The Seraph, Chapter 20/20
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maryperk73703Here's the end.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Angel fingered the wedding invitation. He and Connor never seemed to click the way that Angel wanted them too. The last time he had visited his son in Sunnydale, it had ended in a screaming match with Angel coming home with his tail tucked between his legs.
Angel didn’t even know Connor was dating anyone.
“Hey, sweetie.” Cordelia came over, and she sat on Angel’s lap. “What’s this?”
Angel showed Cordelia the invitation. “Connor’s getting married.”
“Who is he marrying?” Cordelia squinted at the small print. She wasn’t ready to admit she probably needed reading glasses. “Is it anyone we know?”
“Kit Holburn?”
Cordelia nodded. “That’s one of Dawn’s friends. A much better influence than that Janice girl according to Spike.”
“When did he tell you that?” Angel had a confused look on his face.
“While you were arguing with Connor, of course.” Cordelia took the invitation, and she hopped to her feet. She studied the time and date of the upcoming nuptials. “Now I need to go get a new dress.”
“But you just bought a whole bunch of new dresses,” Angel protested.
Cordelia gave Angel the evil eye. “None of them are for a wedding. Honestly, Angel. Sometimes you try me.” She strolled out of the room yelling for Fred.
Angel sighed. He didn’t want to go to Sunnydale, but he was sure he would be outvoted.
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Six Weeks Later
Angel sat in a pew with Cordelia, Lorne, Fred, and Gunn. His skin crawled being inside the church, but he wasn’t going to give Spike the satisfaction of showing his unease. It was just like Spike to revel in his discomfort, just like six years ago when the contractors showed up to remodel the Hyperion. Angel wasn’t happy to find out that Spike and Buffy had ‘magical ownership from another dimension’ of the hotel.
Two pews up and across the aisle, Wesley sat between Willow and Tara. Angel was surprised to see that both women were largely pregnant. Wesley himself was lean and tan. He grinned at Spike and Lawson before giving them a head nod. Then, Wesley put his arms around both of his females.
Groo was there too. He stood in the front of the church with Connor, acting as best man for the younger man. He looked good in his tuxedo. He acknowledged Angel and his friends when they arrived, but he no longer took time to interact with them. Groo had moved on from his love of his ‘queen’. Angel knew that the half demon was seriously courting Dawn Summers.
Everyone was settled, and the bridal march started. Two flower girls came down the aisle followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Soon, it was time for the bride and her father to appear.
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The Reception
Angel stood in the corner with a drink in his hand. Cordelia was busy dancing, and she refused to dance with him.
“Looks like I lost the bet,” Spike drawled. “I was sure you wouldn’t show up. Buffy said you would.”
Angel took a sip of his drink instead of speaking.
“I’ve been wanting to thank you, Gramps.”
Angel growled at the nickname.
“Yeah, thanks for alienating Cousin Wes,” Spike started.
Angel turned to Spike. “Why do you call him your cousin? No one has ever explained that.”
“Because his great grandfather was my cousin Meade,” Spike drawled. “Yes, I’m related to those bloody Watchers. Ain’t that a hoot?”
“Sure.” Angel gave Spike a sly look. “How’s the apocalypse business?”
Spike shrugged. “It was Cleveland’s turn to have the apocalypse. We’re not sippin’ drinks with a horde of Turok-han. So, it must have been averted.”
“What is a Turok-han?”
“Nasty wankers,” Spike grumbled. “Uglier than old Heinrich but not by much. Not quite as ugly as that Prince of Lies bloke.” Spike shuddered. “Do you remember those eyebrows?”
“You still haven’t explained a Turok-han,” Angel growled.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Last year during our apocalypse, the Slayer and I took a little trip down the Hellmouth. Ran into these butt ugly uber-vamps. We had a grand time slaying them.”
“Only you, William, would find joy inside the Hellmouth.”
“Buffy did too. Don’t let that sweet, innocent act fool ya, Peaches. The girl loves a good slay.” Spike glanced in the direction of Buffy, who was talking to RoseSeri and Ali Hassib. “That reminds me, Wolfram and Hart sent us an offer on the Hyperion. Buffy told them to shove it up their arses, of course, but they might try to cause trouble down your way.”
Angel grunted. “They always try to cause trouble.”
“RoseSeri, over there, plans on bearding the lion in its den. Be prepared for some fireworks.” Spike grinned when Buffy waved at him. “I must join my Slayer to toast the bride and groom.” He ambled off.
“I wish Wolfram and Hart would go to Quor’Toth,” Angel muttered. He jumped when a blue hand fell on his shoulder.
“That can be arranged.”
Angel sidestepped away from the demon. “Who are you?”
“D’Hoffryn, of course. Master of the vengeance demons is my trade. They grant wishes.” The tall goat-like demon had blue skin and horns.
“What’s the catch?”
“What makes you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always a catch.”
D’Hoffryn sighed. “You’re no fun.” He strolled off in the direction on Anya and Xander.
Angel decided it was time to go home. Sunnydale was just too weird for him. He went to wait in the car where he found several bundles of fur purring in the back seat. As soon as he slipped into the front seat, the creatures started to shriek high, shrill noises. Angel covered his ears.
“Well, chief, it seems like the El’birt’s don’t like you.” Lawson sauntered over, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He picked up one of the hairy, little demons which immediately started to coo and purr. “Isn’t that funny? Hey, Groo, there’s finally someone besides that old beau of Buffy’s that the Tribbles hate.”
“Take them away,” Angel gritted out from between clenched teeth.
Groo picked several of the El’birts up. “For a mighty champion, you’re not very stalwart.”
Lawson dropped the cigarette before he grabbed the last of the little demons, and he walked away with Groo. “Word of the day there?”
“Yep. Dawn says it makes me sound smart.”
“Of course she does,” Lawson snorted.
Angel watched the vampire he made and the half demon walk away, laughing and joking. Two best friends having the time of their lives. It occurred to Angel that everyone in Sunnydale had outgrown him, and he was stuck in a rut.
Situation normal.
The End
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Angel fingered the wedding invitation. He and Connor never seemed to click the way that Angel wanted them too. The last time he had visited his son in Sunnydale, it had ended in a screaming match with Angel coming home with his tail tucked between his legs.
Angel didn’t even know Connor was dating anyone.
“Hey, sweetie.” Cordelia came over, and she sat on Angel’s lap. “What’s this?”
Angel showed Cordelia the invitation. “Connor’s getting married.”
“Who is he marrying?” Cordelia squinted at the small print. She wasn’t ready to admit she probably needed reading glasses. “Is it anyone we know?”
“Kit Holburn?”
Cordelia nodded. “That’s one of Dawn’s friends. A much better influence than that Janice girl according to Spike.”
“When did he tell you that?” Angel had a confused look on his face.
“While you were arguing with Connor, of course.” Cordelia took the invitation, and she hopped to her feet. She studied the time and date of the upcoming nuptials. “Now I need to go get a new dress.”
“But you just bought a whole bunch of new dresses,” Angel protested.
Cordelia gave Angel the evil eye. “None of them are for a wedding. Honestly, Angel. Sometimes you try me.” She strolled out of the room yelling for Fred.
Angel sighed. He didn’t want to go to Sunnydale, but he was sure he would be outvoted.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Six Weeks Later
Angel sat in a pew with Cordelia, Lorne, Fred, and Gunn. His skin crawled being inside the church, but he wasn’t going to give Spike the satisfaction of showing his unease. It was just like Spike to revel in his discomfort, just like six years ago when the contractors showed up to remodel the Hyperion. Angel wasn’t happy to find out that Spike and Buffy had ‘magical ownership from another dimension’ of the hotel.
Two pews up and across the aisle, Wesley sat between Willow and Tara. Angel was surprised to see that both women were largely pregnant. Wesley himself was lean and tan. He grinned at Spike and Lawson before giving them a head nod. Then, Wesley put his arms around both of his females.
Groo was there too. He stood in the front of the church with Connor, acting as best man for the younger man. He looked good in his tuxedo. He acknowledged Angel and his friends when they arrived, but he no longer took time to interact with them. Groo had moved on from his love of his ‘queen’. Angel knew that the half demon was seriously courting Dawn Summers.
Everyone was settled, and the bridal march started. Two flower girls came down the aisle followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Soon, it was time for the bride and her father to appear.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The Reception
Angel stood in the corner with a drink in his hand. Cordelia was busy dancing, and she refused to dance with him.
“Looks like I lost the bet,” Spike drawled. “I was sure you wouldn’t show up. Buffy said you would.”
Angel took a sip of his drink instead of speaking.
“I’ve been wanting to thank you, Gramps.”
Angel growled at the nickname.
“Yeah, thanks for alienating Cousin Wes,” Spike started.
Angel turned to Spike. “Why do you call him your cousin? No one has ever explained that.”
“Because his great grandfather was my cousin Meade,” Spike drawled. “Yes, I’m related to those bloody Watchers. Ain’t that a hoot?”
“Sure.” Angel gave Spike a sly look. “How’s the apocalypse business?”
Spike shrugged. “It was Cleveland’s turn to have the apocalypse. We’re not sippin’ drinks with a horde of Turok-han. So, it must have been averted.”
“What is a Turok-han?”
“Nasty wankers,” Spike grumbled. “Uglier than old Heinrich but not by much. Not quite as ugly as that Prince of Lies bloke.” Spike shuddered. “Do you remember those eyebrows?”
“You still haven’t explained a Turok-han,” Angel growled.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Last year during our apocalypse, the Slayer and I took a little trip down the Hellmouth. Ran into these butt ugly uber-vamps. We had a grand time slaying them.”
“Only you, William, would find joy inside the Hellmouth.”
“Buffy did too. Don’t let that sweet, innocent act fool ya, Peaches. The girl loves a good slay.” Spike glanced in the direction of Buffy, who was talking to RoseSeri and Ali Hassib. “That reminds me, Wolfram and Hart sent us an offer on the Hyperion. Buffy told them to shove it up their arses, of course, but they might try to cause trouble down your way.”
Angel grunted. “They always try to cause trouble.”
“RoseSeri, over there, plans on bearding the lion in its den. Be prepared for some fireworks.” Spike grinned when Buffy waved at him. “I must join my Slayer to toast the bride and groom.” He ambled off.
“I wish Wolfram and Hart would go to Quor’Toth,” Angel muttered. He jumped when a blue hand fell on his shoulder.
“That can be arranged.”
Angel sidestepped away from the demon. “Who are you?”
“D’Hoffryn, of course. Master of the vengeance demons is my trade. They grant wishes.” The tall goat-like demon had blue skin and horns.
“What’s the catch?”
“What makes you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always a catch.”
D’Hoffryn sighed. “You’re no fun.” He strolled off in the direction on Anya and Xander.
Angel decided it was time to go home. Sunnydale was just too weird for him. He went to wait in the car where he found several bundles of fur purring in the back seat. As soon as he slipped into the front seat, the creatures started to shriek high, shrill noises. Angel covered his ears.
“Well, chief, it seems like the El’birt’s don’t like you.” Lawson sauntered over, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He picked up one of the hairy, little demons which immediately started to coo and purr. “Isn’t that funny? Hey, Groo, there’s finally someone besides that old beau of Buffy’s that the Tribbles hate.”
“Take them away,” Angel gritted out from between clenched teeth.
Groo picked several of the El’birts up. “For a mighty champion, you’re not very stalwart.”
Lawson dropped the cigarette before he grabbed the last of the little demons, and he walked away with Groo. “Word of the day there?”
“Yep. Dawn says it makes me sound smart.”
“Of course she does,” Lawson snorted.
Angel watched the vampire he made and the half demon walk away, laughing and joking. Two best friends having the time of their lives. It occurred to Angel that everyone in Sunnydale had outgrown him, and he was stuck in a rut.
Situation normal.
The End
