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No One Knows	By : SisterWine Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shade Tree Motel
Lindsey opened the door and let her enter first, after checking to make sure the single room was empty. Flipping the light switch on, he closed the door behind him as he watched her glance around the room. With a quick check of the parking lot, from the side of the window, he cleared his throat and placed his keys on the table. "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, or anything?" It had been a low-rent motel that bordered between seedy and "doable" but, he hadn't cared, as long as it kept him hidden, he was fine with it.
Jadera smiled a casual smile and sat down on the side of the bed, protruding from the far left wall. "I'm fine, Lindsey. I am curious, though. The Zanzei Priests sent their minions for you. You are still being hunted by Wolfram & Hart, that much is true. The other group of people, lead by the vampire, intrigues me. What does he want with you? Wolfram & Hart minion, as well?" It had been the eye contact with Angel that told her different but she needed confirmation, from him.
Shaking his head and answering with a low, "no", Lindsey moved to sit beside her on the bed. "Look, I know you don't normally what you do, in these conditions, but I need you to do that thing, to me." Part of him was terrified of her charms while the other part had been desperate enough to ask her for it. He could feel the effects of the first enchantment wearing off and knew he would soon be out in the open for his old firm to find him. He also knew she had the resources to keep him hidden.
Jadera's expression flattened. "This is not a good idea. I can keep you safe, yes but, what you are asking me to do is--"
"I know." Turning away from her, Lindsey stared at the wall, to his right. When he turned back, their eyes met as a breath escaped him. "I can feel it coming back. All of it. This pain. I don't want it, anymore."
Jadera was confused. "Pain? Lindsey, this is your humanity. This is a precious thing, not something you can get back, once you've discarded it."
"Humanity." Lindsey scoffed. "You know what having a soul gets you, in L.A.? Stepped on. Save a few kids, think you're doing the right thing and all the while, the people that can really help you make up your mind and lead you away from temptation-- the same people going through the same damn struggle you are, only wish to shove you back to the arms that want to destroy you. There was a right choice. A choice to be apart of the 'good' but, they didn't want me."
"So, you believed Holland."
Lindsey stiffened. "Manipulative bastard."
"He was." Jadera nodded. "Lindsey, I keep you in my favour, not just because you showed potential, but because you are the only one that has a good soul. If I take that away from you, you will be left with a void that will never heal. Do you really want this?" She had hoped he would say no, again. It hadn't taken an empath to know he had been hurt, in more ways than one, and was begging for the pain to cease. She waited for a few minutes and let him mull it over before asking again. "Are you sure you want this?"
Nodding, Lindsey kept eye contact with her. "Yes."
Jadera nodded, containing her heartbreak. "Remove your shirt and lie down. Arms at your sides, palms up." Her voice went hollow as she instructed him, standing up and moving away to give him privacy, her back to him. Once he indicated he was ready, she turned around and walked the few steps back to kneel on the floor, beside the bed, facing him. "When I finish, you will feel weak. Like the life has been drained from you. You will need to rest. It may or may not take a few days."
Pushing himself up, onto his elbows, Lindsey gave her a quizzical expresson. "What about you? Won't it--?"
"I'll be fine. It will take more from you, than it will from me. Lie back." Inhaling and closing her eyes, Jadera placed her left hand flat on his chest, over his heart and her other hand on her own heart. She chanted the words she had used only a few years prior and before that, hadn't cared to ever say again. The Ancient Egyptian language taught to her by a priest in Menes' court, when she was child now seemed as fluent and natural as her adopted English. Her words had coaxed a bright glow of yellow, that had spindled in the center of his chest, to unravel and ooze it's way into her fingers. Her eyes slid closed as her ears rang with the voice of the High Priest. The chant she had used had not been the one he had asked for but more of a binding spell that would let her conseal his soul within the amulet, around her neck.
Panting, Lindsey groaned. The words that she continued to chant, in a dead language, raked it's way through him, combing out his human pieces; cares, worries, self-doubts and love. As the chanting stopped and the pain subsided, a solitary tear slid from his left eye, caressing him into sleep. His emotions had gathered in his center and out of his body, working it's way up, through her hand on his chest, and into her own. The process was exceedingly slow and felt as if it were trapped in heavy molasses, an effect that had never happened before.
Slipping to the side and hitting the floor in a numbed state, Jadera waited and gathered enough strength to push herself to her feet, forcing herself, in pained strides to crawl overtop of him and collapse onto the bed, beside him. She lie on her right side, facing him and watched him sleep before closing her eyes for a rest of her own.
*(%!
Gunn and Wesley had spent the day asking around for Lindsey's truck, through Gunn's trusted sources. After asking more than few, one resource came through to point them to a motel, in East Los Angeles. By the time they had made it back to the Hyperion, it was after 3 P.M. The summer sun was still at it's highest and they still had yet to come up with a plan to rescue Lindsey, if he was still alive.
"Anything new on your vision?" Wesley asked as he stood at the reception countre. He had noticed Cordelia sitting at her desk, with her hands holding either side of her head, at the temples. Since he and Gunn had been back, he had been concerned about her and her visions.
Cordelia shook her head but didn't look up from staring at her desk. "Nothing. It's like he just-- isn't connected, you know? I can see him lying down, I can hear these strange words being said and then it's like a burning. And then, nothing."
"What do you mean, 'strange words'?" Wesley came around the side of the countre and knelt beside her desk.
Cordelia tried to think but the pain was mind-numbing and only let her hear certain parts before sending a shrill ringing to her ears, causing her to flinch away. "Like, something I've never heard before. It sounded old. Really old." The voice inside her head had been garbled so badly that the words had sounded as if they came from a bad connection on a phone or from the bottom of a water barrel. She lifted her head and moved her arms to rest them on the desk as she listened to Wesley move to the bookshelf and search for a book.
When Wesley returned, he had with him a thick book, full of ancient texts and indecipherable languages and incantations as well as their placements. "Can you see what was being done to him?"
Closing her eyes, she thought. "He's lying on a red surface and a hand is on his chest..... and then, it just burns. And the glowing robe guys are back. Like a cycle of some sort." When Cordelia opened them again, she stared at a page from the Ancient Texts, indicating a ritual of taking one's humanity. The text had been written in it's original Egyptian and deciphered into English and medieval Latin. "So that's how they get promoted, in Lawyer Land?"
Wesley shook his head. "This language is a dead language. It has been dead for thousands of years. One person, still living, might be able to speak it. This is a rough translation of a curse of taking one's soul away and keeping it for a later use."
"You think that woman Lindsey was with is doing this, to him?" Angel stood at the entrance of the reception area and rested on an elbow, at the front desk. His concern leaned more towards protecting innocent people from harm, rather than protecting or saving Lindsey.
Wesley turned to look at Angel, noting the lack of enthusiasm in the vampire's question. "She is an Egyptian God, Angel. She may be human, here on Earth but, she does not play by our rules. His life could be at stake, with grave consequenses. Evil or not, he may need our help."
The silence in the room had been deafening until the door to the hotel opened and Gunn walked in, holding, what looked like, a medium sized onyx crystal and a talisman with early hieroglyphics on either side. "Got news on the obelisk. A friend of mine heard some talk about these scaly-lookin' Craegohr demons movin' somethin' heavy. Heavy like a big rock with funny symbols on it. He took me to a place underneath Mullholland. Looks like they're settin' up for somethin' big." Walking down the few steps and carrying the items over to the desk, he placed the onyx on the countre and handed the talisman to Angel.
"Lindsey." Angel stared at the symbol in his hand and contemplated saving his enemy. "Alright, let's find out why this 'Ra' woman wants Lindsey and what she's capable of."
Wesley nodded. "Right. Ja De Ra was one of the most powerful and feared deities of Ancient Rome. After Egypt was conquered by Rome, she had her revenge on some of the most powerful rulers. It's said, she started with Augustus and ended her whirlwind tantrums with Nero. Let's watch ourselves, shall we?" To hear himself say it, he didn't know whether to be excited to finally meet and ancient being and "pick her brain" so to speak or, keep her at a distance from fear of what she might do.
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Roma, 68 AD
Aryas raced down the alleyway and up the solid marble steps of the temple. His brown hair whipped in the breeze as he moved. His toned muscles flexed and relaxed with every movement he made. His chest heaved as he panted with exhaustion. Sprawling to the floor, at her feet, soft blue eyes stared up at the goddess before him. "They are coming!" His handsome, young face, upturned, now dirty from sweat and soot from the ovens of the royal hot baths.
Ja De Ra smiled softly and knelt down to help the young man up. "Calm yourself, Aryas. They cannot harm me. Nor, shall they harm you." Cupping his right cheek with her hand, she gazed into his eyes and saw his unease wrestle with his will to calm down. Her hair had been done in the ringletted style, although, her Egyptian blood boiled in the ceremonial dress of Roman times. She despised the new world that forced her into such lower, red, garb than that of her ascended kalasiris of the finest Egyptian white cotton. Her lovely gems and turqoise jewlery had been replaced with simple gold rings and heavy gold-plated necklaces. Bejeweled sandals tapped on the polished marble floor as she walked from the centre of the room, where she had stood as she had been worshipped, to the great stone doors and peered out at the city, now set ablaze by the mad emporer.
She smiled, devilishly. Catching some movement, in the streets below, Ja De Ra focused her sights closer to specific individuals. "So, you seek to destroy me? Miserable peasants cannot be grateful for salvation from a worthless and mad emporer. How petty." As the first sandaled foot stepped up, onto the first step leading up to her ancient and majestic temple, she sighed, angrilly, and set the stone steps ablaze. A massive fire engulfed the man already on the steps and consumed the outside of the building, driving the angry villagers back. Shaking her head and letting the traces of Roman life fall away to engage her true, Egyptian beauty, her onyx hair now straight and long under her cresent moon headdress, symbolising her nocturnal stance under the Sun God, Ra. Elegant white linen clothed her body with a large gold necklace depicting the Eye of Horus. "If you deem yourself worthy, approach me, and be annointed!" Outstretching her arms as the flames rose higher, in the streets of Roma, she smirked as the villagers only cowered in fear.
Aryas crept closer to watch her as she drove away her would-be attackers. He had been awed by her and her power, as a goddess, but had never seen it. "What will happen now? I've made a mess of things. Wolf, Ram and Hart will surely dispatch me from their service. But, you could relay my deeds to your partners, my goddess. You could tell them to spare me. I can serve you, Mighty Goddess, Ja De-" He had been cut off as Ja De Ra turned from the flames to glare back at him. He fell silent but made no effort to look neither shocked or scared of her tone.
Ja De Ra smiled and with a wave of her hand, closed the doors as she turned away. "Your deeds have been great, Aryas. My partners and I thank you for your service. However, you are not ready to ascend, just yet. There is still much work to be done. We must smother the rebellion and create our new world." Smiling, sweetly, at him and placing a hand on his left shoulder, she guided him back to her low-rise, half moon chair that she had refused to abandon. She sat and watched as he knelt at her feet. "You are loyal, Aryas. Wolf, Ram and Hart have picked you for that gift. Yet, you hold on to your innocence more than you should." Lifting his chin to meet her eyes, she found herself lost in the oceans of blue and what had once been a young man of 26, now aged to a man of 37. Gasping and recoiling from the sudden leap in time, Ja De Ra stared at him in horror of their surroundings.
Herculaneum, 79 AD
Ash had filled the night's sky, burning the air with foul fumes and heat. Servants stared out of the tall, stained glass windows as the tremors, below the earth, started again. The floor boiled with heat, causing her bathwater to bubble. Colour on the wall began to bubble and liquify as it dripped down the walls into pools of yellow and red and azure. What were once lively scenes of divine murals, now looked more like melted blobs of paint. Thick vapours from the outside wafted in and choked the servants by the windows.
Aryas stood at her side, his head turned away from her to watch the scene outside as servants looked on in wonder. "The world is ending!" His light blue tunic had been replaced by flowing purple robes, acknowledging his higher status that Ja De Ra had helped him achieve.
Ja De Ra stood from her boiling bath and stepped out, a damp, divine and nude body now stood beside him, awaiting a servant girl to dress her. "No, my love. This is not the end, just yet." Slipping into her offered robe by a young servant girl, who had kept her head bowed and backed away, bowing with each step, Ja De Ra's eyes widened as a massive tremour split the marble floor with a great gash and tore into the depictions of divine symbols, on the walls. "I will speak to my partners. Do not fear, Aryas. I will let nothing bad ever happen to you, my love." She turned to smile at him and touched his cheek before turning and disappearing into a wall with a bright, white doorway.
She returned to find her lover's house in complete disarray and Aryas nowhere in sight. Searching in the dark with only a single candle that floated along with her, Ja De Ra found him in his bedchambers, sorting through scrolls and books of teachings, desperately seeking encantations to call forth his goddess. Tremours had caused the floors to open wide gashes and heavy pillars to crumble under the wieght of piling ash. "Aryas." Her voice was calm and emanated from the dark corridor. "Do not fear. Come with me." She held out a hand as he turned around and stared at her with big, blue eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with so many ways prior.
"It has been three days. Where have you been? Are they coming? Will they spare us?" Aryas stood and stepped closer to her but made no move to take her hand. He stood amid the large, broken vases that had contained wine and lamp oils that now carpeted the floors in a sticky and slippery mess. His tunic was painted with blotches of dark, black oil and the bottoms of his sandals were now caked with dirt and dried wet ash. The ash had coloured his once gorgeous, rich chesnut hair with gray. He resembled an old man, dirty and frightened.
Ja De Ra smiled painfully. "Yes, my love. I will save you from this." Stepping closer to him and pressing her body against his, she kissed his lips, passionately. "Rest yourself, my love." Her fingers lost themselves in his shaggy brown hair as she felt his strong arms wrap around her small waist. "You have wanted me, Aryas. More than what you say. Do you wish me in your bed, now?"
Aryas pulled back and took a breath, inhaling her clean scent. "Yes." His lips met hers before scooping her legs up and carrying her to his massive gold-trimmed feather bed. Laying her down on the plush red velvet linen and staring down at her, he began to disrobe. Casting aside his filthy tunic and sliding her long robe up her long, lithe body, exposing her sex, he slipped into her as she gasped in lust.
In rolling over and gaining the top position, Ja De Ra looked down at her hands, stained by blood, and her lover and confidant, that lie dead by her. "NO!" The tremours shook the ground so hard, the building rumbled as if to crumble a second later. Fire spit from the sky as the oozing hot magma rose ever upward and down the side of the once silent mountain. Pompeii was now a memory and Herculaneum would share the same fate.
Jadera woke with a sharp gasp, staring at Lindsey's still sleeping face, beside her. "Oh, my Aryas. How I loved you." She sat up and looked about the grey room. Morning had begun and everything had been still and quiet. Aryas' palace had melted away and buried under ash and molten fire of Vesuvius' rage as well as her lover whose soul she had melded with hers to escape the destruction. She looked down at Lindsey and placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the soft thumps of his heartbeat, beneath his warm skin. With a kiss to his lips, she slipped off of the bed and headed for the tiny bathroom, for a shower.
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Separating the group, Gunn took Angel to where his friend had found the obelisk and demons, in a cavern under Mullholland Drive and Cordelia and Wesley headed to where Lindsey's truck had been spotted. The drive to the motel was a quiet one, albeit, Wesley had asked several rhetorical questions of how to speak to a goddess and not end up as luncheon meat.
"Which one do you think they're in?" Cordelia asked as they exited Angel's car and shut the doors. "I mean, it's not like we can ask the desk, 'what room is an old ancient Egyptian mummy and her lawyer in?'" They came around to the front of the car and stared at the row of rooms, across the parking lot.
Wesley watched the young woman standing in the doorway of the room, second to the end, furthest from the office. "I don't think that will be necessary." Nodding to the woman that was now staring at the two of them. "Shall we?"
Cordelia took a deep breath as she started to walk towards the woman. "Alright, but if she starts with that mummy-making stuff, I'm charging extra." They crossed the lot rather quickly and didn't seem surprised that Jadera hadn't moved from the doorway. Cordelia had watched Jadera and noted nothing remarkable about the woman but kept her options open, just in case she and Lindsey had something up their sleeve.
"I give you credit, humans, you certainly know how to follow a lead. Now, you may leave and live to see another dawn." Jadera spoke with the tartest of tongues as she hadn't wanted to find out which side of the battle they were on. She eyed Cordelia as the woman gave her a glare but Wesley had refrained from speaking as he and Cordelia came to a stop in front of her.
Wesley stopped Cordelia from speaking and had rehearsed, in his head, what to say to a living deity and promptly forgot it as they now stood face to face with one. He opened his mouth, half expecting to be shooed away and dismissed without a second thought but, again, froze as Jadera turned to meet his gaze.
"I know you. You are two from last night. Where is your vampire? The one who harbours such hatred for Lindsey." Raising an eyebrow at them, she smirked. "If you wish a fight, you are outnumbered." She hadn't been ready for a fight as recovering from the night before had taken more from them both than expected. Yet, she had been firm in not letting anyone near the young man she had protected for years. She had held true to her word that nothing bad would harm him, during his tenure at Wolfram & Hart and had contested anyone with such a nerve to do so.
Wesley looked over at Cordelia and then back to Jadera with a shocked tone. "Angel? I'm afraid you're mistaken. You see, we're here to--"
"Silence." Jadera snapped. "It's clear you are not with the other attackers. Yet, you puzzle me. Lindsey spoke of you and said you do not hold him in regards. So, why do you seek him, now? If you've come to destroy him, you lack weapons and skill. Humans rarely make small talk unless they dote the upper hand. You have neither." Her gaze fell on Wesley and waited for him to answer, also listening for movement inside the room, behind her. Her eyes bore through Wesley as the man fumbled for the words to say. She then turned to Cordelia as her patience grew hin.
"Ja De Ra, we hadn't set out to follow you, or Lindsey. We happened to spot him at Caritas and noted that you were with him, just before both of you were attacked by hooded men. I assure you, we were only coming to help." Wesley had found his voice and had spoken up before the woman became too impatient. He nervously swallowed and bit his lower lip as she had directed her attention back to him with a quizzical look. "I can assure you, we had no intention of harming you or he, last night. We were there on a completely different matter."
Jadera replaced her shock with a calm tone and blinked, looking Wesley up and down before responding. "How is it you know my name? Petty mortals do not worship as they once had. False believers, are you?"
"No! No. He means we were on our own mission, when we saw you." Cordelia placed a hand on Wesley's arm to hush him. "Why were you with him? I mean, goddesses rarely hang out with mortals, right?"
Jadera caught the jab at her association with Lindsey and reciprocated the notion. "Mortals rarely 'hang out' with vampires. As it stands, he is under my protection. Wolfram & Hart must not keep you in their esteem to neglect such details." She had grown bored with them and heard a small stir from inside.
Wesley shifted and swallowed. "Forgive us. We mean no disrespect to you but, we aren't with Wolfram & Hart. Quite the opposite, actually. You see, that mark, on your arm, gave away your identity, last night. Also, we were not the only ones who seemed to notice. Cordelia and I are here to find out why we were lead to Lindsey." His nervousness melting away as Jadera refocused her attention on him.
"Lead by whom?" Jadera stared at Wesley, ignoring his comment about the mark on her arm.
Cordelia butted in and gave a nervous smile. "Trust me, they're a headache." Rubbing her right temple, as the pain from the morning's most recent vision having yet to subside.
"I see." She eyed the younger woman cleverly. Jadera opened the room door and moved aside as Wesley and Cordelia entered. "He only twitches, not much else." Closing the door behind her and crossing her arms, Jadera leaned against the wall, next to the door. She watched them closely as they examined a still unconscious Lindsey.
Wesley stepped closer to Lindsey and placed two fingers at Lindsey's jugular, feeling the throbbing of beats. "What happened to him? A ceremonial vise gone wrong?"
"No!" The air around Jadera crackled with her anger. Calming herself, she answered. "This time has taken longer to recuperate. He is resting. I have not harmed him."
Cordelia turned to the woman, behind her. "If you're a god, can't you heal him, like, poof!?"
"No. I am not a sideshow magician. I was a god when the world was still young and mortals praised me from delivering them from Seth and avenging Horus. Now, not even the history books remember my name. What I have taken from him, takes time to heal." Jadera looked past the two strangers and observed Lindsey's now pained expression. "It is old power; dusty and decayed." Hearing a demonic screech from outside, she turned and cracked the door. "They wear my ministers' garb but, they do not follow me."
Cordelia stood beside Jadera and peeked out the window. "How can you tell?"
"My ministers bore the mark of Horus on their foreheads. They bear the mark of The Black Thorn. Plus, the last of my priests were slaughtered in 67 AD. Nero saw to that, right before he burned Rome to the ground." A mischievious smile returned to her as she thought of the memory. Jadera sat and reminisced for a moment as Cordelia thought about the new knowledge.
Wesley turned and stood up to face the two women. "Now, that makes sense. That was why we thought it was you trying to sacrifice Lindsey. They are trying to framing Ja De Ra for Lindsey's death." He stepped closer to Jadera as she turned around, shocked at his explanation.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a long, painful story." Lindsey groaned and pushed himself up, onto his elbows, glaring over at Wesley. He had been awake for a few minutes but only listened to what "the do-gooders" had to say.
Cordelia closed the curtain and turned around to reveal a frightened expression. "Uh, guys, we gotta get out of here. Like, now." Jumping and covering a scream as the demons outside wailed and banged their fists against Lindsey's truck hood, trying to call him out of hiding.
Jadera growled. "These imposters are mere slime. I will deal with them. Stay here, with Lindsey." She caught Cordelia's arm as they past each other. "If he is harmed, when I return, you shall be next."
Brow furrowing, Cordelia held her tongue as the woman left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. "Ten cloaked ghoulies against one woman? Used-to-be-god or not, she's gonna get her ass kicked." Peering out the window again, she groaned as she watched two demons attack the woman and throw her against the wall to the room. She had to admit, Jadera showed some spunk as she only stood, brushed herself off and repayed the brash beings with her own rebuttal.
Lindsey scoffed and sat up, turning himself to put his feet on the floor. "She can take care of herself. Senior Partners have been trying to take her out for centuries." Holding his head with both hands, Lindsey found that the movement had been a little too fast for him to handle, after being unconscious for so long. His strength hadn't returned yet and he was beginning to feel like a sitting duck, trapped with the enemy while his only ally fought for their way out. His head felt as if he had just woken up with a thick hangover.
"She's good."
"She's a god." Lindsey corrected. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
Wesley sputtered for a moment but stepped towards the man on the bed, again. "We thought you were in danger. We were hunting down the obelisk of Amun Hotep, that went missing last week from the display at the Cairo Museum, when we saw you with Ja De Ra. We thought she had lured you here to sacrifice you and ressurect Amun Te Ra, the only god powerful enough to bestow her previous status on her." He knelt down, at the end of the bed, and examined Lindsey from afar, watching his movements for any slowing or slurring of words. "Ja De Ra was an evil deity of Ancient Rome. Before that--"
"Before that she was an Egyptian god, loved by her worshippers. I know the story. The Senior Partners sent those goons here to discredit her because she won't kill me. The Senior Partners want her dead more than they do me. That battle out there isn't about Wolfram & Hart. She gave up her status a long time ago." Lindsey had wanted to stand up but the spinning of the room had prevented that thought from becoming reality.
Cordelia panted, feeling terrible dread as she fought off the pain from another vision. "More ghoulies. Lots of death." The vision subsided enough for her to collapse to the floor. "We gotta get out of here." Her breathing went ragged as Wesley crawled over to her just before Jadera crashed through the door and slammed into the far wall, on the other side of the bed, knocking her silly but lucid enough to send one last blast to the remaining two demons, now standing in the doorway.

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