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I'm adding myself into this story. Some things will be exagerated so they can make the story better, but aside from that "Michael" is exactly like me.
Wolfram & Hart - The Key
"Mr. Angel, sir, there is someone waiting for you in your office." A proud and seemingly wealthy lawyer at Wolfram & Hart spoke calmly to Angel. He was one of the old members of the building who worked under Lilah and was part of the stealth team that tried to capture and disect Darla and Connor.
"Thank you." Angel nodded. He wasn't going to hold any grudges against people. He had enough enemies as it was, he didn't want to make any more. "You can go.. Get back to work. I'll have Harmony call you if anything comes up on the new case envolving the Winged Messengers."
"Alright, bye." He walked away and stepped inside an opened elevator. The doors slowly shut and as they did, he scoffed under his breath. He hated being polite to that... vampire...
Angel rolled his eyes childishly at the elevator door and started towards his office. As he approached, he could hear the faint voice of his secretary, Harmony. He slowly approached the door, and looked in.
Harmony was standing in front of a 15-year-old boy. He was sitting on top of Angel's desk and staring blankly at the blonde vampire who was talking to him. The boy looked confused, but on the other hand he seemed to be hiding something. Angel didn't think he was evil, but there was a presence to the boy, presence of trouble to come.
"Ok, wait. I don't get it." Harmony laughed nervously. "You don't know what you are?"
"Correct." The boy said, swaying his feet on the desk. "Well. Actually. It's confusing. I know that I was..." He was confusing himself. "Can we get some authority in here?"
"Ok, I'll be right back! I'm going to go get Angel. You stay right here, cutie." She pulled on the boy's cheek and then walked out of the room.
Angel quickly disappeared, escaping Harmonys' vision. He would have bothered to talk to her, but someone was in need. He walked into his office and looked at the boy. "Sorry about that. Harmony is a little..."
"Chipper? Hard to believe she's a vampire. She doesn't seem evil." He looked into the hallway, looking to see if she was coming back.
"Yeah... Hard to believe she had minions too." Angel walked around his desk and sat in the comfortable chair that was lined with leather and cushioned to his liking. "Can you... get off my desk?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry." The boy hopped off Angel's desk and looked at him. "I always adapt to some place and make myself at home. I hope you don't mind."
"Yeah, you should be careful in here. There's cameras, and microphones, and portals, and weapons." Angel said. "I don't want you breaking anything and getting me yelled at." He sighed. "So, who are you?"
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me that."
Magui
12-22-2003, 02:45 PM
I like this,continue ;)
Angel stared back blankly at the boy standing in front of his desk. "You don't know who you are?"
"You're not stupid." Michael sighed as he sat in a big chair on the far side of the room. "It's really confusing. I don't know how to explain it myself. Thing is, monks made me out of energy. These monks worked their magic here in Wolfram & Hart. I don't know what I was created for, but I think I'm pretty special."
Angel pondered the statements this young boy had just made to him, and thought back to the days when Glory was after Dawn. She was a key. It sounded like Michael was a key as well. Dawn's blood would open up a portal to another dimension, but he didn't think that was Michael's case. "Do you have name that we can start with?"
"I kinda like the name Michael. Although, if we are in a crowded area and you call out MICHAEL! I bet you like 10 people would turn around."
"Ok, well, let's get you down to the lab." Angel stood up and put his hand on Michael's back, guiding him out of the room. "One of my good friends, Fred, will do some tests on you and we can get some answers."
"You mean like CIA FBI stuff?" He stepped back away from Angel. "No thanks, not in the mood to be disected."
"Fred won't hurt you, trust me. She doesn't know how to hurt a good person." He looked at the weird glance coming from Michael's eyes. "Yes, Fred is a girl."
"Oh, hey, ya know. Whatever floats your boat is ok with me." He started walking again, looking at the various demons and lawyers as he passed them. "So, is this place bad?"
"I haven't figured that part out yet." Angel stopped in front of an elevator and pressed the 'up' button. He saw Michael was still walking, not paying attention, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back. "That's where I come in. Even if this place is evil, I garentee it won't stay that way." He said as he stepped into the elevator, followed by Michael. The doors closed behind them.
"So, um, what do you think I do now?" He said, putting his hands on the elevator walls as he leaned against them. "I mean, no ID, no memories, no family, no place to go... I'm just some loner."
"What? Well, you can hang around here until we figure out what to do with you. I'm sure we can figure something out. I won't let you walk the streets or anything like that."
"Please don't stick me with the blonde girl! I know she is employed by you and all, but I don't think we'd get along." Michael begged.
"Wait. Before you said you knew she was a vampire. How did you know that?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, weird thing about being some person made from energy - I know everything. Well, not EVERYTHING, but I'm pretty damn smart. I think I have a college education and a junior Watchers' knowledge of demons. Plus I'm a really hot 15-year-old who can charm anyone so I pretty much have everything I need."
"Aren't you lucky." Angel groaned as the doors opened. He stepped out, and was then followed by Michael. "The lab is down here. Fred will use a bunch of machines to do certain tests. I'm not the most knowledgable person when it comes to machines and what not, but I know known of them will hurt, trust me, I'm always the guine pig."
"Ok, now, when I press this button here a concentrated quantity of electronic magnetic radio waves will be directed into the central core of your brain where it will then unlock all valuable knowledge we need and then..." Fred forgot what happened after that part. "What does happen after that part?" She looked around her.
"Well, seeing how you are probably going to blow up my brain, I'm guessing that the knowledge you get from me will further help you in your plans to better Wolfram & Hart."
Fred became nervous. What if it went wrong and did blow up his head? He wasn't like other people. They are made from sex, but he was made from magic and energy. "Uh, you know what, why don't I... do some other things... and you can come back tomorrow... when I know you're brain won't explode."
"Then what do we do with energy boy now?" Gunn asked. He had followed everyone down into the lab. He stood around uselessly as always.
"I wanna go home or somewhere that can be considered home. Anyone got a box I could sleep in in an alley?" Michael laughed.
"I'll take him back to my place." Angel sighed.
"Wow, Angel, I'm flattered and all, but we just met." Michael laughed again.
"Funny. Come on, I'll drive you there."
"It's sunny out."
"The cars have tinted windows, the sun light can't get in." Angel sighed. "Don't give me a hard time, I'll make you walk."
"Ok, fine, but if you burst into flames and we crash and die in the car I'm going to hate you forever."
Magui
12-22-2003, 09:46 PM
Fred is so...Fred.You portrayed her very well...continue ;)
Angel pushed down on a small button on his key ring. A low beeping sound came from one of the cars. Michael looked around the parkinglot, there were so many cars. All the cars there were well worth over 130,000 dollars.
"Um, which one is yours?" He asked, looking around.
"The silver one." Angel pointed at it with his keys and they both approached the car. "Get in."
Before the two could enter the car, three demons appeared from out of know where. Angel had seen these demons before. He and Buffy had fought one of them when he was made human for the day. He wondered why there was more of them now, and why they were here.
Angel sprang into action, charging at one of the demons. He stepped onto the hood of a car and tackled the demon to the ground. He got to his feet before the demon, and tossed it into the side of the wall. As it fell, he kicked it in the stomach, and then elbowed it in the back as it went down. He turned around, while punching the demon to pieces, but to his surpise Michael was fighting one of the demons on his own.
Michael punched the demon in the face, and used the same hand, mid-swing, to backhand the demon. He let go of the demons shirt and punched him in the face again. He kicked the demon in the face. Although Michael had some skills of fighting, a mortal was no match for these demons. Because when he went to kick the demon, it caught his foot. The demon picked him up over his head and threw him into one of the cars. Michael's side smacked into one of the car windows, shattering it, glass going into side of his back. His body fell to the ground.
Angel dismounted the demon he had beat to death and used his vampire stealth to move towards the other demon. He wrapped his arms around its neck and pulled, breaking it. The other demon made a run for it, but Michael handed Angel a piece of the broken glass. Angel threw the glass and it sailed threw the air and pierced the demons' neck. He let out a small scream and fell to the pavement, dead like his friends.
"Are you ok?" Angel asked.
"Sure, yeah, I think so." Michael struggled to stand to his feet, but after a few seconds he was leaning against the car. "What were those things?"
"Very powerful demons that are an army of something very bad. We should probably get you inside." Angel held onto Michaels' shoulder and let him over to the car. They both got in and Angel started the car.
"Remember, if you burst into flames... I hate you..."
"I'll try to remember." Angel laughed as he pulled out of the parkinglot.
* * * * *
Angel unlocked the door to his expensive apartment and ushed Michael inside. He looked around and his jaw dropped to the ground. Well, not literally, but you know the metaphor.
"You know, if this is what I get if I become a vampire, then bite away." Michael pulled his shirt collar away from his neck.
"Sorry, I don't eat humans." Angel groaned. "Spike..." He looked around, angrily. "Where are you?"
"Just seeing what you have in your fridge, mate." He walked out of the kitchen and looked at Michael. "Who's the kid?"
"He's Michael. He's... a key... for something." Angel was still confused on what Michael was and what his purpose was.
"You mean like Dawn?" Spike asked.
"Dawn?"
"Another key." Spike said. "She opened a portal to another dimension. If it helps, your goal in life is probably to die. Best make the best of it before that time comes." He sighed. "I'm going, you're like a nun, Angel, you have no drinks here that any self respecting man would drink."
Michael walked back from the kitchen carrying a can of Dr. Pepper. "What?" He asked, knowing he missed something.
"Nothing." Spike shook his head and walked out of Angels' apartment.
"Can you remind me to change the lock on the doors?" Angel asked, tossing his over coat onto a chair.
"Sure." He looked around the apartment, still in shock. "Nice crib, man."
"I like to call it home." Angel sighed, walking into the kitchen himself and getting a packet of blood.
"Hey, Angel." Michael groaned. "This mortal wound I have is bothering me. You got a bed where I can lie down and get some sleep?"
"You can sleep in my bed, just because you're injured." Angel looked at Michael worriedly. "Are you sure you're ok? You don't have to put up a tough face around me."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just tired." He sighed, putting his can down on a table. "Where's your room?"
"It's around the corner on the right." Angel pointed.
"Thanks... Um... Thanks." Michael nodded and walked to Angels' bed and climbed on it. He pulled the covers over himself and looked back at Angel. "You better not do anything to me in my sleep. I once read a story about people that would do weird things to their friends while they slept. Like, put whipped cream on their hands and what not."
"I'll try to contain myself." Angel smiled.
Magui
12-23-2003, 01:56 PM
This is soo cool!...I love this part:''you're like a nun, Angel, you have no drinks here that any self respecting man would drink."----->hilarious!---CONTINUE!
"You better not rape me in my sleep or watch me, that's kinda stalker-ish."
"I'll try to contain myself." Angel smiled.------>does it mean what im thinkg?,..no,well,nothing,..im just perve :p...POST MORE,seriously,you must to
No, thats not what he meant... well... kinda... Past x-girlfriends said they like to watch me in my sleep, and I always said it was kinda stalkerish. So, I added it into the story.
Really good..post more...
I think in the next part I'm gunna throw in some spangel, bangel stuff to satisfy you people, lol.
Magui
12-23-2003, 02:24 PM
Originally posted by Parker Summers
I think in the next part I'm gunna throw in some spangel, bangel stuff to satisfy you people, lol.
YAY!,you rock!!! :D :),..luv ya!!!;)... POST!,...SOON!... NOW!!... HURRY UP!..what are you waiting for? ;) :p
Well, I've been on my death bed and haven't been able to go outside, thus not being able to deliver my presents to my friends. So, I'll post something once I give and recieve some pressies.
Magui
12-23-2003, 02:35 PM
k,.waiting...;)
Angel watched his young friend fall asleep. Then he noticed that it was in HIS bed. Where was he going to sleep? Obviously he wasn't going to share the bed with him. He sighed, and turned to leave, when he noticed blood beginning to appear through Michaels' shirt. He walked over to him, pulled his shirt away, and saw a really nasty wound on his side.
"Must have been from when the demon threw him into the glass window." He thought. "I better call Fred. She's good with this medical stuff. That way we can avoid being attacked again. The demons were most likely after him."
Angel walked to the living room of his large apartment and sat down in a rather comfortable chair. He picked up his phone and dialed Freds' number. She picked up after a few rings. While working in the lab, there was always noise.
Fred: "Hello?"
Angel: "Fred, it's me."
Fred: "Oh, hey, Angel. What do you need?"
Angel: "There was an accident and Michael got hurt real bad. You think you could come over here and bandage him up."
Fred: "Oh know teenagers can be a little rough, Angel, but did you really need to hurt him?"
Angel: "I di--... I didn't hurt him. Some demons attacked and he was in the crossfire. Please, can you come?"
Fred: "Sure, I'll be over in a second. With all these new cars I'll probably be able to get over there in light speed."
Angel: "Bye, Fred."
He put the phone down on the reciever and walked back to where the injured boy slept. Something didn't feel right. There was something inside him that made him care for the boy. Not in that way, but in a fatherly way.
A high pitched ringing sound buzzed in the room, and in a flash of bright light, Fred appeared. She smiled and did one of her goofy laughs and walked over to them. She carried a first aid kid in her hands, which she swung by her side as she walked.
"I wasn't kidding about that speed of light thing. I think we should operate. This looks serious." Fred joked. She put the first aid kid on the bed next to Michael, who was still sound asleep. "Which side is it on?" She spotted the blood stained shirt. "Oh, well, that's a clue." She pulled the boys shirt up and looked at the nasty wound on his side. "Woah. And he's been walking around like he's not hurt? Strong kid."
"I guess you weren't kidding about the speed of light thing, huh?" He said."Yeah, he had a pretty good handle on the demon until it got physical and threw him into a car." Angel said.
"I think there is some glass stuck in the wound too. I should probably clean the thing out." She took some medical stuff out of the first aid kid. "You think he will wake up?"
Angel looked at Michael. "If he hasn't woken up yet, I don't think he is going too. I remember when I was a teenager some 240 years ago. Sleep is like drugs."
"Ok. Go do something while I work on the patient." She said as she pushed her glasses up on her nose. She turned and looked at Angel who was still there. "Uh... Angel..."
"What?" He snapped back into reality.
"What's going on with you?" She asked.
"It's really complicated, Fred." Angel sat on the bed next to the two humans. "I've always wanted to have a child. Even though I'm undead, I have a soul. I see what joy having children can bring to the parents, and I always wondered what it would be like to have a kid of my own some day." He sighed. "When Darla was pregnant, I was the happiest... vampire... on earth. Then she killed herself to save Connor, but that situation was bad. Connor was the result though, which was one of the good things Darla and I ever did."
"I remember the look you had on your face whenever you held Connor. When he was still holdable and not trying to kill us all of course." She said.
"So, I don't know. Spending time with this kid makes me feel like --"
"A father."
* * * * *
Angel stepped into the shower. Finally he would have some piece and quiet. Everything was so different, so difficult now that he was working over at Wolfram & Hart. He never had any time to himself. Now that Michael had to be sheltered, he would have even less time to himself now.
He sighed as the hot water hit his body and he ran his hands threw his wet hair. It felt so calming to take a shower, especially when you're dead. The hot water hitting his cool skin always made his whole body vibrate at the feel of something warm.
He relaxed in the shower, trying to calm himself for the new day. He had to be in the office in an hour, so he needed to calm himself down for the approaching day, another long day. He closed his eyes, and that's when he heard it. A loud scream came from the bedroom.
Using the vampire stealth, Angel grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and appeared in the bedroom. He looked at Michael who was sitting up in the bed. "What? What happened?"
"MY KIDNEY'S GONE!" Michael yelled.
"What?"
"MY KIDNEY'S GONE! DIDN'T YOU EVER HEAR THAT URBAN LEGEND? SOMEONE GOES TO SLEEP AND WHEN THEY WAKE UP THEIR KIDNEY IS GONE BECAUSE SOMEONE CUT IT OUT AND SOLD IT ON THE BLACK MARKET! I'M A TARGET FOR ILLEGAL BUSINESS NOW!" Michael yelled. "I'm going to pull the poor boy drama." Michael joked. "So how much did it sell for?" Michael laughed.
"You're kidney?" Angel sighed. This kid was getting to him. "Wanna know a story? See, when I was Angelus, when I was evil. I started the whole kidney thing."
"What?" Michael coughed.
"Yeah. I needed some money to get Darla, Drusilla, Spike, and I to the Boxer Rebellion. But since we didn't have any money I stole like a hundred people's kidneys to sell to the old black market for some cash."
"Woah, I'm talking to a famous person." Michael gasped. He looked at Angel, who was only wearing a towel. "I know we're both men and all, but can you do me a favor and put some clothes on?"
"Well, you're kinda in MY room. So, it would be impossible for me to change in here with you in it."
"Sorry I breathed... god damn..." Michael hopped off the bed, with pain in his eyes from the wound. He blinked them away, intending for everyone not to know he was hurt, and walked into the living room.
Angel sighed and walked into his closet, shaking his head. Where does this kid get everything he says? Is he a really bad comic or something?
* * * * *
JERRY! JERRY! JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!
As Angel walked into the living room, he could hear a crowd calling out someones' name. He looked across from the doorway and saw Michael sitting indian style on the couch, watching television. He walked over and leaned on one of of the chairs and gawked at what he saw.
There was women and men running around on stage without any clothes on. They were fighting with each other, and big body guards were trying to break up the fight. A man in a suit stood in the audience and made sarcastic comments as the people went at it, as the crowd cheered things such as "WHORE WHORE WHORE WHORE!"
"What is this?" Angel asked, looking at the television.
"It's called Jerry Springer. Ever watched it?" Michael asked, his eyes glued to the television.
"I don't think so. My old friend Doyle used to watch it though." He sat in the chair he was leaning on and looked at the title on the screen. "So, you're watching Jerry Springer and the show is about LOVERS who COLLIDE with LESBAIN PARTNERS?"
"Yeah. It's been on for 13 years. Don't ask me how I know that. I just do." Michael shrugged. "it's been voted the worst show on television, but it still has the highest ratings in the world too. Don't ask me how I know that either." Michael thought quietly for a minute and turned towards Angel. "You should go on that show one day, Angel. When it's a show about gay people, you and Spike should go on! I can see it now!"
"Ok, that's enough." Angel put his hand over Michael's mouth. "Note for the future, no more talking about Spike and me as a couple. That is desturbing and I might have nightmares."
"Hey, you know I'm just kidding." Michael sighed.
"It's ok, because as your punishment, you're spending the day with Harmony, sorting through some files."
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Cool..like lil references;) post more...
Magui
12-23-2003, 04:10 PM
There was something inside him that made him care for the boy. Not in a homosexual way (although my readers would like that... wouldnt you...), but in a fatherly way.
All the way Parker!
He sighed as the hot water hit his body and he ran his hands threw his wet hair. It felt so calming to take a shower, especially when you're dead. The hot water hitting his cool skin always made his whole body vibrate at the feel of something warm.
OMG!,I am the one who needs the shower!!!
Oh,gosh,the Jerry Springer part was awesome!...CONTINUE!!!!!
I just made the biggest scene in the liquor sore. I was there with my dad to buy some liquor and what not for Christmas and all the men in the place were wearing old beat up clothes like in the Buffy movie. And I'm really sick, could have to be hospitalized, so I'm on 6 medications. And I was like "oh my god! I'm in vampires R US!" and all the people looked at me and this one guy ran at me, and I got all scared but it just turns out he was going to leave. maybe he didnt like my insult......
2 weeks after the last part
"I can't believe you haven't had a Christmas, Angel." Michael frowned. "Everyone deserves atleast one happy Christmas in their lives."
"Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm kinda not living and I don't burst with happiness all the time." Angel sighed. "Wait, that didn't come out how I wanted it too."
"Don't worry, buddy ol' pal, I know what you mean." He thought. "Why didn't you have Christmas when you were still alive? You had to live to be like... 25?"
"Somewhere around there, yeah." Angel laughed. He couldn't remember when he died. It had been so long. 230 years or so. "Well, my parents weren't the wealthiest people. Any money they had, or I found, I took and spent at the bar."
"Oooh. Angel is a drunky. Now I see into your devilish past." Michael laughed. He stood up and picked up the phone.
"What are you doing?" Angel asked.
"I'm going to call all of your good friends. They are going to come over, and we are going to have a nice Christmas. It will be your first Christmas, and since I was seemingly created out of nothing a little while ago, it'll be my first Christmas too." Michael punched in the numbers on the phone and put it to his ear.
"I don't know. I mean, it's a good idea. But, we have this crisis on our hands and I--"
"Hey, Fred? It's Michael." He laughed. "Yes, I'm still alive. Angel is being a very good dad."
Angel coughed.
"Anyway, can you believe Angel hasn't had a Christmas before?" He sighed. "That's what I said. So, I was thinking. Why don't you all come over to his apartment for Christmas. Plus, it would mean a lot to me too, seeing how it's my first Christmas." He heard a click on the other line, and then someone breathing on the other end. "Who's that?"
"HEY CUTIE!" Harmony yelled into the phone.
"Oh, hey." Michael rubbed his temples. "Hello, Harmony."
"AM I INVITED TO YOUR CHRISTMAS PARTY TOO?!" She yelled again, breathing heavily into the phone.
"Harmony, you know you're dead right? You don't have to breathe."
"CAN I? CAN I? CAN I? CAN I? CAN I? CAN I? CAN--"
"If you buy me really expensive things and give them to me then you are welcome over." Michael said into the phone. Angel grew quiet, as did Fred on the other line. "uh, sorry, so, uh, Fred, yeah. Branch out to everyone and be at Angels' place at... 8:30. Alright, I'll see you then."
* * * * *
Everyone had arrived on time. Probably after Michaels' outburst on Harmony, the others were afraid to piss him off. Fred arrived first, smiling as always. She put her presents down on a big coffee table and then went to see Angel. Lorne came next, swinging his arms and dancing as he came in, asking "where's the party?". Wes and Gunn arrived at the same time. They were both to 'manly' to give in to all the festive cheer. They put their presents down on the coffee table too.
Michael went to shut the door, when Harmony bust through it. She carried 4 large shopping bags.
"Harmony... What are all those bags for?" Michael asked.
"Well, I saw this cute sweater for you--"
Michael immediatly zoned out when he heard she was talking about clothes. He knew she would be at it for hours if he didn't do something. He didn't care about clothes! He was a punk! He always wore baggy jeans and/or a t-shirt and hoody. "My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard, and they're like, "it's better than yours". Damn right, it's better than yours. I could show ya, but I'd have to charge. My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard, and they're like, "it's better than yours". Damn right, it's better than yours. I could show ya, but I'd have to charge."
When Michael came back to reality, Harmony was gone. He could tell she was still in the apartment by all the fluttering around she was doing. Now, he was looking at Eve. "Why did they invite her?" He thought. "oh, hey Eve. Come on in." Michael stepped out of the way and let her in.
That was everyone. The main crowd. Angel. Fred. Wesly. Gunn. Harmony. Eve. Lorne. and... Michael.
* * * * *
"You know what you could do for me, sugar?" Lorne asked, looking at Michael.
"Sugar?" Michael blinked. Eve leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "That's the way he talks, just go with it." "Ok." Michael sighed. "What can I do for you, Lorne?"
"Sing."
"Sing?"
"Sing."
"You want me to sing."
"Why?"
"Angel tells me that you sing in the shower."
Michael slowly turned and looked at Angel and mouthed out "I-AM-GOING-TO-KILL-YOU... AGAIN." He turned back to Lorne and smiled nervously. "Ok, um, what do you want me to sing?"
"Anything. How about a Christmas song? Let's keep the mood. Knowing you it will be some rap about how you're a pimp and what not." Lorne sighed. "Music these days."
"Oh, Michael's gunna do a show. To bad I didn't bring a camera." Fred laughed.
"Oh yeah, because then when I get a girlfriend, you can kidnap her and bring her over here and show her the film! I can't belive I'd want to miss out on something like that." Michael laughed. "Only you, Fred." He smiled.
"I'm not getting any younger, kid." Lorne said.
"I know! Quit your bitching!" Michael sighed, rolling his eyes childishly. "I'm really going to hate you guys for this, seriously. Your end will come sooner than you expect!!!" He sighed, again. "Have yourself a Merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of site. Have yourself a Merry little Christmas. May the yole time be gay... or something like that... hang a shining start upon the highest bough, and have yourself a merry little Christmas now. There? Happy now?"
"What did you see, Lorne?" Gunn asked.
"See?" Michael wasn't up to date on the whole group. He'd only been around for such a short time.
"Lorne is an empath, it means he can sense peoples' future and their emotions." Wesley explained. "Lorne can tell those things by the way people sing."
"That's kinda creapy." Michael said. "So, what did you see, Lorne? Am I going to live in a mansion?" He laughed.
"Ok." Angel interupted. He knew that whatever Lorne said was going to be something bad. He knew the situation. "Let's do that thing when you open the presents."
* * * * *
"Next time you want to throw a party, don't." Angel said, as he walked around the house and picked up paper and other trash lying on the ground. The Christmas party had ended a few minutes ago, and now they were cleaning up. "For people who are grown up, they do leave a mess."
"Ah. Don't worry about it, Angel. We can just do it in the morning. Not like the trash is going anywhere." Michael smiled. He took the trash from Angel and put it down on the table. Who cares if the house is a little messy in the morning? No one will see it, but them. "Hey, Angel, sit down." Michael walked to one side of the couch and sat down.
Angel sat down next to him, sighing tiredly. "yeah?"
"Well, you saw that I bought people things for Christmas. I gave them theirs during the party, but I wanted to give you yours afterwards." Michael pulled a bag out from behind the couch and handed it to Angel. "merry Christmas."
"Thanks." Angel smiled, taking the bag nervously. He pulled out a framed picture. Upon looking at the picture, he saw that it was a recent, updated picture of Buffy.
"I always see you looking at that picture on the night stand. I don't know, I thought you should know what you're really looking at." Michael said.
"I don't look at her looks, I look at her soul." Angel sighed, looking at the picture of his one true love. "Ok, so, there's more in this bag?" He asked, trying to break the mood.
"yup. I'm not that cheap."
"Ok." Angel reached into the bag and pulled out a black book. It was the size of a normal book you would read. Its pages were all blank, but there was lines on them. "What?"
"Well, I always see you brooding all the time. You always sit there in thought. I just thought that if you had somewhere to write things down, it would help you. I heard writing things down is easier than saying them. With all the stress you have going on, I dunno... thought it might be a way for you to vent." Michael looked away, a little nervous to his reaction.
"Thank you, it's perfect." Angel smiled. "Anything else?"
"yeah, one more. It's kinda a gift from me and Spike." Michael smiled, waiting for him to see the present.
Angel reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of hair jell. There was a note on it from Spike. It read:
Angel, I was getting tired of that nancy boy hair jell you always used, so I wanted to get you what real men used. The smell was driving me insane, men shouldn't smell fruity. Michael bought the thing, I just thought of it.
Angel laughed and looked at Michael, who was also laughing. "I smell fruity?"
"Yeah." Michael was still laughing. "I don't think it's normal. You smell more feminine than Fred does."
"Excuse me?" Angel punched Michaels' arm playfully.
"hahaha...... ow......." Michael held his arm. "Damn vampires and your super strength."
"Sorry. I forget sometimes." Angel said.
"That's ok. I'm gunna go to bed anyway. You do the same. Like you always say "I have work tomorrow, have to get my rest"." Michael said mockingly.
* * * * *
Angel sat in lied in bed. The night was fun, except for the disaster that would have been Lorne telling Michael what he saw. It was Angels' first Christmas. He didn't know how to thing or feel. Being undead always made him emotionally different from everyone. He was happy, no doubt, but there were also unfamiliar emotions there too. He looked out past his bedroom and saw Michael on the couch. He knew he was asleep by the way he breathed. Vampires can tell things about people by how they breathe.
Angel got out of bed, not making a sound and walked to the side of his room. He grabbed a pen and the book Michael got him, and started writing.
Magui
12-25-2003, 07:53 PM
You are such a good writer :: tu ::!,..I love this,keep posting!
btw,Michael is so cool!
Michael is me :) LoL. Although I'm not th ekey, but you get the picture. You're a great writer too. And so is Ana8. LoL. You guys are the only ones that read this, so thanks.
* * * * *
Warning: Contains character death, but don't worry, it's just a dream!
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Thousands. There were thousands of them. He'd seen about 3 demons together in his short time. Three. Not thousands. They were all down in a cavern. A spiral stair case was their only way out of the Hell. The demons gathered below were the same ones that attacked Angel years ago, and the demons that attacked Angel and Michael in the parking lot. Why was there so many of them? Why were they there? There? It seemed so familiar. The energies shifting and the scents hovering over the pit were so familiar to him.
Angel, Spike, Michael, Wesley, Gunn, Fred, Harmony, Lorne, and Eve stood on a large cliff over looking the thousands of demons. They were not alone. The entire army of Wolfram & Hart solders were present. Guns raised, hearts ready for a battle.
(series of flashes)
*A soldier is hacked to death by a demon.
*Angel snaps a demons' neck.
*Fred shoots a demon in the neck.
*Gun chops a demon in half with a large ax.
*Spike decks a demon, knocking it back into the cliff.
*Michael panics and shoots his crossbow, hitting a demon in the heart, killing it anyway.
(things take a turn for the worse)
*A demon disarms Fred and cuts her throat with a large knife.
*Gun dodges an attack, but doesn't watch his back. He gets cut in half.
*Wesley gets his skull pounded in by a weapon.
*A demon grabs Michael and starts cutting every vein in his body with a blunt knife.
*A demon slashes his sword, cutting off Angels' head.
Michaels' eyes opened wide as he quickly sat up in bed. He was covered in a hot sweat, his body was energy-less, he was dissy, and breathing heavily. What was that? He had never had a dream like that before. It didn't make any sense.
(flashes from the dream)
*A demon grabs Michael and starts cutting every vein in his body with a blunt knife.
*A demon slashes his sword, cutting off Angels' head.
Michael let out a blood curtling scream. He looked down at himself and he was covered in blood. He felt his body tensing up, and his injuries were getting worse. Hotter, almost burning sweat, he couldn't move now, his world was spinning, and the blood. How was there blood? He didn't even get cut or stabbed.
Angel ran into the living room, worried about his young friend. He shook him, looking down at him. "Michael?! Can you hear me?"
"The blood!" Michael said crying terribly. "Oh, God."
Angel looked down at Michael. He looked him up and down. There was no blood. Angel sat next to him on the couch. "Michael... I think you are seeing things. Try to calm down for a second." Angel could tell Michael was breathing hard. There was always this thing with vampires. They could sense arousal, fear, breathing, blood, etc. He could sense the fear and breathing in Michael, and it was not a good combination.
"What?" Michael looked up at Angel with tear filled eyes.
"Just breathe. Take a deep breath in, and a deep breath out." Angel commanded forcefully.
Michael took the tone in his voice seriously and slowly began to control his breathing. He pulled his eyes away from the ceiling, and looked down at himself. Angel was right. There was no blood. "What?"
"You stay here. I'm going to go get you some things. Remember to breathe." Angel got off the couch and walked out of the room.
Michael sat on the couch, still shaking terribly. He looked at his hands, which were vibrating rapidly. He balled his hands into fists and put them in his lap, trying to stable them.
Soon Angel came back in the room. He was carrying a glass of water and a t-shirt. He sat next to Michael on the couch. "Sit up." Angel said.
He nodded and slowly tried to get up. It hurt so much to move, although he knew he was still calmed down. Angel had to hold onto his shoulder and help him sit up properly.
"Drink this. It helps." Angel handed him the glass of water.
Michael took a sip and almost dropped the glass on the floor. Covered in hot sweat, pain, and dissy-ness was not the best combination to have a sudden shock of cold water in your body. He sighed, putting the glass on coffee table with shaky hands.
"Tell me." Angel said, gently now. "What happened?"
"I don't know." Michael said, still crying slightly. "I was having a dream. There were thousands of those demons in a pit. We all went into fighting and we were doing good. Then the tables turned. We all died, you, me, Fred, Gunn, Wesley. There were a lot of Wolfram & Hart solders their too, but I know they all died. I could... I could feel the pain."
"Hey, it was just a dream." Angel said hugging him.
Michael hugged him back and then backed away from him. "Something was familiar."
"Familiar?"
"Yeah, um, I don't know how to explain it really." He sat quietly for a few seconds. "It seemed familiar. I don't know how to explain it! But something about the place was familiar, like I've been there before."
"Could it have been the place where you were 'created'?" Angel asked.
"No." He shook his head. "Or maybe... God, I don't know."
"Ok, well, you go back to sleep." Angel put his hand on his shoulder. "You scared the Hell outta me. Not the screaming, but the state I sensed you in. Don't ever get that terrified again, or I'll bite you."
"I'd like to see you try." Michael pulled the collar away from his shirt so his neck was bare. "Oh, look, this young warm powerful blood corsing uselessly through my veins."
"I could bite you, you know." Angel laughed. "Just because I have a soul doesn't mean I can't take a chunk outta you." He said, suddenly seriously.
Michael froze and then pulled a blanket over himself. "Night, Angel!" He said quickly.
"Night, Michael." Angel got off the couch and started walking to his bedroom.
Michael noticed the t-shirt Angel had brought into the room. He picked it up and looked at Angel. "What's the shirt for?"
"You're all sweaty and gross. I don't want you making my couch all smelly." Angel waved his hand in the air as he went into his room.
"I see how it is, just forget I'm in pain!" Michael yelled back to him, jokingly. He switched shirts and then got comfortable. He closed his eyes, and despite being terrified, he fell asleep.
Angel reached over from his bed and picked up the book Michael got him for Christmas. He grabbed a pen as well. He started writing.
December 25, 2003 - Worried.
That was all he wrote, before he put the book back on his nightstand. He turned off the light, and fell asleep.
Magui
12-25-2003, 09:23 PM
Seriously,I love this too much...you rock,MIchael rocks(I knew you were him in theory,you said it at the begining I guess,..I read it somewhere)...keep posting!...soon!
Angel ran into the living room, worried about his young friend
why?...why just a friend??!!
btw,is Michael hot in theory?
Yes. Lots of people have crushes on me, although I don't think I'm that hot. But, yes, we can make me even hotter... Think of him as hot as you want, LoL.
What do you mean JUST friends? LoL.
Magui
12-25-2003, 10:14 PM
Yes. Lots of people have crushes on me, although I don't think I'm that hot. But, yes, we can make me even hotter... Think of him as hot as you want, LoL.
hmmm,..interesting...okay,so you are hot as hell...let's give Angel an excuse...getting horny with guys(that's going to happen,right?)isn't something Angelish...let's put it this way,he can't resist you,you are TOO hot,...almost as much as he is :p///j/k,..do whatever you want with the characters...but,did I mention I want Angel being bisexual ;)?
[b]What do you mean [b]JUST friends? LoL.
I mean that,they are just friends(that or i missed something)..couldn't they be something else?...something like boyfriends...???
just keep posting,okay?...don't let me with the doubt about angel's sexualty ;)...
PS:don't think i only like the story cuz the main stars are males and i want a bi angel...i love the whole story...the key issue is pretty cool...post more!
Don't worry, I know what you mean. I think Angelus is bisexual though.
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 10:24 PM
This is just unbelieveable. I guess stuffing in as much unnesecary, unclever homosexual rape jokes and calling Harmony a dumbass whore as much as possible makes for a good story to you all?
And Micheal is a thousand light years beyond the annoying little punk I thought he was at first. I don't see how some of you can hate Kennedy with a passion but actually find this one charming. And the fact that he's based on you, Parker, is extremely frightening. Hope I never meet you. Honestly, I don't see how anyone can write a character this bad. It's just beyond comprehension.
Fat Elvis - I think I know what your saying. Believe it or not, I really do. I think I've portrayed my character of Michael to be a little annoying punk, like you said. And Harmony was just a person to add humor to the story. I guess it wasn't funny. There are lots of other fan fics on the boards that have the same thing as I do, so why haven't they got a bad review? I know that to you this story is unsalvagable. But, what would you like to see changed?
Anya_Harris
12-25-2003, 10:48 PM
Hey, yo! You, I love you're fic! It's like totally cool, and very cute! I enjoy this very much! Even though everyone else might want you to hook Michael and Angel together, I think you should go and hook up Michael and Fred, I could see some mutal attraction there...I love you!!!! (shhhh....)
Thanks, Jen. Fred isn't that much older than Michael is she? I think I'm going to hook her up with Wesley or Gunn... not sure though. So, you have to set your hopes on someone else lol.
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 10:51 PM
Well, this was the first fanfic I've read here. Thanks for letting me know that they are all this bad. That would have been a waste of time.
No, Harmony was not funny in this story. There is some great potential for her character beyond calling her a dumbass whore every time she is mentioned.
Micheal is more than an annoying punk. I don't even have words to describe how repulsive this character is.....It's just beyond any character I've ever read. Making a gay joke very time Angel so much as sneezes isn't funny, it isn't clever, and after the first or second time in one paragraph, it becomes unbearable.
That said, you have a good plot, but you somehow managed to ruin it. I read your Christmas fanfic. I know that you have more potential than this. The only way I can see this being salvaged is by rewriting the whole thing.
Not being sarcastic or anything, but what potential could Harmony have? If I rewrote it, would there be anything you'd like to see her do?
And all fan fics are not bad, there are a lot of talented people on this board. Don't let one bad experience ruin it for you.
Anya_Harris
12-25-2003, 11:10 PM
Ok....wait wait wait...Mike, this Michael dude...he's suppose to be like...you in story book, thingy form! Ok, woh, that was a bit confusing, yeah I guess that wouldn't work out with Fred huh..
Hook Fred up with Wesley!! Oh, they'd be cute....um...then Michael should hook up with Harmony...that would be totally interesting and quite funny...but that would be soo cute!! You know you want to!!! lol....ok, go hook yourself up with Angel then...
Why does everyone want me to hook up with Angel? Oh my god. I think I might just give into peer pressure and do it so you people can be happy, LoL.
Now I have to think about rewriting the fic. Anyone have any comments? Should I do a rewrite?
Magui
12-25-2003, 11:18 PM
wow,..and I thought I was mean...Fat Elvis 007 I think you are wrong,...if you don't like the fic doesn't mean it is bad,I like it,...maybe it is not your style,...anwyay,can you do something better?,I would like to see that....looking forward to read your super great fanfics!...
btw,Parker won the award cuz he is the best writer on the boards...if you think everything is that bad,take my advice: log out
Keep posting PS,...your fanfic rocks ;)!
Oh, thanks for reminding me about that, Maugi. I totally forgot that I won the best writer award on Buffy-Boards for the month of november. I guess I can't be that bad. LoL. I think it's ok though, people can have their own opinion of my work. I can take constructive criticism.
Magui
12-25-2003, 11:22 PM
btw,Michael isn't annoying,..not more than you(FE007) anyways...
ps:I think angelus is bisexual too
Ok, ok. Let's not get into a fight over it. LoL. Thanks for sticking up for me, Maugi, and thanks for the your comments, Fat Elvis. I don't want this turning into a fight thread and have us all getting reported or something.
Magui
12-25-2003, 11:29 PM
Yeah,me neither...but,come on,he was really mean,why doesn't he try to do something better?...I would like to see what ana8 would have told him...He can't tell you your fanfic sucks,he can say if there's something he doesn't like or soemthing he would like to see....he just CAN'T tell you your story is horrible!
That's the bad thing about message boards, you can say whatever you want as long as it's in the rules. I guess it's a right to be able to say though. So, maybe you two can go at it because it's expressing your opinons, lol.
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 11:38 PM
OK, maybe I was a tiny bit harsh. I don't think that my opinion is any better than anyone elses. I read Parker's Christmas fic, and it was very funny. But that story didn't resort to using rape jokes every other sentence, or having every one of the characters calling another lead character a mindless ho, even though she may be. I now know that you can do better than this. I did like the third installment, don't change that. And I'm not a prude or anything, I think little innuendos are funny. Just don't beat a joke into the ground until it becomes unbearable.
When I said Harmony had more potential, I meant humor-wise. Yes, she is ditzy and annoying, but she's also a very likeable character. I can't find a trace of likeability in her in your story.
Same for Micheal. And don't think I'm being sarcastic here, I really mean this as a question: How can you dislike Kennedy, and then find Micheal charming? He's Kennedy times fifty.
And I've actually never written a fanfic before, and I don't know if I'd do any better. But I do know a good character when I see(or read) one.
Again, this is all my opinion. Some of you may have a different one. I just want you to take this into consideration, like I will take your opinions into consideration. And thanks Parker for taking my criticism so well.
How did you know I don't like Kennedy? LoL. Well, I don't know. She bossed everyone around. She was no better than any of them. Who was she to call "Chloe" a magit? She was no better. She was just some stupid arragant rich girl... Which... kinda... sounds like.... Michael..............
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 11:44 PM
Thanks for answering my question. I read in one of your posts you called Kennedy too cocky(a trait that is prominent in Micheal).
Ok, so, would you like to see Michael less cockier. I was trying to make him sound really funny, would you like to see him as a serious character, that is if you still read this.
Magui
12-25-2003, 11:50 PM
Well,if everything is okay,keep posting Parker ;)...I wanna know what's gonna happen:: tu ::!
(3. Please be respectful of all members of the posting community.---->i.e.don't tell them tehir fics are horrible//7. Offensive, obscene and profane language should not be used.)
These rules are in place to help create a better community for you, so please enjoy your stay here.
I use profanity in my fics, so we wouldnt be able to get away with that one, lol.
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 11:55 PM
Well, I do think Michael should be cocky. But make him a little less.....I don't know. Just make him bearable. Tone it down a bit, add a little bit of subtlety to his humor. Lines like "I'm like Micheal Jackson, only I don't molest kids," aren't funny. I don't think anyone here can possibly think that's funny. Sublety is the key.
Ok. I see what you mean. I'll try to tone things down. And should I really rewrite the whole thing? (although I have pnemonia and I am stuck on my ass 24/7 and could probably do it in an hour)
Fat Elvis 007
12-25-2003, 11:58 PM
No, I wouldn't want you to rewrite the whole thing. Just edit a few parts, try to be more original and subtle in the humor.
Ok then.
Anyone else mind if Michael becomes a little less cocky?
Magui
12-26-2003, 12:00 AM
Originally posted by Parker Summers
Ok, so, would you like to see Michael less cockier. I was trying to make him sound really funny, would you like to see him as a serious character, that is if you still read this.
Parker,are you gonna change the character because of him?...hey!,he doesn't like the story,...
I love everything the way it is(characters included)....ana8 loves it too----though,if you wanna change soemthing do it,it is your sotry after all,...I just want you to know everything is perfect the way it is...//if you make some changes the story is gonna be cool anyway... you're a great writer ;)!
Thanks. LoL. I just want to make the story enjoyable for everyone. If Michael becomes more subtle, and everyone is still happy and reads it, then it's fine. I don't mind. Or I can make two versions and send you the "dirty" one lol.
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 12:07 AM
Magui, everybody, I don't want you to think I'm trying to change his story. I'm just giving some constructive criticism. Parker, If you like it this way, you shouldn't change it. A story is as much for the writer as it is for the audience. But if you think there are things you can improve upon, and you agree with my tips, then change it, but not just because of me. Only do it if you think it needs to be done.
Hey, the reason I write is because I want too, and that it's good experience for me. Although people hate my writing, I want to direct something when I get older. If I can make one small change in the story, which doesnt affect the plot or the characters, and I can keep the readers happy, then it is no bother to me.
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 12:11 AM
Thanks for bearing with me on this. I also just want to see a good story, and I can tell you are a great writer. Congrats on the award.
Ok, so, well, now what do we do about these 'fighting' posts? Hey, if the story doesnt get readers, us all fighting will... lol...
Magui
12-26-2003, 12:49 AM
I'm sure of that ;)...fighting evil is good...but being the evil thing is better :p
Ok,I have an idea...just write something...I need my PS's fanfic's dosis!
I'm redoing everything. It's still pretty much the same. Don't worry, I'll still leave little "things" for you, Magui. LoL.
Double Post (next time use the edit button!):
There, I redid all the old parts. The story is actually pretty much the same. If you reread it, there are few Harmony insults, and not as many sexual inuendos. Now, I will work on the next chapter.
Magui
12-26-2003, 01:23 AM
Originally posted by Parker Summers
I'm redoing everything. It's still pretty much the same. Don't worry, I'll still leave little "things" for you, Magui. LoL.
awww,thank you *fighting emotion* ...you are the best :: tu ::
Now, I will work on the next chapter.
looking forward it ;)
Ok,...I guess I'll start rereadin'(weird word) this ;)
The morning was so quiet. Both men did not say a word. Last night was one for the record books. Record books of weird stuff. Angel had never sensed fear in someone like that before. When he was Angelus, and he had prey cornered in an alley, and he was about to do God knows what to them, they'd never been that scared before.
Could it have been a premonition from the Powers That Be? Had they given this boy a gift to help find out what Wolfram & Hart was about? If it was a gift, Angel wanted to return it. No 15-year-old should be a pawn. He knew that something was going to go down. And like every battle, he knew he wouldn't be able to protect everyone; people would be lost.
There was some light on this dark day. It was Friday. Angel would have the weekend off. Although he was grown up, an undead grown up, he looked forward to a weekend as much as everyone else did.
He walked out of his bedroom, wearing one of his black suits and looked at Michael. He was sitting on the couch watching television. Usually Michael had the volume up so loud that things would vibrate and people would complain, he'd even laugh and scream at the television. Today was different. He just sat there, arms crosses over his chest, emotionless. Fearful.
"I have to go to the office." Angel said, finally walking in. "Are you going to be ok here by yourself?"
"Yes."
"No sarcastic comment? No joke? What's wrong with him?" Angel thought. Maybe he could brighten up the mood, maybe. "Did I do something wrong?" Angel asked, jokingly.
"No."
One word answer again. Everyone hates those. It means two things: A) they aren't paying attention to you, or B) something is wrong. Angel sighed. Could he really get anywhere with a 15-year-old? He knew that teenagers had a problem with sharing their feelings, and that they almost never told what was really wrong with them.
"I'll send Spike over later. Just to check up on you." Angel grabbed his wallet and keys and put them in his pocket.
"I don't need a babysitter."
"Yeah, well, with these demons running around out there, I don't want you alone." Angel said. "I know you think you are some big tough punk, but against a demon you are just a kid."
"That's for having faith in me."
"You know I'm right." Angel picked up a file and put it under his arm. "I'm going to go. Take care of yourself. Call the office if you need anything. Harmony will pick up. She'll try to talk your ear off, just pretend you have business with me."
"Ok."
"Bye." Angel opened the door to his apartment and walked out. He closed the door behind him and locked the door. He slowly walked down to the parking lot and got in his car. He sat there, motionless, for a few seconds before he started the car. Pulling out of the parking lot, he started driving to Wolfram & Hart.
Ana8 is here....No one will make not so nice comments bout you anymore...I love your fanfic,you're the best writer and keep posting!!!!
Thank you, ana, LoL. I'm continueing it now, the next part will be a long one.
So speed up the process a bit;) I really want to read next part...
Here's a little bit.
Harmony walked into Wesley's office, knocking on the door as she entered. She walked up to his desk and smiled. "Angel wants to know if you've found out any information about the demons that attacked him."
"Oh, yes, Harmony. Thanks for reminding me." Wesley grabbed some papers and a book. "You are welcome to listen in on the conversation. If it turns serious, I think everyone should know about it. Come on." Wesley walked out of his office and went inside Angels'.
"Wesley." Angel stood up. "Any information on the demon yet?"
"Yes, I found plenty." Wesley said. "You said you've battled these demons before, right? So, this information won't be any news to you."
"Is this going to be a long speech thing?" Harmony asked.
"Not entirely. Just a quick briefing. If Angel has battled these demons before, it should be easy for him to kill them again." Wesley opened the book and started reading. "The demons you fought are Mohra demons. They are powerful soldiers of darkness. They kill warriers of goodness." He shook his head. "They need a lot of salt to live, bla bla bla." He stopped. "Ah, here we go. Their blood has regnerative properties. If you hurt one, it will come back bigger and stronger. To kill the demon, someone must bring darkness to 1000 eyes."
"I remember now." Angel turned around. He had a series of weapons hanging on his wall. It has everything: knives, swords, crossbows, etc. "I just killed them by beating them to a bloody pulp, but I think the book way is easier."
"Any explanation on why there is so many of them?" Fred asked. She had been listening in the doorway. She didn't want to walk in and interupt them, she was respectful that way.
"One doesn't have to be smart to know that they gather around power." Harmony said. "I even know that one."
"So, they are gathering around something very powerful. That doesn't explain why they were after Michael. I mean, obviously they'd go after you, because you are one of the worlds finest fighters, but after a 15-year-old boy. Doesn't make sense."
"Well, Fred, he is a key. Monks made him to store all the secrets of Wolfram & Hart. I think the demons want to kill him to keep a secret safe. If he remembers something, it could blow Wolfram & Hart into pieces." Angel said, reaching for a crossbow on his wall. "I'm not going to let that happen."
"Should we have some sort of protection around him at all times?" Wesley asked.
"Yeah, Eve can probably apoint body guards to him. All the other times, out of office, I'll be with him. I can keep him safe." Angel wondered whether or not he should tell them about Michaels' dream last night. He desided he would, if the problem was going to be solved, everything had to be in the open. "Last night Michael had a dream. He thinks it was a premonition of some sort, as I'm beginning to believe myself. He said that we all went down into some cavern and fought thousands of these Mohra demons."
"That kinda sounds like......." Angel looked up, sensing Spike in the room. Spike nodded to Angel. "........a hellmouth."
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 12:02 PM
Now that I'm not drowning in a sea of blatant attacking jokes, I can appreciate your writing skills. I'm glad that you managed to balance the likeable and unlikeable traits of Micheal and Harmony. Yes, these people are supposed to be annoying brats, but all characters have to have something relatable about them. Think back to Cordelia on the first three seasons of Buffy. The story keeps getting more interesting. Keep it up.
One thing though that I just noticed: Fred and the rest of the Fang Gang aren't supposed to remember Connor. It's just a little continuity thing though, so don't change that, it's a great scene.
Now I'm stuck on how to do the next part. Why does writers block have to be so... block-ful...
Oh yeah... forgot about that part... was very confusing to me. I was rushing to finish a project. I remember Connor holding up people at a mall, Angel wooping his ass, then Angel watching him with another family. So, I've been confused on the whole thing.
"What is a Hellmouth?" Fred looked at both Spike and Angel, confused. "What's a Hellmouth?"
"Wasn't my high school build over a Hellmouth?" Harmony asked, surprisingly. How did Harmony know that? During Graduation, Buffy never stood there and told them the whole vampire slayer, hellmouth, vampires story. She must have picked it up while living as a vampire in Sunnydale.
"Yes. The Sunnydale Hellmouth is the most famous one. There is another one in Cleveland." Wesley said, raising an eye brow. "And now it seems that there is another one somewhere else."
Spike coughed, and put his hand in the air. "Hey! Hello. I'm still here, remember. Remember me? I destroyed the Hellmouth. It is not famous, it was famous."
"Wouldn't someone notice a big mouth in the ground?" Fred asked. She was never informed on Hellmouth. She thought it was actually a mouth of hell, she didn't understand the metaphor.
"It's not actually a mouth of hell." Angel explained. "It's a portal where demons come together. It was thought to be an opening in the library, where a Hellmouth spawn would come out, but recently we found out that there is a seal. You walk down into a seal and there it is... thousands of evil warriors."
"Thousands? I don't get it. How could Spike have destroyed thousands of demons?" Fred asked. She was just asking what everyone wanted to know. They knew Spike destroyed the Hellmouth, but HOW did he do it?
"I gave him a pendant." Angel explained. "It was supposed to have a cleansing power, but--"
"But it didn't. It made a big mess." Spike interupted. "Flashy lights happened, sunlight reflected off my body and killed all the demons, my eyes melted and I turned to ash."
Angel shook his head slightly. He made it sound like Angel was a coward. He didn't know that that would have happened. If he did, he would have done it himself. If he died, insted of Spike, it still would have been one more person he saved. He raised his head a little bit and saw Michael walking down the hallway outside. When did he get here?
Angel stood up from his desk and hurried out of the room. He ran up and pulled on Michaels' shoulder, turning him around. "When and how did you get here? I thought you were at the apartment?"
"I drove." Michael said, shrugging his shoulder away from Angel.
Angel blinked. "You drove?"
"Yes."
"You know how to drive?" Angel asked. "Where did you get the car?"
"I told you, I know lots of things, and drivng seems to be one of them." Michael said. "And I took one of your cars. You have more than one."
"But you're 15-years-old. You don't have a permit. What if you got caught and got arrested? No ID, no address, no family, no nothing. How would we get you out of jail?" Angel didn't mean to be the mean 'parent' type person, but he felt that Michael doing something that stupid was a huge risk.
"I drive carefully." He sighed. "It's not like I was running stop signs."
"Yeah, but you forget. People make mistakes. Even if you don't, someone else might. What if you got into a car accident because of a drunk driver? The cops would have to talk to you. How would you explain yourself?"
"Ok! Fine! You're right!" Michael yelled.
"Hey!" Angel yelled back. "What's wrong with you lately?! You have been so mean and disrespectful since you had that nightmare."
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE, ANGEL!" Michael yelled back, turning red. "IT WAS REAL!"
Fred, Wesley, and Harmony stood in the doorway of Angels' office, not saying anything. Other Wolfram & Hart employees gathered in the hallways as well, watching them.
"No! It was not real!" Angel screamed. "You were just dreaming! You said that we were all killed by the Mohra demons. We aren't. We are all standing right here."
"Ok! Then maybe it hasn't happened yet, but it will!" Michael sighed loudly. "Didn't your friend Cordelia have visions? How come you believed her all the time, and not me?!" He narrowed his eyes, looking away from Angel. He looked at the wall. There was something there. Slowly, he could see an outline of the a door. There was a door. There was a big goat head on the door. Where did that door come from? "Angel, when did that door get there?" He pointed to it.
Angel looked at the wall angrily, but there was nothing there. "Michael, now you are seeing things, you need help."
"I'm not crazy! Angel there is a door right there! LOOK!" He walked up to the door and started hitting it. "It's right here."
Angel looked at the wall again. He saw nothing. He turned back to his friends, and they gave him the "we see nothing" expression. It was only him. Had his friend gone insane? He wanted to believe him, he really did, but he was seeing them dead, seeing himself in blood, seeing doors that aren't there. "Michael, I'm going to get you some help."
"Angel, I don't need help." Michael said calmly. "Please, just do me a favor and hit that wall or something. Even if you use it as an excuse to prove that I am crazy, just do it!"
Suddenly a Wolfram & Hart security guard grabbed Michaels' hands. He started pulling him towards the elevator. "You are causing a huge commotion, we can not work, and you are scaring some of our clients. I am going to put you in a confined room until you are done with your little rant."
"What?! No!" Michael screamed, trying to get away from the guard. "Angel! Get this guy off me!"
"Sorry, Michael, but for now, I have to do what's best for everyone. I'll come down to see you soon." Angel said grimly. He couldn't believe he just gave someone permission to lock his friend up for a while.
Michael was near tears again as he was dragged into the elevator. He sighed, struggling with the guard again, although he knew it was useless. He heard Angel say "someone get an ax, chop up this wall, let's see if there is really anything there". Michael sighed, atleast Angel listened...somewhat. He looked at the door, the one he only could see, and suddenly felt dissy.
Thousands. There were thousands of them. He'd seen about 3 demons together in his short time. Three. Not thousands. They were all down in a cavern. A spiral stair case was their only way out of the Hell. The demons gathered below were the same ones that attacked Angel years ago, and the demons that attacked Angel and Michael in the parking lot. Why was there so many of them? Why were they there? There? It seemed so familiar. The energies shifting and the scents hovering over the pit were so familiar to him.
It occured to him. The energies and scents were all from one place, some place that was newly familiar to him. A smell or sound can slip out from underneath a door, and cause other rooms to smell or sound like it. Given enough time, it could fill up a huge space. A cavern. A hellmouth.
"ANGEL!" Michael screamed. "DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR! YOU'LL ALL DIE IF YOU OPEN THE DOOR! THE HELLMOUTH IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR!!!!!!" His voice was not heard, as the elevator doors closed, he looked on, in fear.
It's getting more and more interesting..Hope to read more soon....
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 01:41 PM
Nice. But I think Fred would know a little bit more about the Hellmouth by now. She mentioned Spike destroying it in "Just Rewards," and I'm sure with all the research she did to try to make Spike corporeal again, she must have studied the place where Spike sacrificed himself.
You're probably right. But, things are usually explained over and over and over again in books, so I just thought that could be my way of explaining everything. do you have every episode of Buffy and Angel memorized? you pick up on everything lol.
I don't think that you have to be so precise with everything..As long as it runs smooth
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 01:51 PM
LOL, no, I just started watching Buffy over the summer, but I've seen almost that entire show in like a few months. Aah, the miracle of syndication. I've only seen a few Angel episodes that occured before Season 5, but I've seen the entire current season so far. These little things don't really matter, and they do help move the story along. I've seen way worse errors within the show itself, so it's easy to forgive.
I think everything is going well now. But if I start saying Fred is the vampire Slayer, then you can get worried lol.
Will you post more tonight Parker???
Sure I will, after I freak out, call a lot of people, and think of a plan to save me from my psychotic x-girlfriend.
Ok,so like in 10 min?? lol
I was about to go take a shower actually, so, if somehow I can get the computer in there and not get electricuted...
Michael sat in the uncomfortable chair left his holding cell. The guard had left him there for about ten minutes, but he already was getting a little crazy. He knew he had to get to Angel and tell him not to open the door. Although the doorway could not be seen by others, Michael remembered he was special. He was made by powerful munks. Maybe that was why he could see the door and no one else could.
He felt panic rising in his stomach. He was afraid for what would happen if Angel opened the door, but also because of where his holding cell was. It was in the bottom floor of Wolfram & Hart. It was were they kept all the evil beings who needed to be contained. He wasn't evil. Why was he here?
"I have to do something." Michael said to himself, pacing in his room. "There has to be someway for me to get out of here, and I have to get to Angel." He was about to start banging on the door, when he felt dissy again. He braced himself on the chair and fell into it. As if he was dead, his soul floated out of his body and up towards the ceiling. Slowly it disappeared from sight, leaving Michael lifeless in the chair.
* * * * *
-San Fransisco, California-
"Xander, what are we going to do with you?" Buffy asked, putting bandages over Xanders' injured hand. "You always take charge and it's beginning to hurt you. You should try resting until your injuries are hurt."
"Well, if no one wants to build the new hospital and the people that do slack off, then who else is going to do it?" Xander asked. "I have to much riding on this new building."
"You don't need to wear the pants in this house." Willow said. "I mean, I'm working, Buffy's working. We will still have plenty of money if you take a break from work."
"I just want to get this job done. It's a hospital, and hospitals are important." Xander said half jokingly. "Plus, where would Buffy go when she gets injures again? Willows' quick fix meditation thing doesn't work on you."
"I'm a Slayer, I heal quickly." Buffy said, putting some of the bandages back into a box. She stood up and carried them into the kitchen.
"It doesn't sound cool anymore. THE Slayer sounded real cool." Willow remembered the past 7 years she spent battling side-by-side with her best friend.
"I know. Maybe there will be some vampires that lived under a rock and don't know about it." Xander laughed.
Suddenly, a figure appeared next to the ceiling. Buffy, Xander, and Willow saw it and they slowly backed up. The figure took form. It was Michaels' soul. It landed on the ground and he dusted himself off and looked at them. He recognised Buffy.
"Buffy?"
"Who are you?" Buffy asked. She looked up at the ceiling. "How did you get into my house?"
"That's a good question..." Michael looked down at himself. "People seem to be all these questions that I can't answer. It's kinda annoying."
"I'll ask you again." Buffy said demandingly. "Who are you?"
"I'm Michael." He reached out and tried to shake her hand, but his hand went through her. "Don't worry! I'm not evil."
"Remember The First could do things like." Willow said, questioning if Michael was a good guy.
"Yeah, but he did the whole flashy appearance thing." Xander said. "This guy just did a cheap magician trick."
"I'm not evil!" Michael said again. "Look, I'm here to warn you. You talk to Angel, yeah?"
"I haven't talked to Angel before the battle in the Hellmouth."
"Well, there is a Hellmouth in Wolfram & Hart. Angel has been working there for a while now. He is about to unknowingly open the door into Hellmouth. I tried to warn him, but I couldn't. You need to get down there quickly. There isn't much time." Michael felt a pull on his body, a strong pull, as if he was leaving again. "That's my cue. I gotta go. HURRY! And... don't forget about me, I'm locked in a holding cell on the bottom floor." With those words, Michael disappeared slowly as he did before.
* * * * *
Angel stood near the wall where Michael reported a door. Behind him stood Harmony and Fred, who were armed with guns, Wesley and Gun who had swords and an ax swung over their shoulder. Lorne was there with a microphone, maybe the high pitched yell he did would burst blood vessels in their heads or something. 20 armed Wolfram & Hart agents stood behind them, all of them equipped with hand guns and sniper rifels.
Angel took an ax from Wesley and rose it in the air. He brought it down into the wall, and a hollow sound could be heard. Each swing it got bigger and bigger. Soon a small hole was in the wall, and Angel used his vampire strength to tare away the remaining parts on the wall. There it was. A large stone doorway with a goat head on it. It was obviously something evil. The opening to the Hellmouth. Angel reached a steady hand out and touched the symbol. Working differently from the one at Sunnydale, this seal would open by the touch of a dead, souled, vampire.
The blades that made up the goat head began to move and turn in place. A star appeared in the middle and it slowly spread out to the side, leaving room for people to walk through. Angel went first, followed by his friends, then the WA agents.
Down they walked. A dark spiral stair case lead them out to a large cliff. It smelled of death. The only light was of the fires that were burning in random places. There were sharp rocks and deep holes everywhere. The warriers watched their steps as they walked.
That's when they saw them. As the group neared the end of the cliff, they looked down. Below them, thousands of Mohra demons were scrambling about. As did The Final Battle of Sunnydale, one demon looked up, followed by another, and all at once they started charging up hill towards Angel and his army.
Wesley turned and looked up at Angel, who was on a higher elevation. They were sooooo outnumbered. There was about 30 of them, and a thousand of the demons. Spike appeared late, but this time, he had no amulet. They were surely doomed.
"We have to get out of here." Fred said, terrified.
"It's to late. They are already coming, the seal is already opened." Angel had made a monumentous mistake. So many people would die because of him now.
"Haven't you learned, Angel? It's not over until *I* say it is." Buffy called walking down into the Hellmouth, followed by Faith, Willow, Xander, and 20 other Slayers. "I got all call from your friend, Michael. Said you needed my help."
"How did you get here so fast?" Angel asked in disbelieve.
"When Willow made every into Slayers, she tapped into some extremely powerful magic. If you think she was powerful when she tried to end the world, you should see her now." Buffy explained. "All she did was teleport from place to place, and then here we are."
"I really like the reunion thing." Gunn said. "But if we are about to fight a big demon army, could we maybe make up later?"
"Oh, yeah, right." Buffy waved her left arm behind her back. Each girl started holding onto a large object and then held it up to Buffy. Buffy reached down and grabbed the weapon. She put it over her shoulder and pressed a few buttons, as she did before.
A Mohra demon looked up at them. He nudged one of the other demons and pointed up to them. "What does that thing do?"
Buffy pushed the little red button, and BOOM! Two huge rockets shot out of the launcher and went straight into the pit below. A huge explosion rocked the whole fighting area, and causes things to shake and fall over in the offices of Wolfram & Hart. A huge deal of damage was already done to the army of Mohra demons. "I make this thing look gooooood."
Although her blasts of the rocket launcher devistated the on coming army of demons, there were a few hundred of them left, and they were all rushing towards them.
"These guys are dust." Vi said, pulling out her good all hunting knife.
"Are you going to say that everytime we get into a big battle?" Magui asked, laughing slightly.
"I think it's getting kind of old." Ana said grimly. "You need a better line. That's been used in so many fight movies."
"Sorry that my punning isn't good enough for you." Vi looked back towards the oncoming army.
"I guess this will be a bonding experience for me." Jen said. "I wasn't with you in the Sunnydale Hellmouth. So, this is my first time."
"Good luck." Marissa patted her shoulder. "It's really fun. You'll be sorry it's all over when it is... over... that is."
All the newbie Slayers laughed. They all got in fighting positions, as did Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Gunn, Willow, Xander, Wesley, Fred, Harmony, and the WA soldiers.
Let the battle begin.
Parker I loved it, especially Ana...Continue and please don't kill her:)
DáNió
12-26-2003, 05:37 PM
Like the story, plz continue..
Thanks for the comments, guys. And luck you people, if you say nice things you get to be a Slayer lol.
Magui
12-26-2003, 08:11 PM
I love your story!!....can Magui have an affair with Angel?,.no,wait,forget it,..Angel has to be with Buffy...and MOrah Demons?,I'll say it just once:cut Angel's hand and do the mixing blood stuff!...no,wait,do whatever you want,..you are great!,,...your story rocks and I love it too much,you're the best writer ever Parker!,...keep it comming!
PS:Kill Ana,...no,...j/k ;),..she is great
Fat Elvis 007
12-26-2003, 08:16 PM
Somehow I can't imagine a Slayer named "Elvis."
We had a Slayer named Chao Anne and Caridad and Kennedy and Vi. Elvis wouldn't be that odd.
Magui
12-26-2003, 10:58 PM
Elvis: The Vampire Slayer,..hehe,funny...keep posting Parker!
my story
done reading yet, Magui?
Magui
12-27-2003, 12:12 AM
Originally posted by Parker Summers
my story
done reading yet, Magui?
one...big...'huh?'...
"May I please have my other weapon of choice?" Buffy asked, reaching her hand behind her. Magui pulled the scythe out of her backpack and handed it to Buffy. "Thank you."
The first wave of Mohra demons swept onto the cavern. They climbed up and started the battle with the Slayers.
(series of fighting scenes)
*Magui tossed her backpack into a Mohra demon, slowing down its advancement towards her. She jumped in the air and kicked the demon in the face. It fell down into the cavern below where the flames of the fires sparked by the rocket launcher awaited him.
*Ana plowed into two demons, knocking them off balanace. She punched one in the face, and while in its dazed state, she tossed him into the other demon.
*Jen bitch slapped a Mohra in the face. It turned back to her, and she stuck her foot out, knocking him down on the ground. She took out a stake and cracked it across the red jewel. It broke and the demon disappeared in a bright red mist.
*Elvis punched a demon in the face, and kicked another in the stomach. She spin kicked another in the stomach and upercut one in the forehead, thus breaking the jewel and killing it.
*DaNio sweeped a Mohra and it cracked it's jewel open on the ground. She got back to her feet and kicked another one into the fire pits below.
*Marissa back flipped and kicked the demon in the stomach. She took out a knife and stabbed the another demon in the jewel, and it died like the rest.
*Vi cut into a Mohra, cutting it in two. She blocked an attack and stabbed another demon in the jewel.
-Wolfram & Hart, Bottom Floor, Holding Cell 39-
Michael sighed, looking at the door expectantly. He had called for help a while ago, and no one had even showed up to give him food or anything. Was he left here for dead? Did the demons get out and now evil has swept over the world? "I wonder if anything interesting is happening up there..."
-Wolfram & Hart Hellmouth-
*Angel delivered a powerful blow to a demons stomach, knocking it back several feet. He jumped on top of another and beat him until he was down on the ground. He grabbed him and threw him into another demon.
*Buffy punched a demon in the jewel, killing it. She kicked another in the face, dodged an attack, and cut a Mohra demon in half with the scythe.
*Faith wailed on a demon. It was not beaten to a bloody pulp, but she didn't care.
*Fred shot a Mohra in the jewel, killing it.
*Willow telekinetically moved a bunch of demons across the area. She walked proudly and used her ability again to move them into the firey pits below.
*WA Soldiers fire round after round into the oncoming Mohra demons. They are the soul reason the others haven't been destroyed yet.
*Marissa ducked a sword blade slashed at her by a large Mohra. It slashed at her feet again, but she jumped up. When she landed she kicked the demon in the stomach, but he recovered and quickly decapitated her.
*A mohra demon snaps the neck of a WA Soldier.
*A newbie Slayer fights off a group of Mohra demons, but she is outnumbered. They slaughter her, blood everywhere.
*Another WA Soldier is hacked to death by the demons.
He watched. Pissed off. Again the forces of good had taken a tremendous step towards making evil a lesser force. Another Hellmouth had been destroyed. Was it just him? Was he not doing things right? Who knows. "I need a body, a vessel to show myself to these... people. However, known of them are strong enough to be my body for such a short amount of time. Sure they are Slayers, but I am beyond Slayers. There is one... One I sense who can harness my power." He turned on his heels and started walking. He walked towards the wall, almost walking into it, but disappeared as he came close.
-Wolfram & Hart, Bottom Floor, Holding Cell 39-
"Hello? Is anyone out there?" Michael banged on the door that kept him from the outside world. "I'm really hungry!"
"Stupid child..." He walked up to him. He grabbed him and forced him up against the wall. He looked at his shocked face, but only smiled back. "Don't worry, you'll make it through this alive... maybe..." He stepped inside of Michael, literally. Slowly Michaels' eyes grew black, as Evil Willow did, and he disappeared in a haze of heat and a bolt of lightning.
-Wolfram & Hart Hellmouth-
Angel broke the jewel of the last Mohra demon. It was over. It was one hell of a battle. He looked around. Luckly they hadn't lost that many people, or atleast no one that mattered to each other. Sure 7 WA Soldiers and 3 Slayers were dead, but the good outweighed the bad. They could morn their friends later.
Buffy slowly walked up to Angel, giving the Scythe back to Magui she stood cross-armed next to Angel. "So, whenever we see each other we have to destroy a Hellmout now?" Buffy said, trying to look away from his lips. She wanted to kiss him so bad.
"Well, atlesat it beats you killing me." He said. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Buffy dusted some dirt, blood, dust, ash, and whatever matter off of herself. "Just a little dirty."
"That's good." Angel said, looking back at her lustfully as well. "I think we should--"
"Go?" Buffy interupted, knowing his thoughts. "No, for once I think we deserve to stay, the Powers owe us that much." Buffy stepped forward and slowly she kissed Angel. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely as he kissed her back with the passion he'd been waiting to give for so many years.
Perfect timing. Michael/The First appeared in the middle of the the army. He wasn't worried, they wouldn't hurt Michael. Everyone stepped back a bit, and Buffy and Angel uncoupled. "Well, if it isn't the Slayer gang. How ya'll doing today?"
"Michael?" Angel asked, looking back at the body of his friend, although he knew the soul wasn't his.
"Wrong again, Angel." Michael/The First laughed. "Do you always fall for my crap? Seriously. First I tell you you want to kill Buffy and then burn yourself to death, then I come here looking like your friend and you are dumb as always." He saw that Buffy was about to make a move, but he put his hand up, silencing her. "You think this is big news? You've all destroyed another Hellmouth. Wow. I'm impressed. Never thought I'd see the day where good takes innitiative. That's not what I'm here for. I want to let you know you are wasting your time. Evil will ALWAYS be here. Doesn't matter how many Hellmouths you kill. *I* will always be here. As long as there are humans, *I* will be here. It's almost like you've accomplished nothing." He turned to Angel and looked dead into his eyes. "You think that you have solved all the problems at Wolfram & Hart? Oh, wrong thinking again. The problems here are beyong your comprehension. Hell, they are so bad, I don't even get involved. You are wasting your time here Angel." He looked at the Slayers. "All of you are wasting your time. And that is all you really have... time... The First left Michaels' body. His body fell to the ground, unconscious.
Angel ran over to Michael and put his head on his lap. "Was that The First?" Angel asked. "You fought him. Was it him?"
"Yeah. I don't know how he can possess people though, or atleast good people." Buffy said.
"Maybe it's because of the evil energies." Willow looked around, passing her hand over the cave walls. "This place is teaming with evil energies. A demon made from pure evil would obviously be stronger in a place like this."
"We should probably get him somewhere to rest." Buffy kneeled next to Michael and Angel and checked his heart beat. "He seems to be passed out, I think he will be fine. Nothing like getting knocked out to brighten up your day. I've gotten used to it." She stood up and stretched.
"Once things are settled we will talk, Buffy." Angel said, picking up his friends sleeping body. "I just have a few things to work out. It will only take a few minutes. So, once I finish that, and get this kid some place to sleep, we will talk about everthing. I promise."
"I know, Angel." She said understandingly. "You don't have to explain anything to me." She waved her hands in the air and looked back at the other Slayers. "Let's move out."
Magui
12-27-2003, 12:42 AM
YAY!,bangel kiss!!,..I really LOVE this story,..POST MORE!
Fat Elvis 007
12-27-2003, 12:50 AM
Awesome. I was hoping you'd bring the First back into this. But is there any chance you could make me into the infamous male slayer?
Hm. I don't know. Elvis is a girl though... She is fat too though, and she represents her area code 007. So she is kinda infamous on her own. I don't want to make her a guy.
Powerful wicka
12-27-2003, 01:07 AM
yup she is prettry ha
Good...Really good.Loved the kiss.Post more soon...
DáNió
12-27-2003, 06:22 AM
stil loving the story..spec the buffy kiss ooo and my name as a slayer very kool.
Magui
12-27-2003, 12:05 PM
Post Parker!(you aren't a slave ;))
I'm having my breakfast right now, at 1:15. If you would like to leave a message... feel free to leave one after the beep... and if by chance I make a sequel to this fic, please leave what you would like to see in it.
*beep*
Magui
12-27-2003, 01:49 PM
Originally posted by Parker Summers
I'm having my breakfast right now, at 1:15. If you would like to leave a message... feel free to leave one after the beep... and if by chance I make a sequel to this fic, please leave what you would like to see in it.
*beep*
I would like to see:
*angelus
*spangelus
*migelus
*bangel(us)
*a lot of deaths
*andrew
*whatever you want,your stories are always great!
PS:isnt too late?,ya know,the breakfast...at 1.15?!
Well, I finished breakfast a while ago... lol... 2 hours ago...
I'm trying to upload this banner, but i cant find the website and I'm going to go insane!
I just want An8gel(us)...
Yay! I got my banner to work.
It's really good...Angel...
Magui
12-27-2003, 02:25 PM
I like your banner...you should add you soemwhere---ya know,michael..
I would add him in, but I'm not the worlds best banner maker. The one I have in my signature is as good as I can do lol.
Michael slowly began to regain consciousness. He knew he was in Angels' apartment, by the smell, and that he was in Angels' bed, by the feel of it. He could sense someone in the room with him. They were laying right next to him. He thought it would be Fred, Harmony, or Eve watching over him. He was wrong.
"I got knocked out again, huh? It's beginning to become a habit or something." Michael tried to stretch his arms and legs, but he couldn't. There was something around them. He opened his eyes and looked at his legs and wrists and saw that he was chained down to the bed. He turned his head to the left and looked into two eyes that could scare anyone senseless.
"I never thought you would wake up." Angelus laughed. He moved on his side and propped his head up on his hand. "You know that the side of good is so unbelievably stupid?" He stood up and walked over to the side of the room and picked a sharp knife off of a shelf. "I guess none of you pay attention."
"What?" Michael could only babble, he was to afraid. "How did you lose your soul?"
"I didn't lose my soul." Angelus was suddenly next to Michael. He slapped him hard on the face, and instead of taking his hand away, he cupped Michaels' chin. "Now, pay attention because I am going to have a test afterwards, and if you fail, then you... well you die..." Angelus ran the edge of the blade up and down Michaels' chest. "Ok. I know that your brain cells must be soaring right about now, but try to keep up. The Hellmouth is teaming with powerful evil energy. Any demon that goes in one is automatically so much stronger. The First got a power boost so much that he could possess good people against their will. Now, speaking like Angel, I'd say something like: Angelus is the demon deep down inside of me. So, think about, and here is your only test question." Angelus poked him with the blade to remind him that he would actually hurt him. "How did I become Angelus?"
"When... When you were in the Hellmouth... The energies made you stronger.... and you were able to over power Angel." Michael said nervously. "Please don't kill me."
"Oh, don't worry." Angelus kissed the top of Michaels' forehead, to which Michael tried to pull his head back. "I'm not going to JUST kill you. I'm going to experiment first."
"Experiment?"
"Ooooh yeah." Angelus held the knife to the bottom of Michaels' shirt. He quickly cut the shirt in half with the knife and pulled it away. "See, you aren't a real human. Your blood is different. I'm going to use you as a guine pig, and if you are better than normal blood, then maybe I'll make you a vampire... that way I can have your blood whenever I want."
"You basterd." Michael looked around the room. Where was Spike? He was always around when he wasn't needed, and never around when he was.
Angelus could almost read his thoughts. "Spike isn't here, Michael. Even if he was, he couldn't stop me. I'd kill my Childe before he could make a move." Angelus slowly started cutting a shallow cut on the bottom left side of Michaels' stomach. "Remember how you made that Spike and Angel joke, about us getting together? I think you were right, I'll probably go pay him a visit... after I pay Faith a visit too. I just can't wait to get with her. Slayers blood is such a power booster. And sex with a Slayer is better than anything else... Buffy taught me that... Faith and Buffy... I should write that one down..." Angelus moaned, thinking of the possibilities.
"You sick basterd." Michael said, as blood poured out of his body, soaking the bed. He had to do something. Maybe if he got Angelus angry enough, he would just kill him. "Wait a minute. You are a basterd... aren't you?"
"What are you talking about, boy?" Angelus glared down at him.
"I read the book about you. It was in the Wolfram & Hart Library. It said that your real mother died (I'm just making that part up) and that your father hated you. So, if you only have one parent, and he doesn't even like you, that would make you parentless... a basterd..." Michael spat his face.
"...Now you got me angry." Angelus gripped the knife in his hand again and brought it down on the upper right hand side of Michaels' stomach. "I think I need something to drink. Oh, and thanks for being afraid and all, it makes your blood punk faster." Angelus jumped on top of Michael and dug his teeth down into Michaels' neck. He began sucking the blood from his neck as he moved his hands around Michaels' bloody stomach. He pulled his mouth away from his neck and looked down at him. "Now, I'm going to leave a message for your friends." Angelus looked at his bloody hands. He'd write the message in Michaels' blood on the wall, like he did to Buffy and so many other people. "What do you want it to say?"
"Chair...."
"Chair?" The next thing he knew, Angelus was cracked over the head with a hard wood chair. It broke over his head and Angelus tumbled down to the floor, unconscious now.
Eve hurried over to Michael and unchained his legs and wrists. She looked at his bleeding neck and the two wounds on his body. "I have to call 911." Eve ran out of the room and dialed 911. "Please let them get here in time."
Magui
12-27-2003, 03:44 PM
Oh,cool part,..POST MORE!!
12/27/03, Las Angeles Hospital, Emergency Room #15
Michael was lucky Eve had a key. She saved him. Saved him from me. The ambulance came and took Michael away, and all I could do was watch as Eve explained to me what happened. She read up on me during office hours, and she knew I wouldn't remember anything that Angelus did. I did. I hurt him. Nearly killed him.
Angel looked up from his journal. He was sitting quietly in the shadows. Fred and Harmony sat on both sides of Michaels' hospital bed, watching him. Michael was hooked up to a machine or two, and he had IV in his arm. Currently he was sleeping, although his face could spell pain. Angel gripped his pen tighter and started writing again.
There's been a central theme with keys lately. Dawn was a key. Michael is a key. Eve had a key. What is the definition of a key, really? Something that unlocks something. Something wanted. Something needed. I've seen many things in my time. I've been many things as well. A human. A vampire. A drunk. A warrier. A demon. A stalker. A fighter. A lover. A friend. A father. A worker. A brother. A hunter. A bringer. A thinker. A feeler. A killer.... A killer... I've been so many things, but killer seems to be the worst thing I've been. Everything else had some voice of logic and reason. A key to knowledge. A key to time. Time. There's that word again. Time. Time for the past. Time for the present. Time for the future. One beautiful idea spoiled by a worthless soul. A thoughtful gesture can be destroyed. Everything can. One person, one thought, one action can ruin something for someone. I've done it all the time. Time. Now is not the time.
Angel put his pen in his pocket and closed his journal. He stood up and walked out of the hospital room, dropping the adoption papers in the trash bin as he left.
The End
Fat Elvis 007
12-27-2003, 04:55 PM
Hmm...The End? Not very much closure. What exactly was Micheal?
That's what is left for the sequel, if I make one.
Oh! i forgot how to say how Angel got back. You could probably guess, but since Angelus wasnt around the poweful Hellmouth energies, Angel was able to fight back and take control.
Magui
12-27-2003, 07:39 PM
the end?,...sad now,..write more!
DáNió
12-28-2003, 06:27 AM
v..kool. hope u write a sequal!!
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