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Hog tied and ready for round up, so what now? [Dec. 6th, 2006|12:30 pm]
The Downward Spiral
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[badass_slayer]
I really wasn't down with the whole damsel in distress thing. The fact that Angel had managed to get me into that head lock only proved what Wes had been sayin earlier....I had gone soft. Dude, what was a girl to do? One minute their preachin' the wonderful world of redemption in your ear and the next their tellin' you to get tough, release your inner killer. Not that gettin' medieval on Angelus wasn't appealing right about now, it was just a devil on one shoulder and an even bigger one on the other sort of thing. All I knew was this was turning out to be one hell of an adventure.

As if bustin' out of prison hadn't been excitin' enough, Wes then loads me up with all the ins and outs of Angel Inc's sudden fall from grace. Angelus was back, LA was wrapped up good and tight in total darkness brought on by some big beastie thing from God knows where. Most of the team was dead and Cordy had a baby with Angel's son. Yeah, let's not forget Angel has a son. I still couldn't wrap my head around that one even though I was lookin' right at the little freak. And here I was thinkin' my award winning jail break would be for nothin'. Man was I ever wrong.

"This isn't going to work. The guy who took my soul away is dead. What are you going to do, get Willow here before I escape again?" I pulled hard on the rope as I finished noting it. He laughed. "I don't think so."

"You aint goin' no where big guy." I said into his ear and patted him on the chest.

Not right now at least, but those ropes wouldn't hold him forever. We were gonna need some heavy duty restraints and maybe even a cage. Hell he can have my old cell if he wants. I sure as hell wasn't usin' it anymore.

I stood up, keepin' a good eye on him this time. No way was I gonna let him get another drop on me like the last one. Wes was right,I was soft. I never would have let him take me like that back in the day. Well, except that one time when he and B tricked me into believin' Angelus was back, when he wasn't. Come to think of it, I was still pretty sore about that.

"So Wes, what's the plan?"

[Open to Wes, Conner, Cordy & Angel]
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[User Picture]From: superhero_son
2006-12-06 08:58 pm (UTC)
"This isn't going to work. The guy who took my soul away is dead. What are you going to do, get Willow here before I escape again?"

He wanted to entice a confrontation, because only then would he be able to escape. Right now, he was as locked down as a prisoner in jail.

"Angelus, trying to entice more violence out of me. You think that you can tempt me from making a mistake that would get Faith away from you, don't you? You think that because I know what kind of bastard that you are, that I'll do whatever it takes to fight you, don't you, Daddy?"

In actuality, there was nothing more that I wanted, but I couldn't do it now. Faith was too strong for me and Wesley would probably shoot me if I tried anything.

They didn't get it, though. They didn't get that this was his real face. They were going to force the soul back in and make him where the face that he was so often trapped in. They didn't look to the future for the next time that he became Angelus, but I would.

The next time around, I wouldn't hesitate. His taunting would be met with a stake through his heart. I was over punishing him. I didn't want to see the souled version. This was who he was and I wanted to kill my real father and would some day...and not kill the fake-faced one with the soul.
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From: queen_chase
2006-12-06 10:38 pm (UTC)
Faith and I quickly tied Angel up. He laughed and tried to intimidate us by threatening to escape before we could get Willow here to put his soul back in the up-right position. I couldn't help but think he might be right. It would be a couple of hours before Willow got here and if we didn't get Angel some where that wasn't here, some where were we could keep him locked up, then it was only a matter of time before he broke out of these ropes and caused more trouble then any of us wanted.

Ignoring Connor, Faith asked Wes what our next move was. Wesley answered by pulling out his cell phone, probably to call Giles and let him know we needed Willow to come put Angel's soul back. Apparently, no one was home.

"Cordy, I know that you don't exactly have a cell phone on you right now and I know that you've been through a lot, but do you happen to remember Willow's cell number?"

I took his phone from him and starred down at the numbers. It wasn't exactly a number I knew off the top of my head. I mean, I had called a few times and vise versa but it wasn't like we were bosom buddies who gossiped on a regular basis.

"I think..." I dialed and number. When it started to ring I handed the phone back to Wes. "I think that's it."
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[User Picture]From: shanshu_angel
2006-12-07 02:39 pm (UTC)
"Cordy, I know that you don't exactly have a cell phone on you right now and I know that you've been through a lot, but do you happen to remember Willow's cell number?"

"Cordy, do you know Willow's number?"

"Wes, Wes. You still can't do anything without somebody elses help. You needed the bitch Justine to pull me out of the water. Where else can I go with this? Sunnydale. Balthazar and Giles ring a bell? How about graduation day? You were really in it for the long haul there, hah?"

Maybe if he shot me again, I would fall out of the window. They would hurt, sure, but when I was feeding on Faith and then Cordy and breaking Wes' neck, it would be very worth it...

Then there was the punk of my spunk. What a disappointment.

</i>"Angelus, trying to entice more violence out of me. You think that you can tempt me from making a mistake that would get Faith away from you, don't you? You think that because I know what kind of bastard that you are, that I'll do whatever it takes to fight you, don't you, Daddy?"</i>

"Such big words, considering that I'm tied up and a slayer is watching me and my capture had nothing to do with your efforts. I gotta say, son, you are a big disappointment. First of all, if you are going to kill, you have to do it with a smile on your face. You always look like your sucking on a sour candy...Then again sucking on things must be your forte, because, come on, you have sex with Cordy and look at her now. She can barely look at you..."

I smiled. He was close to attacking me and both of us would fall out of the window. Come on pussy, I thought.
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From: badass_slayer
2006-12-11 07:07 pm (UTC)
"As a matter of fact, Angelus, you'll be Angel in just a few short hours, because you aren't escaping us and unless the Beast comes here to save his good buddy...or to kill him, bringing Willow here with slayer escort is precisely what we are going to do..."

Niiice. We'd get good ol' Red to shove Angel's soul back up Angelus' ass and call it a day. Tomorrow we could regroup, kill the big beastie and turn on the sun. Nothin' like a couple of hard days work huh? As if it were only that simple right?

Cordy took the phone from Wes and did some sort of weird memory thing on the numbers. To me it was as simple as either you remember it, or you don't but Cor seemed determined to figure out what the hell those seven digits were if it killed her. Apparently it worked, a few minutes later she handed the phone back to Wes. Again I say niiice. Things were movin' smoothly.

Enter Angel banter, followed by Connor banter, then some more Angel banter which definitely struck a nerve with the kid. "....You always look like your sucking on a sour candy...Then again sucking on things must be your forte, because, come on, you have sex with Cordy and look at her now. She can barely look at you..." Great, just what we needed. Psycho Daddy pissin' off his spawn and fuckin' everything up.

I took a step forward and stood between Angelus and Connor.
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[User Picture]From: pryce_less
2006-12-12 04:33 am (UTC)
I kept the gun pointed at Angelus, even though he was under control.

I understood this game. I had seen it up close and had studied it even more comprehensively. Angelus would indeed cause Connor to attack him and very easily, as well as very soon, except for one thing...we weren't going to let him.

Connor's psyche was one that left nothing to the imgination. He probably only imagined the hunt and the kill and with his upbringing, how could anyone blame him? I felt responsible for that, and the negativity brought me to thoughts of Fred lying dead in my car.

I cleared my head and focused on Cordy, hoping that she was having success. I then focused myself on Connor.

I pointed the gun from Angelus, to him.

"Connor, Faith needs to keep an eye on your father right now. She and the rest of us needn't be worrying about how Angelus could torment you into doing something stupid. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I will put bullets in both of your legs. Your vendetta and your anger cannot get in the way of what needs to be done."

And I meant it and was ready to fire. I didn't want to. Again, I was partially responsible for Connor being the way that he was, but I also had to be prepared. Connor would attack and would endanger us all and I was not going to allow that.
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[User Picture]From: superhero_son
2006-12-12 04:38 am (UTC)
"Such big words, considering that I'm tied up and a slayer is watching me and my capture had nothing to do with your efforts. I gotta say, son, you are a big disappointment. First of all, if you are going to kill, you have to do it with a smile on your face. You always look like your sucking on a sour candy...Then again sucking on things must be your forte, because, come on, you have sex with Cordy and look at her now. She can barely look at you..."

I know that I had said that I wasn't going to let him coerce me into attacking him, but being the evil, filthy demon that he was, he could find the smallest angle and dig his way in. He had to bring up the sex, which he didn't know about because he wasn't there.

"Oh yeah, filthy demon? If the sex was so bad, then why did I get her pregnant with one experience?"

It didn't matter, that was too low, and I was seething, because he was right. For some reason, even though I would do almost anything for her, Cordy hated me, and the being that I blamed for that was him.

Except that Faith got in between the two of us.

Then Wesley pointed the gun at me.

"Connor, Faith needs to keep an eye on your father right now. She and the rest of us needn't be worrying about how Angelus could torment you into doing something stupid. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I will put bullets in both of your legs. Your vendetta and your anger cannot get in the way of what needs to be done."

"Stop pointing that gun at me, Wesley."

I wasn't going to ask again. He might get off one shot before I get a hold of him. I couldn't believe that he was pointing the gun at me.

I started towards him.
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From: queen_chase
2006-12-20 01:31 am (UTC)
"Willow!"

Wes had waved away the phone when I tried to hand it back, he was obviously to busy with Connor to be bothered. Without so much as another thought I put the phone to my ear and waited impatiently for someone to answer. Hoping of course that it was the right someone. I wasn't exactly sure I even had the right number. But, when someone finally did answer and that voice on the other end was exactly the one I had been hoping for, it was pretty hard to hide my excitement, not to mention my relief.

I wasn't oblivious to the things being said around me and I cringed each time someone spoke. Angelus was using me to get to Connor which couldn't have possibly ended well if Wesley hadn't stepped in. Now that Wes had turned the gun on Connor and lump formed in my throat and for a second I forgot to breathe.

"Cordelia?"

"Yes, Willow, Hi, it's me. I, well we....we need a favor."

I listened as Willow immediately went into an all out ramble about how she knew someone would be calling, that she knew all about Angelus being back and her how her and the others were already in LA. Things couldn't have worked out better if we had planned them. I quickly told her to meet us back at the hotel, that everything she would need was already there. Sort of. I failed to mention the part about Angel's soul being stuck in a glass jar and how that glass jar was now missing. There was no need I realized as I hung up the phone, I knew exactly where it was; A small little fact I had almost forgotten in my time as a prisoner in my own body.

"We need to get him to the hotel. Willow and the others will meet us there." I said to Wesley, turning just in time to see Connor move forward.

"Stop pointing that gun at me, Wesley."

Great, just what we need.
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[User Picture]From: shanshu_angel
2006-12-21 02:29 pm (UTC)
The tension between Wesley, Faith and Connor was building to a creshendo. I didn't care what they did to the punk of my spunk, as long as the tension continued to mount. Because if it did, then Faith would get distracted, a gunshot or two wouldn't stop Connor and Faith would have to intervene and when that happened, I would be out of the window and already planning the second attack on everyone in here.

Everyone stopped, though, when Cordelia spoke up.

"Yes, Willow, Hi, it's me. I, well we....we need a favor."

This was not good. Not good at all. I had to get out of here, but Faith semed to be focused on me, and even the punk of my spunk had backed off of Wesley, when I was sure that he was going to attack him.

"We need to get him to the hotel. Willow and the others will meet us there."

Connor didn't seem to care. "Connor, are you gonna let the weak librarian point a gun at you? If you do, then you are every bit the chump that i think that you are, and you would definitely have no chance against me. Not that you would anyway."

Faith belted me with a backhand that rattled my jaw.
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From: badass_slayer
2006-12-22 04:55 pm (UTC)
The verbal pissing contests were really startin' to chap my ass and I'd had just about as much as one girl would take. Angelus opened his mouth and spat out some more "big talk" and I back handed him. That aught'ta shut him up for a hot minute or two. If not, well that would just give me another excuse to wail on him, which was always a good time if you ask me.

"Right," I said lookin' around at the rest of 'em. "Hotel it is."

I grabbed Angelus' restraints and pushed him forward toward the door. Wes was still aimin' his little toy solider weapon at Connor. Not that it would do much damage was my thought. The kid was strong and stubborn. Like father like son, broody and harder then hell to put down. I had not doubt those bullets would hurt like a bitch but somethin' told be he didn't care.

"Hey kid," Connor looked at me and there was nothin' in those eyes of his except pure anger, or maybe it was hatred, hard to tell. "Think you can set aside that little vendetta of yours and give a girl a hand here?"

I had a feelin' the minute we got outside Angelus would try and make a break for it. I'd need the kid to help me keep that from happenin'.
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[User Picture]From: pryce_less
2006-12-24 02:08 pm (UTC)
"Hotel it is."

Faith had Angelus under control and had managed to shut him up with a rather vicious punch that I could almost feel, Angelus' jaw screamed from the impact so much.

Angelus had taunted Connor into trying to attack me, so I held the revolver firm, but when Faith hit Angelus, Connor turned and saw that and seemed to respect that.

"Think you can set aside that little vendetta of yours and give a girl a hand here?"

I knew that he wasn't going to respond to be called kid and I rather suspected that he didn't want to get Angel to the hotel to get his soul back, because in truth, I knew that Connor still wanted to kill Angel and wouldn't want this, and yet, as I pointed the gun at him, he actually went to Faith and grabbed Angel by one arm, while Faith had him by the other and they lifted him off of the floor.

I stood next to Cordelia, lowering the revolver, as we followed. It was dangerous outside, though and I was ready to actually shoot truly evil beings, as Cordy needed protection, being that she was so out of it and sickly still from the strange birth of whatever had come out of her, which we would address later.

Right now, we needed to get Angel back, at all costs and measures.

I followed Cordy down the stairs, as she followed Faith and Connor manhandling Angelus.
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[User Picture]From: superhero_son
2006-12-24 02:17 pm (UTC)
I listened, respecting the way that faith hit my filthy demon father. The blood shot from his mouth and landed on the wall and I fantasized about two things, starting to ignore that Wesley was pointing that gun at me, and completely, now, ignoring, what my filthy demon father had said to try to taunt me. His time would come when he was Angel, hiding away from what he truly was.

I fantasized about beating on Angel the way that faith just had, and I had to admit, it was sexy watching Faith smash his face. She was so strong and sexy and older, and yet she wasn't Cordy, who would totally use me.

I helped Faith when she asked me to, wordless, deciding that from now on, I would follow Faith in what she wanted to do.

We carried Angelus down the stiars and it was funny that he tried to get away from us. Faith hit him again, several times at the bottom of the stairs, when he managed to break free from us, with shots to the face, that left Angelus not moving and weak at her feet, like he really was.

For good measure, I kicked him in the ribs while he was down, and we got him into the jeep, where I saw Fred again, lying in the cargo section of Wesley's jeep, which gave me clarity about why he was pointing guns at me and kinda enabled me to forgive him, and it was also easy, because Faith had pretty much knocked Angelus unconscious, and me getting to kick him so hard in the ribs...also very cool.

Wesley shot a demon or three as he and Cordy got in the front seat. I tried not to think about Cordy, as Wesley drove to the hotel. There was nothing but bad there.

I chose to look at Faith after she had manhandled Angel and as he now sat in between Faith and I, hogtied and beaten down.
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