"Angel, ANGEL, get ya undead arse down here NOW!"
"What, what is it Delia?"
"Vision, Here you go Doyle, Single Malt and an Aspirin"
"Cheers princess, yay, my life just wouldn't be complete without those weekly visions now would it"
"DOYLE, what was in the vision?"
"Oh, sorry boss, mum, a redhead, a witch hunter and ...Sunnydale"
(Oh god it cant be)
"Did they give you a name?"
"Yeah, umm, Rosen, Rosenberg"
"Willow, oh my god, Willow was in your vision, Angel what do we do?"
"Get my car Delia, we're leaving now"
"Angel, man, it's 3pm, last time I looked you were still combustible!"
"were leaving NOW, no arguments, now help me with my weapons"
"Okay, okay, fine, go get the car then princes"
"Kay, be ready in five"
"Thanks D`"
Angel was already gathering the stuff he thought he might need. There was no way his little witch was gonna get hurt, he could feel himself begin to vamp out and every time he thought of what might have been happening to her he started to retch.
(I should have stayed, Id have been there for her, No you wouldn't you idiot, you never would have met Doyle and you'd have been even less prepared, But what if something happens to her, I couldn't live knowing she's gone. Then get your arse in gear)
Angel was so engrossed in the argument with his demon he didn't hear the horn honk.
"Angel man, come on, don`t want to keep the princess waiting do we"
"What, oh right, lets get gone"
With a blanket over his already smokeing body he bombed into the car and yelled,
"DRIVE"
And then they were gone in a squeel of tires and dust.
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Delia was worried, she and Willow had become a pair of unlikely bestfriends, when she`d left Sunnydale, she`d left haveing sorted everything out with her. Now they talked practically everyday, either via e-mail or on the phone, they told each other everything and the thought of something happening to the sweet redhead made her tummy do little flip floppy things. She prayed to whatever deitis that were listening to aid her friend.
From the seat next to her, Doyle gave a peircing shreek and she lost control of the car, it careered all over the road but she finally managed to get it under control and park up in a layby. The minute the car stopped Angel was out the back and round to Doyle. When he opened the door Doyle had his head in his hands and was swearing softly...
"Dolye, what was it? was it about Willow?"
"Yeah, and Angel, she`s scared witless, I can feel her fear like its my own, she`s petrified. The, and I use the term really loosely, man thats holding her is a very powerful sorcerer, I can feel it eminateing from him, he`s strong and I dont think he`s a nice guy. He wants to drain her power centre, her essence."
"How do I kill it?"
If you can get passed the wards and binding spells he has up then it should just be a case of simple beheading, but remember Angel, he`s strong, surprise is your best option."
"How did Willow feel?"
"Petriffied!"
"What does the draining take?"
"You dont wanna know, believe me"
Angel hurried Delia out of the drivers seat and gunned the engine into life, he was going to get to Willow or so help him he`d be greeting the sun.
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