{"id":4264,"date":"2015-07-07T13:10:04","date_gmt":"2015-07-07T12:10:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=4264"},"modified":"2015-07-07T14:21:21","modified_gmt":"2015-07-07T13:21:21","slug":"scary-monsters-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/07\/scary-monsters-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Scary Monsters. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Scary Monsters<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Liam
\nPosted at GT: <\/b>14-Jan 05
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>R
\nCategory: <\/b>Crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer.<\/b>
\nContent: <\/b>C\/A
\nSummary: <\/b>When a series of bizarre murders occur in Sunnydale, Angel doesn’t pay much attention. But when the wrong person is attacked, Angel rushes into action.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>just ask
\nNotes: <\/b>
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>To my math teacher, MissKitieFantastico<\/b>I hope my new equation is to your liking.
\nFeedback:<\/b><\/p>\n

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Teaser<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cDo we need to kill this one?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man turned to his companion. She was standing above a young woman lying on the ground. \u201cNo, Jordan, we don’t need to kill that one. She needs to be alive.\u201d Jordan sighed in relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s good,\u201d Jordan said. \u201cI don’t like that we have to kill so many people.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joshua finished slicing his victim’s chest open with his knife. He began to pull out some of the young man’s intestines from his gut and tossed them about the alley. \u201cI know, Jordy, but some people need to die. They have to if we want to get his attention. But we will only hurt that one, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jordan nodded her agreement. She didn’t like killing, but Joshua was right. Some needed to die if they wanted his attention.<\/p>\n

Joshua finally found the end of the small intestine. He looked above him and tossed the intestine up and around a fire escape stairwell. He then wrapped a section of the boy’s intestine around his neck, and grabbing the end, hoisted the kid up. A nice little noose. Joshua then tied the end of the intestine to a dumpster so that the boy stayed hanging.<\/p>\n

\u201cJordy, you got that paintbrush?\u201d Joshua asked.<\/p>\n

Jordan reached around and pulled a paintbrush from her back pocket. Joshua took the item and stuck it in the boy’s gut until it was soaked in blood. He found a clean section of wall and began to paint his message. After a minute, he smiled in satisfaction. That should get his attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we go now, Joshua?\u201d Jordan asked. \u201cI’m hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes we can,\u201d Joshua informed her. \u201cWe just have one quick thing to do first.\u201d He tossed the paintbrush aside and led Jordan out of the alley. Even though it was nine in the evening, there was heavy activity along the street. He cleared his throat before he shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone call 9-1-1! There’s somebody dead in here!\u201d That got everyone’s attention. Dozens rushed towards the alleyway entrance and stood shocked at the sight before them. Joshua and Jordan slipped through the awestruck crowd hand in hand.<\/p>\n

In the alley, Cordelia Chase roused from unconsciousness to see the body of her disemboweled cousin hanging limply above her. And behind him, written in blood on the wall was a short phrase.<\/p>\n

LIAM
\nI AM CALLING YOU OUT<\/p>\n

Cordelia slipped back into the darkness.<\/p>\n

\n

Part 1<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cThere was another one?\u201d Willow cringed.<\/p>\n

Giles set aside his book and proceeded to wipe his glasses. The group was all gathered at the Magic Box. Word had quickly spread through town about the vicious disembowelment. It was the sixth murder in the past two weeks.<\/p>\n

But it seems this one had several key differences.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Giles said. \u201cA young man named Peter Marks. He was sliced open and then hung from a fire escape, his small intestine used for a noose. Quite brutal from all accounts.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut this one is different,\u201d Buffy observed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely. It seems that the woman wasn’t killed. The police haven’t released her name. Also, the message the police found seems to have contained a name. Plus the obvious fact this murder didn’t take place in someone’s home. It seems the only reason the police know it is connected is because of the matching handwriting. As it is, I have Spike doing some legwork as we speak. Hopefully he can rustle up some specifics.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSpike?\u201d Xander asked. \u201cYeah, that’s a guy whose info you want to trust.\u201d The gang just stared at him for a moment. \u201cWhat?\u201d he defended. \u201cI’m not the only one thinking it.\u201d<\/p>\n

True, Buffy thought. \u201cDo we have any idea who is behind all this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter reading dozens of Watcher Diaries, demonology manuals, black arts rituals, and other paranormal volumes, I can safely say nope.\u201d Giles took a long sip from his cup of coffee.<\/p>\n

He didn’t like being stumped, and right now, he was stumped.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Spike pushed away the sewer grate and jumped up into the alley. He breathed a sigh of relief that the alley was cloaked in shadows. The last thing he wanted was to become a crispy critter.<\/p>\n

His demon senses immediately began to tune into his surroundings. Sight, smell, and hearing all went into overtime. His nose was twitching at the vaguely familiar smell that permeated the alley. No, not the scent of urine. He’d caused plenty of victims to piss themselves before he killed them.<\/p>\n

This was human.<\/p>\n

Spike shrugged the sensation off. He stepped underneath the fire escape. The smell of bowel was still highly prevalent. He then noticed the message.<\/p>\n

\u201cLiam?\u201d That was Angelus’ name. Suddenly that vaguely familiar scent came back to the front of his mind. He needed to get to the hospital.<\/p>\n

He had to see who this mystery woman was.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Spike hated hospitals with a vengeance. To a human, scent was only a minor part of their existence. But to a vampire, scent was not only a major part of their life, it was also a great comfort. And hospitals, yuck, hospitals didn’t have a smell.<\/p>\n

Unless you counted antiseptic and bleach as a smell. It was all so\u2026sterile. And Spike didn’t like that.<\/p>\n

The vampire tried to be inconspicuous as he attempted to find out where the mystery girl was located. However, a pale-faced man in a black leather duster and bleach blonde hair could hardly blend in.<\/p>\n

The ICU desk worker was giving him strange looks. She was about to get up and confront him when Spike caught a lucky break. Her phone rang.<\/p>\n

Shameful, Spike thought, to use company time to talk to your boyfriend. Oh well, he’d make the most of it. He silently crossed over to the wall where patient clipboards hung. Nope, nope, nope. He flipped though the clipboards, trying to find a familiar name. Nope, nope, Jane Doe? Possible. Nope, nope, nope.<\/p>\n

Looks like Jane Doe might be his best bet.<\/p>\n

Spike replaced the clipboard just as the desk worker hung up the phone. When the young woman looked up, Spike was long gone.<\/p>\n

Spike was only vaguely surprised to find Cordelia Chase resting in one of the hospital’s overly hard beds. Her eyes were closed. Sensors were attached to her head and chest. She looked so small and fragile.<\/p>\n

She also looked like she had gotten the shit knocked out of her.<\/p>\n

He entered the room quietly and stood beside the bed. Spike brushed back a few strands of her hair. Did Angel know she was here? No, he mustn’t. Otherwise he would probably be camped out in the corner chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d Spike turned to find a nurse standing in the doorway. \u201cWhat the hell are you doing?\u201d She looked ready to sick security on him. \u201cNobody should be in here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry love,\u201d Spike apologized. \u201cI just wanted to see how she was. I know this girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

The nurse’s eyes widened at that. \u201cYou do? What is her name? She didn’t have any identification on her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia Chase. She’s originally from here. Been in LA the past few years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes she have any family in town?\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t have a clue. \u201cBut there is someone in Los Angeles who would like to know she’s okay. She is okay, isn’t she?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe’s been unconscious for the most part since she was brought in,\u201d the nurse answered. \u201cShe’s woken a couple times for short periods, but her body and mind is trying to heal. By the way, this person you’re talking about, is it a husband or boyfriend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike shrugged his shoulder again. \u201cWith this guy, who knows? Listen, do you have a phone around here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUse the phone at the front desk. And thank you for coming by. We were wondering who this poor girl was.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike smiled slightly at the nurse and exited the room. When he asked to use the desk phone, the woman stared at him skeptically for a few moments until the nurse assured her it was okay. The vampire took the phone and dialed ‘0’.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, operator? Yes, I need you to look up a number for me. Los Angeles. Hyperion Hotel. Angel Investigations. Yeah, can you dial that for me? Thanks.\u201d The phone only rang twice before a chipper woman answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel Investigations,\u201d Fred answered. \u201cWe help the helpless.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Spike drawled. \u201cYou wouldn’t happen to be missing a brunette girl would you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia is away visiting relatives, if that’s who you are referring to. And as for me, well, I’m right here, but you probably knew that considering you dialed this number and I’m the one who answered and all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike sighed heavily. Angel really needed to hire better receptionists.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, tell Angel his girl is in a Sunnydale hospital unconscious. He might want to fetch her.\u201d He nearly dropped the phone when the girl yelled out for Angel. \u201cWhatever Angel pays you, it isn’t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

He hung up the phone just as Angel yanked the receiver from Fred’s hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d Angel spoke. He heard nothing but dial tone.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Gunn and Fred watched as Angel tossed a bag into his convertible. Gunn handed the vampire a cooler full of blood packets. Angel promptly loaded that up, then took the sword and hurling axe Fred held. It was only after Angel had all his supplies loaded that Gunn finally asked the big question.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure you don’t want us coming along?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup.\u201d Angel patted his pockets trying to find his car keys. Fred reached into her side pocket and pulled them out. Angel caught them easily. \u201cSomebody needs to hold the fort. Besides, I’m the only son of a bitch that gets to kill the cocksucker that laid a hand on Cordelia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don’t mean to sound snooty or anything,\u201d Fred interrupted, \u201cbut maybe you should learn to channel your anger into something positive. Perhaps you could internalize that anger and use it creatively. Perhaps by painting or sculpture.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gunn and Angel just stared at her. \u201cYou’ve been reading too many self-help books,\u201d Gunn informed her.<\/p>\n

Fred looked away in embarrassment. \u201cJust because I want to maximize my potential.\u201d She turned back to Angel and smiled. \u201cHave a nice trip. Try not to kill too many people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, okay.\u201d Angel stepped around to the passenger seat and hopped in. He fired up the engine, popped the clutch, and shifted into drive. \u201cTake care. You know where I’m at if you need me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLikewise.\u201d The pair watched as Angel drove off into the overcast afternoon.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think he’ll be okay?\u201d Fred asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. He’s Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think he’ll kill whoever hurt Cordelia?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. He’s Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cThe woman is Cordelia Chase?\u201d an astonished Giles asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYup.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you called Angel?\u201d Buffy shouted. \u201cWhat the hell is wrong with you? We don’t need him here. We can handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNews flash love. It’s been two weeks and the situation has yet to be handled. Besides, don’t you think calling Angel was the right thing? Don’t you think Angel might be concerned?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOver Cordelia?\u201d Xander asked. \u201cDoubtful. There’s only one person he ever cared about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cXander, that’s not fair,\u201d Dawn admonished. \u201cJust because she rightfully dumped you doesn’t mean you have the right to be a meanie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, I still think it was right,\u201d Spike defended. \u201cAnyway, if Angel has even an iota of feelings for the girl, he’ll come down here, hunt down whatever demon or other nasty hurt her, and he’ll kill it.\u201d Spike snorted loudly and moved to light a cigarette before realizing how close to Dawn he was.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlus, just because you’re not anxious to see your ex-lovey doesn’t mean the Poof can’t help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, since when have you defended Angel?\u201d Willow asked. \u201cIt’s okay, I mean, cause Angel’s a nice guy when he’s not all broody or homicidal.\u201d Her nose crinkled as she considered her statement. \u201c\u201cI’m not so sure now, because I don’t think I’ve seen him any other way.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sound of knocking at the Summers’ front door interrupted any further conversation. Dawn was the one who got up to answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel?\u201d<\/p>\n

The vampire stood there and shifted about anxiously. \u201cIt helps when I’m invited in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah, come in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel pushed past Dawn and strode into the living room. To the shock of everyone he immediately confronted Spike, ignoring all of them including Buffy. To his grandchilde he asked a simple question.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n

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