It was more from surprise than a desire for company that Angel opened the door. "Illyria?"
"I bring you a 'housewarming' gift," The former god-king said without preamble, "It is a philodendron, and thrives in low light, so it will not be inconvenient to your person." She thrust it at him. "May it's greensong be peaceful to you, and may it be pleasant in your sight," she said formally. She paused a moment, regarding him with a sober ice-blue gaze. "It knows you are a vampire."
Angel stopped in mid-motion as he reached for the plant. "Uh, is that going to be a problem? " He looked from Illyria to the plant. "Um, hi?" He said sort of in between the two of them. "Come in?" Did I just said hi to a plant? Great. "It's not going to expect me to
( ... )
Wesley didn't want to stop kissing Rupert long enough to unlock the door. Luckily, Rupert had his key and was in a much better position to manage the task anyway. They both stumbled inside, the door banging against the wall, both of them still tangled around one another.
Wesley shut the door with kick, his hands too busy pull Rupert's shirt from his trousers so that they could slip under and rub against warm skin. Wesley's head was spinning, but not from the beer. Rupert's scent was all around him, dizzying in its intensity and the heights of pure wantWes moved them down the hall, but the progress was stumbling at best with them all but rolling along the walls between pauses. Wesley couldn't tear his mouth away and Rupert was no better, licking at his neck or ear when they weren't kissing. Heat rolled between them in waves and Wesley moaned when Rupert's hands massaged his back
( ... )
Spike called a halt to his early morning training session. He glared at the two Watchers who'd stationed themselves at the door, but that didn't do a thing to make them leave
( ... )
Not bad, Angel thought to himself as he rinsed Sharash slime off his jacket, if a little gooey.
It had been a good fight. Illyria had led them behind a restaurant district where four Shahrash evidently were setting up shop to have their own supper club. They were tough to fight if you didn't know how - the demons were big, spiky and exuded a numbing slime, but if you could get a good stab with something wooden to their single eye - they'd burst into big squishy blobs. Sprinkle the blobs with salt, preventing them from regenerating into even more Sharash - one for each blob - and game over.
And it had felt good to fight again, to do something. Angel decided not to think to hard about that, or the next thing he knew, he'd be signing up for patrols like nearly everyone he knew had suggested
( ... )
Spike strode through the halls, still growling at the the idiot Watchers who were "observing" his every training session. Thick-headed gits.He finally tracked Illyria to her rooms, not far from his, on a floor of the wing reserved for Watchers. Funnily enough, no one else found the rooms on this floor to their liking, so a former god-king and a vampire had it to themselves. That was one bit of discrimination Spike didn't exactly mind, 'cause it meant none of the gits were underfoot. They weren't all bad. Just mostly
( ... )
"Listen, Wesley," Giles turned his hand to grasp his lover's. "This discussion is moot until we sound Angel out on what he wants. He could very well tell us to all bugger off, and that's his right." Giles kissed Wesley's tensing palm to soothe the sting of he words. "As inconvenient, and as distressing, to his friends as that might be. Illyria has wedged her - philodendron - in the door. Why don't you stop 'round later and see how he is? Perhaps he'll let you further than the courtyard this time
( ... )
Angel woke chained to his bed. Looking around as best he could, he realized he was in the apartment underneath the first office of Angel Investigations. An apartment that last he had seen in tiny little dynamited pieces
( ... )
"Yeah, everybody's noticed that one, chum. Look. I'm sorry it's got ya so down."
"You have no idea," Angel whispered.
A screech sounded overhead. Doyle yelled and ducked behind Angel. "That thing's feckin' huge!"
Angel watched as the dragon flew toward the mought of the alley. The hordes of demons charging beneath them. He watched himself run forward, sword swinging. He watched Gunn swing his axe.
"I don't want to watch Gunn die, Doyle."
"You're the one who brought us here, an I'm too bloody freaked....!"
A blink later, and they stood in his London apartment. "Well," Doyle said, shaking off his shudders, "It's like the old place, but without that Batcave vibe. Or really any vibe at all." He strolled over to the sketch pads stacked on the table.
"Don't."
"You think I don't know what's in here?" He flipped the pages, searching furiously.
"Doyle."
"You think I don't know what you're doing to yourself? Thick-headed creature of habit..did you think the Powers were just going to sit by and let you spend the rest
( ... )
Doyle sighed. "No, lad. It's the truth. Cross me heart. It's why you're here. You're a Champion. All but the boy and Miss Blue are yer team this time. The team you need to make it not happen."
"Make what not happen?" He shuffled the pictures again and looked at the faces of Spike, Giles, Wes and Sarah.
Doyle snorted. "You got yer hands full enough with your social schedule. Wouldn't want to overload you."
"Doyle."
"Stop isolatin' yerself and ya might find out. This skinny brown-haired fella - Wes - is going to drop by. Maybe you should get another chair. And some beer. Jeez, when you start all over, you really start over don't cha? Least you half-way remember how to have a conversation."
Angel stood and stared down at the pictures. "I-I hurt these people Doyle, and a lot of others. Just being around me.....not been so good for them."
"Do I haveta to a Jimmy Stewart thing to show you how much worse it could have been if you hadna been around?"
"I'm not Jimmy Stewart. I tortured Giles. I nearly killed Wesley.
( ... )
"She's a real treat, I'm sure you'll agree." Angel thought back to Wesley's description of Sarah's watcher and growled softly to himself. Pauline was a treat all right: if you liked atomic sourballs. She had a grasp of dulcet-toned sarcasm that would have impressed Darla. Hopefully she didn't have the flogger collection to back up those lacerating remarks.
Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. But he'd seen, briefly the sheen of tears in one of the slayer's eyes at a casually tossed off remark.
"And Jessica?" Miss Souther said as she ended her instructions for the evening, "I've just recalibrated that crossbow, so please try not to trip over your own feet tonight, will you?"
"Yes, Miss Souther." The poor girl had nodded briskly and kept a brave face. Angel hoped she'd use that hurt to fuel her fighting and not let it rattle her. As the girls fanned out, he saw Sarah brush by Jessica and whisper something that made the girl smile and stand taller.
That's my girl, He wished he could have heard what Sarah had said but
( ... )
And Miss Souther didn't much care whether she liked them or not, as long as they did their jobs. Whee. The three former "Murphy" girls took it on themselves to take care of each other. Their two new sister slayers - Souther's previous charges - Jessica and Alysha had kinda been doin' the same thing, since Souther was wicked stuck-up, so they all just kinda folded themselves together and made sure they had each other's backs
( ... )
Taking a shower while half-pissed was a challenge. However, if it meant not offending Wesley's sensitive senses, Giles was determined to meet it head on, though, hopefully, not literally
( ... )
Sighing, Giles pushed those thoughts away quickly, before he became maudlin and therefore not at all good company. Dressed, he left his bedroom and found Wesley just where he'd expected he would. Wes looked up at him, smiling.
"Uh, sorry about that. I found myself momentarily stunned."
Giles raised his eyebrows, grinning as he moved to sit next to Wesley, reaching for one of the biscuits set out on the table. "Stunned, you say?"
"Rupert? If I had walked out of the bathroom, still slightly wet, in nothing but a towel . . ."
Giles almost felt his eyes glaze over, cock once again twitching. He cleared his throat, only then remembering that he'd been chewing. Swallowing he turned a mock glare on Wesley. "That wasn't very nice," he said softly, smiling and completely ruining his mock glare. "I could have choked
( ... )
The vampires rose, sending clods of earth bubbling above them. The father James - in the center - cleared first, and Sarah got him with a crossbow shaft before he had time to straighten up. Aly and Amy closed,back to back, waiting for the other two to finish rising.
"Shoulda brought a sword," Amy said softly. "I don't care if it's not 'sporting'"
"We'll work on it for next time," Aly said. "Had a hard enough time getting her to let us have the crossbows."
"Tradition shmadition," Amy scoffed.
A faint shout of exertion and possibly pain came from the northwest - Jess' position. Seconds later, a scream came from the southeast - where Kelly and Souther were presumably fighting off a vamp.
Crap. Every instinct Angel had was telling him to jump into the fray. Wes hadn't said anything about not helping in an emergency.....
"Aly?" Sarah called, waiting for orders.
"Go help Jess! We've got it covered here!" Her de-facto leader cried, engaging the snarling youngest fledge.
Crap. He's got some martial arts training. Not
( ... )
Mrs. Edwina Alberforth, newly risen, seemed oblivious to the fighting and shouting going on all around her. She smiled tremulously at Amy, brushing off her dress. "Where? My goodness!" she twittered, dusting off her funereal garb. "Where are we? And how did I get to be such a mess
( ... )
Wesley jolted awake at the sound of the phone. A quick glance at the clock made him curse. Four twelve am. Someone ringing so late was never a good thing. Throwing back the blankets, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and went straight to Rupert's bedroom, knocking softly
( ... )
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"I bring you a 'housewarming' gift," The former god-king said without preamble, "It is a philodendron, and thrives in low light, so it will not be inconvenient to your person." She thrust it at him. "May it's greensong be peaceful to you, and may it be pleasant in your sight," she said formally. She paused a moment, regarding him with a sober ice-blue gaze. "It knows you are a vampire."
Angel stopped in mid-motion as he reached for the plant. "Uh, is that going to be a problem? " He looked from Illyria to the plant. "Um, hi?" He said sort of in between the two of them. "Come in?" Did I just said hi to a plant? Great. "It's not going to expect me to ( ... )
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Wesley shut the door with kick, his hands too busy pull Rupert's shirt from his trousers so that they could slip under and rub against warm skin. Wesley's head was spinning, but not from the beer. Rupert's scent was all around him, dizzying in its intensity and the heights of pure wantWes moved them down the hall, but the progress was stumbling at best with them all but rolling along the walls between pauses. Wesley couldn't tear his mouth away and Rupert was no better, licking at his neck or ear when they weren't kissing. Heat rolled between them in waves and Wesley moaned when Rupert's hands massaged his back ( ... )
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It had been a good fight. Illyria had led them behind a restaurant district where four Shahrash evidently were setting up shop to have their own supper club. They were tough to fight if you didn't know how - the demons were big, spiky and exuded a numbing slime, but if you could get a good stab with something wooden to their single eye - they'd burst into big squishy blobs. Sprinkle the blobs with salt, preventing them from regenerating into even more Sharash - one for each blob - and game over.
And it had felt good to fight again, to do something. Angel decided not to think to hard about that, or the next thing he knew, he'd be signing up for patrols like nearly everyone he knew had suggested ( ... )
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"You have no idea," Angel whispered.
A screech sounded overhead. Doyle yelled and ducked behind Angel. "That thing's feckin' huge!"
Angel watched as the dragon flew toward the mought of the alley. The hordes of demons charging beneath them. He watched himself run forward, sword swinging. He watched Gunn swing his axe.
"I don't want to watch Gunn die, Doyle."
"You're the one who brought us here, an I'm too bloody freaked....!"
A blink later, and they stood in his London apartment. "Well," Doyle said, shaking off his shudders, "It's like the old place, but without that Batcave vibe. Or really any vibe at all." He strolled over to the sketch pads stacked on the table.
"Don't."
"You think I don't know what's in here?" He flipped the pages, searching furiously.
"Doyle."
"You think I don't know what you're doing to yourself? Thick-headed creature of habit..did you think the Powers were just going to sit by and let you spend the rest ( ... )
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"Make what not happen?" He shuffled the pictures again and looked at the faces of Spike, Giles, Wes and Sarah.
Doyle snorted. "You got yer hands full enough with your social schedule. Wouldn't want to overload you."
"Doyle."
"Stop isolatin' yerself and ya might find out. This skinny brown-haired fella - Wes - is going to drop by. Maybe you should get another chair. And some beer. Jeez, when you start all over, you really start over don't cha? Least you half-way remember how to have a conversation."
Angel stood and stared down at the pictures. "I-I hurt these people Doyle, and a lot of others. Just being around me.....not been so good for them."
"Do I haveta to a Jimmy Stewart thing to show you how much worse it could have been if you hadna been around?"
"I'm not Jimmy Stewart. I tortured Giles. I nearly killed Wesley. ( ... )
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Okay, maybe that was a little harsh. But he'd seen, briefly the sheen of tears in one of the slayer's eyes at a casually tossed off remark.
"And Jessica?" Miss Souther said as she ended her instructions for the evening, "I've just recalibrated that crossbow, so please try not to trip over your own feet tonight, will you?"
"Yes, Miss Souther." The poor girl had nodded briskly and kept a brave face. Angel hoped she'd use that hurt to fuel her fighting and not let it rattle her. As the girls fanned out, he saw Sarah brush by Jessica and whisper something that made the girl smile and stand taller.
That's my girl, He wished he could have heard what Sarah had said but ( ... )
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"Uh, sorry about that. I found myself momentarily stunned."
Giles raised his eyebrows, grinning as he moved to sit next to Wesley, reaching for one of the biscuits set out on the table. "Stunned, you say?"
"Rupert? If I had walked out of the bathroom, still slightly wet, in nothing but a towel . . ."
Giles almost felt his eyes glaze over, cock once again twitching. He cleared his throat, only then remembering that he'd been chewing. Swallowing he turned a mock glare on Wesley. "That wasn't very nice," he said softly, smiling and completely ruining his mock glare. "I could have choked ( ... )
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"Shoulda brought a sword," Amy said softly. "I don't care if it's not 'sporting'"
"We'll work on it for next time," Aly said. "Had a hard enough time getting her to let us have the crossbows."
"Tradition shmadition," Amy scoffed.
A faint shout of exertion and possibly pain came from the northwest - Jess' position. Seconds later, a scream came from the southeast - where Kelly and Souther were presumably fighting off a vamp.
Crap. Every instinct Angel had was telling him to jump into the fray. Wes hadn't said anything about not helping in an emergency.....
"Aly?" Sarah called, waiting for orders.
"Go help Jess! We've got it covered here!" Her de-facto leader cried, engaging the snarling youngest fledge.
Crap. He's got some martial arts training. Not ( ... )
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"Angel? Where did you come from?"
"Uh, well, um...."
Miss Souther stirred and gazed upward. "Kelly?"
"Miss Souther, I'm so sorry ( ... )
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