sorry it took SOOOOO long to add another chapter, but as promised, there will be violence, and some...ahem! 'adult situations'.
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Angel stood, and led the others from the cafe, after they had finished eating and had paid the tab.
"So, you think you can open another portal, and get us back?" Gunn asked, as they wandered down a street.
"I am not sure." Illyria said. "The atmosphere is not right, here."
"What d'ya mean?"
"The air travels different. It would not be wise to open portals here."
"You mean, any more portals?" Connor asked. He'd gotten to the corner quicker than them, and was looking to his right.
There was nothing on this street, no houses, no parks, no shops, no sidewalks. It was just...there, existing on its own.
There was many portals on the street, some more obvious than others.
Those that were invisible, were possibly the worst ones.
The ones that went big to small would possibly split anything mortal in half, as the size seemed to be cutting the air apart when it grew smaller, and stretching it when it grew larger.
They caught up to him, and were struck speechless, except for Illyria, but then, it wasn't all that strange for her.
"The doors blend together here." Illyria said. "No one seems to notice."
"Yeah, you'd think someone would, what wit' gapin' holes like them." Spike said.
He wiggled in Gunn's arms, who refused to let him go.
"Let's go through." Angel said suddenly.
He stepped towards one, Connor right behind him. Warily, the others followed.
As the father and son stepped through a portal together, Illyria spoke.
"This is not a wise decision." But she stepped through.
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They were all seperated. They were together, but they couldn't touch each other, nor could they move.
"Ok...what's goin' on?" Gunn asked, trying to move his legs.
Spike, who was now standing right beside him, rolled his eyes up to him. "How the hell're *we* s'possed to know?"
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*"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK MMMEEEEEEEEE!"*
*"I AM! I AM! SHIT! LORD KNOWS I AM!"*
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"Ok, *what* was *that*?" Gunn asked.
No one could give him an answer
To what seemed like a long time, a woman appeared. She was 6'2, with long brown hair, and wide red cirlces for eyes.
She smiled.
"Welcome to my Domain, my lovely little people." She said, and her voice was merry. "My name is, well, on this plane, Omeggia."
"What the hell is goin' on?" Spike asked.
"What is this place?" COnnor asked.
"My Domain." She said.
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*A whip could be heard, cracking against skin.*
*"That enough?" A woman's voice sounded.*
*"Fuck! Shit if it is! GIve me MOREEEEEEEEEEEE!"*
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"I don't understand." Angel said. "What's going on here? With those people, with this place?"
"Those people are not here against there will, totaly, anyway." Omeggia smiled again. "Here, in my Domain, everyone is put to their very own, special test. Whether it is set by themselve or me, they endure it."
She glided over to him. "You are full of questions about me, this place, your life, and death. I do not have all the answers. But ask me about my Domain, and i shall answer all."
"Why are we here?"
"You stepped through the portal, i did not force you."
"Will you let us leave if we choose to?"
"If you complete my tests."
"What tests?"
She smiled.
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*"I wish to learn how to fight."*
*"You think i will teach you? I don't even like you."*
*"No, but you wouldn't risk my death, either. You *need* me."*
*"I need nothing."* A sigh. *" But i will teach you."*
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"This isn't helpin'." Gunn said.
Omeggia stepped away, so they could all see her. She smiled. "I will explain all."
"What do you want from us?" Connor asked.
"Angel. The vampire with a soul, formally known as Angelus, The Scourge or Europe. Liam, as a human." She said, circling him. She then went over to Illyria. "Illyria, one of many Old Ones, ruled like a God. Now infests the body of Winifred, Fred, Burkle, a Texan. Who was trapped in Pylea for five years." Omeggia went to Connor. "Connor, child of two vampires, Angel and Darla, both decendants of the old Master, Heinrich Nest. Also known as Steven, and The Destroyer. Taken by Daniel Holtz, to a Dimension." She went to Gunn. "Charles Gunn, street fighter, turned lawyer. Lived on the streets, then with Soul-ed Angel, then Wolfran & Hart." She made her way to Spike. "Spike, known as William the bloody, and William the Bloody Awful Poet. Also a desendant of the old Master, from Drusilla. Named new for killing people with Railway spikes. Now currently in the body of a child."
"So, you know of us, that doesn't answer anything." Connor said. "And how did you know us?"
"I know all who enter here."
"Whatever." Spike inturrupted. "How do we get back?"
"Do my challenges, win, as you shall leave." Omeggia assured."
"Ok." He said immedietly.
"Spike, d-"
"C'mon, i'll even go first." Little Spike said, still trying to move.
"No, i shall choose who goes first." She said, stepping back from them. "I shall choose...Angel, the destroyer of the dragon, however close the call was. Your challenge is, Bravery. That should be no obsticle for you."
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Angel could move again. The others he could see, but couldn't move.
He reached out, and touched Gunn's arm, who looked at him. He then turned back to Omeggia. "What if we fail our tests?"
"Then you will stay. Those who pass, will be allowed to leave. Those who fail, will remain here. Those who choose to ignore my tests, will remain where they are put until they co operate."
Things, like lights, turned down slowly, until he could not see them so much.
"A word of warning, if you relive that which you have seen, and lived already, you *must not* change it."
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Confused, Angel faced foward, and took one step. He was enfulged by a dark red, almost the colour of blood.
It washed over him, surrounded him, closed him in.
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Opening the door, he stopped. He knew where he was.
Looking down on himself, it confirmed his suspicions.
He was back in 1883.
He, and his family, were in the house of some royals or another, They'd recently killed them, and decided to nest there for a while.
The family that they had killed had only five people in it. The maids and buttlers and cooks, that lived there, had been killed over time, some still alive.
Angelus had found them, and he and Darla had taken the parents and the oldest child together. They let Dru have the old grandmother, as she had developed a taste for wealthy, healthy old people. William was given the youngest child, leaving him hungry still. But he wasn't allowed anything else.
Angelus had opened the door on the two youngest members of the family, in their bedroom, the nursery to be specific. He hadn't been happy, as he had ordered them away from eachother.
Angel rememered what Angelus did next, and it twisted his stomach. He really didn't want to do it, he wanted to chance it, but he remembered Omeggia's warning.
Angel, in Angelus' body, walked fowards, his movements stiff.
"Drusilla, William." He said.
Drusilla rolled off of Spike to face Angelus. "Hello, Daddy. Are you coming to join us?"
"No, Dru."
She frowned. "Are you agnry at me, Daddy? Have i been bad?" Her eyes glittered, in fear, or in anxiety, they didn't know.
"I just need a *word* with our William, Darlin'."
Spike smirked. He knew what was coming. He'd also stopped correcting Angelus everytime he called him 'William'. His back was still aching from the last beating for it.
"Come along, boy."
Angel was still unsure, but he made sure not to show anything different.
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William reached the drawing room, and was ordered to strip. He was then forced over the desk as Angelus took off his shirt, not wanting to get blood on it.
Forcing William up, he chained his arms behind his back, and proceeded to beat him.
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Spike was was bruised and bleeding from multiple wounds all over his body.
Angel forced him onto the desk once more, and cut strips off his back, arms, legs, butt, stomach, and face.
Spike screamed through some, grunted, whimpered, and made keening sounds through others.
"Why do you love to anger me, boy?" Angel asked.
Spike didn't answer at first. "I want to know why i can't be wit' Dru. I ain't done nothin' wrong."
Angel cursed inside his head. Spike had said the same words to him, over a hundred odd years ago.
"Ye doant need t' know, boy. I am Master here, and if i say ye t' stay away, ye'd best be doin' as i say."
Spike frowned. "I'm not bloody doin' that! You ain't *my* Master!"
"Oh, really, boy?"
Angel retrieved the horsewhip, and beath the boy all over with it, until the pale, pale skin was all bloody and cut. Spike struggled to move, but was more weaker then before.
Angel then held the boy over the desk, the table pressing into his wounds, and he whimpered.
Angel unbuttoned his trousers, exactly what Angelus had done.
The violence still excited him, he saw.
Without any warning or preperation, he entered Spike harshly, violently, and plundered his backside, while he held him down.
Spike screamed, begged, and whimpered, but Angel didn't, couldn't listen.
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He pulled the boy up, hearing all the broken bones rattle. He unlocked his arms, and dragged him by the hair, as Spike was too weak to move on his own.
Angel opened the basement door, and threw him down, watching him bounce off the stone stairs.
Only when the boy his the stone floor, whimpering, coughing blood, did he shut the door.
He didn't let the tears fall until the room was fading.
It had been one of the worst punishments Angelus had ever dealt for no real reason.
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TBC...
Well, what you think? Honestly. Please, *please* review, i don't know when my next entry will be.
Tell me what you loved, what you hated. I'll take all crytism with a stiff upper lip. -smile-
*who will be next to a task. Who will suffer, and will there be more to dread?*
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