2005: Lorne walked into his fancy hotel room, at the biggest, nicest place near the airport. He went over to his bar all set up to make drinks. Lorne poured himself an already made sea breeze swirled it with a little laugh, he spoke to himself: “Why Joan, that had to be a Mash for the making.”
He took a deep drink. Sat down on his couch. He was smiling at his glass, he looked at his watch. Rolex, “4:23 a.m. party still going, bravo Angel. Best one I‘ve been to for awhile.”
“I take it that your party was good,” said Lilah coming in from Lorne’s bed room. Just like her to get the key and roam the place.
Lorne looked up from his glass, “Well, well, well, what’ brings the Wicked Witch here to my lonesome?”
“You’ll go anywhere to get a taste of a party won‘t you?” questioned Lilah, she sighed, “You do know Lorne, once you’re hooked to Wolfram & Hart you just don’t leave. Not without a fight anyway.”
Lorne looked at his glass, “What were you doing, here?”
“Technically it’s our room, being the fact that Wolfram & Hart paid for it,” said Lilah.
Lorne stood up, “Well no one can shame a great thing Snuggles. Everyone likes a party,” he poured himself some more to drink behind his bar.
Suddenly there was the cocking sound of automatic rifles. Lorne dropped his glass, “Oh, Holy night.” He looked around seeing the commando ops of Wolfram & Hart around his room, said calmly, “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”
“Come with us,” said Lilah.
Lorne looked down, “I have a feeling it won’t be a visit to grandma’s house. You’re going to suck my brain for information on that young little fairy girl at the Hotel.”
“Now that you mention it, we were actually just going to teach you a lesson for joining Angel, and, abusing the accounts,” Lilah smiled, “You seemed so willing to suggest that we-”
“No,” he looked down, “I didn’t read anything off her,” he then looked at Lilah, “I’m telling the truth. Empath demons don’t like to lie. I didn’t read anything, cross my heart.”
“Really,” said Lilah, “We’ll just have to see when we get back to the office my green friend.”
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[Now: 2006] The Angel gang was sitting at a table in the Lobby eating food. Having a little nice dinner, nothing big. All of them there, a live. Rebecca was there too. She had done the cooking. Angel sat at the head of the table, Conner next to him, Emma next to Conner, Spike next to her. Wesley at Angel’s left and Rebecca next to Wesley.
The table wasn’t decorated with food like a Thanksgiving gathering, was decorated with food though. Mashed Potatoes, gravy, green beans, some kind of Italian noodles that Rebecca cooked. Great food to them being that they’d been living off take out for a long while, or nothing at all really.
They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Angel was tasting the food, so was Spike but nobody mind them having a cup of blood either at the table. Emma had to drink coke, no one would let her have any champagne, or whiskey from Spike’s flask, but she didn’t ask. Conner was drinking coke like Emma.
They passed they food around amongst each other, talking. Emma liked Rebecca’s taste in music and Angel wondered if that taste in music she has may be one reason she’s a very nervous person. Heavy Metal. But no. It would never be the problem.
Emma played footsy under the table with Conner. Easy being that fact she was sitting next to him. Spike told jokes. Rebecca told corny jokes, a couple of blonde ones.
No one was fighting. It was great. Everything was warm feeling. No one was dressed all nice and the only thing different was they were eating together a home cooked meal. Good after you’ve had the crap beaten out of you by a large set of demons that would potentially destroy the world in great seething vengeance, or laugh the whole time. They didn’t have to think about it at that moment.
Wesley wanted to toast the group, he stood up. They looked at Wesley, “I want to toast. To the Apocalypse that we all survived, no fatalities. And, that this group that helped out Angel isn’t evil.”
“Works for me,” said Spike unscrewing the top of his flask he had just pulled out of his coat.
They clinked glasses. Spike went to take a drink of his flask then he smiled and looked at Conner before the flask reached his mouth, “How old are you?”
Conner looked up at him swallowing his food, “Hmmm,” he didn’t want to open his mouth being that he wasn’t completely done chewing.
“What’s that have to do with it?” questioned Angel suspiciously.
“21,” said Conner finally.
“You know,” said Spike, “You’re not a real man unless you can handle to taste of whiskey.”
Conner looked at him, “That’s what that is?”
“Spike are you trying to get Conner to drink, he’s smarter than that,” said Angel cocking his head to the side.
“I’ll give it a try,” said Conner, Spike handed him the flask.
Emma was smiling, “Can I be next?”
“No,” said Spike teasing her too about it.
Conner took a swift drink from the flask and didn’t expect the taste to burn, he coughed squinting his eyes.
“Boy can’t handle it,” laughed Spike.
“No,” Conner cleared his throat, then he smiled, “Let me try again.”
“Fine,” said Spike.
“Don’t get him drunk,” laughed Emma.
Conner took another drink Emma not taking her eyes off him. Everyone watching, Angel a little annoyed but, one more drink wouldn’t hurt. Conner had taken that swift drink and pulled away without a cough about him. He put his hand across the table to hand the flask, smiling at Spike.
“Well, well, well,” said Spike, he took back his flask, “Boy’s a quick learner.”
“That stuff hurts,” smiled Conner, “What’s Champagne taste like?”
“Hey young man, I’m cutting you off,” giggled Rebecca.
“Cutting me off, what’s the legal age? smiled Conner.
“18,” said Spike, “21 to drink.”
“Cool,” said Emma, “I’m almost 18.”
“I can do whatever I want,” said Conner looking up in the distance.
“Still, I’m cutting you off too,” said Angel candidly.
“How’s the meal?” questioned Rebecca.
“Great,” smiled Wesley.
“Makes you want to be human again,” said Spike taking a drink of his blood after pouring the rest of the whiskey in it.
“Everyone that survived, here,” said Wesley, looking around, he took a drink of his champagne.
“Not everyone,” said Angel.
Everyone was quiet like it was respect or something. “That Lorne guy,” said Emma, “Flashy dressin’ Pylian.”
“Oh, yes,” said Wesley, “We should most definitely toast to him.”
“Who’s Lorne?” questioned Rebecca a big smile on her face, the kind of smile that reminded Wes of Fred. Made him happy though.
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[2005] Lorne was in a bad situation. He sat in a chair, tied to it. His forehead was bleeding. His head hurt, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t come back in with that demon and do anything. His ears were ringing too, he didn’t like it. Poor Lorne.
Lilah walked in. Prim, ready for business. Lorne just looked up at her in pain, dazed pain.
Lorne spoke: “Hey, how about you give a little love to a poor fellow, give me a ride to a doctor, or some Aspirin or something.”
“We’ve examined the information pulled from your head Lorne,” said Lilah getting straight to business.
“I’m going to need a drink,” he sighed looking down at his fancy shoes.
“Nothing,” said Lilah, “Frankly I don’t know how you did it. But, it’s in a language nobody in our entire system knows.” She took a seat in a chair in front of Lorne and crossed her legs nicely.
“Well hallelujah,” said Lorne, dazed voice, almost qualifying as slurred, “That girl has some pizzazz doesn’t she, even your corporate people can’t pull one over on Angel Investigations.”
“Shut up,” said Lilah.
“Sure,” said Lorne a little chipper then before.
“The Senior Partners aren’t very happy with you shooting Lindsey. I myself am disappointed as well, being that you didn’t kill him,” said Lilah quickly.
“Well sorry. If, my trigger finger didn’t suffice,” said Lorne, “I’m not a big torture kind guy.”
“That does explain your choice in weapon,” said Lilah.
“Thank You,” said Lorne, “Now if you don’t mind letting me go, seeing that brain sucking was torture enough and that I need to catch a 9:00 a.m. flight to New York-”
“It wasn’t a compliment. Lorne, we’re not done with you,” said Lilah, “Do you know the punishment for this kind interaction with the enemy?”
“Can’t you let a poor boy down softly?” asked Lorne.
“Naturally I don’t care, I was just wondering what you know,” smiled Lilah.
“Eternity having my heart pulled out of my ass,” he stated.
“Actually more like the chest,” said Lilah officially.
“No Sweetie, my heart is in my left butt cheek. People always think I’m joking,” said Lorne.
Lilah just looked at him, “Lorne, I was thinking. Maybe you could, go to a place where people understand your anatomy.”
“Doctor’s office?” asked Lorne, “We like doctor, doctor give nice pain pills that work a little better with a nice martini and an olive on the side.”
“Pylea,” said Lilah.
Lorne just looked at her, “You sure?”
“There’s nothing that your fancy green person can do about it,” said Lilah.
“Angel,” said Lorne.
“Angel knew you were leaving,” she spoke: “He knows now that you could leave and not reply for a couple of months, or every now again. He won’t check you, your friends are just as gone as ever.”
“You people really are evil,” said Lorne, “Really, really, really evil. First you people and the theme songs of old classic T.V. shows, what next?”
“I don’t know, hmm… Anything could happen Lorne,” said Lilah, “This is L.A. Of course after tonight that won’t matter to you.”
“If I wasn’t tied up I‘d bitch slap you till-”
“Just brace yourself Lorne, you’ll be there in no time,” she finalized with a smile on her face.
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[2006] Angel was on his phone in his office, “Sure you haven’t heard from him?” he seemed kind of down. Wesley brought up one of his own. What if something was wrong on Lorne’s end, he had to check up. Had to.
Listened to the person on the other end, “Thank You Earl. You see anything, here anything about Lorne, call me.” Angel hung up the phone.
“Any luck Matte?” questioned Spike standing next to the door way.
“None,” said Angel.
“Maybe you’re just looking in all the wrong places for Green, don’t look over the rock and not under it,” said Spike.
“When did you become Mr. Philosophy?” questioned Angel folding his arms over his chest.
“Just saying,” replied Spike like a disrespectful teenager.
Angel then asked him very calmly, “You ever thought of, I don’t know; having your mouth sewn shut, Spike?”
“Don’t be so harsh. Come on, I’ve fought the wars. Been around the block. Bled out onto the floor,” Spike sat in a chair in front of Angel’s desk, sat his feet on the desk, “Which I’ve got to say, isn’t as fun as the cool kids on the telle make it look.”
“I guess that’s a no about the sewing thing,” said Angel with a sarcastic, annoyed smile.
“You bet,” said Spike.
“I’m just trying to find one person,” Angel explained.
“And so are another half a billion people out there, more even. Not to mention, Lorne boy isn’t exactly one ‘person’,” said Spike, he emphasized on the word ‘person’.
“Hey, you’ve seen us. We don’t judge.”
Spike laughed, “Frankly, that key there might get us viciously killed one of these days.”
“I checked with some of my people,” said Wesley coming in, “No sign of Lorne since-”
“Big fancy hullabaloo back a year ago,” stated Spike.
“Exactly,” said Wesley.
“So should we worry?” asked Angel.
“Maybe Lorne wishes not to be found,” suggested Wesley in a sighing tone, “When Lorne left here, Wolfram & Hart was around. He could of wanted to very will hide from them.”
“Maybe Wolfram & Hart wanted him to be found,” said Spike, he stood up, “I’m just thinking. Doesn’t Lorne pick up people’s willies, feelings?”
“Please don’t say that again,” said Angel.
“Back to the problem, what is Lorne?” asked Spike.
“When people sing, he sees there Destiny often times. Empath demon,” replied Wesley.
“Emma was singing there. Hey, just so happens when she first got here, Lilah met up with her and then there was the whole car chase, tried to kidnap my daughter thing,” said Spike.
“Lorne’s idea to hear her sing,” said Angel.
“Wolfram & Hart may have figured that Lorne would have read her,” said Wesley.
“Abduct him to suck out that information,” said Angel.
“Poor Fellow, probably sung his last note time and ago,” answered Spike.
“I don’t think it’d be that easy,” said Angel, “That quick. He’s valuable.”
“I hate to say this Angel,” sighed Wesley. “I want Lorne around as much as the next person. But There’s many more Empathy demons out there than just Lorne, Lorne may have been expendable to them, once they got what they wanted.”
“I don’t feel that,” looking towards the empty lobby.
“Okay,” replied Spike, he began his sarcasm, “So it’s a nice day out, I feel like it’s time to go out and play in the morning rays even though I’m goanna start smelling like bacon and go up in flames.”
“Quick making a Philosophy for stuff,” said Angel.
“Not Philosophy,” said Spike.
“You may also be right,” said Wesley, “He could be alive to this day.”
“Maybe in one of those Hellish dimensions like Lindsey,” suggested Spike sitting then on the edge of Angel’s desk, “He did go against Wolfram & Hart.”
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Pylea. Still in it’s state of Medieval era. Horses passed on the road of stone, hay on the ground. A young Pylian boy, like a young man of Lorne’s species was bent down next to a bar covered window at the bottom of a wall.
“Okay, so I need you to go to the Letters and tell them what I told you, hurry, okay,” said Lorne through the bars.
The little boy ran off. Lorne turned back towards his cell door. Lorne wanted a hair cut. His hair had grown as much as a mortal man’s could in a year and almost a year and a half in Pylea. His suite was torn and dirty and didn’t smell as fresh as flowers.
Lorne’s cell door opened, in came the most recent of rulers. Yorvik, Pylian like him. Thinner, his hair was long and brown. And he was handsome compared to most to be seen in Lorne’s clan. He wore the clothes of a warrior, so no doubt he was one.
That’s how he got his place in the government around here since it kind of changed awhile after Angel’s leaving. “Krevlornswath,” stated Yorvik. Lorne didn’t take his eyes off of Yorvik, “I’ve discussed it with some of your superiors, we shall hand you over to your clan.”
“Kill me now,” he said to himself.
Pylian guards stepped into the room incase anything were to occur. Didn’t do anything for the moment, Lorne kept talking, “Frankly, I can’t take anymore from you. Be proud of yourselves. Go ahead, pat yourselves on the backs.” Then he said bluntly, “I want to beat my brains out with a large rock. Thanks for the hard work boys.”
“Your clan will decide to do as they want with you,” said Yorvik.
The guards grabbed Lorne with the wave of Yorvik’s hand. Grabbed him around the arms. They walked Lorne out of the room. Poor Lorne, surrounded, sword to his back.
Lorne was walked out into a large chamber. Hay around, his mother stood there before him, “There’s our coward.”
“Hi Mom,” smiled Lorne.
“Tarkna spat you out did it?” questioned his mother folding her arms across her large manly chest. She looked to Yorvik, “We’ll take him, Krevlornswath will learn his place.”
“What do you mean?” asked Lorne.
“We get back you will fight Jorkith to the death,” said Mother, [I made up Jorkith.] “Prove your cowardice, filthy misfit.”
“Why would I want to kill Jorkith?” questioned Lorne, “I like peace, peace is great. You know Mom, you should try it more often, maybe you’d have a better reputation in The House of Drink and Chance.”
“You do not do what you’ve been summoned upon. Do not finish your quest Krevlornswath, there will be no less than death,” said his mother, “I will not have my runt not going a life time without battle. Jorkith and you will battle and that is final. Now lets go Tarkna scum.”
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Angel, Wesley, and Spike were walking down a large marble hall. Very large, beautiful and clean. “I don’t see why you wanted to come Spike,” said Angel.
“Thought I’d be of better use here,” said Spike.
“Well you’re not, so take your blanket and leave,” said Angel.
“Maybe I could be use to you blokes,” Spike shook his head, “Nope, nobody wants Spike around, Nobody wants William Pratt here, fear I’d be of hand-”
“Pratt?” questioned Angel, he seemed kind amused, “You last name is Pratt?”
“I shouldn’t of told you that,” said Spike quickly. [I read on wikipedia it was, Joss said later in time.]
“No one needs to be fighting now,” said Wesley, “We’re here for Lorne.”
They walked to the main door, at the end of the long hall. A woman in that room sat at table. The place looked fancy like a room you might find in a brothel for the rich people. But she was probably always lonely so…
“Interesting place,” said Spike.
“Thank You William,” said a small voice, the woman at the table, “I decorated it myself.”
“Got the idea from New Orleans back in the 1800s?” questioned Spike thinking about some of the brothels/whore houses in that day, more or less just rumor he picked up because he wasn‘t there at the time.
“I know what you think of me,” she sighed, “But I also know and care more about what, no who you’re looking for.”
“You know?” questioned Angel.
“Duh,” said Spike, “She’s a psychic you twit.”
“I know that, Spike. I was wondering if she knew about where Lorne was,” growled Angel.
“Vague,” she said, “Come closer.” They went towards her, “Do sit down,” she implied. They sat down in the three seats in front of her.
“May I see something of his?” asked the flashy dressed woman with the long nails, she looked like a real young prettier Sylvia Brown in really bright colored clothes.
“Here,” said Wesley handing her Lorne’s CD, ‘Love Lorne’ to her.
“Oh, I’m getting something,” she said holding it and looking at it, feeling the cover, “Oh, he wasn’t human.”
Spike looked at her, eyes squinted and suspicious.
“Like we said on the phone,” said Angel.
“Oh, my memory isn’t as good as it used to be,” said the Psychic. She felt the cover, rubbed it on her face, “I see a woman, named Mud.”
“Publicist?” questioned Wesley.
“Oh, yes,” said the woman, “Krevlornswath was going to Las Vegas for a friend.”
“Nothing we don’t already know Bit,” said Spike.
“Don’t rush me,” she said looking at him with eyes that could shake you for a moment but then she went back to the CD. She breathed in, “Didn’t work out for him, taking futures.”
Spike put his legs on the table, “Fast forward a bit.”
“Don’t,” said Wesley, “We’re trying to get information.”
“Get your feet off my table,” said the woman.
“I have to tell him that all the time,” said Angel.
“Just sprinkle a little bit of Holy water on him, like a cat up in a Christmas tree,” said the woman.
“I’ll keep that in mind-” started Angel.
“Hey!” said Spike, he stood up, “Fine, I’ll go wait in the bloody car.” He took his blanket and was off.
They watched him leave then back to the situation at hand. She felt the CD, “There’s more. He’s not human is he?”
“No he’s not,” said Wesley starting to get a little suspicious.
“I’m just trying to find my friend,” said Angel.
“The Wolf, The Ram, & The Hart,” said the woman, “He was taken, yes. They didn’t know what it was.”
“What?” questioned Wesley, “What was what?”
“Info, life, scared little girl. Doesn’t want to go back, go anywhere,” she looked at them, “Fights. Fights him not your friend.”
“Anything else?” asked Angel.
“They couldn’t tell it,” said the woman, “There’s another, Morgan, no Lilly, Lenore,” she started snapping her fingers, “Come on, come on, start giving me names.”
“Lilah Morgan,” stated Wesley.
“Yes,” nodded the psychic shaking her head yes, “Lilah Morgan is dead. The Harvester.”
“Stop telling us stuff we know,” said Angel, “The Harvester is dead.”
She looked at him nicely, sincerely in a way, “He’s gone.”
“What next?” asked Angel, “Are you going to say he wasn’t human. We know this. I’m trying to find my friend, you’re a psychic find him.”
“Calm down vampire,” said the woman, “Your type never care about how it works.”
“Then make it work faster,” said Angel.
She closed her eyes, “Oh my, oh, oh, I feel something,” she then opened her eyes quickly and asked, like it never been mentioned. Like they were starting a new subject in the conversation. Kind of like a revelation. She asked it: “He wasn’t human at all was he?”
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Emma was sitting in the Lobby alone. She was having a sandwich. A Pylian came into the Hotel, Emma put down her sandwich and got off the counter, she swallowed her food, “Angel Investigations How may I help you?”
The Pylian began to dance. Stupidly, like they all do. Emma backed up looking at him like he was crazy. “You okay?” asked Emma suspiciously.
The Pylian bowed when he was done with the dance, “Krevlornswath says, Make sure Fluffy is getting enough love.”
Emma just looked at him. The Pylian left, Emma looked down, confused, “Wow. That was different.”
Angel came through the basement with Wesley, and Spike, “That Psychic didn’t help at all Wes, Lorne just wasn’t there.”
“I thought her analysis was funny,” said Spike, he then made an imitation, “Oh, oh, he isn’t human at all is he?”
“Hey,” said Emma, turning towards them, she said still reeling over the weird demon, “Take it you didn’t find anything.”
“Unfortunately no,” said Wesley, “Anyone call while we were away?”
“No,” stated Emma, “But there was a Pylian demon that just left.”
“Really?” questioned Angel, “What did he have to say?”
“He did a stupid dance and said, ‘Krevlornswath says, Make sure Fluffy is getting enough love’,” she replied, “Whatever that means.”
Spike snorted like he was going to laugh. Then he looked at Angel seriously, “What do you think it means?”
“Krevlornswath is Lorne’s name in Pylea, Lorne is in Pylea,” said Wesley.
“Hell dimension?” questioned Emma, “Haven’t we had enough of those bite us in the ass?”
“We need to get him back,” said Angel.
“What’s ‘Make sure Fluffy is getting enough love mean?’” questioned Spike.
They all stood there. They thought about it, [none of them were there when Fred and Gunn heard it.] “We’ll ask when we get there, Emma go get Conner.”
“I’m not going to a hell dimension,” objected Emma immediately.
Angel looked down at her spoke firmly after a moment, “Yes you are.”
“Hey, don’t tell her what do to,” said Spike sticking up for her, “She doesn’t want to go.”
“She has to,” said Angel.
“I’ve had enough of Hell dimensions,” growled Emma going forward to him, almost getting in his face, “For, a, lifetime.”
“You’re going, it’s not like Quortoth,” assured Angel.
“She doesn’t want to go,” said Spike, “You’re not going to run my child.”
“They think we’re livestock!” hissed Emma, “I saw it in your mind last year. I’ve already been treated like a slave, livestock, I don’t want it.”
“You’re stronger than the average demon there,” said Angel, “Go get Conner, Wesley, figure out how to locate a hot spot.”
“I’m not going,” said Emma fiercely, her eyes were going yellow, “Why don’t you understand!!?” She started to shake, very little. She clenched her fist tightly, “I’m not going.”
“Grow up Emma,” said Angel.
“Don’t speak to her that way, she doesn’t want to go,” Spike directed his attention to Emma, “Go upstairs. You don’t have to go.”
“I’m not going,” spat Emma through her teeth.
“Go on Emma,” said Spike his hand on her shoulder. Emma’s eyes turned back she ran up the stairs.
“What in the hell are you thinking?!” demanded Spike.
“Don’t fight me Spike. Emma and Conner are strong, they’ll be useful,” said Angel, “We go there get Lorne and get out.”
Wesley walked into Angel’s office.
“Things just don’t work every way you want Angel. I don’t want my daughter to go if she doesn’t want to. You know Quortoth was traumatizing,” stated Spike.
“Spike, we’re not going to discuss this, they’re going to go to Pylea, we’re going to find out where Lorne is,” said Angel.
“We’re not your lackeys,” growled Spike going up to Angel, “Things remind them of Quortoth, they don’t want it. Think about your own son.”
“I think about Conner all the time Spike,” growled Angel, seemed a little fitful with his words the way he gets when he’s angry, “With his strength, he reverts to something we can’t handle-”
“It’s not about that,” said Spike, “It’s not about him being some super hybrid. Not about him being a threat. They’re not things. Not your bleeding pawns, just pieces you can put no matter there feelings. We’re not your army!!”
“You don’t see how I see it Spike,” said Angel.
“Bloody well glad I don’t, or I’d have a Looney child on my hands now wouldn‘t I?” demanded Spike, “You saw how she acted to you saying that she was going. And you’re not her father. Emma would stick up for Conner if you wanted him to go and he didn’t want to.”
“What am I supposed to do?” questioned Angel.
“I don’t know, not make them go,” said Spike.
“But there’s bigger things Spike,” said Angel, “Things happen, things have an arrangement. If something happens, and they’re told to do something they don’t want to do, people’s lives could rest in the balance.”
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Lorne found himself standing in a cage of wood. He couldn’t get out, this was probably going to be where the battle was going to be held too. 10x10 cage of wood. Lorne was nervous, his family collecting around him, “I will give you some courage Krevlornswath,” said Landok offering Lorne some wine in a mug.
“No, I’m good,” he said, Landok walked away from him, “Unless you can make a sea breeze.”
Jorkith was being prepped for battle. Landok came back and handed Lorne a sword. Which he excepted reluctantly, “Come on guys. Lets just forget this fight.”
“Be prepared to die Runt of my loins,” said his mother.
“Thanks Mom,” said Lorne sarcastically, “Really loving the moral support.”
“Jorkith, chop his head off first,” said his mother.
Lorne just looked at her, “Really, I don’t need to fight.” He saw Jorkith coming towards the door of the cage, “Hey, mom, you’ve always wanted a hero in the family. You want hero, I’ve saved lives before. Back in L.A. I’ve slain a beast, you could say, I more went against it. I’ve helped people, many people. I’m a hero in my world.”
“Kill the coward,” said Lorne’s mother as Jorkith got in the cage, armed as well.
The crowd started chanting, ‘Kill the coward!’ Lorne looked at them amazed by there treachery, against their own blood. But of course it really wasn’t treachery except for on Lorne’s mother’s part.
“I’m with you at heart Krevlornswath,” said Landok, “I wish he’d make it a fast death.”
Jorkith was circling Lorne. Lorne just smiled at him, hoping, maybe just maybe, they’d stop the fight. A weak smile, worried. The crowd was roaring ‘Kill the Coward.’
Jorkith swiped his sword at Lorne, Lorne ducked out of the way. Jorkith went to do it again, Lorne blocked it with the sword, “How about we just settle down a little Jorkith,” he suggested.
Lorne dodged a stabbing blow. He was ran against the heavy wall of the cage and he blocked the sword. Jorkith kneed him in the stomach and Lorne went down. He rolled out of the way of the sword.
“What does a man do in a time like this?” questioned Lorne, he backed away again from Jorkith, gripping his sword for dear life.
The crowd still cheered and cheered for Jorkith, now they were yelling: “KILL THE RUNT!!”
Jorkith was going to spin around and try to slice off Lorne’s head. Lorne backed up and started doing that screaming/singing sound at a high pitch that he’d used before. Jorkith dropped his sword and put his hand on his ears while Lorne was doing that screaming thing.
The crowd was curled on the ground moaning in pain. He stopped that sound, Jorkith disgruntled from the sound ran at Lorne who still had his sword in hand and didn’t expect it. Frankly, Jorkith didn’t either.
Lorne’s comrade, enemy in battle ran into the sword stabbing himself in the stomach. Lorne let go of the sword. Jorkith held his stomach, sword still in it. Blood coming out and he fell backwards on the ground. “Okay, sorry,” said Lorne.
They were getting off the ground, “Congratulations,” said Landok.
“My Runt has killed,” said Lorne’s mother not believing her own eyes.
One of the people in the crowd yelled, “Tarkna has frozen over!!”
Lorne smiled, “Are you proud?”
“Get him out of the cage,” commanded Landok.
Lorne was let out, “Oh boy, I’m going home.”
“You’ll be taking your weapon and hunting for the feast,” said his mother.
“Feast, I’m not a hunter. I just want to go home,” said Lorne.
“You will find the feast, slay it and be back before night fall,” said his mother, “Hence Forth.”
“No, no, I care for the animals, I like squirrels,” said Lorne as Landok handed him his sword.
“Ooh, squirrel, get us one of those magnificent beast you are so speaking of,” said Landok.
“No, no, I can’t,” said Lorne being pushed out of town slowly, he looked around at the persistent crowd, “Can I at least get some back up?”
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Emma went into her and Conner’s room. She went into the bathroom and in anger in a loud crashing sound punched the mirror and into the wall, she pulled her hand away bleeding. Her eyes yellow.
Conner had been reading on the bed and he went to her quickly, “What’s wrong?”
She looked at the blood drip down her fist, then it went back in. She put her head on Conner’s chest, “Didn’t you hear it?”
“What?” said Conner, “I’ve been reading.”
“Angel wants us to go to Pylea,” said Emma, his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.
“Pylea?” asked Conner.
“Hell dimension, it’s where that Lorne is from,” she said, “Wolfram & Hart sent him there.”
Conner rested his head against hers, holding her, “You don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want anymore Hell dimensions,” said Emma.
Conner stroked her hair, he didn’t want anymore either but didn’t want to fight it at the moment either, “Have you seen it?”
“Last year when I saw Angel’s life,” said Emma, “Touched him and saw it.”
“What is it like?” asked Conner.
“Are you thinking about going?” questioned Emma. Conner didn’t reply. Emma waited but then spoke, “They call humans cows. We’re there livestock, they eat us, breed us, treat them like slaves there.”
“We’re not completely human,” said Conner.
“Till they figure that out, or sense it or, maybe we’re not enough demon,” Emma was confused, she stopped for a moment then started going again. “Vamps can walk in the day there. And if Dad or Angel were to vamp out they’d turn into like there inner demon, vicious and they can’t control what they do. It’s all medieval there. They don’t have music, they dance funny. They’re mean.”
“It’s not really a hell dimension,” said Conner, “Hell dimension have pain and torture.”
“Yes it is,” said Emma looking up at him, “I don’t want to go.”
“Angel wants me to go?” questioned Conner.
“Yes,” said Emma, “But you’re not going to leave me are you?”
Conner looked at her, “If you don’t want to go I’ll stay here but, it doesn’t sound hell like. Just different. We can protect ourselves there.”
Emma sat her head back on his chest the mirror fixing itself.
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“I’ve located a hot spot,” said Wesley, “Down the road from here, like last time.”
Angel sat at his desk, “Do you think Conner hates me?”
“No,” said Wesley, “Why?”
“Spike’s right,” sighed Angel, “I don’t pay attention to Conner’s feelings.”
“You’re just trying to help people,” said Wesley, “I think Conner can understand that.”
“Sun down we leave, No Emma, no Conner, no Spike, whoever it doesn’t matter. Heck if you don’t want to go, don’t-” said Angel.
“Angel, I want to find Lorne. I’ve already briefed Rebecca and she wishes the best for us, I’m going,” Wes replied.
“Still, whoever wants to come can come,” answered Angel, “I don’t care, we’ll pack few weapons but good weapons. And of course, we’ll take the car and keep the book in the car. Glove box or something.”
“It would be bad if the glove box fell on the way,” Wes answered.
“Yeah,” said Angel, “And we don’t quite know the new government will be able to help us back.”
“We can probably reunite with Sasha and the other rebels,” said Wesley, “They’d be of help.”
“Ask Lorne’s family if they know anything about where Lorne is,” said Angel.
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Night arrived. Angel drove the car into the middle of the vacant road. Just Angel and Wesley, “Are we ready?” questioned Angel.
Emma and Conner suddenly got into the back. Spike too, Wes and Angel turned around to look at the three sitting in the back seat. Conner wore blue jeans a white T-shirt and a black jacket. Emma wore jeans and a long sleeve black T-shirt and blue jeans. Spike wore his black jacket and a button up red shirt with his black suite like pants. Everyone was wearing boots. [:-P]
“Sure you want to go?” asked Angel.
“Thought about it Princess,” said Emma, “Fine by me, it’s just a place in the middle ages ran by demons. Plus I’m strong.”
“Okay,” said Wesley, he opened up the book, “Everyone put on your seat belts.”
“What’s a seat belt?” asked Emma, “Oh,” she figured it out sitting between Conner and Spike in the back.
They all put on there seat belts. Wesley cleared his throat and started to read: “Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt!”
The Portal began to form before the Team. Emma grabbed Conner’s leg, Conner looked at her hand. Emma just kind of felt a little jumpy. Conner held her hand before they started driving towards the portal.
Wesley put the book into the glove box and they shot into the portal. Things flashed by.
Angel’s car shot over the hill into the day of Pylea. Into the park like area. They stopped in the midst of the open area. Spike looked around, “BLOODY HELL!!” he ducked down pulling the jacket over him, “I’m going to burn, Angel’s going to burn!! PUT THE BLEEDING TOP ON, BLANKET SOMETHING!!”
They looked at him. Spike then looked up, “I’m not on fire.”
“Yeah Spike, you don’t catch fire in this dimension,” said Angel matter of fact like.
“Oh,” said Spike sitting there in his coat correctly, he stood up, he stepped over the side of the car, “I’m not on fire.”
He put his hands out and felt the sun on him, he was thinking about taking off his shirt.
“We need to discuss what we can and can’t do here,” said Angel.
“This great,” said Spike feeling the warmth of the suns on his face.
“Dad, you can do that in a moment,” said Emma.
“First we’ve got to hide the car,” said Wesley.
Everyone got out. Secretly Angel felt great in the sun. Sun around him. He wanted to take his shirt off and dance around for awhile, but didn’t of course. He knew better, “We’ll hide the car in those trees over there,” said Angel.
Spike was nothing but smiles, waiting to be told something so he could walk about in the sun.
“Spike, whatever you do,” continued Angel, “Don’t go vampire, here you’ll turn into your demon self which you won’t be able to control and is very vicious.”
“Yeah,” said Emma.
“Conner, Emma,” said Angel, “You two don’t do that vampire thing, we don’t know what’ll happen with you. And we don’t need to try and find out, especially if it turns out you can’t control yourselves either.”
“Fine,” said Conner, “We can pull that off.”
“I wouldn’t say no to us looking in the village, asking some questions,” said Wesley.
“We’re armed,” answered Emma shooting a brand new blade out of her sleeve then tracking it back in.
“Maybe we should go to see Lorne’s Mom,” Said Angel, “See her first, he, or whatever then go towards the village if we need to.”
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As it turns out. Angel and the gang arrived before Lorne was taken back to his Clan by his mother, the day of in fact. The group walked up to the door of the house were Lorne’s mother last resided. Angle knocked on the door. Out came Landok.
“Angel,” He grabbed up Angel in a manly hug lifting him real far off the ground. Bear hug. “Angel, long time no see my friend.”
Landok put Angel down, Angel replied to the hug, “Thanks.”
“Who’s this?” asked Spike.
“Loren’s cousin,” said Angel.
“I’m Landokmar of the Deathwok Clan,” replied Landok.
“Say that three times fast,” smiled Emma.
“Who come with you Angel?” questioned Landok.
“You know Wesley, this Spike, Emma and My son Conner,” introduced Angel.
“Son, congratulations Angel. Is he as heroic as you?” asked Landok.
“I think so,” said Angel in a nice fashion.
“Please do enter,” invited Landok.
They walked in. Wesley turned to Landok, “Thank you for this hospitality.”
“Everyone else is out right now so I’m alone, please do take a seat though,” said Landok.
They sat down at a wooden table.
“Krevlornswath didn’t inform us of a visit. Where is that coward?” asked Landok.
“That’s the trouble Landok,” said Wesley.
“He’s kind of missing,” said Spike sitting his arms on the table.
“Missing, foul coward, did he run again?” questioned Landok in a voice that one wouldn’t really saw ‘foul coward.’
“No, he was working with Wolfram & Hart, we believe he’s been kidnapped and brought to this dimension as punishment,” said replied Angel.
Landok grunt disapprovingly.
“You don’t know where Mr. Green is do you?” questioned Spike.
“Krevlornswath, no, I haven’t heard anything from the others in town as a person for punishment,” said Landok, “I wish to help.”
“What about his mother, uh, life giver?” questioned Angel making sure he’d get it right.
“You must ask her, she will return soon,” said Landok, “My home your home Angel.”
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Emma and Conner were sitting on a bench in front of the house. The other demons around like Lorne were dancing weirdly. Doing funny dances. Emma and Conner were looking at them oddly. Of course others were looking at them or doing the daily work.
Inside was Lorne’s rather large life giver. “You haven’t heard from him?” asked Angel standing up.
“No, that coward never talks to us, never. I’m surprised he’d return,” replied Lorne’s mother.
“As we said he’s been sent here unwillingly,” said Wesley.
“What you think, he’s probably been sucked into his own coward of a mind. His choice to get lost,” sighed his mom.
“Good to know,” Spike said sarcastically.
“Why do your kind bring such talk, stupid cow,” said Spike.
“Oh, sarcasm, don’t worry we try to keep this cow’s mouth shut,” said Angel.
“If you really dream to find Krevlornswath you should check the market, town. I may come for more protection,” suggested Landok.
“We’ll be fine, The cow’s a super human too,” said Angel.
“Do I moo?” questioned Spike giving him another bad look.
“The others?” questioned Landok.
“Oh, Emma and Conner are super human too. And Wesley is good in a fight,” said Angel.
“They may stay here if they want we’ll be serving lunch soon,” said his mother.
Spike stood up, “What’s for lunch?”
“Salad,” said the mother.
Angel, Wesley and Spike all looked at each other.
To Be Continued….
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