat the Spanish demon, two horns sticking out of the top of his head. His nose covered in scales, he wore a nice outfit, not too nice to fight in either. His eyes were big and inhumanly bright green, “ You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
The mysterious vampire was tall, 6ft. Thin. He had long wavy brown hair he kept pulled back in a pony tail. Brown eyes. Some what Cro-Magnon forehead, thick brown eyebrows. Wrinkle less, smooth, European face. He was a good looking young man, but with most of L.A.’s chances he wasn’t all that young.
He flipped up onto his feet then adjusted his vest. He wore a black tank top, then black long sleeve unbuttoned button up shirt over it and a dark green vest that wasn’t buttoned either. And to finish his look a pair of black leather pants, and black boots.
He had a deep Irish accent, “ Not when I’d be gettin’ me self a killer, such as you.”
“Get out of my way and I won’t have you killed Chico,” stated the demon going towards him cracking his knuckles.
The mysterious Irishman ducked a right then a left and backed up from him, “I didn’t go a travelin’ around here, findin’ ya” he ducked again Then jumped up and kicked him across the face and turned around 360 to punch him, really quickly, “Such a strong hold, just to be loosin’.”
“I’ve got power, what, you want money?” asked The Barren.
“Nope,” stated the vamp. He ducked another blow.
The Irishman did a black flip and landed next to a stack of old wooden chairs in the alley grabbing one of the longer pieces of wood and smacking it across the demon’s head, once, twice. The Barren hit the ground then grabbed and stick went to hit the vamp. Vamp ducked.
They blocked each other’s blows, one, two three. The Vamp shot a dagger from his sleeve and cut the demon in the face, the demon falling back. He stabbed the demon, once, twice. The Barren could cause a puddle of blood quickly.
Final blow. The Irish vamp slashed the dagger across his throat the head going off. He looked down at the body, “Thought he’d be more of a terror.” He shrugged his shoulders put away the dagger and walked off.
DAWN’S PACKING WAS COMPLETE. Wesley was watching Dawn pack. “You want to help?” she asked knowing he was there.
“Not really,” said Wesley.
Dawn seemed to be looking for something, “Oh, where could it have gone,” she said to herself.
“What may I ask you’re looking for?” requested Wes leaning at her door way.
“Oh, it’s nothing really,” stated Dawn, she looked in her empty clothes drawers.
“What did you do?” asked Wesley.
“What?” she requested looking at him quickly, innocently, trying to look so innocent. Don’t make him wonder what she did.
“I take it you’re looking for this,” stated Wesley pulling the book out and opening it to the spell that she’d done.
“Yes,” said Dawn going towards him, going to grabbed the book, he pulled it from her hands.
“No, what did you erase?” asked Wesley.
“Something, horrible, that didn’t need to be know,” said Dawn.
Wesley closed the door to her room and went towards her she backed away into her bed as he spoke, “Do you have any idea what you were doing?”
“I know about magic, you have to be careful,” stated Dawn.
“Careful,” he said his eyes going wide, “You must be more then careful girl.”
“Things are better now,” said Dawn.
“What was it, you can tell me that Dawn,” said Wesley, “What did you do?” he closed the book. “That spell, it was one of the strongest known spells of this century, one mess up could of, cause, so much-”
“I know, that’s why I was careful,” said Dawn.
“Only the most powerful Warlocks have done such of these spells, and in the company of each other,” said Wesley.
“It wasn’t that big,” pleaded Dawn her eyes filling with tears, because, Emma was family, she didn’t want her to feel so bad.
“It was, what was it?” asked Wesley.
“Can they hear us?” questioned Dawn gong to Wesley quickly.
“Conner and Emma are out,” said Wesley.
“Far?” asked Dawn.
“Far enough,” stated Wesley.
“I wanted Emma to forget that, Angelus, raped her,” cried Dawn, “I just wanted to do that for her, so bad. It worked, nobody remembers. That.”
She wiped her face, Wesley looked down at her. He handed her the book back, “Things should stay forgotten, just don’t think you can do it again, with anything. Next time, well, just don’t use magic Dawn.”
“What about the greater good?” asked Dawn, “That’s what it should used for.”
“This was personal for one Dawnie,” said Wesley, “Another, you are no trained Wicca, you could of screwed up the entire order of things.”
“I had hope though,” said Dawn, “And I cared for Emma enough, to not let it mess up. It’s scary, everything, choices. But I wasn’t going to let this hell keep going for her, I’ll rest the secret. I die with it.”
“I agree, in the same,” stated Wesley.
“And, so I’m leaving all this, at that,” stated Dawn, “I’m leaving L.A. for a very long time.”
“You can stay, schools here are good, we need more people around,” said Wesley.
“My whole, crush thing on Conner, I think it’s best if I leave for like, till it goes away,” suggested Emma.
“Now that I think about it,” said Wesley, “You’re a smart girl that way.”
“Yeah, plus, I’ve got the next 5,999,999,999 people, or to think, about half of that, cause I’m not gay, people to fall for,” she said enthusiastically.
“WES TAUGHT ME the currency,” said Conner looking at Emma from across the table of the diner they were in. Day it was again.
“Currency?” questioned Emma looking up at him.
“Buy things,” stated Conner, “Money.”
She leaned on her fists, her elbows on the table, her legs in the seat. She wore blue jean capris, black boots and a white tank top with her black jean jacket. Conner had his hands on the table, he wore a blue jacket and a long sleeved gray shirt and black jeans with his boots.
Emma seemed a little dazed. Conner looked down at her glass of juice. “I thought you were getting better,” he whispered.
She looked at him, “Of course.”
“Is something wrong?” he questioned.
“Things,” sighed Emma biting her lip.
“Don’t bite your lips,” said Conner, “You’ll make them bleed.”
She licked her lips, looked at the table for a long moment. A very long moment. Emma slowly put her hands down on the table. She moved her hands to his. Conner moved his to hold hers and she pulled away, “No,” came her sigh. Conner just looked at her. Emma looked down at his hands as he sat them flat against the table again.
Conner watched her every move, confused, reading her, trying to read her. Emma slowly put her hands on top of his, feeling his skin, his fingers softly. He watched her. He felt a rush, but he didn’t show it. She touched his wrist and had him turn his hands over.
Emma touched his palms felt his wrists. She sat up straighter and followed his arms slowly, till she got to his elbow and back down to the palms touching his fingers, the tips. Conner just looked at her. She looked up at him, her eyes showed that she had some kind of curiosity. Her eyes looked at him for a long moment.
He missed those big blue eyes looking at him. Conner felt a chill down his spine as he breath through his mouth just watching her. Looking at her, trying to, really, know her thoughts.
She stood up and stepped over to his side of the table. He stood up, “Leaving?” he asked. Emma touched his shoulders and made him sit down.
Sat back down he did. Emma sat next to him. Conner didn’t know what was going on, nobody was in there, not enough people these days in the mornings to stare. She sat on her knees on the backs of her feet/shoes. “hmm…” she breathed.
“What?” he asked.
No reply. She put her hands on his shoulder and held them then ran her hand up his neck, he had goose bumps on his neck. She brought him closer to her, an inch between there faces, Conner looking up at her.
Conner’s insides where sitting, resting in a state of complete suspense. He felt like if he let out a breath the wrong way he’d ruin her. Her touch, the touch that warmed his skin, she knew it too. He didn’t want to be taunted by her, but that’s what he did want. Taunt away.
Emma felt his jaw line with the her soft hands. The shape of his face. Her eyes looked dazed by the curiousness. Conner was just confused, and willing to let him touch her.
He just watched her, sometimes her hands. Mainly her eyes. She ran her fingers on his cheek. Felt his forehead slowly. Conner closed his eyes as she touched her eyes lids lightly. Ran her left fingers down the arch of his nose ever so slowly, like she would accidentally brake him. Slowly he opened his eyes, waiting for her to make the next move.
In a trance the moment seemed. Emma was like an angel in a trance to him. Conner wanted to kiss her as she touched his lips, so close to him. Her sent in his nostrils. Conner slowly pushed her hair off the right side of her face as she stroked his lips lightly.
“You know,” said the waitress, “I’d kiss if I were you.” Emma looked at her then stood up and walked back over to her seat. Conner swallowed and sat back where he was. The waitress smiled amused, “Food?” Emma took a drink of her orange juice.
NINA WATCHED ANGEL from the other side of the room. “Now I just kind of feel like a stalker.”
“I hardly think you’ll fit that criteria,” stated Wesley putting away some of his books in Angel’s office as Nina watched Angel in the lobby doing things with his weapons.
“Well, at least you’ll talk to me,” said Nina.
“I’m always around for that sort of thing it seems,” said Wesley, “Good to know that I’m of some form of help to the world,” he put the books officially down and walked over to her.
“I don’t think Angel cares about me anymore,” said Nina.
“I doubt that,” stated Wesley.
“Well, that’s how it feels,” said Nina, “Didn’t call me all last year, then, he-”
“Nina, um… he was dead for three months,” stated Wesley.
“It’s hard not to forget,” replied Nina.
“Understandable,” sighed Wesley.
“I guess he wasn’t the one,” sighed Nina.
Wesley looked at her, “Well, Nina,” he began “I don’t really think he’s been the best choice on earth for that. Ever.”
Nina smiled and grabbed her jacket and purse off the coat rack and went out the doors of the Hyperion. Angel put the weapons down and looked back, “I wonder if she has a cage,” sighed Angel.
NIGHT. Wesley was very interested in the fax machine. The phone rings that means there’s a fax coming. Then he just waits till the piece of paper comes through the printer like place. Then he has some information. Usually from contacts.
ANGEL SAT IN HIS OFFICE. He watched Wesley walk in and out of that office all day. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.
“STOP IT!!” demanded Angel watching Wesley. Wesley stopped in mid step holding a piece of blank copy paper. Angel rubbed his forehead, “Sorry, just, um…keep going, okay, sorry.”
“Alright Angel,” replied Wesley, “Someone keeps sending us blank fax papers, no doubt our trusty, Vincent, can’t work a fax machine.”
“Um… just keep going,” sighed Angel.
“Alright,” said Wesley, “I’ll try to be quieter.”
“If you’re any damn more quieter I’m going to tear my damn brains out Wes,” growled Angel.
There was Wesley’s standing all around him, all around the room. All of them talking, each one of them from a different time. One was sitting on a garden bench with his old glasses on. Two more Wesley’s were wearing the glasses [back when Wesley first came on the show, Angel.] One was drinking, most of them were talking to him.
“Alright,” stated Wesley, he was confused.
Angel blinked and all the Wesley’s went away suddenly. Angel let out a breath slowly. He got up and walked out of the room. Angel walked out of there and sat down on the purple seat. Emma was on the bar drawing. She watched Angel.
Conner saw Angel enter as he walked over to the desk behind the bar and sat down in the seat watching Emma. “We’re all that’s left Angel,” said Emma. Angel looked straight forward. “Where did my dad go?”
Angel slowly looked over to her, “He went away. Angelus threatened to kill you.”
Conner made a sound of him scoffing. Emma looked at him, “Where?” asked Emma.
“I have no idea, just not in L.A.,” said Angel.
“What don’t you stop talking to her if you’re going to help her,” said Conner.
“I can talk to who I want,” said Emma, “I don’t need you to approve of them.”
“He-” began Conner.
“I’ve got news,” stated Wesley coming out of his office with a piece of paper at hand, “A contact has pulled through with something new.”
“What is it?” asked Angel getting up and going over to him.
“Well there’s been some sightings of a vigilantly vampire going around killing major demon bosses, manly men of strong hold, really bad people,” said Wesley.
Emma got off the bar, “Do they have a description, maybe it’s-”
“Sorry, it’s not Spike,” stated Wesley, “Actually, it’s a white male about 6ft. Vampire, Irish, slight Cro-Magnon forehead, brown eyes, and long wavy brown hair, looks to be in his early 20s.”
“Kind of describes him,” said Emma pointing at the man at their front door.
“A lot comes through that door,” said Angel.
“The vampire vigilantly, has arrived,” said Wesley, “James of course.”
“That bein’ me,” replied James.
“I take it you have a reason to have come to L.A.” stated Angel, “Helping people I hope.”
“Tell me Angel, remember a woman name be it a Lora,” questioned James.
IRELAND: 1752. Angel was still Liam. He was throwing around his fist with a group of drunks. He was shoved against a wall and punched in the face, blood dripped down his top lip from his nose. He ducked the next blow. Angel kicked the drunk in the crotch and punched him in the face.
Angel grabbed up his mug of ale and downed it. Another one of his fellow drunks pushed him over the table in front of him and he dropped his drink all over his own face. Angel got back up on his feet and punched the man and was grabbed from behind and tossed out onto the street.
He laid there for a moment laughing. The guys that threw him out went back in. Angel still laughed in the sand.
“Liam,” said a lovely Irish voice of a young woman. She had long curly blonde hair that she wore pulled back in a braid. She was thin and had brown eyes to go with her innocent face, she was very young.
He looked up at her, “Lora.”
“A bar fight, your father will be angry,” she stated.
“My father, doesn’t know nothin’ ,” he said trying to get up.
Lora put her hand out to help him, Liam excepted it, “Fightin’ about when you should be at home sleepin’, and you got ale all over yourself.”
He wobbled a little bit, “Nice strong woman such of as yourself, playing out here in the night.”
“Come to the back,” said Lora walking him around the other side of the pub.
“What would a pretty like you be a takin’ me to the back for?” he slurred.
“You’re flying drunk Liam, you can’t live you’re life sheets to the wind and what not,” she said sitting him on a chair next to the back pub door. [I don’t know how old that ‘sheets to the wind’ saying is.]
“I’d be likin’ another ale now,” stated Liam.
“No,” replied Lora.
“Come on now,” he looked at her as she pulled a bucket of water out of the pub back door and a thick cloth. She dipped it and he watched her, “You’re not such a little girl anymore, Lora.”
“The ale makes you barbaric,” replied Lora putting the cold cloth to his bruised cheek.
“The ale makes you like an Amazon, her beauty makes me eyes feel like they’ve been taken out.”
“No,” she wiped the blood of his face, “There’s hope left that you’ll be back to your normal self in no time.”
Angel drunkenly looked up at her letting her whip the dirt and blood off his face. “You got the touch of many Angels.”
“You know what a nobleman you could of made yourself Liam, such potential, but you’re putting it away in the drink,” replied Lora.
Angel quickly put his hand around her waist and pulled her down on him. “You smellin’ pretty like a lady too.”
“I don’t need comments from a lousy drunker,” she stated.
“You like em’ though,” he said standing up and putting his other hand, left on her other side of her waist. He turned her around and leaned in kissing her neck.
Angel put her against the wall of the pub and kissed her jaw then her lips. Slowly he untied the back of her dress. She pulled off his shirt ripping off the buttons.
“UMM… LORA?” questioned Angel, “250 some years ago, seen her, I hate to ask, how’s she doing?”
“Dead,” stated James.
“Well I take it you’re not new,” replied Wesley.
“252,” stated James, “That’s counting me human years.”
“I hope Lora got to die at a happy ripe old age,” stated Angel.
“She was me mother,” said James stepping down the Hyperion lobby’s steps, “Died after I got turned.”
“Well I take it you have a story,” said Wesley.
“Story, James, named after me grandpa, an Englishman, I was a fancy man. I lived in the pubs, mother always said, ‘I was like my father, livin’ the promiscuous life’ dancin’ with all the pretties. That lead me to no good,” James folded his arms across his chest, “Ended up finding me a pretty lady with fangs, my lovely Sofia, turned out she was a Greek whore, about 700yrs. Old, her real name was Inimica and preferred a Mormon stated of view, but with all the husbands and not with all the wives. I didn’t much like that, killed them, and her.”
“Quite eventful,” replied Angel, “So what’s this have to do with you being in L.A. and will I have to kill you?”
“I’m not done,” James said bluntly, “I realized killing my kind felt better than anything else.”
“So you’re all noble?” asked Emma.
“I guess you could say that,” said James, “I get a great rush to kill, demons a like. Human’s, not as good as some forms of Calfine-Derous demons, so I don’t need humans.”
“You don’t have a soul,” stated Emma, “I can smell on you.”
“But I don’t wish to be hurtin’ ya, do I?” asked James.
Everyone was quiet. Not doing anything, “He hasn’t smelt of lies the whole time,” replied Conner.
“Now, sniff if I’m lying with this final of my news,” smiled James, “Right, they can smell lies?” he looked at Angel, “Father?”
“What?” asked Angel.
“Think you could just have been a livin’ the life you were a livin’ as a human and get away with it, accidents have been a happenin’ forever,” stated James.
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