Tremors of the Past

John stretched a little as his eyes rolled open. Angel lay silently in their bed, lying on her right side, the sheets pulled up over her front and then it dropped down sharply down her side, something seemed to show on her left hip, barely peeking out from under the sheet. John sat up a little, rubbing his eyes from sleep and as he scratched the top of his head and moved over to kiss Angel, his hand felt something...odd on her hip.

He caught her wrist gently. "Is it, really? Why did the scar or brand decide to show itself now?" He blushed a little. "I've seen your body well enough with other small scars, but I don't remember *that* one."

She gently kissed him before sliding out of bed, pulling a robe on. John sighed, looking at her. She smiled softly at him as she started to go downstairs. She stopped and turned, looking at him. "Want anything?"

With a smile, she moved to the bed, dropping the robe before crawling onto the bed again, pressing close to him, nuzzling his throat a bit. He wrapped his strong arms around her, trying to ignore his worries for her. She gently kissed his neck, a few times and he felt her fangs grazing over his flesh gently, but never tearing the skin. He shivered a little from the anticipation. More and more her fangs moved over his flesh, every now and then he felt the tips dragging over the skin, not breaking the skin though. He swallowed hard, trying to keep a level head, but failed. Slowly, he felt her climb atop him as she whispered in his ear, "Do you trust me?"

She lifted his hand to her mouth, moving his index finger into her mouth as she sat up. She gently sucked on it a bit before a fang gently pierced the middle of the finger, not deep, just a small puncture. He winced slightly, but watched her. She gently sucked on the finger a bit more as the sheets were moved from them. He swallowed hard as his free hand rested on her hip. "Doesn't hurt so bad."

She smiled softly as she let his hand go, there was barely any damage to it except a pin point sized wound. She leaned down to kiss him deeply, a few drops of his blood on her lips. He returned it, exploring her mouth.

Angel smiled down at John as she leaned down, her lips moving to his throat, but not really wanting to leave a showing mark, she moved down to his left arm that could be covered by a t-shirt sleeve. Carefully she sank fangs into the flesh, holding his arm still so he wouldn't move and cause more damage. She was trying to make it as painless as she could, slowly sinking fangs into his skin and tissue, just going deep enough to find a large enough supply of blood before she gently sucked upon the wound. He made a small sound, probably a moan as she fed.

She rested her bare form against his as she gently sucked upon the wound, her tongue gently pressed to the skin beside the wound, causing a bit more blood to surface. John's eyes rolled a bit from the pleasure. As she softly suckled upon the wound, her fangs extracted from the flesh, a hand traveled down his body to his lower region, exploring a bit. He leaned his head back against the pillows, baring his neck to the world. She trailed faint bloody kisses up his chest and neck, licking her lips before she kissed his gently, her hips moving against his. Lazily, his arms wrapped around her loosely as he nibbled on her lip gently before kissing her softly.

He smiled slightly. She smiled softly, as she gently kissed him. He rubbed her back softly as he returned it. She purred softly as she rested against him, her lips had moved down to his throat, placing feather light kisses to his neck. His lips twitched as he took in a deep breath of her scent before nipping gently at her own neck. She tilted her head to the side a bit as he nipped at her, smiling softly. He looked at her briefly and offered a small meow. She smiled at him mischievously as a hand dropped to a certain part of his anatomy, and grabbed gently. John took in a short gasp, and squeak softly, but continued on with nipping at her neck, or licking it.

As he licked/nipped her neck, she kissed his, her hand moving over that external organ gently. He rolled on top of her and kissed her firmly. She smiled as she returned the kiss, her arms moved over his shoulders. He bent his head low, trailing kisses from her throat and downwards slowly. She laid her head back against the pillows, her eyes closed. When he got down to the southern reigns, he came back up slowly, kissing her with cool kisses. She smiled, purring gently. His hands went to work on her northern reigns gently, as he made sure the robe was fully opened again. She purred a bit more, gently biting her lower lip. Kissing her on the lips, his hand motions switched from rough to soft, only to prepare her for more fun. She kissed him a bit deeper, holding him close to her.

John, not surprisingly, was tuckered out, and was holding Angel close to him as he slept. She smiled softly, gently brushing back a strand of hair from her face, she carefully placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Despite that he continued to sleep on, he did look like he smiled ever so slightly. Angel carefully untangled herself from him and the sheets as she went to the bathroom to take a shower, after she closed the door, she turned on the water. Alone, fiery eyes glanced down to her hip were the brand was remembering the pain of it, and now knowing she had to be more careful.

She closed her eyes as she remembered how Talos's guards held her down on a table as the dungeon operator came towards her with the sparking, red iron, steaming and smoking. Talos had stood off to the side, grinning in satisfaction, as he would have finally killed her. The guard with the iron had told the others to hold her still as he had suddenly plunged the iron onto her hip. Angel winced remembering the pain of the hot iron burning her flesh and tissue, bleeding and stinging.

They had bled her for five days, starving her, seeing how long she would last without feeding and with the loss of blood. The guards had made bets on how long she would last. Talos occasionally went down to the dungeon to watch her suffer, make offers, to lead his army, to be his slave, all for relief, and because of her pride, she refused.

"Angel...?" John murmured softly, then rubbed his eyes and pushed himself off the bed and wandered out of the bedroom after slipping on sweatpants to find Angel. He found her in the bathroom.. "Angel? Hon, what's wrong?"

His arms slowly dropped to his sides. "Of course." He smiled at her, letting her know that he took no offense, even though he felt hurt that she didn't feel comfortable talking to him about her problems. "Give me a few seconds and I'll have her on the phone, ok hon? "

"I can handle myself...but the other two, even Nick, I don't know about." V stood up suddenly in a smooth motion, ignoring Nick's look. "How long do you think it'll take both of you to come over?"

John dressed in proper clothes as Angel grabbed what she needed. He waited for her at the door. Angel got dressed quickly, black all around. Black jeans, black tank, black combat boots, and black leather jacket near the front door, tossed some extra clothes into a bag along with several books. She also grabbed her sword and several daggers that were tucked into random places upon her.

She stepped out of the loft carefully, tossing the keys to the door to John, glancing around with hellish yellow eyes. As they made their way to the vehicle, John was always careful and quiet. She climbed into the passenger side of the jeep, bag in the floor board.

John slipped into the driver's seat and after starting the jeep, pulled out into the road. Angel kept a constant gaze about them as John drove the jeep towards V's house. When they were in distance of V's home, they would see her standing outside, dressed in leather pants, a silk Chinese shirt over a leotard. Her hair was pulled back in a long, tight braid that trailed down a little below her waist. Angel smiled and relaxed very little. John pulled up and parked as V walked over to the jeep, and John realized that she was armed, and was sure that she had more weapons in concealed spots.

The lights were on low and Nick was loading a few of his pistols, guns, and rifles when the trio came past the threshold. Once inside, Angel sheathed the sword once more, setting the bag by the door. John took a seat on one of the couch's armrests and looked at the others quietly.

Angel shook her head lightly. "Because of the type of magic used on the brand itself... it will heal as if I'm human. I'll be defenseless for a while, a few weeks at best. The scar tissue can't be more than a quarter of an inch deep."

Angel nodded softly as she pulled her sharper straight edged dagger from inside her jacket after peeling it off. She then went into the kitchen, digging out a pot and filling it with water. Setting that on the stove to boil. John slid off the sofa's arm and followed Angel. Angel wasn't paying attention as she stared at the water that started to bubble.

Whether you like it or not... it needs to be done." She looked down, turning back to the pot with the dagger. When her hand grabbed the hilt, her hand steamed from the hot metal. Her jaw set as she pulled the blade out, holding it up a bit to the light, her reflection showing on the blade. He winced inwardly, knowing it had to hurt.

She walked past him and towards Nick and V, steaming blade in hand. Nick grimaced at the steam rising from her hand, but led her back to a backroom quietly. Angel carried the cleaned blade as she followed, keeping a steady gaze ahead of her.:

"Great. "He shook his head at her. "You might get a cookie from this." He turned serious. V...wants to take as much pain from you, as she can...which means something about that, you being her kid, or whatever that other term is, she can do a mind thing, putting you in like a coma state while it's being done. She said it's harmless."

She went upstairs and to the bathroom to change from the leather pants to the towel, which she wrapped securely about her waist. John was looking uncomfortable as he waited, leaning against a wall, Nick tried to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, but Nick knew better than to believe John's quick nods.

Angel smiled some as she tossed her leather pants to John, before moving towards V. V shook her head silently as she moved to the head of the table. Angel walked silently to the table, then pulling herself up onto it, feeling the cold metal against her flesh.:

V strayed outside the room and came back in with some herbs and the thick text book of Angel's along with a smaller and skinner book which was part of V's collection. Angel looked at the things V had brought in, then glanced over at John.

John came over reluctantly and did as he was requested. V applied something powered that smell of lilacs around the brand, and then something slightly cold, and again with the powdery contents. She glanced back at the book John was holding as she grabbed the bag of herbs. Angel sighed softly as she tried to relax: V started to recite a chant in old Latin text as she decorated the brand with a few herbs. As she did this, her eyes were set on the brand intently. Angel winced some as it started to burn slightly. A rough translation for what V is speaking.

Angel winced more as the brand burned a bit, reversing in its stages to its first appearance so many years ago... the fresh burn into flesh, the sizzling skin, the bleeding. She tried to keep a scream of pain in, dear gods it hurt! With the pain her vampiric nature was brought out, fangs showing, and eyes, when open... their ever hellish yellow. V watched Angel carefully as she continued with the chanting. Nick moved up closer, awaiting for his part in all this to fall through.

At V's nod, Nick stepped up next to the table as V moved towards the head of it and put her hands on Angel's forehead and dived into her protégé's mind to ease the pain as Nick went to work. As Va'Shanna hid the pain from her, Angel's form relaxed, almost to a sleeping state. John watched in horror as Nick silently cut Angel's flesh with the brand carefully. He swallowed hard, seeing blood, Angel's blood ooze out from her hip. As Angel had guessed, the brand was a little less than half an inch deep, a good chunk from her hip. She lay there upon the table motionless, an arm hanging off the edge of the table. By the time Nick finished, his hands were well coated with Angel's blood, as well as the table. He asked John to get him a glass jar, and John did, more than happy to leave the blood scene even if it was just for a second or two. Nick put the flesh with the brand in the jar, then washed his hands and started to patch up Angel's hip with gauze and medical tape.

Nick grimaced then wrapped a bandage around angel's waist to keep the gauze and such secure and in place. V slowly, ten minutes after Angel was cleaned up, recoiled out of Angel's mind and her eyes opened. V blinked a little, feeling dizzy, but it quickly wore off. She looked down at her daughter's face, then at the other two, nodding at Nick, letting him know he had done well. Angel slowly woke, wincing some when she tried to move, and opted to just lie there for a while. Blue eyes looked around her at the others before asking softly. "Is it off?"

With a low sigh, V gently picked Angel up and started out the door. Over her shoulder, she called to John, "I'm going to set her up in the living room, I'll check back on you in a few minutes, all right?"

V disappeared into the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later, a pitcher of blood and a glass. "I warmed it up a little for you, thought it'd be a little better then icy cold." She poured her a glass of the liquid and gave it to her.

Angel smiled softly thinking about poor John, the only one out of the bunch who couldn't stand the sight of blood. Speaking of blood, she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a few more sips of the blood. It took ten minutes before V talked John out of holding onto the walls for dear life and to step out of his own vomit. She told him to wash himself up as she went back into the living room and looked at Angel.

She smiled and started to laugh, then winced some as she held her side. V disappeared upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. John opened the door enough to receive his pants and muttered thanks before shutting the door. Shaking her head, V came back down stairs and yawned.

V smiled back as her eyes dropped to look at her watchface. It's been almost forty-five minutes now...and he's still not back." she whispered to herself, although to Angel's ears, it was as if V was speaking normally.

V shook her head. "I'm sure he is. Nick is a strong willed guy." She stood up and walked over to her phone and called Nick's cell. She frowned as it continued to ring before his voicemail picked it up. She left a message for Nick to call her back before she hung up.

Angel looked up towards the door quickly, a brow raised. She started to get up but failed and leaned back. V rushed towards the door and opened it only to find an arrow with a piece of paper stuck through it. She glanced around, but saw nor smelt anything or one. She picked up the arrow and came back inside, closing the door. She leaned against a wall, her eyes narrowing as she smelt blood with the paper.

I know you have the girl, I know you are helping the girl. You want your companion back, we make a trade. The mortal man for the girl, Angel. You have four hours to decide, or the man dies, and we take the girl by force.

"A week?" V shook her head. "I can't chance it. I may've never faced this Talos in person...but I'm sure like everyone else they'll love to torture you. And what if he's already dead? No…he's not dead. Just hurt." V's eyes hardened. She knew if Nick was really dead, she would've felt it.

"Va'Shanna..." An Irish accent filtered through. "Mother... let me do this for you. Nick is the closest thing to a father I have. I don't want to put him in anymore danger, not when I know there is a chance to save him. You two have done so much for me…just trade me."

"Any where from fifty to maybe a hundred? Kyle has a large pack with Liz here in New York. I know another pack in the Bronx. In the Bronx, that alone would amount at least a hundred, with their mates recently rescued from a lab...what are you thinking?"

"No! He must learn. If he cannot break my arm, there is no way for him to go up against Talos. I am strong, but Talos is a thousand times by age and strength." Her eyes flashed. "Do not hesitate! Why do you hesitate? Talos will most likely use anything and everyone against you."

John shook his head, backing down. He wouldn't hurt his brother's wife, no matter what she was. V looked at him and reached out to touch his shoulder. "And that is what makes you weak. You're still innocent and human. You are something I've lost a long time ago, and it will take animals to bring down this evil." She looked at Angel.

/Angel, have a talk with him. Nick will never forgive anyone or me if we allow John to fight and he dies. This is dangerous ground you're playing with,/ V sent as she backed out of the living room and used the phone in the kitchen.

She lifted his chin up as she leaned over gently, pressing her lips to his softly. He returned the kiss, closing his eyes briefly. "If you are really gonna cut me out of this, promise to come back to me..."

V came back out from the kitchen and stopped in her tracks, seeing them smooching. She waited five minutes, then cleared her throat loudly. Angel smiled as she looked up at V after she broke the kiss with John.

"Yes, but as we all know...I am no longer a Priest since my unfortunate change." That caused V's mouth to drop open before she recovered. "And...well...this is Nick and Angel we're talking about. I'll do anything for them."

"Thank you." She took the book and setting it on her lap gently, she flipped through the pages, looking for a certain one. After finding what she was looking for, she handed the book to him. "Can you read this?"

He wrinkled his nose a little, feeling unsure of himself as he bookmarked the page and searched for another. She relaxed into the couch, closing her eyes. As silence descended in the living room, a sudden loud pounding at the door quickly broke the stillness. Va'Shanna had emerged from her bedroom now dressed in basically a black, form fitting, sleeveless polyester catsuit with two holes to bare her pelvic bond and a chain like belt connected to the holes, knee high boots with low, thick heels. Her hair had been pulled back in a tight plait which she had twisted into a bun to keep it off her shoulders.

Angel was glad to get upstairs; normally she wouldn't have been embarrassed to walk around strangers with just a shirt and undergarments on, but now she was. Once upstairs, she would have rummaged through her bag looking for something to wear that she could wear to fight and yet wouldn't kill her side. She settled for a pair of black stretch pants that clung to her legs but the elastic about the waist was gone so it was a bit looser.

And slowly she walked to the door, and with a grip on the railing of the stairs she slowly made her way down, staying on her right leg to take as much as she could off her left side. John followed behind her. Angel slowly came into view on the stairs with John close behind her. The voices downstairs seemed to have quieted down a little and many pairs of eyes heaved on Angel and John.

"Not just you. Hopefully with an army of Weres. Talos rules with the strength of his army. His demons if you will. Easily killed. But it is your choice to fight or not. I'm simply asking for help. Help to save Va'Shanna's husband."

"Army of weres? You're dumber than you look! There's no way you can get us all to join as one, not by a long shot. There's more weres besides us, and things like the cats and against a God's demons?!"

"He rules through his army. When they are gone... or shown that a force... more powerful then them is presented, they will disperse. Talos's power comes from how many lives he controls... the more that are lost... or the more that change their loyalty, the weaker he is, till he is no better than a mortal."

V cleared her throat. "Currently at this time the location of Nick and the god are unknown. We have three hours left, at the maximum to go through with this or not. If you do not want to fight, I understand, and I'd like those who will NOT fight, to leave now."

"The other werewolf Alpha with the Bronx. He, like my pack, are the top three groundshakers in the state of New York. He betrayed us all." Kyle's eyes seemed to overshadow for a moment. "Only for a vampire, would I do this for."

She looked down a moment, then as she brushed back a few golden strands from her face, she lifted the glass of blood to her lips, drinking some from it. The front door was pushed opened and at least twelve females were mangled in with the new were crowd. Fiery light blue eyes looked over the rim of the glass at the newcomers; the glass's contents were drained. Least to say, the living room was getting very crowded. With the more wolves in the room, Angel gently pulled John closer to her.

A tall black man emerged himself from the crowd and to where V, Angel, Kyle, and John were. He had long dred locks and wore red sunglasses with deep chocolate eyes looked out from. "Connor Slith, at your service." He cocked his head at Angel and John. "I smell kitty cats."

There was a long silence before a young girl in her late teens moved up, and two men followed her. Angel looked at the three, praying this was not the only ones that weren't wolves. Slowly, when they gained confidence, there were at least a good dozen of leopards and two were-tigers.

Again, silence. The young girl tapped Angel's shoulder and pointed out four that were still hiding in the crowd. She smiled at the girl, then looked up at the four, motioning for them to come forward. Reluctantly, they came forward, heads lowered.

Angel looked down before pushing down the side of the pants and the bandage over her hip, dipping a nail into the pooling blood, then after covering the wound again, she lifted the nail up. Turning it upside down so that the bead of blood soon dropped from the nail, it vanished.

"Upstairs again…" she told John, slowly making her way through the masses and towards the stairs again. All the weres were quiet and watchful as John assisted her upstairs. After they were out of sight of the others, Angel sighed heavily and leaned more on him, looking for the doors.

John looked at all of the weights, the fencing blades and other swords, the mats. Angel closed her eyes as she slowly started to go through stretches, warm-ups. He sat down on a bench and watched Angel. She fell a few times, a hand over her hip as she grimaced in pain, slowly climbing to her feet to start over again. John cheered her on quietly After a while, Angel was able to move without falling, to balance, and gradually, picked up pace within her movements. John quietly observed her. After stretches were certain, Angel forced herself into a run which was suppose to wind up in a front flip, but just wound up with her on the floor. "Ow!"

He kissed her forehead. She lifted her head so that her lips meet his. He kissed her urgently. She slipped into the kiss, with it going deeper, her arms slipping up around his neck. He smirked slightly as he continued to kiss her.

She slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, after peeling out of her clothes, and noticing her bag was still in there, she took a rag and washed up real quick like she said before dressing once more. This time when Angel came back downstairs, she was encased in black leather, leather pants that held to her tightly, but allowed her movement, a black, soft leather halter also clung to her thin frame, excentuation curves. Golden hair was pulled back into a french braid, shorter strands of gold lay in wisps about her cheeks. Which earned her some howls and made John glare at them as he trailed behind Angel. Before dropping her bag by the staircase, she removed her calf high boots of soft, black leather and a few daggers.

Fiery light blue eyes looked about the weres about them as she leaned back against the couch, then her attention moved to Kyle and V. John rested his hands on Angel's shoulders. She looked up at him, smiling softly.

He nodded shortly. With that, Angel pulled a viel from inside her halter, filled with a crimson liquid. "This will allow you to follow. For those who can do spells....stabilize and expand it as you would a portal."

Angel looked V, pouting in the way she does when she usually gets what she wants. As they waited in the uncomfortable stillness, John started to work out the tension in her shoulders. Angel closed her eyes and started to purr softly as John did so. V sat down on the armrest of the sofa and slipped into deep thought, thinking of how beat up Nick must be at the moment. Angel suddenly stood up, fiery eyes staring at the door before a growl escaped her and a hellish yellow took the place of blue in her eyes. V looked up, hearing Angel move.

V nodded as she walked, looking around still. Two small bon fires were lit and burning in the darkness. Angel followed close beside V, looking about for those who would have had Nick, and within a few minutes, they would have found a group of burly, ugly, demons, and amongst them, a form on the ground of a man. V gritted her teeth tightly together as she studied the body and she looked at the demons.

"...you'd take your life if this one is killed? I highly doubt that... but as you wish. This other is quiet amusing." With a hand raised, Nick's form was lifted from the ground and sent at Va'Shanna.

V backed up some, not liking to desert anyone, but she had to fold her cards this time. She hovered in the air and soared upwards, looking down at Angel and the others. Before the group were out of V's sight, Angel had pulled that dagger in an attempt to take at least one down, and then... she was surrounded and held. Talos looked on as one of his guards fell, then looked to the vampire.

V shook her head as she hurried back to her house with Nick. The other weres were waiting for her when she got back and one of the werewolves that had some medical training eased herself over to V and told her she'd take care of Nick. V looked at all of them. "It's begun."

John glared as she jump down from the tree and poured a few drops on the ground in a circle. Marckus fell beside her and extended his hands where the blood had been dropped as he worked his magic. As the two weaved their magic to form that precious portal that was like a wormhole, spreading across long expansions to another place, it sprung to life. A glowing circle of red rose from the ground twirling within itself to connect to the other side, once it was alive, it moved to stand on its side, 6.5 feet in diameter, strangely enough, a salty wind swept from it's dark confounds, the smell of the ocean, as did the sounds of night.

Kyle strayed away from the small group aways and release a wild, and loud howl, which sounded just like a wolf's. John blinked, amazed he was able to do it in human form. Within minutes they were surround by the other weres, except for the doctor of course and two others that were left to guard her and the injured Nick. Va'Shanna was also present, which surprised John.

"Now is that anyway for a lady to talk? Learn to speak cleaner." Talos grinned as he rose from his seat next to the table that Angel was chained to. "I have the strangest feeling of deja vu, don't you? Now why is that? Oh yes... because this was the same table you were chained to when we caught you after killing my son!"

"Drop dead, bastard." Angel hissed out at him, but was meet with a blade cutting into her side, then holy water being poured into that open wound. This act sent up a scream from her, one that echoed throughout the castle and the land around it.

He nodded and watched her as she stepped through the portal. Kyle whistled loudly and motioned for the weres to start going through, him and Connor being the last to enter. And with a glorious flash, the portal closed behind them.

When the weres and Va'Shanna would have emerged from the portal, they would find themselves indeed near the coast, a warm breeze blew, a familiar scent to Va'Shanna, not quite the smell of Ireland... but something similar to Scotland. They stood onto top of a cliff that over looked the rocky shore below, the crashing of waves upon those rocks could be heard. Birds called to one another as they rode the currents of the wind. Grassy hills rolled below them in the country side, and off in the distance, beyond a set of trees, the peeks of a castle could be seen, and once more from that castle came a blood curdling scream of pain.

Kyle nodded in agreement and started to spilt the weres up, making the first five groups to go in the strongest, then evened the rest out with strong and weak ones. Himself, V, and Connor were the leaders. They moved as V told them, swift and quietly:

Talos smiled down at Angel as she screamed once more, eyes tightly closed, blonde hair matted with blood. "You know my dear...if you would just do what I say...let me rule you...all this pain can stop. "

"Not... likely." Angel spit towards Talos, it landing on his boot. And with a wave of his hand, another cut was made into her flesh, and holy water following it, this time on her cheek. And with it another scream as she lay there in agony, cuts along her stomach, arms and legs, steaming from the holy water.

Within a few more moment, another scream of pain came from the castle, birds took flight from the trees around it. V took out her sais quietly as they grew within distance of the castle. V motioned a few groups to look around the perimeter of the castle, and two others the other direction. Two groups were left to back her and the two Ulfrics up. She always liked going through the front door. Always seemed much more exciting.

And from within the castle, armed demons and guards rushed out to meet the intruders. As V vamped out, the two Ulfrics transformed into their animal beings, each reaching a height between eight to nine feet. And then... the demons attacked the groups, swords and such in hand.

They each took their fill of demons to slaughter. V would fight with her sais, moving at rapid vampire speed, going for throats and hearts, or even breaking necks with her barehands. The weres, especially the wolves basically tore the demons bodies apart.

And as they fought, they pushed their attacks so they would gain access inside of the castle. Like Angel said earlier, the demons were easily killed. And within minutes, the castle was breached by vampire and weres.

Kyle howled some, then back up for a running start before running towards the door. Using his were strength, he easily made a nice, big, hole in the door, and tumbled in, hitting the floor hard with a roll. V crouched a little as she entered the newly made hole and looked around.

The one guard there ran at the two Katanas in each hand, with every intent to slice him. Va'Shanna had interjected with a forward flip and kicked the guard hard in the side of his head with her foot. And what was disgusting was that her boot went into the head, and the thing dropped, leaving goo all over her boot and leg:

V frowned a little as she shook her leg a bit to free it from the head. When that didn't work, she stepped on the body a little to give herself leverage and pulled her leg out. Kyle rolled up and was on all fours and stared at Talos and Angel, snarling lowly. Angel looked terrible chained to the table, steaming cuts all over, the cuts at times with blisters. Talos just stood over her, holding a bottle of holy water, a good amount, the doctor was dead in the corner.

Talos's free hand dropped to Angel's cheek, and with a talon, cut it open, during this, crimson eyes watched the others. Angel cringed, as the talon dug into her cheek, great another wound! V's hand brushed against Kyle's fur slightly as her lip curled slightly.

Then her hand slipped away from the werewolf and she ran at full speed towards Talos with vampiric speed and knocked Talos over and down to the ground. And then she'd start punching him in the face with quick, hard movements. As Talos fell, the bottle smashed against the table that Angel was laying on, the water seeping under her soaking into her clothing and burning her flesh, hands in bloody fists, Angel cringed and tried not to scream as the water burner her. He grabbed her hand and tossed her to the side at one point after taking a few hits.

V ran back to him and kicked him squarely in the jaw, sending him flying backwards. He jumped back up on it after a moment and went back breaking the chains, nipping Angel's wrists and ankles every now and then. Talos hit the wall behind him, causing stone to crumble, a growl from him and he was running at V, on his way... pushing Kyle back off the table before punching at V.

Talos took a step back with that hit, spitting blood to the side, so gods do bleed. With a growl Angel grabbed the table edge to pull herself up, oh this bastard was going to die. She looked around for a sword, anything to gut him with.

Taking a few hits before he grabbed her feet, hauling her off her feet, tossing her into the wall he hit earlier. Angel found a rusted sword off to the side, she pointed to it in hopes that the wolf would get it for her. V hissed in pain as her back came in contact with the wall rather hard. She crumbled to the floor and stayed there for a few moments, dazed.

Kyle stared at Angel for a few moments, trying to comprehend what she was motioning for, then saw the object. He padded on his paws towards it, and put his mouth around the hilt of it and dragged it back. Little pebbles from the stone would have fallen atop her, nothing to harm her just broken stone that was crushed from Talos and then her hitting the wall.

She spat out some blood and winced as she yanked out a tooth. "Oh man... You're gonna pay for that. Do you know how long it took me to preserve these teeth over the centuries?!" She pushed herself up.

And she did lean against her, but did manage to walk some. Angel's hip wound from the brand was bleeding quite heavily as were several other wounds that stood open because of the holy water that contaminated the wound.

She nodded as they started to exit the castle, where all the weres were waiting, recovering from minor wounds. She looked at the weres, smiling a bit that they were okay, but continued to lean against V, wincing some as a wound on her leg was hurting. When they were out, Kyle transformed to his human form and rather very bare.

"Damnit... screw this…" Angel slowly moved from V, falling to the ground, biting into her wrist, tearing the flesh, scattering it on the ground before her and with a weak effort, started a portal that fluctuated badly. But it would show at V's home enough to let them know to stabilize it there.

Back at home, the magick users saw this and started talking as they went to strength it. As this happened, V looked around and told the weres to go in. "Kyle, take Angel, I'll make sure the rest makes it."

Kyle scooped Angel up in his arms as he entered the portal. And all the others entered, and V clenched her teeth together as the sun started to rise more. With the two three weres, she grabbed them roughly and threw them as she followed behind them.

Soon, the uncrowded living room of the house was crowded with bodies. Had Angel been awake, she probably would have been complaining about how much she hurt. V groaned, realizing that she had been trapped under several bodies. "Get off of me!"

Kyle and John had moved Angel upstairs to a guest bedroom to clean her up and bandaged her up as well. They would've probably just covered her with the blankets and sheets of the bed when that task was done, until they could talk to V for some clothes to borrow that would be loose enough.

He came back in a few minutes with a glass and small pitcher in hand. He put them down on top of a dresser and poured some in a glass. Then, moving back over to Angel, he put the glass down for a moment and helped her sit up before handing it to her. She groaned some after sitting up, but then took the glass and sipped at the blood; finally replacing the blood in her body.