*I didn't have enough time to read through this, but I hope it turned out good.*
“I’M NOT EVIL,” said James, “Everyone has to be puttin’ a stereotype on me.”
“You can’t be his son,” scoffed Conner.
Angel looked down, “It was only one night.”
Conner looked at him, then at James, “I’m his son.”
“It’s all possible,” said Wesley, “More possible then anything really.”
“Just be it ironic I’d gettin’ me self turned into a vamp,” stated James.
“Exactly,” said Wesley, “This is different.”
Angel was speechless. He just looked down at the ground. Everyone was quiet. James folded his arms across his chest. They were just really quiet. “I’m Emma.”
“Oh,” said James, “That name, German English, means complete and whole.”
Conner stepped in front of Emma like he was going to try and protect her, “Conner.”
“Conner,” smiled James, “You?”
“Wesley Wyndam Price,” smiled Wesley.
“I see, we now are really acquainted,” said James, “Father?”
“Stop that,” said Angel.
“What?” smiled James, “Callin’ ya father?”
“I hardly know you, and you come in her claiming to be my son, I did know Lora, but, we have to be precautious now in these days and all,” said Angel, “Wesley, find a spell, some kind of DNA test.”
“Thanks to many illusions I had during my 3month vacation down to the practical Artic, I might be able to help that.”
Conner watched Emma.
Angel looked at James, “You come with me into my office, we’re going to have a long talk.”
ANGEL LEAD JAMES INTO his office. “Sit down,” demanded Angel.
“Why so flip?” asked James sitting down in the chair in front of Angel‘s desk.
Angel stood next to his desk, “Tell me, give me some good reason about yourself to prove I should trust you.”
“Good be it reason?” questioned James, “Alright, I like long walks on the beach, drinking pinacoladas, walking in the rain and making love at midnight, and sometimes, I like to feel controlled,” his voice had been sarcastic, especially when he said he liked to be ‘controlled’.
“Funny, real funny, James, I won’t be dragged up the road, I’ve already taken more lies then my 278 yr. Can handle,” growled Angel putting his hands on the desk firmly.
“Well, I’m not driving you up the old road, well, I haven’t walked on the beach in years, decades, I find pinacoladas a bit too lady like of a drink for me old taste buds. I don’t really like getting rained on. Doesn’t matter what time of the day that I have sex, and I don’t really care for being controlled, but,” he laughed, “I did know this one woman in, Edinburgh, who didn’t say no to cotton or leather.”
“I don’t need to know that,” replied Angel, “Really didn’t need to know.”
“What do you need me to tell you, I’m protecting people, I’m your son,” he said, “Really?”
“I’m old enough to know not to trust someone just coming in and saying that they were conceived during a one night stand I had back 200 plus years ago with 19yr. Old.”
“17,” said James, “Mother was 17.”
“See,” said Angel pacing his office, “She lied to me too.”
“Don’t be bad talkin’ me mother,” answered James, “She was a lovely woman, poor thing, died of some kind of blood disease after me step father be well died.”
“In no time we’ll have that test for you,” said Angel.
“That won’t matter, life is a might bit too long for fellas like you and me, I come in here, wouldn’t be scratchin’ your surfaces of this little bit of earth that you be settin’ up for yourself, just claim all that leaves my mouth a bunch of be it lies,” said James putting his boots on his father’s desk, “Don’t worry, you tell yourself, I be leavin’ before the end of eternity. Just forget about little James.”
“That has nothing to do with it,” said Angel.
“I’ve got more theories,” stated James.
“I don’t need to hear them,” said Angel.
“My poor boy,” smiled Lora standing next to James, stroking James’ hair, James didn’t act like she was doing anything at all, “He was going to be a great astrologist, till he found out my husband wasn’t his daddy and he turned towards the worst.”
“What are you looking at?” asked James, “Me eyes are right here. I know,” James stood up, they looked at each other, same height, a lot of the same looks, “I’m blowin’ your mind. I look, so much like you. Compared to that sack of bones Conner out there, so who’s his mother?”
“My sire,” replied Angel, “There’s a whole story.”
“I take it he’s young,” sighed James.
“20,” said Angel.
“Has to be a story, that’s America for ya,” answered James looking down.
“You have no soul?” asked Angel.
“No, I know that makes me, sound bad,” he looked down, “I’m looking for a finish in my life, or, a beginning more or less to say.”
“So you come around and find me?” asked Angel.
“I know it’s probably because, I be coming around after this many of years,” he stated.
There was a knock on the door, “Yes?” asked Angel.
Wesley opened the door, “There’s a personal call, really,” said Wesley, “Line one.”
“Oh, so Brit man here is your secretary,” said James.
“James, please excuse me,” said Angel.
“Why don’t you let our boy talk,” said Lora sitting on Angel‘s desk, Angel watched her.
James walked out of the room and into the Lobby. Wesley closed the door behind James. Emma sat on the bar, Conner was behind the bar. Standing there, watching James every move. He definitely didn’t trust him and that could have been more just the regular sibling rivalry.
“I might have a book in my collection up stairs,” said Wesley going up the stairs to the top.
Everything in the room was really quiet. They were quiet. Emma stacked the books up she sat next to. James folded his hands over his chest, “So, Emma,” Emma looked at him, “What your story?” he gave her one of those charming smiles he could pull off.
Conner put his hands in his pockets still watching him, his face expressionless. Emma sucked in her jaws for a moment, [Spike has done that before. But her affect wasn’t manly and her jaws weren’t that sunken in obviously.] “Daughter of a Slayer and Vampire.”
“Really?” asked James, he walked towards her with a satisfied grin, “Now, when I used to be on the brink of the evil ways, I killed myself about 18 slayers. No offense or anything.”
“I’ve killed 87 slayers,” [number is somewhere around there.] stated Emma her voice emotionless as she spoke.
“Oh, a girl after me heart,” smiled James.
Conner had gone around the bar to James’ side without James noticing, “Back off.” Conner clearly sensed his territory being invaded.
“Back off?” laughed James, “Little brother, I don’t have to.”
“You may have killed 18 slayers, but I can kill a vamp with my bare hands,” sneered Conner going towards James.
“Calm down Conner,” stated Emma, Conner looked at her then back at James.
“Bare hands,” quoted James, he looked at Emma, “Strong eh’ Mr. Mouse man can do damage?”
Conner’s eyes turned yellow, he showed his fangs as he spoke, “Say that when I’m crushing your skull in my hands.”
“Different,” said James, “How can he do that?”
Emma made her eyes flash yellow like Conner’s, “It’s a gift.”
“More to you than meats the eyes, like your pretty blue ones,” smiled James, “I like the blue ones.”
Emma eyes stayed normal, “Really.”
Conner went up to James, he would have qualified to be towering over him, if James wasn’t an inch taller than him. Conner put his finger against his chest firmly pushing back backwards, “I said Back off.”
“She’s yours?” questioned James his smile widening.
“What do you think?” sneered Conner.
“She never said that,” James laughed.
“You two,” said Angel firmly coming out of his office, “Conner, back off of him.”
“He’s-”
“Hitting on Emma, I heard,” said Angel.
“Fine,” growled Conner stepping back from James his eyes going back to normal. “Never mind,” he headed off to the stairs.
“Moody,” laughed James.
Emma didn’t laugh, Emma didn’t reply to him. She made no action of caring about him in a nice way or mean way. “He’s fine,” She stated plainly.
Angel let out a sigh, “Um.. The police were on the phone, they found,” he swallowed, “Nina’s body.”
“That wolf girl?” asked Emma.
“She’s dead,” said Angel.
“What, wolf girl?” asked James.
“My ex-girlfriend,” sighed Angel.
“What killed her?” asked Emma.
“They didn’t tell me,” said Angel, “They said when they find out more they’ll alert me, since I’m her closest to kin person in town.”
“That’s sad,” said James.
“Now, back to the problems at hand,” inquired Angel.
“Problem?” questioned James, “I’m no problem, I’m just around.”
“We don’t know if we can trust you,” answered Angel.
“Well, I can tell if he’s lying or not,” said Emma, “I can smell it.”
“Another gift to the beautiful one of you bunch,” he looked at Angel, “No offense.”
Angel shook his head blocking out Lora who was talking to him about nothing, her mouth moving but nothing coming out. “Fine, no offense.”
“So what do you guys do around here, to help people?” asked James.
CONNER SLAMMED HIS bedroom door shut when he walked into his area. Things were still mess up from when he went wolf-y, just the mattress was set down correctly and the glass and mirror was fixed up. Conner stood there for a long moment. His eyes flipping from blue, to their angry vampiric yellow, and back.
His nightstand stood there next to the bed, then another on the other side of his bed. Lamp on one and the other one had a broken cup on it. The head bored of the bed was already destroyed. Conner went to the window.
He looked out it through the small place between the drapes. Then he angrily grabbed the draped and threw them open. He accidentally ripped them clean off from the window. He looked at the window.
Backed away from it and he looked in the mirror at himself. His eyes were yellow. He opened his mouth looking at his teeth, fangs on the top. He closed his mouth. Conner pushed his hair back, he had cut it back over the summer, [it looked like it did in the beginning of season 4 of Angel.]
Conner was stuck in one form, youth, never changing. He hadn’t expected he’d aged much since he was 16, but he wouldn’t. Thanks to, his, Emma. Not James, not anyone else’s. he slammed his right fist into the mirror braking it.
Brought his fist up and watched blood drip down his knuckles. Then the blood went back into it’s wounds and the wounds healed. He punched at the broken mirror again his hand going through the wall to the bathroom.
He backed away and grabbed the mattress and tossed it at the wall. Corner of the mattress hit the window and broke it. Conner grabbed his lamp and threw it into the wall, he picked up the nightstand and threw it at the wall. Night stand’s wood broke up from the force as it met the drywall.
Conner went over to his Chester drawers and started punching them in repeatedly. His fist flying back and forth the wood hitting his knuckles and loosing like they were in battle. His knuckles healed as he looked at them. His eyes stayed yellow, but he didn’t brake anything else, everything there was broken. Pretty much.
A WOMAN CAME INTO THE RIGHT PLACE. She was a middle aged woman. Seemed a little nerve racked. Shaky, her hair was going from black, to gray as one would see her hair. She had bags of stress under eyes, and those big blue orbs were as well blood shot.
Grasping her purse tightly she walked up to Wesley at the Lobby desk. “I need help,” she said.
“Of course,” said Wesley.
IN NO TIME Wesley, James, Angel, and Emma were standing in Angel’s office listening to fretted woman’s story.
“So let me get this?” asked Angel, “You’re being chased down by the mob.”
“Not just any mob, a demon mob,” said The woman.
“Demon mob,” quoted Emma, “What’d you do?”
“Nothing,” said the woman, “They started following me.”
“Hmm… so you need some kind of guard work?” asked Angel.
“No, I’d rather prefer it you kill them,” said The Woman, she looked around in her bluntness, “Isn’t that what you guys do?”
“Sort of,” said Angel, “So, you didn’t do anything?”
“No, nothing, Ever since about 3 weeks ago, I can’t get away from them,” replied The woman.
“Alright,” said Angel, “I’m happy to say we have a case.” He looked at the woman quickly, “Not to offend you, you know, for your loss of feeling safe in your own home.”
“Oh, I’m not offended,” she stated, “These guys, they usually come around my home at night.”
“Vampires?” questioned Emma.
“If vampires are red and scaly,” said the woman.
“Not naturally,” said James, “That’s rare.”
“So it’s not vampires,” said Wesley.
“They killed my house keeper,” said the woman, “They skinned her. I found her in my flower bed naked with the gardener.”
“Was he skinned?” asked Wesley.
“Oh, no, the gardener was alive, he just, we found her at the same time I did, naked though. Uh…”
“Lets move bloody hell on,” said Emma.
“Okay, so you can stay here, night time, we’ll escort you home,” he replied folding his arms across his chest, “Then we’ll patrol the area around your house. After patrol, we’ll head back and you’ll have our number.”
“I like that plan,” said Lora, “I don’t know why, I just do.”
Angel closed his eyes real tight to block Lora out. “And we’ll come around every five hours.”
“No,” said Lora, “You’ll kill her, after two hours. And you’ll like it.” She gasped, turned into Darla, “My boy, you’ll like it, the smell of her blood, flowing through your veins, that sensation.
“Angel,” said Wesley, “Something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” said Angel, “James will come with me when the time comes to go.”
“Father son time,” smiled James.
“Wesley, find that book,” said Angel, “Emma, entertain her, I need some a lone time.”
ANGEL SAT at his desk, his hand on his temples leaning back, slouching in his chair. Looking at his clean desk, still broken from where Conner slammed his hands on it with his anger.
“Thank You,” said Nina sitting in the chair in front of Angel, “Thank You for killing me, it was a relief, I can just live, rest, no more, flea baths.”
“Stop,” sighed Angel, “Just stop plaguing me.”
“Stop,” whined Nina, “Stop, stop, plaguing my life.”
Angel took in a breath, trying to rest, get rid of that stressful feeling of not being able to breath. Of course, he doesn’t breath so, it’s just a feeling of Closter phobia, “I’m sorry, move on, I didn’t kill you. I did, I didn’t mean to.”
“You’re talking to me as if I’m some kind of estranged spirit, not leaving your side,” she laughed sitting on his desk, “I’m not estranged, I can help you.”
“Whatever you are, you’re not real, you’re not Nina.”
“I’m not a lot of things Angel, I’m your, mind,” she laughed.
“Go away,” said Angel, “I don’t need this, I really don’t.”
“Go away,” she leaned on his desk and went up to him going to stroke his cheek but she changed his mind, “You’re hungry again, see that woman out there, better get her before something, or someone else does.”
NIGHT CAME AGAIN, HELD ON TIGHT TO THE TOWN. Angel drove with James that woman home, patrolled her large house and were back in the car in no time.
“So we didn’t find nothin’,” answered James sitting in the passenger’s seat of Gunn’s truck, “And I don’t see why I couldn’t drive.”
“I always drive,” said Angel.
“You don’t have your license,” answered James.
“And I’m expecting you do?” asked Angel.
“No, I don’t,” said James, “But come, let my fast driving skills thrill you.”
“This is the only vehicle my team and I have,” stated Angel, “We’re not going to let you wreck it.”
“I’m not going to wreck it,” said James.
“No, you can’t drive the truck,” said Angel.
James smiled, Angel looked at him, then back to the road, “What?” he looked at him then the road again, “What are you smiling at.”
“See, father son fight,” answered James.
“No, father son fight,” complained Angel, “I have no idea if I can trust you.”
“Jeez, you’re full of it,” said James looking to the road.
“I’m not full of it, I’m precautious,” said Angel.
“You’re old,” said James.
The two of them had a moment of paused Silence, “So do you guys always have cases that you don’t do anything in?”
“No,” said Angel, “We’ll check anything out for money.”
“That’s not a good motto,” stated James, “Be it that’s your motto.”
“No, the motto is, ’We help the, helpless.’”
“A lot better,” said James.
“And things could change,” said Angel.
“So we leave the poor woman in her home, alone, with no one to watch her, keep her safe. Hell hold her tight at night,” said James.
“What, we don’t get hired to hold people tight at night,” said Angel, “One, money is hard to get, two, we can’t have too many cases, no stretch, three, we’ve all got our own problems. Wesley; gets depressed sometimes and doesn’t do anything, and when he does he gets crazy. Conner; he’s angry a lot and Emma; she’s homicidal a lot of the time.”
“Except her but not me,” said James.
“We’ve gathered enough information to trust her,” said Angel.
“So, what about you, what do you have, are you just the lonely vampire with a soul?” asked James.
“As of now,” sighed Angel.
No words were passed between them as they went down the road. Air coming into the truck through the truck windows. James tapped his fingers on the door as he held his arm on the window seal of the down window.
Angel looked into the rearview mirror, “James?”
“What?” asked James.
Angel started pulling over, “That car has been following us for sometime.”
“Okay,” said James.
Angel pulled over and they got out of the truck. They walked towards the car that came up behind them, the car slowed down. Angel went to the window on the driver’s side, the blacked out windows. Angel went up to the window and instead of just knocking on it he bashed in the window and grabbed the driver.
“DADDY!!” yelled a little girl in the back.
The kids in the car and wife started screaming and the man started to fight Angel. Angel quickly let go of the man, “Sorry, sorry,” he said backing away as the dad pushed the car into forward and drove off quickly.
James looked at him like he was amazed, “They weren’t followin’ you, what you, rusty?”
“Um I thought they were following us,” said Angel.
“They were family from, what I was seein’ probably just comin’ home from a gatherin’ and what not, and bam, some crazy man tries pullin’ their daddy out the window,” answered James.
“Don’t judge me,” said Angel.
Suddenly there was gun fire around. A black van came driving towards them. A demon in a nice suite firing at them as he went down the street. The van came to hit them, Angel and James at the same time leapt over the van.
They landed on the other side of the van. The van stopped in the middle of the vacant road and the back opened. Out came demons. Angel and James jumped out of the way of the heavy gun fire into the back of the truck.
The demons ran over to them. But Angel leapt out of the truck and behind one of the demon grabbing his gun and slamming the hilt against the demon’s head killing him. He turned around quickly and jabbed it into another demon’s throat. He threw the gun down and punched the demon.
Angel grabbed his neck and snapped it. James snapped a demon’s neck, the two of them end up back to back. James and Angel both kicked themselves each a demon across the face. James punched the demon and then with his left punched the demon again.
Angel ducked a punched from his demon and went down to kick the demon off it’s feet. The demon leapt up not going down and kicked Angel in the face. James punched the demon in the head as his father got back up. Then James spun around and kicked it in the chest grabbing it’s head and broke it’s neck.
He pulled away and back flipped over a demon kicked it in the back then it turned around and punched him in the face. Angel had gotten back up, been up for a bit long time. He got punched in the face. He then grabbed his puncher’s hand and pulled him down and kneed him in the face.
James tossed one of the demons through the air vigorously. It went through the apartment window of someone’s house and rolled over the couch to land in a seated position on it in front of the T.V. with the family. The family was watching ‘Wheel of Fortune.’
Angel punched another demon when the van started back up and was moving forward. “Get in the Truck!” demanded Angel.
Angel and James got in the truck. James had gotten behind the drivers seat and was following the van. The kept following the van. The back doors of the van were opened wide open. 5 demons in the back shooting towards them.
James ducked the fire of the gun and the bullets went into through the windshield then the back window. “Take the wheel,” said James.
“What?!” demanded Angel.
“Take the damn Wheel,” said James.
Angel grabbed the wheel as James climbed out the driver’s window and on to the top of the car. He steadied himself as bullets flew by him and he ducked. “FASTER!” yelled James.
The truck sped up with the press of Angle’s foot. The van took a deep turn. But James held on as Angel did the turn as well. James leapt forward and landed on the van, inside, he grabbed the floor of the vehicle but slipped out slightly. He grabbed tight, his legs hit the ground. James then fell out of the van. He hit the ground and rolled down the road, [not in a funny way.]
Another vehicle tried to miss James and side swiped Angel. Angel was driven into a light post. James ran down the side walk he’d rolled onto and leapt on top of a car then leapt onto the top of the van. He caught himself on the top as the van took another deep turn and he almost fell off. But he held on.
The demons inside started shooting at him through the roof. James dodged to bullets and leapt to the front of the van. Angel was nowhere in sight. But James still slammed his hand into the front windshield and grabbed the demon by the throat and slammed his head, once, twice, three times into the steering wheel.
James then ripped the man through the windshield and threw him into the road. The van hit him and James leapt off as the van went right for a brick wall. James landed on his feet and fell on his knees. The van blew up with the impact of it, and the wall.
He stood up and looked at the fire. Angel limped over to him, James looked at him, “Don’t thankin’ me for all that be a hard work I did to save your ass.”
“You destroyed our only form of transportation,” said Angel.
“No personally,” said James, “I kind of fell off the van, that’s all. It was a thing.”
“Whatever,” said Angel, “Lets just get back to the hotel.”
“I can work with that,” answered James.
“I DON’T BELIEVE WE HAVE THAT VOLUMN,” said Wesley, “I’ve looked at all our collections, even the books down stairs, nothing.”
“Well,” sighed Emma, “Maybe it’s at that magic shop that was in my illusion.”
Conner watched Emma, not a word passing through his lips about anything. He had calmed down since that whole blow out in his room.
“There was a magic shop?” questioned Wesley.
“Yup,” said Emma, “Bleeding place was kind of old, and had the front torn out of it in my illusions.”
“What happened to you?” asked Wesley seeing Angel and James come in, they were still a little bit of beaten up looking.
“Car chase,” said Angel.
“See,” smiled Emma, “Another bloody adventure at Angel inc.”
“Yeah, well, she’s being followed,” said Angel.
“And they’re knowin’ we are existin’ in this,” answered James.
“Well while I was looking for the book Emma knows about, Emma learned how to use the computer and-” said Wesley.
“I found information on this mob clan,” said Emma.
“What?” asked Angel.
“It seems the guy that runs this clan of demons, Snornk demons, it’s run by a Fredrick Smith. But usually he only deals in human affairs,” said Emma.
“Then why would he be followed by demons?” asked James.
Emma looked at him, “Good for wet work.”
“And?” asked Angel, “Why do they want her so bad, follow her.”
“Fredrick Smith is her Gardener, and I she doesn’t seem to owe him anything, I suggesting weird affair or something, maybe black mail,” suggested Emma.
“That’s why she found that house keeper dead, and him in his birthday suite,” replied James, “Affair. What do you think Little Brother?”
Conner looked at him with fierce eyes, “I agree with Emma.”
“I see,” taunted James.
“So, James and I can go back and watch her till the gardener drops by,” answered Angel.
“Me willin’,” stated James.
“Alright,” said Angel going over to the weapons cabinet.
James walked over to the bar where Emma sat, “So,” smiled James, “I hear you can fight.”
“Yeah,” said Emma.
Conner stood up, James smiled at Conner then at Emma, “Wanna show me what you can do?” The way he said it set Conner off. Conner’s eyes turned yellow quickly. Conner grabbed James and threw him down quickly, he got over him and started punching him in the face.
Angel grabbed his sword and ran at Conner stabbing him to get him off. Conner rolled on the floor with the sword in his stomach.
Emma grabbed her stomach where Conner was stabbed, “I felt that,” she scolded.
James had blood going down his face, Angel helped him off the floor.
“Emma,” said Wesley, “You and Conner can go see about getting that book, at that magic shop.”
Conner pulled the sword out of his chest and slowly got back up the blood going back into him, “I would of killed you if I didn’t want you to suffer!”
“Sure,” said Emma getting off the bar grabbing her black jacket off the coat hanger, “Shop.” She said looking at him. Conner looked down at her, then he snarled, “Fine,” he followed her out of the Lobby looking at James.
Wesley handed a roll of paper towels to James to get the blood soak the blood up off his face. Angel took one and wiped the blood off his sword. “Little brother’s got an arm,” said James holding the paper towels to his face.
“Just back off from Emma,” said Angel, “James, if I had let Conner, hadn’t of stabbed him he would of kept punching you, okay, punching, and punching you till you dusted, or had no face. And, he could of really done you damage.”
“I understand,” said James.
“Good,” sighed Angel, “Get ready to go back.”
Angel went up the stairs towards his room. “Conner beat on our son,” sighed Lora, “That’s mean.”
He closed his door behind him and went into his bedroom area and got and went to his closet where he pulled out a box. “Reply Angel,” she pleaded, “Conner would taste nice too.”
“You’ll have to work harder than that,” said Angel, “I’m not falling for it.”
“You should get rid of James,” laughed Lora, “He’s not the good boy.”
“I don’t care, we’ll prove that later enough in time,” growled Angel putting the shoe box on the bed and pulling out tranquilizers and a tranquilizer gun.
“What’s that for Liam, Angel darling?” she asked.
“We’re not going to kill that gardener,” said Angel, “At least not at first anyway.”
“They laugh,” sighed Lora, “You don’t understand what your own face tries to tell you, shame.”
“I have nothing to say to you,” said Angel.
“Would Nina, or Gunn say that, you seem to like to do what I want,” said Lora.
Angel stopped looking at the door putting the tranquilizer’s in his coat, “I had nothing to do with Gunn’s death.”
“But you were the one that gave death to Nina,” she laughed, getting in his face, “And you enjoyed it, you get pale, you feel the weakness, you know what you need. You know what you be a yearnin’ for, for so long. More, more, more blood. Everything and anything like hers, a swift human taste.”
Angel swallowed and looked away, straining himself, “No, I’m not evil.”
“Same war you fight with yourself every day, but, the battle just gotten harder,” laughed Lora.
“No,” said Angel, “I go without blood. I can drink pig’s blood.”
“You don’t understand what you are,” Lora said looking up at him as he looked down at her, “James does though, our little baby. Ask him more about himself, ask.”
“He’s trying to help,” said Angel.
“But is he really?” asked Lora, “You’ve a left him alone in there with Wes, haven’t ya?”
JAMES WATCHED WESLEY. He walked behind him. “Do you need something?” asked Wesley.
“Where do you keep the blood?” asked James.
“Blood, oh, forgot, you’re a vampire,” said Wesley.
“Yeah,” said James.
“In the frig, glasses are under the counter where we keep the coffee maker,” replied Wesley sitting in front of the computer at the desk going back to his reading.
“Thanks,” James got himself a glass from under the coffee maker and went to the frig grabbing a bag of blood and putting it in the cup after biting the bag.
“So, you don’t drink human?” asked Wesley.
“If I did you’d be dead,” said James.
“Bring that and come on,” said Angel, not trusting him with Wesley.
“Alright then,” said James taking his glass and following Angel.
NIGHT KEPT IT’S EXISTENCE, It was 1:00am by the time they got to her house. She was sitting on her couch shaking when they knocked on the door of her large home. She went to it, “Who is it?”
“Angel,” said Angel.
“Oh, thank god,” she said opening the door, “I’ve gotten word.”
“What?” asked Angel coming into her house followed by James.
“Oh, it’s horrible, there’s a ransom letter,” she said showing it to them.
“Give me $50,000 or it get it?” asked James reading the letter, “Who’s the it.”
“I don’t know,” said the woman.
“Well, then, don’t pay, be cautious,” said Angel.
“It’s not really about the money,” said the woman, “I don’t know what does he have.”
“Then pay the money and get back, it,” stated James.
“That might not be the best choice,” said Angel.
“Then what do I do, I can’t go to sleep,” said the woman, “What if, he wants to kill me?”
“Have no fear,” said James, “Just go on to sleep, we can patrol, keep watch, right?” he asked Angel.
“Of course, go to your room, we’ll keep watch,” said Angel, “Get rest.”
“Thank you,” she sighed.
THE KEPT WATCH OUTSIDE HER ROOM. Sat in two chairs next to the door of her bedroom, “Nothing is going to go on in there without us knowing it.”
“Good, now that we’re out of there,” replied James, “Good ole’ Father son bonding.”
“Bonding, really,” said Angel.
“Be nothin’ a lesser,” said James.
“You really want to bond don’t you?” asked Angel.
“I’ve never had father, except for my cheap step father. Good to know me have, one, now, that maybe I could rely on in a time of need,” replied James.
“That would feel better to hear if you, had a soul, or were human,” said Angel leaning back in his chair.
“If I was human, I be a deader man,” laughed James, “And The powers that be aren’t handin’ out souls.”
“So then, why do you fight evil?” asked Angel.
“I found it better then, killin’ it, plus, more of a battle,” stated James.
“Selfish reasons.”
“You be saying that if you want, but, not really selfish,” he retorted.
“Explain that one,” Angel answered.
“Well, vampires can love, we have feelin’s dud-n’t mean that we can’t feel, gilt,” he replied, “Me goal, isn’t to pay for what I’d done, but, not do it more-”
“Nobility,” sighed Angel.
“Yes and no, more like a frame of livin’,” he took a breath. “When I be it die, my eternal life of youth decides to drop me. I’m goin’ to hell, can’t deny it. I have done me wrong in me past, but the last 150 yr. Have been different.”
“You’ve been helping people longer than me?” asked Angel, “Different.”
“And I don’t have a soul to keep me held down,” answered James, “I’m naturally able.”
“Really,” sighed Angel.
“My first, memory servin’ me correct, my first,” he thought. “First 50 yr. Of being a vamp, no good, torture, huntin’, killin’. It was good, I admit, but I saw me self in too many characters I’d be killin’.”
“You lived like me?” asked Angel, “When I was human.”
“Hangin’ out with all the pretties, for all I’m a knowin’ I could have had myself a few elegits too. Probably aren’t vamps though,” he sighed, “Dead, maybe a Vengeance Demon I killed back in Mexico,” his voice had been matter of fact.
“So you were-”
“21 when I was sired, didn’t get the chance like you lucky Fellas and die in a alley. I died, in a church,” he sighed.
“That seems like a nice place to die,” said Angel.
“Yeah really,” said James sarcastically, “Just great.” James looked up the ceiling, “I was a fine boy, goin’ to be an astronomer, then I’d be findin’ me daddy had lied all me life, and I went through that shit he gave, me. Be a good man, don’t end up screwed over, or,” James laughed smiled at Angel, “Dead in a cold wet alley.”
“Good motto,” said Angel.
“But he was a filthy liar, in most bleedin’ ways,” he sighed, “I was out of town when he died, blood disease, that some how go to me mother, killed her too. Ironic. I really wouldn’t of killed her, she always told the truth. Sweet lady, I miss her still.”
“She was nice,” said Angel.
“You used her as a piece of meat,” said James.
“Only once, and sorry,” said Angel.
“Don’t worry, glad I’m here aren’t I?” asked James.
“She was strong, clean me up after a bar fight, told me I could be better,” sighed Angel.
“I think she cared,” smiled James.
“Acted like it,” said Angel looking up at the ceiling, “A woman isn’t a piece of meat, and especially not her.”
“Thanks,” his son replied gratefully, “My lovely Sofia, Inimica, whatever you want to call her, she was a charm, also liked to be dominant. Spent the first 3 bleedin’ yr. Of me undead life hangin’ about that tramp. She was off playin’ with other men, so, turn out she was strong, but still, I killed her.”
“Just because she like to have multiple men?” asked Angel.
“I don’t like bein’ deceived,” stated James, “And, it was a little weird, she had 9 vamps hangin’ about her, men. We didn’t like each other either. Originally, she told me she had one for each deadly sin, I was that pride one, there bleedin’ isn’t 10, only 7. Gluttony was funny though,” he laughed.
Angel laughed with him, “Which one was her favorite, Lust?”
“Yeah, poor Anger though, he didn’t like the biting like she did,” he laughed shaking his head.
EMMA AND CONNER walked to the front of the magic shop. Emma went up to the front door and she pulled a hair pen out of her pocket and put it into the lock and worked with it for a moment. Then the door clicked open. She opened it and walked in.
Conner followed her in. She sniffed the air, “Smells, odd.”
“It smells like old people,” said Conner.
“Old people,” she sighed, Emma ran her hand on the counter slowly looking at everything, looking at everything slowly.
He watched her, “Are you ashamed of me?”
Emma looked at him, “No.”
“You don’t talk to me like you used to,” said Conner. Emma looked down, “What was that in the diner?” his eyes, his expressions seemed that of a hurt persons, they were. “You talk to other people like normal, not me.”
She sighed, “Sorry.”
“What going on?” asked Conner going up to her.
“I don’t know,” she said, wanting to dodge the question.
“It’s not that James, cause it’s been going on for awhile,” said Conner.
“I’m not really sure,” said Emma, “I’m not ashamed,” she stated.
“I love you,” said Conner.
“That’s it,” she stated.
“How?” asked Conner.
“I express anger, when I’m angry, I’m really sad, when I’m drawn to tears,” she said her eyes wet, sadness, “But I don’t think I know how to love.”
“What, it’s not hard,” said Conner.
“I’ve never really, have been loved, or, well this kind, I don’t know, how to…reply,” she sighed folding her arms across her chest nervously.
“It’s not hard,” he said.
Emma looked up at him, tears going down her cheeks, “It’s like you’re not real, not really there.”
Conner held her shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“No, since that coffin of ice, I thought I was going to be in there forever,” she shook her head, “I didn’t think I was going to get out. And I, everything, seems too, too, unreal.” She looked up at him closing her eyes tight then opening them wider, “The lights are bright, they hurt my eyes, I’m confused. All the time. Is this some kind of illusion, cause. Illusions, played my head, while I was down there.”
“No, this is real,” said Conner, “Not an illusion.”
“I had a dream in there,” her eyes went towards the stand of candles, un lit candles just there, she looked at them, staring as she spoke, “You were 34, and I was 16, and I’d never gone to Quortoth. I had a crush on you. You didn’t want me though, and at the end,” she looked down, “I killed Buffy. I had found out what I was, my father dead, he was killed by a group of slayers that wanted to kill us in a sacrificial ceremony to become immortal. I found out every detail. I killed her.”
“Okay,” he sighed listening intently to her, his hands no longer on her shoulders.
“I drown her in her bathtub, in cold water, that was weird, sometimes I’d wake up though,” she said, “The water was so cold, I’d wake up, shaking, trying to breath on air I could breath, but then I’d just pass out again. Then I wake up, and now I’m here, right here.”
“With me,” said Conner.
Emma looked at him her cheeks wet, “When you were a wolf, you scared me.”
“That was temporary,” he said, “I don’t want to scare you, no. I won’t, it won’t be me if I do, something will be wrong.”
“I want to love you, but I don’t know how, I don’t think I really do, and can’t, I,” she started to tremble. Conner put his hands on her shoulders trying to get her to stop, “It’s was so cold,” she cried, she started gasping like she needed to breath, not in a way that was more then just her panic.
“Calm down,” said Conner, “Calm, down,” he said slower, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the counter grabbing her arms and holding them, “You’re not there anymore Emma, not there.” He pulled her towards him and held onto her, hugged her tightly.
She started to calm down and breath like normal laying her head on his shoulder, between his shoulder and his neck. Conner held her tightly rubbing her back. Emma just took breaths in and out, like normal, but deeper.
Emma pulled away slowly rubbing her left cheek against his neck then against his cheek. She set her forehead against his, her nose next to his, his hers. She kissed him. Her hands went slowly up his chest and her put them against his jaw line and held his neck in a gentle manner. Slid her left hand slowly from his neck into his hair and pulled away looking at him.
Conner leaned in again kissing her on the cheek then her lips. Emma quickly pulled away. She let go, “That smell, it smells like, more than one bloody thing.”
Conner sniffed the air, “Blood, someone, and-”
“Dead people,” said Emma looking over the edge of the counter, on the other side was a set of old, dead triplets, Chinese kind.
“Someone,” said Conner.
Emma took in a deep breath, she turned to him, after looking at the dead bodies’ neck wounds, “James.”
“We need to tell the others,” said Conner.
“THEN I,” James made a neck braking movement with his hands as he stood in front of Angel. As if he’d been telling a story, “Broke his, neck, an that’s the reason why I can’t be a seen in Europe,” he sitting down in his chair, vainly.
“Wow,” smiled Angel, “I’m proud, killing the immortal, wow, amazing. Was there a slayer?”
“Slayer?” asked James, “No, he had been dumped by one from what he’d been a babblin’ about and what with tears and, I killed him.”
“That is the best fight of imagined in decades, I’ve always hated him,” answered Angel.
“That Immortal was just askin’ for it,” stated James.
“Wait,” said Angel calling them to a sudden quiet with one gesture, “That noise.”
“Noise?” asked James, he looked around, he listened with Angel.
There was a rustling sound. James went to the window, of the many let lined the hall, large hall. He opened the drapes and didn’t see anything. Suddenly, the windows were blown opened by, demons jumping into them. These demons were like the ones that had been in the van, but more barbaric acting.
Barbaric by the way they walked, but other then that and their clothes, they were the same. Red, scaled, ugly, just in black turtle necks and black sweat pants and boots. They broke through the glass. One threw down James.
James hit the floor then rolled out of the way as one had some kind of axe and was going to slice his head off. James rolled up onto his feet and the axe went into the carpet, getting stuck in the ground. James kicked the demon in the head then ducked another axe blow.
That axe hit the demon James had kicked, and off with that one’s head. James stood up and punched the demon in the face then pushed him against the wall behind him and he punched him again. James grabbed the demon and quickly broke his neck.
Angel punched one in the stomach then grabbed the chair he’d been sitting on and hit the demon dude over the head with it. Angel grabbed up the demon’s axe that had been in the ground and swiped at the demon he had in his mists. The demon swiped back with it’s sword, Angel ducked back then sliced the demon’s hand off and grabbed the hand then jabbed the sword into the demon chest.
He kicked the demon off of the sword and ducked from another axe then stabbed it in the head. He ducked another blow trying to get that demon’s hand off the sword. Suddenly the demon went to do his leg in and Angel back flipped over the demon and landed behind him getting the hand off, he spun the sword around quickly. Then, sliced the demon’s head off as it came at him.
James punched a demon in the head then dodged a blow back to him, then again, dodged it again, then again.
“JAMES!” yelled Angel throwing the sword towards him.
James caught the sword and slammed it into the demon’s chest, then one came at him from behind him. Swiftly he spun around and chopped the demon’s head off.
James took a breath as there was now more demons in the room and he shook the glass off his foot then looked at Angel dropping the sword. Angel looked at him, “Good job,” remarked Angel, “I’m going to check around the house to see if anything is going on, you stay here and watch her.”
“Alright,” agreed James.
Angel left the hall taking a left into another room. James watched him go.
WESLEY WAS standing at the bar reading a book on demons, looking at the picture of those red demons that seem to like that woman so much. Emma and Conner came in, “What’s that?” asked Wesley seeing Emma with two books, “There’s two books.”
“No,” said Emma, “One is about James.”
“James the Vain,” stated Conner.
“James killed the owners of that shop,” said Emma.
“What, you mean he’s evil?” asked Wesley.
“Duh,” said Emma, “He’s known for it, bleedin’ well known to at that,” she put the book that wasn’t in her illusion on the lobby bar counter, “The three old men that he killed in the magic shop, they were known for fighting in great battles in Asia. They are known well in the underworld, something like that. But powerful,” said Emma, “Really.”
“Okay?” asked Wesley.
“James hunts down and kills people of historical value, people, demons a like, good, evil. Anyone with a strong hold, or someone that’s known, and that kind of stuff,” said Conner, “Someone that is known for being strong.”
“To kill Angel, that would be like right up there with killing the king Rudafus of the Takqua clan of demons, which he killed back in 1879. Rudafus was strong hold of 47 demon clans,” said Emma, “A vampire with a soul, that would mean a lot to him.”
“Okay, so he’s going to kill Angel if he gets the chance,” said Wesley.
“And that woman, she’s the descendent of The Sisters of Orcalin, great sears. Powerful,” stated Emma.
“How do you know all this?” asked Wesley.
“She reads really fast,” said Conner wide eyed.
“We have to tell Angel,” said Wesley, “We can’t let him get killed.”
A SCREAM rain down upon the house as Angel made it back to that hall, he ran down the hall and into the woman’s room. James sat there drinking from her throat, the room had been torn up a great deal of a lot. James dropped her wiping the blood from her mouth, “Hi,” he said, “That’s what it looked like.”
1742: IRELAND: James stood in the big sanctuary of the church. No one was in there, there had been prayer candles lit that were on a stand below a large statue of Jesus on the cross. James was spinning around laughed. He threw his bottle at the statue missing a grate deal and the stand of candles were knocked over. The small rug that had laid on the floor caught fire.
Burned slowly as James stood there laughing, yelling, like the raving drunk he was, “Come on, I hear you, Lord, STRIKE ME DOWN!!” he laughed, he stood there, “Give me the life I have, make me what I am, but you’d never strike me down, come on, I’m a waitin’, STRIKE ME!!”
Suddenly a white hand grabbed his back and he turned around falling backwards. His disheveled hair stayed in place as it hung down on his shoulders. Hair has no emotion for being frightened. “Who are you?” he asked.
The thin white fingers, belonged to a thin, white female. Her eyes reflected the flames, they were big green orbs. The drapes started to catch fire on the windows. James was sweating and had no idea what was going on, he flinched at the fire. But he then turned back to the unreal, beautiful noblewoman.
Her hair was long and black, covered her shoulders and laid on her beautiful dress. Made him think she was perfect, “Are you me Angel, to take me home?” he questioned.
She smiled, “No James,” her voice was tender, the sound of a Greek came to tune, “But I am going to take you home.”
“Where?” he gasped, “You be that lady, harlot, followin’ me, huh, I don‘t owe you nuttin‘.”
“No, you don’t, but I owe you a life that no one could have ever given you,” she smiled putting her ungloved hand out to receive him. He looked at her flawless pale skin, “Take it,” she smiled.
He looked at her hand, blinking a couple of times, the place was becoming very hot from the flames that surrounded them, “It not like that one… at the carnival, that came right off?”
“No,” she smiled, he took her hand and she effortlessly brought him up to her, “It’s a gateway to knew things. You know why?”
“Why that, Pretty?” he asked hobbling forward a little bumping gently into her. His drunken ness, clear.
“Because I know, you’re special,” she smiled leaning in and kissing his cheek. She could taste the drink in his sweat that was on his cheek, she licked her red lips then kissed his lips deeply.
James was automatically drawn into her, and she pulled away planting with him the fatal kiss. He moaned like he was still being kissed. As she drank from him he touched her black curls pushing the back from her neck.
He laughed hardily as the room somewhat feel down around them. Then he looked at her neck like it was food and bit her, just for fun. She pulled away and he was going to fall back, but he had bit hard enough to get blood from her. Sofia was her name, at the time, she pulled him to her and he lapped at the wound he’d given her like he could never let go.
Darkness and death befell him. Immediately.
LORA WAS SITTING BY THE FIRE OF HER HOME. 21 years of age had come to her gently, she loved to knit now days, loved it like it was a family member. She had them. Sitting in the other room was a young blonde hair girl with brown eyes, no older than 16 writing something in a notebook full of parchment.
Next to her sat a 16 year old boy, with thick dark brown hair and green eyes. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail and his clothes made him seem prim and proper. He looked at the closed window, “Hello?” he asked himself.
“What is it?” asked the girl, “I’m trying to write.”
“Nothin’ Lilly,” he was given an Irish Accent as well, he put down the boots he was cleaning and got up and stood next to the door for a long moment. He heard something.
“Peter,” whispered the voice, Irish, James, “Peter.”
Peter was the boy, he opened the door and looked outside it, “What there, who be callin’ me?”
“It’s James,” smiled James standing next to the door walking up to him, whispering, “What do you say for your brother.”
“Come in,” whispered Peter, “There’s no reason for whispers.”
James stepped into the house. “Lilly,” smiled James.
“James?” questioned the girl, “It’s you,” she got up quickly and ran to him hugging him.
“I’ve only been gone a week and I feel like it’s been me a life time,” he smiled, still whispers. Peter sat down in his chair. “Don’t say nothin’ to mother yet,” James said. James lovingly kissed her forehead the way a brother would. He looked at her, “Still wearing your hair in that long braid,” he smiled.
“Week,” she said, “Only been week.”
He then hugged her tighter and danced around for a moment turning from Peter, Peter just smiled happily. James then made his face go that vampire way and sunk his teeth into her throat. She just made a sigh, nothing more, nothing less.
He drank from her then slowly sat her down in her chair. Peter stood up, “James?” he questioned.
James turned to him, “Shh…” he face was still disfigured. Peter’s eyes went wide and he was going to turn and get Lora but James grabbed him and dug his teeth into the young man’s neck.
“Someone there?” asked Lora, she looked around, but couldn’t, she was blind, “Someone, Mathew, Matty?” she called for her husband.
“Step daddy’s gone Mother,” said James going towards her dropping Peter on the ground with a loud thud. He walked towards his mother.
“Oh,” she smiled standing up, “Where’d he go?”
“I’m not sure,” smiled James keeping his face in the dreadful way. He went to her and held her shoulders lovingly, “But I hope you’re feelin’ good.”
“Oh,” she smiled, she slowly went to put her hands on his face, “You’ve been gone a week.”
“I know,” she felt his face trembling as she touched it, she then pulled away and went against the wall behind her, “Oh Lord. What happened.”
“How’s that blood disease mother?” questioned James.
“James,” she quivered looking around, she couldn’t see, she was just panicking.
James grabbed her shoulders and sunk his teeth into her neck. She screamed, then stopped crying, “Peter, Lilly, please.”
JAMES JUST WALKED TOWARDS, Angel. “All that, those were lies,” said Angel backing away from the mildly ferocious looking vamp.
“Well, sort of, bein’ I kill good and evil,” smiled James, “Whatever I be a fancyin’ I don‘t judge.”
He turned his face back to normal. Angel still tried to back away nice and easy. Angel went to pick up the sword, but. Suddenly James grabbed it away from him and threw it down behind him. Angel backed away putting his hands up.
“Father, I don’t think you knowin’ the real me,” laughed James.
“Okay,” swallowed Angel.
“Come on, Father, why won’t you fight me?” asked James.
“Well,” said Angel, “I’m still grasping the situation.”
“You know,” said James circling Angel, “You aren’t a very fast thinker are ya?”
“Told you he was keepin’ secrets,” said Lora, her voice was candid, which didn‘t fit the situation, “Told ya, didn’t want to listen though, cause, assumedly, I’m an evil being that come to do you in.”
“Shut up,” said Angel.
“Who are you talkin’ to?” asked James.
“Your momma,” answered Angel bluntly.
“That supposed to be funny?” growled James.
“Tell me again that she did die of a blood disease?” asked Angel.
“No the blood disease made her go blind,” laughed James, “I killed me step father, killed little sis, Lilly, her twin Peter, then mother.”
“You never worked for good,” said Angel.
“Got me goin’ on that Pops,” smiled James.
“You’re not my son either, lies,” said Angel.
James went to punch Angel. He blocked his arm then punched him in the stomach. James went into the wall behind him and fell down. He quickly stood up and jumped up and went to kick Angel in the head but Angel went down and was missed.
James went at him again. Angel grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against a wall, “I don’t like being lied to,” he growled, “Never being lied to.” James breathed hard against the wall with anger.
James then gripped the wall quickly and pushed off throwing Angel into a wall. James stepped away. Angel fell to the floor. Angel stood up and James kicked him in the face, then spun around and kicked him in the stomach.
“Don’t accuse me,” roared James angrily holding Angel by the coat and kneeing him in the stomach. He hit Angel in between the shoulder blades. There was a cracking sound as Angel rolled onto the floor. James jumped up inhumanly hitting the ceiling above him.
Angel moved out of the way fast enough. James went up to the top and used his hands to press himself harder towards the ground. James went down and went to land on Angel’s rip cage. Angel had rolled out of the way. James went through the floor.
He fell into the basement, Angel stood up then his foot was grabbed and he was pulled through the hole in the floor. They both landed on the concrete floor. James pushed Angel off of him. Angel hit the bookshelf behind him and the shelves in the book holder broke on him. He just knocked the books off of him and went towards James.
James was ready. James dodged a chest blow from Angel. He went to punch Angel back but his left hand was blocked, then his right punched was blocked. He kicked Angel in the chest. Angel flew into the woman’s brick wall and dust came down from where the ceiling was still, but not.
“You came to the wrong town,” said Angel.
James punched him in the face, prideful as he did it. Then he spun around and punched him in the face, he grabbed Angel’s shoulders and quickly leapt over him and back kicked him. James spun around quickly after the kick, Angel had too, but the other one kicked Angel in the face. Angel went down.
“I pick,” he kicked him again, then grabbed him by the shirt, “people who are strong.” Angel punched him in the face. James then grabbed him by the jacket and slammed him into the wall and punched him in the face again, once, twice. “Like a vamp, with a soul.”
He wiped the blood off his face kicking Angel in the stomach as he did so. Then he kicked him again, “I was expectin’ more in a battle old man,” James laughed looking at Angel, who was bloodied up more then he was.
Angel leapt up onto his feet and against the wall behind him, he leapt at James. James dodged him easily. He smiled turning around but a piece of plywood had been flipped up by Angel’s moving and the threat in the face. “You talk too much,” said Angel he grabbed a shard of wood and threw it towards James.
James used both his hands and caught the shard of wood. He threw it down, “So close.” Angel got back on his feet, “Want me to go easier on ya?”
Angel was suddenly behind James he punched him in the face. James went back and hit the wall behind him. Angel threw his punch hitting the wall and getting his hands stuck. Angel pulled his hand out and went to punched James again but he shoved him into the other wall. Angel kicked him between the legs, he went down, Angel kicked him in the face.
James fell down but got back up. Angel spun around and kicked James in the head then punched him in the face, “I thought there was even a chance that you were my son. Just a trick.”
James rolled out of the way of Angel’s fist, “I got a better beating from my first slayer,” he growled. Angel slammed his foot down on the sword hilt and the sword flew him and he caught it. Angel went to stab James.
The lucky evil vamp ducked out of the way and when Angel went to cut his head off. James had picked up the piece of plywood and blocked the blow. He slammed the wood into Angel. Angel went against the wall. Angel stabbed him with the sword.
Backed away James did, he held his wound. He grabbed an axe of the ground from the upstairs and leapt up to the other floor. Angel then followed him and went to slice his head off. Angel almost had his shins chopped off by James.
“I thought that bonding really help,” growled James.
“I like those pants,” growled Angel looking at his shins, the only thing before them was the hole in the floor.
Conner saw them fighting with Emma as they walked into the room. James had heard them come in and spun around trying to cut Conner’s head off but the axe broke on contact with Conner’s neck just cutting his throat a little. Conner’s neck healed as he cracked his neck.
Angel leapt over the hole and pushed James into the kitchen. James flew across the counter. James went to punch Angel. Achievement.
James fell off the counter and rolled out of the way of Angel. Angel had brought the sword down to get him, too late. James kicked Angel in the back then ducked a swipe at him. James bunched him in the face, then he kicked him in the stomach and he threw him against the counter and grabbed him by the throat.
Angel swiped the sword at James’ incoming hand. James’ hand was taken clean off, James pulled away hitting the stove, “No Star Wars jokes!”
James fell on the floor and climbed up on his feet slipping on his own blood. Angel had dropped his sword. Emma threw a piece of wood to Angel. Angel caught it and James backed up but Conner grabbed James from behind.
“Hi Big brother,” growled Conner, his eyes going yellow to hold him tight.
Angel went towards James with the stake then slammed the stake into James’ heart.
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” yelled James, then he went to his dust form and Conner pulled away.
Angel was beaten up a great deal, he bent down holding his knees spitting blood for a moment. Emma walked in, “You okay?” asked Emma.
“I’ll be fine,” sighed Angel, he stood up, “I’m sticky, and-”
“Lets go Emma,” said Conner looking at Angel.
“Thank you, Conner,” breathed Angel.
“Whatever, that’s what coworkers do,” said Conner walking past Emma.
Emma looked at Angel with wide eyes, shrugged her shoulders, then followed Conner out of the room quickly. Angel looked to the hand on the ground still there, more lively then it’s owner, Angel breathed out. He sniffed, “No 90 day warranty, hands are a life time,” he had a sigh.
THINGS WERE RETURNING TO a calm ‘Normal’. Relaxing. Conner stepped out of Emma’s bathroom shirtless, drying his hair. It was going to be day time in the matter of 1, 2 hr. Emma was sitting in her bed her legs crisscrossed and her arms in her lap.
She wore black pajama shorts and a purple tank top. She looked at him, “Co-worker?”
Conner put the towel down on the floor in the bathroom his hair pretty much dry, “It’s tough,” he sighed.
He sat down on the other side of the bed and brought her towards him kissing her head. Emma smiled shyly. Conner laid down next to her. Emma then laid back, “Okay, it’s tough, I heard the conversation,” she answered looking at him laying her head on her pillow.
Conner laid on another pillow looking at her. Conner put the blanket over her head like he was playing with her. Emma took it off her head, “Hey,” she said shyly. Conner kissed her lips, he slipped his hands around her under the covers Emma leaned close to him.
Close enough to feel his now, warm body. “I like this,” she smiled.
“The bed is kind of small,” smiled Conner holding her tighter in the twin size bed.
“So, that just means we have to be closer not to fall off,” she sighed closing her eyes.
THE LOBBY WAS, Dark. Angel saw sitting on the counter that dust, like Wesley had just stopped what he was doing and went to bed. Angel went over to it, he held a liter and lit the candles, all alone. He pulled out of his coat pocket, a bag.
Inside James hand, Angel thought about the small incantation. He ran it through his head as he slowly poured the blood from the bag onto the dust for the spell. A beam of light shot out at Angel but didn’t throw him anywhere and a beam shot at the hand and the hand turned into the dust in that bag.
The blood and all the bag melted on the counter. The glowing went away and burning into the dust was, “Angelus.” James had been his son, now dead.
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