Angel:The Return of Fred_S6_Ep7(Fanfic) Part 3
Illyria stood on the rooftop. She mused at how Wesley’s weapon only had a temporary effect.
Perhaps that was on purpose, she thought to herself. To save her life, and appease Angel.
She knew that her power was returning. But she also wondered if history would repeat itself, and if her body…Fred’s body…would overload again.
The Chinese people were fascinating creatures. She had grown tired of Los Angeles months ago, and had begun portal hopping as her abilities were revived. She still was bound to Earth for some reason, but that was probably only temporary too.
She then cursed herself for being mixed with humanity. She was eventually going to punish Knox for doing the ritual wrong. Just leaving the sarcophagus out like that was not the plan. Illyria was never supposed to be reborn inside of a living human woman, she was supposed to be ‘hatched’ in a Zynthar Chrysalis, and that matrix would’ve allowed her to regain her true form. And power. Knox had to know that as much as he’d studied the ancient texts. But for some reason, his obsession with Fred had made him decide that she was to be the vessel. A completely flawed, pale, three dimensional, human vessel. Illyria had needed Knox to help her orient herself to this new existence(and seeing through one pair of eyes) and to find the portal with which to raise her army. After that…there would’ve been divine punishment for Knox.
Then Wesley had killed him.
Both Wesley and Knox seemed obsessed with Fred. But Wesley seemed to be the only one that made Illyria hurt when she thought of him. The irony was that after Drogan was killed, Illyria was able to find the location of her true rebirthing chamber. But without Knox, or a Qwa’ha Xahn in general, she could not perform the ritual on her own. And she had begun her search for new Acolytes. Which is why she was in China. But this world was not like the one she knew, and people seemed to worship…sex. In her day they used sex to worship many of the Old Ones, but now it seemed that they worshiped sex in and of itself. Humans, she thought. Always turning in on themselves to their own destruction.
And speaking of, Illyria still wasn’t used to the idea of having just one vagina.
Just get in, and get out, Angel thought to himself. Just get in and get out.
The distant cry of something drooly, green and ugly snapped him out of it, and he moved forward.
There it was. The cave. Fred’s cave.
He remembered their time here. Fred had become more like a little sister to him, but at first, he certainly enjoyed her devotion and attention. But she wasn’t short or blonde, so-
Just kidding, Angel thought to himself. …Right?
He found it all very very quickly. Some of her old potato sack dresses. Some with her blood on it…and probably his too. Her chalk that she wrote on the wall with here. Her cooking pots. Fred had even made a constellation mock up out of rocks.
He took that too.
With all the items stuffed in the bag that he’d brought, he started back. Smooth sailing.
That’s when he heard the sound. Behind him.
Holy shit, he thought. We didn’t see this before.
Some…thing…that was 9 feet tall, black, slimy, and had five legs was charging him. With a mouthful of teeth. Because, Angel thought, god forbid there’s not a million things on every world that want to eat you. Ironic that, coming from a vampire.
He knew what he had to do. He had to let the demon out. There’s no way his human self was gonna beat this thing.
Groo looked at his watch. He loved Earth technology. It took him some time to figure it out, but he loved it. He had seen something on…what was it? Ah yes the In-Ter-Net, something that Cordelia had called “porn.” She seemed to be fascinated and disgusted by it at the same time. It wasn’t anything Groo hadn’t seen before, but for some reason humans spent many hours of their time watching it. His Princess enjoyed dressing up like she did when they first met, and reenacting their time in Pylea. Groo had wondered if those women out front that were asking him for money were like these porn women from the land of In-Ter-Net. They sure had wanted to Comshuk very badly.
Time to open the portal. Groo stood back.
“Frmznn mrfglljk jklpmnb bzsrwdfgr!”
Lights. Noise. Wind. Screaming. The library history section melted and morphed.
Something jumped out…was it Angel?
Wesley and Lilah “walked” around the front desk at the Hyperion.
“I’m positively creaming over your duplicitousness lover. Not telling Angel the whole truth? That’s normally my job.”
“You know that even if this works, she’ll never-”
Wesley yelled. “I know, Lilah! I know! But I had to try, dammit. And you knew that I would.”
“For an unpredictable man that gets off on fucking and beheading me, you still make me laugh, you know that?”
Wesley managed a small half-grin. “He who laughs last, Lilah.”
“And what does that mean, lover? You planning a double-cross on our double-cross? Does that make it a quadruple cross?”
Wesley said nothing and just stared at the floor.
“Don’t worry lover, I’ve beheaded people too. Although pretty much not the ones I was shagging. Most of the time.”
At that moment, the front door burst open. Wesley and Lilah turned to see Groo stumbling in carrying Angel.
And Groo had a long black claw right through his sternum.
Angel, out of breath, collapsed to the floor, as did Groo. He looked up at Wesley and said, “Help him, Wes….*cough* you’ve got to help him.”
Wesley’s voice was filled with ice. “He wasn’t a part of our deal.”
Angel looked down at his left hand. At least there was one bonus. Somehow turning into the demon in Pylea had made it regenerate. Angel roared. “I don’t wanna hear it Wes, I needed him to get back to Pylea to get Fred’s stuff, and now he needs help. Help him dammit!” Angel would’ve done so himself if he still wasn’t so weak.
Groo spoke. “Fear…fear not, Angel. This is…(Groo spat blood)…this is what I wanted.”
And then Groo died. With a smile on his face. He very softly spoke the word, “Princess” and then he was gone.
“He let himself be killed, Angel,” said Wesley. “He’s the Groosalugg, he overcomes all things. He could’ve beaten it. He let that thing kill him so he could be with Cordelia.”
Angel was too tired to argue. “Just…just get on with it, then.” He handed Wesley the bag with Fred’s Pylean remnants in it, and Lilah got that smirk on her face again. Schoolgirly, even.
“Hold on to your ass, vampire,” she grinned.