Author: Idnac
E-mail: idnac@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Summary: Angel has an opportunity to get his soul back, but there is the inevitable loop hole.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish! If they were mine I'd get my 'ships, not to mention Angel and Xander in much leather. Mmm-Hmm.
After brief thought he decided it was better not to go in an alarm Cordy right away by going in her room and ripping her clothes off, anyway, he first had things to do.
He strode past Cordy’s room, the door closed, as was she, to the events unfolding.
After he finished dressing he walked through the living room and to the front door. He opened it and headed out to business.
After a quick stop at the agency he was disappointed to find it absent of Doyle, he wanted to end that shit’s life first but under the circumstances he could wait, more important things were at hand.
Angelus stood in front of the large, Victorian house with anticipation running through him. This was the home of Geeana.
Walking to the side of the building he saw a small balcony on which a girl stood. Angelus studied her for a moment, clad in simple long nightgown, he could see she was young, only fifteen or so. Her hair, dark ebony, was long and pulled away from her face to show wide, inquisitive eyes.
“This will be easy,” he muttered. The girl turned and went inside, oblivious to Angelus’ presence.
He scaled the wall to the balcony and stood, looking through the glass door of what was, predictably, the girls bedroom, pink, bright and ultimately looking as if a cotton candy machine had exploded.
She was getting ready for bed and was startled at the knock on her door; she lost her breath back she saw him standing there.
“Help me,” he whispered.
Instead of thinking of what she should do she did something stupid. Seeing a gorgeous man standing outside, his palm pressed to the glass, and a look of grief crossing his features as he held his side, she hurried to the door and opened it.
“Are you okay, come on, let me help you,” she said, holding his hand and bringing him into her room. She regarded him worriedly, “Are you okay?”
When he began to laugh she backed away slightly, finally realizing something was wrong.
“Boy, you’re a dumb one. Look at me do I look as if I really have an injury?” He laughed as he spun for her inspection, “Even if I did how the hell would I have gotten up to the second story?”
She couldn’t even find her voice.
“Alright, you’re boring.” Vamping out, Angelus grabbed the frightened girl and sunk his fangs in, noting the delicious hint of fear in her blood.
Soon she was finished and he unceremoniously dropped the girl on her bubble gum-colored carpet. He finished the last taste of her and licked his fangs in preparation; he was going for Geeana.
He walked into the hall, decorated with oriental rugs and hand-craved, glossy, chestnut wood. He saw the amber glow of candles reflecting off of the walls and, quietly, he went downstairs.
Angelus stood on the landing and watched a gray-haired woman move about a small room. He casually walked over and leaned in the doorframe.
“Geeana.”
The old woman looked up with not a bit of surprise in her face.
“Hello, Angelus, I expected you,” she said in an accented voice.
“Did you?” He said, calmly walking about the room, looking around idly.
“Yes, I did, but it’s to late to do anything now. She’s gone, isn’t she?”
“That clueless little thing upstairs, yep, I’d say she’s gone.”
“I can not lay blame on your head, Angelus,” she said sadly. “I realize this is of my doing, even at the request I received I am the one who put it in motion. And Kalsia, my Kalsia, she was to be sacrificed, as was her mother. At least you gave her a quick death before the savages of my people stole her away in the
night and tortured her to death as they did my daughter.”
A brief sadness went though Angelus at the woman’s sad plight; he quickly pushed it away and turned to stare at her with cold eyes.
“And now it’s my turn,” she said simply.
“Wow, you are good!” He said sarcastically.
“Remember, you are forgiven for what you have done tonight.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Turning slightly he picked up a long, thick, silver needle often used for ceremonies, “This will do.”
In a flash he had moved in front of her a plunged the needle into her heart. She screamed in surprise before beginning to gasp for air as she fell onto the carpet, blood pouring out of her wound. Within moments she was gone.
Angelus smiled and gave a happy little sigh as he stepped over her body he left the room and heading for the loft.
After the bang of the door echoed through the house Geeana breathed heavily as new air filled her lungs. Her right hand came up to the metal appendage in her chest. She pulled it out with ease as the wound immediately began to heal itself.
Standing she regarded her clothes with sight irritation that the silk was ruined. She thought it a bit surprising that Angelus had not realized that as a master gypsy of her family she had the ability to predict future events, therefore always allowing her to prepare. She chuckled as she headed upstairs to revive her granddaughter, thinking of how she had to step up the soul process in case Angelus remembered, then, in a flash, she saw she wouldn’t have to.
