Past's Present Part 2

Kate rubbed her head and wished she hadn’t as a sharp pain shot through her body. The “thing” had come out of nowhere. It had killed three men before it turned it’s intentions to Kate. She tried to fire her gun but missed as the creature avoided the bullets. The rest she was unsure of. She had no idea where she was or even why this “thing” had kept her alive. But she knew one thing. She was very scared. For the first time in months she wished Angel was here.

Angel sighed as he asked Zack again “Are you sure this man is your father?” “Yes, I have told you a hundred times. My mother met him in England. He lived with her for 5 years. I was born the day he left her. But my mother was killed four months ago. I contacted something called 'The Watchers Council' and they said that my Father was called Wesley and that he lived in LA. I need his help to kill this thing that killed my mother.” Wesley froze in the office as he heard his name. He recognised that voice. Slowly he walked into Angel’s apartment. He felt the blood drain from his face as he looked at the child who sat there. He knew it was his son. “God Wesley I thought you would never show.” Cordellia said. “This boy is” “My son” Wesley interrupted. A heavy silence permeated the apartment, taking everyone hostage. No one knew what to say. It lasted for three very long minutes. Suddenly like a hammer to glass Zack broke it. “Are you Wesley?” he whispered, holding back the tears. “Yes.” Wesley paused slightly “I am also your Father. Please come with me” “Wesley” Angel intervened. “Angel, I know you are trying to help me but please butt out!” Wesley snapped as he grabbed the boy and stormed out of Angel Investigations.
His past had found him. A past he hoped to hide forever. The car journey was fraught for both Zack and Wesley. Neither spoke. Neither knew what to say. A thousand thoughts ran through both their heads. Summoning all his courage Zack spoke. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured our first meeting.” He joked. “What? Oh yes. Me neither.” “You mean you were planning on finding me?” “I would rather not talk about this now.” Wesley said hoping to avoid this conversation. “Well when? I mean. I have waited 17 years to speak you! You are my Father. I have hidden, robbed and lied to get here. I want to know why. I want to know how. I want..” The tears started to roll down his cheeks. Tears of both anger and frustration. All of his plans for this conversation ruined. But he had started so he would finish, “ I want to know you.” “It was a very complicated situation. I think it would be best if we waited until I get home before I tell you what happened. Please. I will explain everything. I promise you.”

Kate had become used to the darkness now, and the smell. She knew she was near the sewers. She also knew that the creature had a name. Anaid. She had found out a lot, she knew it had no intention of killing her hich raised even more fear. What did it want with her? As Anaid entered the room Kate was being held in she smelled the woman’s fear. It made her sad. She liked the woman, but she was being paid to keep her hostage. She had not asked why. Wolfram and Hart were big employers in the underworld. Anaid knew that if she did this job correctly she would be under full employment. “Can I get you anything, mortal?” She asked. “What do you want with me?” Was the reply. “I cannot tell you.” “Why?” “Is there anything you would like?” “Yeah my freedom.” “You would be free when I capture your boyfriend. The vampire and his friend the psychic.” The creature answered and suddenly wished she hadn’t. “Angel?” Kate whispered to her self as Anaid left. But the psychic? It suddenly hit Kate. Angel had once mentioned that his idiot friend Cordelia was able to see the future. What would they want with her? Kate could only ponder and plan. She had to help them, even the idiot Cordelia.

Zack had been asleep for over an hour. Wesley swallowed another mouthful of the burning liquid. Whisky, his “crisis drink”. He knew he had to get his son away from here. Looking round the apartment he focused on his desk. There lay the manuscript. “Shit” Wesley said out loud. In all the drama he had forgotten to tell Angel what he had found out. He had been up all of the previous night translating a smaller chunk. But the sheer size of the manuscript meant that it would be months before it was fully understandable. Walking to the phone he called Angel. He was there in 20 minutes. “I have more news about your destiny Angel” Wesley said as soon as Angel entered. “What?” “I know that you are a large piece in a much larger picture. The children are one part. A psychic is another.” Wesley stopped. “ Are you okay?” Angel didn’t like to see his friend like this. “A woman with a steel exterior and the son of a Watcher.” Again he stopped. “Wesley, what will they do?” “They will stop Armageddon.” “Who will start the Armageddon Wesley? Do you know?” “A man with a pure heart and Wolfram and Hart.” Zack walked into the room as Wesley said this. He still hadn’t showered and was feeling groggy. “I am the son of a Watcher.” As soon as he said an arrow few in through the window. In a second Angel ran and pushed him out of the way. The arrow hit the vase beside him. The games had begun.