Coming Back to you:
Disclaimer: The characters featured are not mine, with the exeptions of Sean and Leigh, the rest belong to the evil Joss Whedon. the story is mine though.Also the spell is a loose adapdation of the one featured in The Craft. Please don't sue, my parents would kill me!
Content: PG: 13
Distribution: Sure, as long as I’m contacted about it first. Yes, you can use Sean in your fanfic, all you have to do is ask!
Authors Note: In the event some of you may know who this person is, Sean's physical description is based on a cute soccer player named Michael Owen, who is famous here in England.
Part One: Is this trip really necessary?
Angel sat alone in his apartment. He was thinking and, as usual, it was about Buffy. Angel smiled bitterly, nothing was going to bring her back to him, but she could have at least chosen someone better suited to her than that goon Riley Finn. But at least she had it in her to move on. He was stuck he couldn’t stop loving her.
Once again, The thought occurred: Is this trip really necessary?
Every time he knew the answer: No
But he continued to go down it.
"Angel, Cordelia had a vision!" Wesley said, as he tentatively entered Angel’s apartment.
"Coming!" Angel said, grabbing his duster from a chair and following Angel out of the door.
The vision Cordelia had had was of some vampires attacking a group of street kids, who Angel had decreed, were not part of Gunn’s posse.
When Angel and Wesley found the place the vampires had only just attacked, so none were dead yet. Angel took immediate advantage of that and leapt into action. He took down one vampire holding a boy and shoved him to the ground. Wesley had taken out the other two. The vamp got up and struck Angel hard then grabbed him around the throat.
"Looks like the party is over, soul boy!" The vamp laughed, then vanished in a cloud of dust.
Angel blinked, trying to make out who had just saved him, he saw a boyish looking, small figure run toward were Wesley was being backed up by the two vamps. The boy grabbed them and staked one, but the other managed to kick the stake from his hand. Then, the boy did something truly amazing, he stretched his hand out and the stake flew into. The vampire was so shocked he didn’t react when the boy stuck it straight in his heart.
Angel walked towards the boy and was about to ask who he was, when the boy spoke:
"Hi Uncle Wes!"
"Sean?"
"Yeah, how have you been keeping?"
"You know, I hate to break up the Hallmark moment but, who are you kid?"
"I’m Sean Wyndam-Price. Wesley’s nephew," The boy answered, speaking a regional British dialect Angel assumed came from around the border with Wales, and it had a lilt to it.
"Sean, what are you doing in L.A.?"
Sean’s face fell, "Well, it wasn’t to pay you a friendly visit," he answered coldly, "I need your help. Can we go somewhere to talk?
"Sure," Angel answered. He was curious about the boy’s apparent magical power and the obvious tension between him and Wesley and of course, what the boy needed help with.
They entered Angel’s office, were Cordelia sat filing her nails. She looked up hopefully when the three entered.
"Is he a client?" She asked.
"Not at the moment, no."
"Well Sean? Why are you here?" Asked Wesley.
"I’m here because, thanks to you, my father’s dead and I’m homeless and on the run from a psychotic vampire who insists I have a spell that she wants."
"I think we need more information." Angel said.
"Well, my dad has always been the Scully of the family, even though our family has a history of supernatural activity. When Wesley signed up to be trained as a watcher, dad said he was crazy. However, as you probably noticed, I’m not normal."
"Yeah, I noticed," said Angel.
"Well, we have what you would call a hereditary bloodline. Some are born with natural magic in our veins. Like me. That’s when I knew what Wesley said about the supernatural was true. Anyway, Wesley’s connection with vampires and so forth helped draw this vampire to us, looking for a spell I had in an old spell book. She attacked and killed my dad and demanded I give her the spell. I did, but made a copy on a computer disk first. I gave it to her and she left. Several days later she came back ranting about it being the wrong spell. So I decided to get the hell out of there. I’ve been on the run ever since."
"Why didn’t you go to your mom?" Cordelia asked.
"My parents divorced, and she hates me."
"So, you want protection?" Angel asked.
"No, I want you to help me kill her!" Sean said.
"That works too" Angel said.
Several days passed since Sean’s arrival. He was staying with Wesley. Angel had decided the ill feeling between them was because Sean blamed Wesley for bringing all this misfortune on him, which Angel thought, was unfair.
"She’s here!" Yelled Sean suddenly
"How do you know?" Cordelia asked.
"I can feel her!"
"I’ll go look," Angel said, noticing the look of total alarm on Sean’s face.
Angel stepped out side his apartment building and looked around, seeing nothing.
Then a hideous vampire leaped at him, knocking Angel to the ground.
"Where is he? I can feel him, WHERE IS HE?"
"Right here grandma!" Yelled Sean, lunging at her with a stake. The vampire let go of Angel and jumped towards him.
"Give me the spell, little brat!" She growled clutching his throat
" I told you, you stupid bitch. I gave you the spell. That was the spell I had!"
"Tell me!"
Angel got up of the ground, and realised he did not have a clear shot of Leigh. Then he had an idea. He threw his stake into the air, praying Sean would get the hint.
Sean saw the stake fly into the air and got the idea immediately, focusing away from the pain Leigh was causing him through choking, he powered his will to the stake, the stake spun in mid air, causing Leigh to look up, using the opening he forced the stake down and is struck Leigh directly in the heart.
She was gone.
"Well done!" Angel said, impressed.
"All in the mind reflexes!" Answered Sean.
Back in Angel’s office Sean said: "I’m going to take a look at the spell. I’m real curious to see what Leigh was so hyper about.
"Go ahead," Angel said.
"I think your taking advantage of Angel’s generosity."
"Oh, and you weren’t this afternoon when you were in that
chatroom!"Cordelia glared at him.
"I rest my case!"
Sean booted the disk. He was annoyed to find it was mostly in Spanish, so he had to wait for the computer to translate it.
The spell came up:
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the east,
Powers of air and invention, here our prayer!
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the south,
Powers of fire and feeling hear our prayer!
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the west,
Powers of water and intuition hear our prayer!
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the north,
Powers of mother and earth, hear are prayer!
We pray of thee, Elysium, give to the one before me,
Their blessed human soul, the powers of feeling
I, the spellcaster and the lover accept the vampire’s crimes
So we swear with our blood!
So that they may gain the power to walk in the blessed sunlight!
Elysium! Let it be so! Now!
Sean stared. Angel had explained about his curse and his one past relationship. Here was an answer to his curse problem, but it required his lover...
"Oh, bloody hell!" Sean muttered.
Wesley was being forced to listen to a Cordelia rant, which he had lost track of ages ago.
"Wesley, can I talk to you. It’s important."
"Of course, what is it?" Wesley wondered if he was going to tell him he was forgiven.
"It’s about the spell. It’s a variation of the Restoration of the Soul spell on Angel only permanent. And it can give him the power to walk in the day."
"Really? That’s wonderful news...you don’t look happy."
"Well, there’s a small problem concerning the fact I need four people to call the corners and one has to stay to help me with another bit. Said person is referred to as ‘lover’"
" Oh, I see."
"Yeah, don’t think he’s gonna to be looking forward to..." Sean trailed off, noticing Angel was behind him.
"Can I see the spell please Sean?" Angel asked.
"Sure," Sean said, handing it over.
Angel skimmed through it. Cordelia spoke up, "Aren’t you happy?" She asked.
"Yeah, it’s great. But, do you think you can cast this Sean?"
"I can try. Look, if you really don’t want to see Buffy then maybe I can go to Sunnydale and ask if she’ll help. If I go she won’t have to stress, does this sound good?"
Angel sighed, "Yes. I’d better call Giles and tell him. You can talk to him first."
"Righty-ho. Err, Giles is who?"
"Buffy’s watcher."
Sean was ready when Angel went to meet him at Wesley’s apartment. He had packed a few clothes in a rucksack.
"Follow the directions I gave to Giles’s. He’s going to give you directions to Buffy’s dormitory.
"Was he cool about this?"
"Yeah, apparently, she and Riley aren’t getting along as well as they did." Angel said, an evil looking smile appearing on his face.
"Well, don’t try to look like you don’t care!" Sean said, smiling.
Angel dropped Sean at the bus depot and as he turned his car around to leave, the thought came: Is this trip really necessary?
Yes came the answer.
The End
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