SEPTEMBER, 1998
"Who's there?" Willow called
out, backing away from
the dark mouth of the alley;
she kept moving until her
back touched the cold metal
of the streetlight.
"Relax," a male voice soothed.
"I'm not gonna bite."
Willow rolled her eyes, silently
moving her hand up to
the small of her back and
the stake Giles had forced
her to hide there. "You don't
believe me?" the man
asked, and she shook her head.
She heard him sigh, and
suddenly her knees went weak
as he stepped out of the
alley. His dark eyes held
intense amusement as he
witnessed her reaction. Willow
felt rage boil up
inside of her as she straightened
her posture and
glared at him.
"Who are you?"
"A friend," he replied, smiling slightly.
"Sorry, got enough friends,"
she shrugged, turning
away from him.
"How long's the Master been
out?" he asked suddenly.
Her head whipped around to
meet his eyes.
"You know about the Master?"
A brief flash of fear
danced in her eyes, but was
quickly replaced by the
familiar icy look.
"You've lost friends, haven't
you?" the man asked,
avoiding her question. "A
lover, perhaps? A mentor?"
"Who the hell are you?" Willow
hissed. The man opened
his mouth, but before he could
reply, he suddenly
found himself lying on his
back with a combat boot
pressed against his throat.
"Nice shot, Xand," Willow
greeted.
"Who he?" Xander asked, gesturing
to the man on the
ground beneath him. The redhead
shrugged.
"He says he's a friend," she replied.
"Human?"
"He didn't try to bite."
"You human?" Xander asked the
man; the stranger didn't
reply. Well, rather, he couldn't
reply seeing how
Xander's boot was still pressing
against his throat.
"You think G-man would care
if we brought a stray
home?"
"He knows about vampires,"
she shrugged; Xander raised
an eyebrow and removed his
foot from the man's throat
The stranger coughed loudly,
rubbing his throat.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked.
"Looked like you were attacking
my Will," Xander
replied, slinging an arm over
Willow's shoulders. "I
didn't like that. So, you
of the fanged species?"
"I don't bite," the man replied.
"Good enough for me. How 'bout
you?" Xander asked,
looking over at Willow.
"If he tries anything, we can take him."
"Agreed." With that the two
friends led the stranger
through the streets of Sunnydale;
the two teens kept
watchful eyes on the sides
of the street, looking out
for any possible dangers.
They neared the high school
in silence with Willow stealing
glances at the man
neither he nor Xander were
looking.
"Why are we going to the high
school?" the man asked
as they mounted the steps
and headed around to the
back of the building.
"Headquarters," Xander replied
quickly, pulling a key
out of his back pocket and
inserting it into the first
door they came to. The teen
pushed the fire door open
and ushered the other two
inside the vault.
"What's this place?"
"The vault. Where the old books
go to die," Willow
replied, pulling open the
other door that was situated
across from the first. Soft
light from the library
stacks slid in the door as
the girl and her friend
walked out. The man stood
there in silence, seeming to
contemplate his next move.
"You coming?" Willow asked,
popping her head back in the
door; he sighed and
followed her out.
"Hey, G-man! We come bearing
gifts!" Xander shouted as
they stepped into the center
of the library.
"Xander, how many times have
I asked you not to call
me that?" Giles replied, not
looking up from his book.
"Five times, and that's just
today," the boy replied,
pulling stakes, crosses, and
vials of holy water out
of the pockets of his cargo
pants and setting them
down on the table. Giles looked
up to glare at the
teen, but his attention was
drawn to the dark haired
stranger.
"Hello," Giles greeted cautiously.
"Hey," the man nodded, placing
his hands in the
pockets of his jacket.
"And you are?" Giles prodded,
his hand drifting down
to the crossbow he stored
under the table.
"Angel," he replied; Giles
raised an eyebrow. Angel
sighed. "I've come to help
you against the Master."
"And how can you do that?"
Giles asked, his hand
gripping the crossbow tighter.
Angel sighed and rolled
his eyes up to the ceiling.
When he returned his face
to the humans of the room,
the demon was present in
all its glory. "Gods," Giles
hissed, bringing the
crossbow up swiftly and aiming
it at the vampire's
heart.
"I thought you didn't bite,"
Xander snarled, slipping
into a fighting stance. Only
Willow seemed to be
unperturbed.
"I don't," Angel replied. He
opened his mouth to
continue, but he was silenced
by blinding pain as
something impacted with the
base of his skull. He
slumped forward as he slipped
into unconsciousness,
and Willow grinned triumphantly
at the two men.
"Knew this would come in handy,"
she smirked, throwing
the heavy crucifix onto the
table.
******
SEPTEMBER, 1998
Angel moaned and shook his
head slightly as he swam
back into consciousness. The
back of his head felt
like it was being pressed
onto hot coals, and as he
lifted his hand to find out
why he was in such pain,
he realized he was chained
down.
"What the...?" he muttered,
opening his eyes and
glancing around. He struggled
briefly against his
bonds before he was stilled
by the sound of a cocking
crossbow. He turned as best
he could to find himself
nose-to-bolt point and looked
up into the cold eyes of
the redhead.
"Wouldn't move if I were you,"
the boy called Xander
commented from his position
sprawled out on the
library counter. "She's a
killer shot."
"You don't have to keep me
chained up," Angel
reasoned, never taking his
eyes off the redhead,
partly terrified of her ability
to shoot and kill him,
and partly fascinated by the
petite girl.
"Really?" the girl growled.
Angel blinked at such a
ferocious sound coming from
her.
"I'm not like other vampires," he stated.
"If it looks like a demon," she replied.
"And moves like a demon," Xander continued.
"It's a demon," Angel finished,
slumping back in the
chair he was chained to.
"Willow, please don't kill
the creature before we get
a chance to confirm his identity,"
the librarian
commented, stepping out of
his office followed by a
dark-haired woman. The redhead,
Willow, smirked at the
vampire but lowered the crossbow.
"I can only find one
reference to a vampire named
Angel in the Chronicles,"
the librarian told the woman.
"It only mentions that
his name means 'The One with
the Angelic Face'."
"Wow, the Watcher's finally
get something right,"
Willow muttered, and Angel
was torn by his reactions,
pride at her acknowledgement
of his attractiveness and
fear at the mention of Watchers.
After all, wherever
the Watchers were, the Slayer
wasn't far behind. Angel
briefly wondered if the blonde
girl Whistler showed
him was still alive.
"I'm not sure if this is the
Angel your clan cursed,"
the librarian continued, walking
over to the table as
Xander hopped off the counter
and joined the little
group. The woman shrugged,
looking Angel over.
"Our records are sketchy, but
they do mention a
tattoo. The leader of the
clan marked the Cursed One
on his right shoulder blade,"
the woman replied.
"You heard the woman," Willow stated. "Strip."
"Sorry, I don't get naked on
the first date," Angel
smirked. Suddenly Angel found
Willow's crossbow and a
large crucifix carried by
Xander shoved in his face.
The redhead cocked an eyebrow.
"Alright," he muttered.
"But I can't very well do
like this, can I?" he
snapped, indicating the chains.
"Xand," Willow stated, tossing
the boy her crossbow.
He lowered it until the bolt
was even with Angel's
groin.
"You hurt her, you'll be writhing
for centuries," the
boy threatened as Willow pulled
the key to his chains
out of her pocket. She unlocked
the chains and quickly
moved out of reach as the
vampire stood up. Angel
glanced at the four humans
before sighing and starting
to unbutton his shirt.
"Cover your eyes, Will," Xander
ordered, a teasing
smile dancing on his lips.
"Trying to protect my virtue?" Willow replied.
"Yep," he answered.
"Won't work," she bantered.
"I know," he grinned as Angel
finally tossed his shirt
onto the table. He turned
around, baring his muscular
back to the group.
"That's the design," the woman commented.
"Good," the librarian commented.
"Put your clothes
back on," he ordered the vampire.
"Do I get to be chained up
again?" Angel asked with
mock enthusiasm.
"Not unless you enjoy it,"
Willow replied, smirking.
Angel suppressed a laugh at
her double entendre.
"Oh, I do," he replied. "But not right now."
"Pity," Willow replied, sitting
down in a chair on the
opposite side of the table
from Angel. She propped her
feet up and half-watched Angel
and half-watched Giles.
"Ms. Calendar? I-I mean, Janna?"
Giles called out as
the woman headed for the library
doors. She turned
slightly and smiled at him.
Giles stood there and
stuttered for several seconds
before Willow rolled her
eyes and leaned forward.
"Giles? Do I have to ask her
out for you?" she asked,
causing the librarian to glare
at her. She smirked and
shrugged. Janna laughed at
the exchange.
"Rupert?" she questioned, getting
his attention again.
"How would you feel about
a picnic tomorrow?"
"I would like that," he smiled.
She waved at the small
group before heading out of
the library.
"'Bout time, G," Xander grinned,
sitting down next to
Willow.
"Will she be okay?" Angel asked,
watching the library
doors swing closed.
"She's a gypsy," Willow shrugged.
"But she's also a
pretty powerful technopagan."
"Yeah, Janna's got powers we
can't even conceive,"
Xander replied.
"I suppose official introductions
should be made,"
Giles commented walking over
to the group at the
library table. "The obnoxious
teenager is Xander
Harris."
"Nice to meet you, Deadboy,"
the boy smirked with a
small wave. Angel rolled his
eyes at the nickname.
"The redhead is Willow Rosenberg,"
Giles continued.
Willow raised her eyebrows
and grinned at him. "I'm
Rupert
Giles."
"Most people just call him
G-man," Xander commented.
Giles sighed heavily, taking
his glasses off and
cleaning them with a rag he
pulled out of his pocket.
"Once again, Xander--"
"'Please refrain from calling
me that,'" Xander
finished.
"Welcome to the White Hats,
Angel," Willow stated
before breaking into a fit
of giggles at the bickering
that continued between Xander
and Giles.
******
SEPTEMBER, 1999
"You're staring at her likes
she's dinner," Xander
commented, glaring at the
vampire as Angel watched
Willow and Giles do weapons
inventory. "Which she
better not be," he warned,
his voice low and even.
"She's not," Angel replied,
glancing over at the boy.
"I'm just amazed--"
"That we haven't staked you yet?" Xander finished.
"No," Angel responded evenly.
"That you three have
managed to survive without
help for so long." Xander
shrugged.
"G-man tried to call the Slayer
here like she was
supposed to be, but things
fell through. Apparently
there's a lot of demonic activity
in Cleveland,"
Xander commented. "So we dealt
and improvised."
"What happened?" Angel asked.
"The Master, I mean. How
did he rise?"
"Oh, the Harvest," the boy
stated as if the event in
and of itself meant nothing.
"The Vessel fed, the
Master rose, people died."
There was a hardness in his
voice that hadn't been there
before.
"You lost friends." Angel didn't
bother to phrase it
as a question, already knowing
the answer. Xander
didn't reply verbally, only
nodding his head slightly.
"Her story?" Angel asked,
indicating Willow with a
tilt of his chin.
"You got a stiff one for Will?"
Xander asked, not
bothering to hide his grin.
Angel narrowed his eyes
but didn't comment. "You want
her story, ask her
yourself," he replied, leaning
back in the chair as
Giles and Willow walked over
and joined the pair at
the table.
"Are you two patrolling again?"
Giles asked, gathering
the books off the table and
heading for the stacks.
"Oh, I don't know," Xander
replied, smirking at Angel.
"Maybe Will and the new guy
can have a go." He wiggled
his eyebrows at the vampire.
Willow smacked him in the
back of the head.
"Mind out of the gutter, Xand,"
she ordered with a
smile.
"But the gutter's comfie,"
he pouted. Giles sighed,
rubbing the bridge of his
nose slightly.
"Children," he muttered, carrying
the books up the
stacks.
"C'mon, Deadboy," Xander ordered,
standing up and
pulling his leather jacket
off the back of the chair.
"Let's go show you the night-life."
The three of them
left the library with a wave
to Giles as he exited the
stacks.
"Be careful," the librarian called after the trio.
Xander walked in front of Willow
and Angel, scanning
the road in front of them
for vampires while Willow
and Angel scanned the sides
of the road.
"So, Will," Angel began, but
Willow cut him off with a
wave of her hand.
"Only Xander calls me Will,"
she stated, eyes never
leaving her side of the road.
"Okay, Willow--"
"Only Giles calls me Willow,"
she replied, casting a
quick grin in his direction.
"Fine, _Red_," he growled.
"'Red?' I like it," she smirked.
"Sounds dangerous."
Angel laughed suddenly, causing
Willow to turn and
stare at him with eyebrows
raised.
"I can't figure you out," he
stated once he quieted.
"One second you're ready to
kill me, and the next,
you'e my best friend." She
shrugged.
"I figure, you've been neutered
so no danger," she
smirked, turning and hurrying
to catch up with Xander.
"Oh, Red, I'm far from neutered,"
he grinned, watching
the way her muscles moved
as she walked away from him.
Angel shook himself, trying
to get those thought out
of his head, and followed
the other two. He was within
a yard of them when a vamp
jumped out of a small
thicket of trees. It grabbed
for Willow, but the
redhead moved deftly out of
its way. She spun around
pulling two things out of
her pocket, a bottle of holy
water and a stake. She threw
the bottle at the vamps
face as it turned to grab
her again; with it blinded,
she rammed the stake into
its heart. She grinned at
Angel and Xander as the vampire
disappeared.
"Good job, Will," Xander praised
just as the trees
rustled again and another
vampire leapt out at the
pair. Angel moved into action,
pulling a stake Willow
had stuffed into his jacket
pocket out. He moved
between Willow and the attacking
vampire and managed
to stake it, just as a blinding
pain hit the small of
his back. Angel glanced over
his shoulder and managed
to catch sight of a crossbow
bolt sticking out his
back. He glared up at the
two teens. Xander grinned
sheepishly and waved his crossbow
at the vampire.
"You okay, Angel?" Willow asked,
moving up beside the
vampire.
"I will be as soon as someone
gets this thing out of
me," he stated, still glaring
at the teenage boy.
"Hey, if you hadn't got in
my way," Xander shrugged.
Willow rolled her eyes, placing
one of her hands on
the shaft of the bolt and
the other flat on Angel's
back around the entry wound.
"Count of three," she stated
calmly. She glanced up at
the back of Angel's head and
yanked the bolt out
without warning. Angel sucked
in an unneeded breath.
"You lied," he hissed. Willow shrugged.
"Details," she stated, turning
to face Xander. "You
want to call it a night?"
"Sure, since Deadboy's pretty
much out of commission,"
Xander answered.
"So that was just an elaborate
plot to get to go home
early?" Angel asked, straightening
up, his wound
already healing.
"Yep," Xander replied happily
as the trio headed
towards the library.
*****
OCTOBER, 1998 (and it is 1998
regardless of what part 3 said)
The two adversaries circled
each other warily, each watching the other for
any sign of weakness. One
adversary was dark and pale with a coldness of
body that infected the air
around him while the other was light and
slightly pale with hot blood
pumping through her veins. Fire and ice, they
each played predator and prey
until with out a sound or any outward sign of
agreement, the battle was
joined.
Ice leapt for Fire, but she
out maneuvered him, spinning out of his grasp
even as she brought her leg
back to hit the back of his knees bringing him
down to the ground. His arm
lashed out, hitting the backs of her knees and
bringing her down to his level.
She twisted around, making her way to her
feet before he could attack
again; she jumped over his leg as he tried to
sweep her own legs out from
under her. He rose to his feet just as she
tried to punch him. He grabbed
her wrist and twisted her arm behind her
back until her back was firmly
pressed against his chest.
"Yield?" he purred into her
ear. She scoffed loudly, her body tensing as
she spun again, her hand grabbing
the back of his head. As she twisted her
body, she pulled his head
down and kissed him roughly. Caught off-guard by
the kiss, he wasn't prepared
for her next move. Her knee shot up painfully
into his groin, and he fell
to the ground writhing in pain.
"Yield?" she purred this time,
smiling triumphantly down at him. He nodded
weakly, trying to recatch
his breath.
"You....don't play....fair," Angel grunted as the pain began to subside.
"I'm gonna have to side with
Deadboy on that, Will," Xander commented,
having deep sympathy pains
for the vampire. "That was a bit much."
"But it did the job," Willow
shrugged, offering a hand to the vampire.
Angel waved her hand away
and rolled over onto his back. "Wimp," she laughed.
"Hey, it hurt," Angel argued,
pushing himself into a sitting position. He
deftly caught the thermos
Willow tossed to him. He took a quick swig
earning a disgusted grimace
from Xander.
"How can you drink that stuff,
man?" the boy asked. Angel shrugged, rising
completely to his feet. He
walked over to one of the benches that lined
Giles' courtyard and sat down,
leaning back against the cool stone.
"It keeps me from killing you,"
Angel stated, watching the boy with
predator's eyes.
"I'd kill you before you could
even try," Xander shrugged. "And if you did
kill me, Will'd kick your
ass." Angel scoffed loudly, causing Willow to
shoot a glare at him.
"Who just kicked your ass a
few seconds ago?" she demanded, placing her
hands on her hips.
"That wasn't my ass," Angel
stated, raising his eyebrows. Willow sighed and
rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder who has the dirtier mind, you or Xand," she muttered.
"Oh, it's him, trust me," Angel replied, indicating Xander.
"Please," Xander scoffed, "You're
the two hundred year old pervert who can
put me to shame." Before Angel
could reply and continue the friendly banter
that was a norm between the
two, a creak sounded from the metal gate
blocking the entrance to Giles'
courtyard. The trio fell silent, and each
jumped to their feet, falling
into tense battle stances just as thump
sounded on the stairs. The
silence became thick as the body spilled out
into the main area of the
courtyard. The smell of blood nearly overwhelmed
Angel, and he had to clutch
the wall as he was nearly floored by the
intensity of it. He didn't
even want to think of what it smelled like to
the two humans.
"Oh, God," Willow whispered,
edging over to the body. She clutched a hand
over her nose and mouth as
if she was trying to block out the smell.
"Where's her head?" Xander
whispered. As if in answer to his question,
another thump sounded on the
stairs and the girl's head soon joined her
body. Willow paled considerably,
and a ferocious snarl escaped from
Xander's lips. The snarl soon
turned to a barely repressed sob. "Cordy," he
whispered, walking over to
the corpse. That was when the two closest to the
body noticed the note pinned
very neatly to Cordelia's jacket. Xander
carefully reached over and
unpinned the note, trying desperately not to
giggle hysterically. Angel
left his position by the wall and walked closer
to the body.
"'Pretty little Cordy's pretty
no more, and only three are left of the
original four. See you soon.'"
Xander read in a monotonous voice. He rose
to his feet, staring blankly
ahead, and Angel was suddenly afraid the
strange, to him anyway, girl
had driven Xander over the edge. His fears
were allayed , however, when
Xander suddenly crumpled the note in his fist.
"That bastard," he snarled.
Xander glanced over at Willow, and the redhead
returned his cold stare. With
howl of intense rage, Willow leapt over the
body and ran up the stairs
with Angel following shortly behind her, fearing
for her safety.
"Red!" he shouted as she ran
out to the street. Willow halted her chase and
glanced in each direction
of the street. Seeing no one, she suddenly began
to shout.
"WHY?! You want me!" she screamed,
tears streaming down her face as she
circled around, issuing her
demand. "Not my friends! Me! Face me, you
bastard!" Angel reached her
and gently took her into his arms. "Face me,"
she sobbed. Angel made comforting
noises in his throat as he stroked her
hair, letting her cry into
his shirt. When the redhead had calmed, Angel
broke the embrace and the
silence.
"Who was she?" he asked quietly.
"Cordelia Chase," she replied,
wiping her eyes. "We saved her from the
Harvest, and she was an original
member of the White Hats. She disappeared
a week before you showed up.
We assumed that--"
"She'd been made a vampire," Angel finished. Willow nodded faintly.
"She could be a real bitch
sometimes," Willow laughed bitterly, "But she
didn't deserve that." Angel
nodded slightly, agreeing with the redhead,
even has his mind was troubled
by the familiarity of the tactics.
"You and Xander know who did
this?" he asked as they started down the
stairs. Willow nodded numbly.
"Who?"
"You don't need to know," Xander
replied as he and Giles tried to maneuver
Cordelia's body into a body
bag with the most amount a dignity possible for
the situation.
"We'll handle it," Willow added,
walking down the stairs to help her
friends figure out what to
do with Cordelia's body.
*****
OCTOBER, 1998
Angel entered his apartment
just as the sun was cresting the horizon. He
had stayed with he small group
of humans as they waited in silence for the
sun to rise so they could
give Cordelia the burial she deserved. He had
offered what comfort he could,
but he knew instinctively that they didn't
need comfort. They needed
revenge. Angel cursed their stubbornness, knowing
he could find whoever had
killed the girl, but he also recognized the need
for personal vengeance that
the three of them yearned for. He sighed
heavily, resting his head
back against the door, just as a familiar scent
drifted to him.
"Come out," he ordered harshly,
his demon instinctively knowing who was in
the shadows.
"Hello, lover," the silky voice
purred as the blonde woman walked out of
his bedroom. Her plain skirt
swirled slightly around her legs.
"We haven't been lovers for
a long time," Angel corrected, staring at the
woman with unabashed hatred.
"Yeah, a lifetime," she smiled.
"Or several." She noticed his eyes
surveying her outfit. "You
like?" she asked, flaring her skirt. He raised
an eyebrow. "No, the school
girl thing was never one of your fetishes," she
answered herself.
"What are you doing here, Darla?" he demanded, walking past her.
"Oh, I was in the neighborhood,"
she shrugged. "And I want to know why you
insist on helping the white
hats. Especially since the Master has risen."
"They're my friends," he replied softly.
"And the little redhead has
nothing to do with why, hmmm?" she asked,
walking over to him and placing
a hand on the small of his back. "I can
smell her on you," she whispered,
her mouth next to his ear. Darla smiled
as his body tensed. "She's
afraid of you, isn't she? She doesn't want you
to touch her. The three of
them don't consider you a part of their little
group, do they? That's why
they wouldn't let you mourn with them." She
pressed her body against his
which was when Angel caught a scent clinging
to her.
"How does your consort feel
about you being here?" Angel asked suddenly.
Darla laughed and let go of
him, walking a few paces away.
"Oh, he doesn't mind," she
dismissed. "He's formulating a plan for your
redhead even as we speak."
She turned from him and headed for the door.
"Who is it, Darla?" Angel demanded.
"You'll meet him soon enough, Angel," she smirked. Angel returned her smirk.
"It won't work, you know,"
he stated. "Trying to mold him into something
he's not," Angel clarified
at her expression.
"I know," she commented sadly.
"He just doesn't have your fire, your
passion, your lust for the
chase." She cocked her head at him. "But in the
end the results will be the
same."
"I'll die before he hurts Willow," Angel promised.
"Perhaps," Darla replied, "But
either way the white hats will lose another
member, and the Master will
rest easy." With that, she opened the door and
walked out of the apartment,
the door slamming shut with a clang.
*****
OCTOBER, 1998
The second the sun set Angel
was out of his apartment and hurrying towards
Giles' place to try and force
any information out of the group. He knew
that they had to trust him
with this if they hoped to defeat Darla and her
unnamed consort. He reached
Giles' place, but before he could knock the
door was pulled open. Angel
nodded to Giles in greeting as the Watcher
ushered him inside.
"The children are still asleep,"
Giles commented. "Would you like some
tea?" Angel shook his head,
leaning back against the couch.
"Who is it, Giles?" the vampire asked.
"It isn't my place to tell
you," the older man stated, glancing up at the
vampire. "If they want to
tell you, they will."
"I can help," Angel argued.
"If only to find whomever it is." He looked up
at Giles. "You guys have to
trust me."
"We do trust you, Angel. Every
night. We trust you with our lives," the man
snapped. "But this is solely
the children's decision."
"You don't give up, do you?" Willow asked as she stepped into the living room.
"Red--" Angel began, but she silenced him with a wave of her hand.
"Don't start," she ordered, walking into the kitchen. "We're handling this."
"Not very well," Angel muttered.
"What did you say?" Willow hissed, glaring up at him.
"This...thing has killed your
friend, and you don't seem too concerned with
finding it," Angel reasoned.
"You think we don't care?"
"I'm not saying that," he stated.
"Yes, you are," she replied
through clenched teeth. "You try it, Angel. You
try dealing with it. You try
having your friends and family slaughtered."
"I have," he whispered. "I killed mine."
"And that makes you an empath?"
she snapped. "My friend did this, Angel. He
killed my parents, Xander's
parents, Cordelia's parents." She laughed
bitterly, turning her head.
Angel caught sight of tears glistening on her
cheeks. "He even killed my
grandparents. Now he's starting on my friends.
All to drive me insane." Angel
looked away from the redhead as memories of
himself following the same
tactics on an innocent English girl who saw
visions nearly overwhelmed
him.
"You could have told me before," Angel whispered.
"And run the risk of losing
you too? My friends seem to have death warrants
on them," she stated.
"They already know," he commented.
Willow opened her mouth to reply just as
Xander hoped down the steps
and into the living room.
"Morning," Xander greeted.
"It's night," Giles replied; the boy just shrugged.
"What did you mean?" Willow asked, staring at Angel.
"I had a visit this morning.
My sire...she has a plan to destroy the white
hats. She's trained her consort
to be an almost perfect stalker."
"Do you know where they are located?" Giles asked.
"No," Angel replied honestly.
"Liar," Willow hissed suddenly.
"No, Red, I'm telling--"
"You're one of them. You have
to know where he is," she reasoned, walking
into the living room and over
to Angel. She stopped a few feet from him.
"I'm an outcast," he replied. "They don't talk to me."
"Your sire seemed willing," she snapped.
"That was different," he stated.
"Really?" Willow smirked, covering the distance between them.
"She was taunting me," Angel
replied, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit
of his stomach. Willow's smirk
turned into a mirthless grin as she raised
her hand and slapped Angel
fully across his face. She prepared to backhand
him just as strong arms wrapped
around her waist and carried her to the
door. Xander managed to close
the door behind them without letting Willow
out of his grasp.
"She's under a lot of stress,"
Giles offered, watching as the vampire
touched his cheek lightly
where a small red hand print was appearing
against this pale skin.
"I think I deserved it," Angel muttered. "Although I don't know why."
"Before the Harvest, Willow
was a wallflower. Shy and innocent. Then all of
this began," Giles explained.
"I think she just wants it to end." Angel
nodded in understanding. "She'll
find a vampire to take out her anger on
and then all will be fine,"
the man stated, offering the vampire a smile.
"I hope so," Angel muttered,
suddenly worried he'd done something to ruin
the growing friendship between
himself and the redhead.
******
OCTOBER, 1998
"I'm worried about them," Angel
stated, glancing out the window for the
tenth time in the last fifteen
minutes. "They've been gone too long."
"I agree," Giles stated, rising
to his feet and joining the vampire by the
window. "Usually Xander forces
the patrol to end after an hour."
"Willow wasn't that angry,
was she?" Angel asked, trying to inject some
humor into the rapidly blackening
mood. Giles didn't respond, and a worried
silence descended on the pair.
"We should go find them," Angel declared,
heading out the door.
"I agree," Giles commented,
grabbing his coat and following the vampire
into the night. They reached
the road and were suddenly stumped as to where
the teens had gone. "Restfield,"
Giles finally stated. "It's closer." Angel
nodded and followed Giles
towards the cemetery. The two covered the
half-mile walk to the cemetery
in tense silence, each worried about the
teens. They reached the black
iron gates of the cemetery, and each pulled a
stake out of their pockets
just to be prepared.
"Damn," a quiet, pain-filled
voice muttered from one of the bushes lining
the cemetery path. Giles and
Angel exchanged glances before hurrying over
to the bush. Giles knelt down
next to Xander's body and placed a hand on
his shoulder. "That better
be someone who isn't fanged," the boy growled,
pushing himself up on his
hands.
"Are you okay?" Giles asked,
helping into a sitting position. Xander
nodded, clutching his forehead.
"Where's Willow?" Angel demanded,
searching the surrounding shrubbery for
any sign of the redhead.
"We were attacked. I think
she was grabbed," Xander replied. "I don't
really remember." Angel growled
low in his throat as he let his demon use
its heightened senses to search
the surrounding area for Willow. Faintly
his demon caught the intoxicating
scent of fear and the sound of a frantic
heartbeat. Angel's demon leapt
for the surface of his mind as he smelled
the scent that had so permeated
Darla's clothing.
"He's here," He snarled, his
face changing into its demonic visage. Giles
took and involuntary step
away from the vampire, and Xander lightly touched
the cross he wore around his
neck. "Get him home," Angel ordered,
indicating the boy, just as
he rushed forward into the darkness, following
the smell of fear.
Angel ran through the cemetery,
leaping over tombstones, trying to make it
to Willow before anything
fatal happened. He neared the center of the
cemetery and the small clearing
that held the oldest tombstones just as a
taunting laugh rang out.
"You know, Wills, after all
you've been through," a male voice commented,
"You'd think you would've
learn not to walk alone at night."
"I wasn't alone," Willow's voice hissed in reply.
"Xander? Doesn't count," the
other voice dismissed, "He still stuck in the
past playin' Nighthawk like
when we were kids." Just then, Angel made his
move, leaping into the clearing.
"Angel," Willow stated, relief in her eyes and voice.
"How many times have I told
you, girl," Angel snarled, falling easily into
the role of soul-less vampire.
"Do not call me that!" With those words he
strode confidently into the
clearing. He reached the darkhaired vampire
that was cradling Willow against
his chest and growled at him. Angel
reached out and grabbed a
handful of Willow's hair. He pulled the girl out
of the vampire's grasp and
into his arms. He released her hair but wrapped
a hand around her neck. "Play
along," he hissed in her ear, hoping the
other vampire didn't hear
it. Willow relaxed slightly.
"Hey!" the vampire declared at the loss of his prize.
"She's mine, whelp," Angel snarled. The vampire snorted.
"She's not marked," he stated,
moving towards Willow and Angel. Angel
snarled, holding up a warning
hand.
"Would you mark this flesh?"
he murmured, the hand around Willow's neck
softly stroking her flesh.
"You want Willow?" Angel narrowed
his eyes at the statement and the
disbelief in the vampire's
voice. Angel smirked and grabbed Willow's cheek,
earning him a squeak of fear
and surprise from the redhead as he pinched it.
"Oh, yeah," he growled. "So
innocent. Makes me hard just thinking about
her." Angel's free arm slid
down around her waist. The other vampire
grinned lewdly and turned
to Willow.
"Wills, you little slut," he
laughed. Angel's arm tightened around her
waist as her body tensed.
"Watch your tongue, boy," Angel scolded.
"Or what? The mysterious, Batman-like
vamp, sweeping out of the darkness,
is going to kill me?" the
vampire smirked. "Please."
"You're Darla's consort," Angel
stated, returning his smirk. "She's trying
to force you into becoming
someone you have no urge to be." The other
vampire laughed, suddenly
happily distract.
"Yeah. She says he's the most
vicious creature ever or some shit," he
dismissed, "But not anymore.
She told me not to play that game anymore."
"Did she tell you his name?" Angel questioned, ignoring his last statement.
"Yeah. Angelus," the vampire
suddenly stopped laughed, his grin slowly
fading from his face.
"And what, pray tell, is the
pet form of Angelus?" Angel smirked. The boy
didn't answer. "Red?" he asked,
releasing his grip on Willow's throat.
"Answer the question."
"Angel," she stated, staring
coldly at the other vampire. The vampire's
eyes widened.
"And did she tell you stories?"
Angel continued. The vampire nodded
silently, real fear in his
eyes. "Then you know what I can do," he grinned
evilly.
"The curse--" the vampire began.
"Like most things Gypsy," Angel
smirked. "Shoddy craftsmanship." The other
vampire's mouth worked slightly
as he thought of something to say, but
Angel waved him away with
his free hand. "Go away," he ordered. "I've got a
girl to punish for running
away." With that, Angel drug Willow towards the
trees. The exited the clearing,
and, after Angel was sure they weren't
being followed, he released
his grip on her neck.
"Thank you," she breathed,
not looking up at him. He didn't say anything,
just began walking past her.
"C'mon," he ordered, grabbing
her hand, dragging her out of the cemetery
and towards his apartment.
"Angel?" Willow asked, noticing
they were heading away from Giles's place.
"Where are we going?"
"My apartment," he stated.
"We need to talk. Actually," he corrected, "You
need to tell me things." They
walked the rest of the way in silence, each
watching the shadows for any
sign of the vampire. They reached Angel's
apartment without incident,
and he unlocked the door, ushering Willow
inside. The redhead took in
the lush surroundings in silence while Angel
watched her with hooded eyes.
"Willow?" he prodded finally.
She turned around and looked at him. "Who is
he?" She closed her eyes and
turned away from him. "Willow," he urged.
"Tell me," he pleaded, sitting
down on the couch. "Let me help."
"You can't," she denied.
"You don't know that," he stated.
She turned back around. "Please," he
whispered.
"His name is Jesse McNally.
He is -- was -- one of my best friends since
grade school. Me, Xander,
and Jesse, we were the Three Musketeers," she
smiled slightly. "Then one
night, Cordelia spurned his love one too many
times and Jesse decided to
big up this blonde girl."
"Darla," Angel supplied. Willow
nodded. Tears were rolling down her face
but she managed to keep her
voice strong.
"She turned him that night.
Apparently the Master need more vampires to
prepare for the Harvest. He
was there, the night of the Harvest. I could
have killed him, but the demon
he was wore my friend's face," she stated,
her voice finally cracking
as she broke into sobs. Angel was on his feet
and had her in an embrace
just as her knees gave out and grief overwhelmed
her. "He came by my house
one night, and my parents let him in. He killed
them. He didn't drink from
them. He just killed them and played in their
blood." She tightened her
arms around Angel. "He had fun," she hissed, hot
anger in her voice. "Then
he and Darla killed Xander's parents, then
Cordelia's. He took pleasure
in it. More than he should have." Angel nodded
numbly.
"I know," he whispered, pain
laced through his own voice. Willow pulled
back to look at him. "I know
because I've done it before."
******