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"Come in," Cordelia yelled at the door. Cordelia sat at her desk working on the latest incoming cases.
"Nice to see you again Cordelia," a New York accent said coolly.
Cordelia knew that particular voice anywhere. "Hello, Faith," Cordelia said softly as she looked up from her work.
Faith smiled and threw all of Cordelia's work onto the floor. "Where's Angel?" she asked politely.
Cordelia smiled sarcastically, and answered, "Not here."
Faith frowned, and then smiled, "Come with me then," as she withdrew a big knife. "Into that office," Faith indicated with her head.
Angel walked in muttering to himself, lost in thought about his good bye with Buffy. He didn't notice that Cordelia was not in her normal spot. Angel opened up his door and it squeaked as usual. "One of these days I will have to fix that," Angel thought.
"Hello, bat boy. Looks like you haven't gotten much sun lately... You look kind of drained," Faith said mockingly. Faith sat in Angel's chair, and had Cordelia sitting next to her tied and gagged.
Angel looked up at Faith, "Yeah, I've been fresh out of sun block for weeks. What are you doing up and around? Why don't you go back to your hole in the ground and stay there?"
Faith pouted a bit, "You know I can't do that Angel. I like the night life." She moved so the blade was under Cordelia's neck. "Here's the deal. I've been hired to bring you back to Sunnydale, alive, in a dead sort of way."
Angel spoke softly. "And if I don't cooperate?"
Faith smiled and pressed the blade against Cordelia's neck so a little blood came out.
Angel only nodded. He did not want to see anyone hurt. "Who summons me?"
Faith quickly spoke, "His name is Fritz, that's all I know. Come on move! I'm double-parked down on the street."
Faith began to untie Cordelia, keeping the knife on her neck. When the party stepped out the door Faith moved the knife so it poked into Cordelia's lower back. Stepping onto the sidewalk Faith spoke quietly, "Angel, you're driving." Faith drove a small sports car with four doors, and black paint. The car blended in well with its surroundings. Faith brought out a key and used a small remote on the key chain to unlock and open the doors.
"Impressive," Angel thought. "She thought of everything." After Faith and Cordelia had gotten into the car Angel sat down in the driver's side and Faith handed him the keys. Angel drove silently until he saw the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign and took that moment to speak. "Where are we heading?"
"Sunnydale High," was all Faith said.
Angel realized what Fritz was doing, he planed on trapping Angel back in hell and releasing all sorts of evil onto this world. He knew how to stop Fritz but he didn't want to bring himself to do it. Hopefully he could stop him before he did what he was going to do. Angel swung the car into the Sunnydale parking lot and observed that the school's reconstruction. He thought back to the Mayor's accession and all that had happened over the last four years. Sighing inwardly he remembered about Oz, Xander, Giles, Willow, and of course Buffy. However, this was no time to reminisce in old times. Angel turned off the car and handed the keys back to Faith, opening the door he took in the smell that surrounded him. "Incense." Angel thought, "What would Fritz want with incense?" Cordelia and Faith moved out of the car.
"This way," Faith said and started walking toward the entrance of the school.
"I can feel them," Fritz muttered to himself. "I will soon have all the power and women of the world. Specially the women, all because I killed this one little bastard, I shall rejoice in his death," Fritz sighed. "Why do I have to kill him though? What did he ever do to me?"&nsbp; Sighing again he prepared himself. He heard a knock on the door, raising silently in tight clothing he walked towards the door, the time was near.
Angel could feel Fritz's presence through the door. He did not want to fight; doing what he knew he had to do was going to be hard enough. Let alone kill a man who he had been friends with a long time ago. Fritz was not as close as Spike but he had taught him how to kill.&nsbp; The door opened and Angel stared at the kid he had seen in the truck that had disappeared in front of his eyes. The face of Ra'Shun Hunter, the eyes as cold as death, piercing into Angel as if they were a million knives. Eyes spoke louder then words, the eyes were filled with hatred, greed, and not a bit of sympathy or compassion.&nsbp; This was no longer a boy but a being of evil. Angel stared into the eyes and noticed that the eyes looked like they had never looked upon Angel before.&nsbp; Shrugging it off Angel thought that it was because they never had before, being the fact that Ra'Shun Hunter had never looked at Angel before.
"We met again," Fritz spoke in a heavy German accent.&nsbp; Angel only nodded.&nsbp; "Faith -- take the girl to the Hellmouth.&nsbp; I am going to deal with Angelus."&nsbp; Faith nodded and forced Cordelia out of the room.
"It's Angel now." Angel said looking a bit ticked off.
"You can call your self a horse's ass for all the hell I care. Angelus, to me you are who you are," Fritz said with a snort. Fritz moved backwards keep an eye on Angel, "What's your choice of death, Angelus? Torture, being fed to the creatures I am bringing up or a good old-fashioned duel."
Angel looked stone-faced. "How about I beat the crap out of you now and feed you to your lap dog Faith?"
"Tsk-tsk." Fritz, said softly. "Haven't changed much have you?&nsbp; Still aggressive and a need for blood."&nsbp; At that moment Fritz turned around to pick something up. Angel put on his game face and tackled Fritz, knocking the two swords he was picking up. Easily beating Fritz, Angel stood up and held Fritz above the ground.
"Come on Fritz, where's the challenge?" Angel said smiling. Fritz for the first time looked frightened.
"Let me go!" Fritz said in an American-type voice.
Angel looked confused. "Where's your German accent, Fritz?"
"I took four years of German class, give me a break." Fritz said in a panic.
"Class?" Angel took off his game face and placed Fritz away from the swords. He picked both of them up to keep Fritz at bay. "What do you mean class?"
"My name is Ra'Shun Hunter. I am not Fritz Drahnaus.&nsbp; I made it up!"
Angel looked angry, "Why?"
"I wanted power! I wanted more power then everyone so no one could challenge me and kill me weak."
Angel looked into the eyes of Ra'Shun, he was telling the truth. Unless he was lying, why hadn't he noticed this earlier? Angel kicked him self for being to lost in thought to notice this. He had been so bent on stopping Fritz that had been what he had seen in his eyes.
"One little problem though," Ra'Shun said. "I already opened the Hellmouth." He said with a smile.&nsbp; "Soon all your precious friends will be in a world of pain and suffering." Ra'Shun laughed evilly.
One hour later all was lost. Angel had not been able to stop the opening of the Hellmouth. He even took the chance of throwing Ra'Shun in the portal to close it. It had not worked; the gate became vast and broad. Soon demons and incomprehensible hellish ghouls that had been unleashed had killed theentire town of Sunnydale. The gate continued to grow Ra'Shun had not received the power he had hoped for instead he was met with an eternity of torture. Within twenty-four hours, the entire world had been devastated, nothing but evil reigned, and it was all Angel's fault.
Angel sat up suddenly from the large bed in his LA apartment. He was in a cold sweat -- the bed sheets stuck to him, so he ripped them off of his body, swung his feet to the floor, and sat with his head in his hands in one fluid motion. He was wearing only a pair of pants, showing off his muscular upper body. The sweat rolled down his back. Angel was not use to those kinds of dreams. Dreams that were so real you swear you were actually there. He muttered to himself, "No. couldn't be." He looked around to see that everything was still there, the Hellmouth had not been open. Sighing in relief, Angel walked out to the living room and turned on the television. Paying only half-attention, he had just walked back to his bedroom to dress himself when he heard something about a group of kids missing in Rome, New York. The television also stated that a nationally wanted convict was in the area and was suspected in the teen's disappearance. Racing back to the television screen, Angel watched what seemed to be a view from a helicopter flying over the woods of his dream. It was true -- it had happened! Swearing to himself, he ran to dress; he had to find Doyle.