He came out of nowhere. Surprise was total. Before I realised what was happening, he knocked me to the ground. A searing pain shot through my neck, then he rose to his feet, backing off. In his hand hung a heavy intricate chain; a circlet of indeterminate metal swung erratically. The Demon turned and ran. I shakily got to my feet and brushed myself down – then noticed my hands. To my dismay, I watched the glow emanating from them, slowly ebb and disappear. This was not good. What do I do now?

One
Cordelia: By the look of the hands, I’d say female. She was totally surprised, but not scared; and really pissed off!
Wesley: Did you get a good look at the Demon? Where, or when?
Cordelia: Yes, no and yes – It’s already happened – a waste of time splitting my skull! I don’t know who was attacked, only that some – or all of her glowed – I could feel the wattage! But it’s not something you could use to find her - I felt it drain out pretty quick.
It wasn’t exactly full of hit–you–in–the-face clues, but Wesley was used to getting the best out of Cordelia’s vague visions. Angel picked up a pad, waiting for the Demon description. Both joined him.
Wesley: It seems odd that they didn’t show you the victim! Unless the PTB are more interested in the actual theft! This necklace must have some sort of mystical power.
Cordelia: Do you want to know what it looks like?
Almost said as an afterthought. Both men looked askance; squeeze the proverbial blood out of the stone!
Wesley: That would help!
Cordelia: Give up while you’re ahead, tall and skinny!
The Demon was sketched and identified – Bateric. Basically a foot soldier, not very bright, but good for muscle. The necklace proved a little more difficult. Cordelia frowned, looking closely at the drawing.
Cordelia: No, not like that! The middle thing isn’t a drawing; it’s kind of stuck in –
Wesley: You mean like a separate part added afterwards?
Cordelia: Yes! Joined to the outside bit at the three points – there!
All inspected the drawing: The circlet was about three inches in diameter, the surrounding edge half an inch wide with a strange inscription engraved into it. The central area was hollow, with a separate twist of metal, part straight/ part curved, attached within the circle.
Wesley could feel a glimmer of a faint memory being stirred. He straightened purposefully, and made his way to the store of books they had.
Angel: You know what it is?
Wesley: I’m pretty sure it’s an amulet…just not familiar with the design. Have you any books on The Kabala? – Aha, here we are! I have a feeling that it’s Archaic.
The tome he’d found was old, large, and very heavy. He walked over to the reception desk, and placed it on the lower shelf. Angel and Cordelia stood on the guest side of the desk and peered over. Wesley flicked carefully through the pages, pausing now and then to peruse the closely written text. He looked up on hearing the main entrance door open. The others turned to face the door.
A young woman walked quietly down the steps. Her clothing basic – and black; jeans, heavy boots, lightweight slightly fitted thigh-length Mac, and a round-neck top or T-shirt just visible. Her long dark red hair was drawn back into a tight braid, emphasising her fair skin. Her features could almost be described as perfectly symmetrical. In a word: stunning. Her grey eyes were alert yet calm; in fact, she literally exuded the latter. She halted a few feet short of Cordelia and Angel. Then she spoke.
Woman: Angel Investigations?
English – but a little less clipped than Wesley’s. Her tone soft and warm yet clear. Her gaze encompassed them all. Wesley cleared his suddenly choked throat.
Wesley: Yes! – That’s us! Um, How can we be of service?
Woman: The Host at the Karaoke bar recommended you. He said you dealt with … unusual cases?
Angel had been watching her closely: something seemed ... not quite right, here. Beautiful, yes – but he’d seen his fair share of gorgeous women in his time – maybe not AS beautiful, - but that didn’t cause this feeling he had. She fixed her calm gaze on him as he spoke.
Angel: Unusual? In what way?
The visitor hesitated for a split second before answering:
Woman: Last night a Bateric Demon attacked me; stole a…pendant I was wearing. Somehow, I don’t think the Police would believe me.
All three picked up the significance of her story. Her familiarity with the demon was filed away mentally. Wesley continued to scan the book, quietly turning the pages. The visitor absentmindedly touched her neck as she waited for a response, drawing Angel’s attention to a partially hidden wound that marred her skin.
Cordelia: Is it valuable? This pendant?
Woman: No – well, not as in gold, or any known precious metal – I mean; known to be precious, that is. But I value it. I’ve had it – It’s been in the family for many…generations. I can’t leave without it – and I really need to go back.
Angel: Back where?
Quietly spoken. She eyed him carefully.
Woman: England.
Wesley continued to discreetly flick through the book, tensing suddenly, when spying something. He had to stop himself from verbally reacting. Looking up, he found the visitor’s gaze fixed on him; but her expression remained closed. He covered, making casual conversation.
Wesley: Aaah, England! You’ve probably realised I’m a kindred spirit! - London?
Woman: No, further North. I’m not much of a City person.
The lack of any kind of accent made it difficult to imagine her coming from the north; but he didn’t pursue it.
Woman: Time is short; do you think you’ll be able to help?
Cordelia: You’ve come to the right place; we have quite a big success rate!
Woman: That’s good to hear. First, there are a few things I need to see to; I’ll be back as soon as I’ve dealt with them.
She turned to go. Wesley called out to her.
Wesley: Surely if time is so short, the sooner we have all the details, the better?
She hesitated, turning to face them.
Woman: I’m sorry, I… I’m not really thinking clearly at the moment; I need to find accommodation. By the time we go over everything, it will be late – I’ve spent the last twelve hours searching, and I’m tired.
Cordelia:I wish you luck!
The visitor glanced over to Cordelia, questioning.
Cordelia: It’s an expensive town – unless you like 'roaches!
The woman looked a little disconcerted, for a moment, before answering.
Woman: I’m sure I’ll find somewhere adequate.
Angel watched the exchange quietly; he stepped forward.
Angel: Travelling light?
She eyed Angel carefully, her answer rather hesitant. As she spoke, he couldn’t get over the feeling of familiarity – yet he knew they’d never met.
Woman: This was supposed to be a … brief visit. The theft of my pendant wasn’t anticipated.
Cordelia: You don’t seem to have planned this ‘trip’ very well; I mean – not even a purse?
Woman: I’m fine, really – as you say over here; I always land on my feet!
Wesley: We say that in England, too.
The dig wasn’t unnoticed; for the first time, real emotion showed on her face – irritation; closely followed by intense wariness.
Woman: My personal circumstances aren’t really the issue here; the theft is all that need concern you!
She softened that with a slight formal smile. Angel spoke, casually glancing around the foyer.
Angel: This used to be a hotel. We have ... vacancies. You’re welcome to stay here - It would save a lot of time; you seem in a hurry to get back.
He knew instinctively that she wanted to put as much space as she could between them; say no. The need to go, and the logic of his invitation warred openly on her face. After a moment, resignation apparent, she nodded reluctantly, polite smile.
Woman: You are right; I’m needed back home. I accept your hospitality. Thank you.
Angel smiled, just as politely. He held out his hand; she glanced briefly at it, but didn’t proffer her own. He dropped it casually.
Angel: I’m Angel – this is Cordelia, and Wesley -?
Woman: Sash.
Angel: Cordelia could you show ... Sash a room?
Cordelia walked towards the visitor, reaching out politely to draw her towards the lift; then drew back sharply at the contact, a gasp of surprise as she rubbed her fingers. Every one tensed, including the visitor: who stepped back slightly, face guarded.
Angel: Cordelia?
Cordelia: Wow! – No I’m fine, that was quite a buzz –
Sash: Nylon! – Always happens; I keep meaning to buy natural.
Wry smile; the others smiled carefully, too, willing to let it drop – for now.
This time, Cordelia just indicated the way. Sash preceded her, careful not to brush past her. Angel and Wesley waited for the lift doors to close.
Angel: She’s not human.
Wesley: Spot on!
Surprised, Angel walked over to Wesley, who was perusing the pages of the book. He’d placed it on the top counter, and indicated for Angel to look. Angel noted that the opened pages were covered by about half a dozen drawings, with writing under each one.
Wesley: Her pendant, I believe: Only it’s not actually a ‘pendant’!
He pointed to a circlet almost identical to the one Angel had drawn.
Wesley: In fact, it’s a Crest, a bit like a Coat of Arms – only more personal. Like the soldiers over here - name tags? The symbol in the centre is a name; the rim bears the Rank.
Wesley took a deep breath, and looked at Angel, awe apparent in his face.
Wesley: This particular Crest, or Amulet, belongs to the Archangel Zadkiel - no one but the aforementioned owner can wear it! Hmmm Zadkiel is Hebrew – when translated, known as Sachiel.
The implication sunk in.
Wesley: It looks like you’ve just invited a Celestial to stay! – A very important one at that!
Both were silent; both glanced ceiling-ward.

Two
The lift doors opened; both men turned from their respective books. Cordelia exited, and joined them.
Cordelia: A very cool customer, that one. I think I did all the talking – Hey!
As they shared an amused smile, Cordelia sat down, looking serious.
Cordelia: It’s her; the woman in the vision – I knew for sure when I touched her. Static? Sure! Sash… Sasha? Think that’s her real name?
Wesley: Sachiel, actually. Also known as Zadkiel. Pretty smart – not many people connect the two names.
Not raising his eyes from the page. He then addressed Angel.
Wesley: The information here is rather sketchy; now if it had been Gabriel, or Raphael, we’d be spoilt for choice: Zadkiel, the Archangel of Balance, that’s it. Any luck?
Angel: Social justice: Balance. Zadkiel levels the scales to defeat unfair advantage.
Cordelia listened with dawning incredulity. They had to be kidding.
Cordelia: Hold on a minute! – You’re not trying to tell me, that our client is an actual Angel!
Wesley: Not trying - no.
Angel closed the book with a snap. He stood up, tossing the book on the desk, before making his way up the stairs.
Angel: Number?
Cordelia struggled for composure, before answering.
Cordelia: Number? Oh, 210 – Angel?
Angel paused briefly, turning to Cordelia.
Cordelia: Do you really think you should rile her? I mean, she could smite you down, or something!
Angel: We need answers. – I’ll be polite; I can do this!
Cordelia and Wesley shared a glance, Sure!
Cordelia: The first clap of thunder, and I’m out of here, pronto!

Three
Angel stood outside room 210, hesitating before rapping the door. He entered immediately. She turned from the window; the curtains were open, the sun streamed in. He carefully sidestepped the shaft of light. Noting this, Sash closed the curtains. The room dimmed immediately. He could still see her clearly though.
Angel: You know.
He stated, not asked.
Sash: I find it helps to know what you’re dealing with. Keeps things on an equal footing.
Angel: A kind of balance, Sensible.
This drew a sharp glance from Sash. She moved to a more central position, watching him carefully. Her top was sleeveless. Her clothes of good quality; and new. Although practical, they didn’t hide the fact that she was small and feminine.
Sash: Thank you again.
She indicated the room.
The scrape on the side of her neck was in full view now. It looked deep and angry. His powerful sense of smell picked up the sent of her blood. It wasn’t quite the same as human blood, stronger, sweeter. He quelled the old craving, that still plagued him frequently; but it wasn’t so easy this time. He swallowed hard, lifting his gaze to her face. A slight sympathetic smile touched her lips briefly. His gaze lingered there for a moment, before looking round the room.
Angel: Well, it isn’t the Plaza, but it’s clean.
Sash: It’s more than adequate – You need details of the attack; It happened very quick-
Angel: Enough time for you to recognise your attacker. Your knowledge of demons leads me to the next question. What would he want with a valueless pendant?
He cut in, straight to the point.
Sash: I’ve no idea; maybe he thought it was valuable – look, It’s just a simple theft; why do you insist on looking beyond that?
Angel walked forward, irritation obvious; she took a step back quickly, keeping a few inches between them.
Angel: Because this isn’t as cut and dried as you’re trying to make out! We’re not walking blind into a situation that could kill us!
She straightened defensively.
Sash: I assure you, there’s no risk, if I thought for a moment that you weren’t pro- safe! I would never have approached you!
Angel: Protected?
He picked up on her slip; she looked annoyed with herself.
Sash: I didn’t mea-
Before she could finish, he grabbed her arms, pulling her against him; then gasped.
An amazing rush of energy poured into him. Angel couldn’t think for a moment; the sensation was unbelievable. Sash pulled away; he had to stop himself from grabbing her again. Angel clenched his hands, fighting for control. Sash stepped back a few feet more, aware of his inner struggle.
Angel: I know what you are, too – Zadkiel!
They stared, each refusing to give – then she dropped her eyes, and sighed.
Sash: Things have taken an unexpected turn. Believe me! - I really need your help – can’t you just give it, no questions asked?
Angel shook his head.
Angel: Sorry.
Their eyes locked for a long moment. She looked away, and turned her back, head slightly bowed. Then she turned to face him.
Sash: Although we’re always… around, we’re mainly inconspicuous. At times though, we have to make our presence…felt. This entails taking on human form; we become physical. As you can see, we can be injured.
Indicating her neck.
Sash: We feel pain; we’re practically mortal – except we can’t actually die; and we are a little stronger than the average human.
Angel: Not forgetting the instant pick-me-up.
Sash: That’s not supposed to happen. Without my amulet, I have no control over that, As you’ve… experienced, anyone can tap into my energy – I’m a walking battery charger!
She sighed.
Sash: When we transform, a high percentage of our energy is stored for safe keeping – when we are among Mortals, it’s too much effort having to think before touching anyone; its deadly in its pure form!
Angel: Has the demon access to this energy?
She shook her head, in relief.
Sash: No, It’s useless to anyone but me!
Angel: So why take it?
Sash: I came here to… I suppose you could say, redress the balance. A group of Denjarans are planning to decimate a few of our warriors. The energy I have left is inadequate for such a task; I can’t even revert to my original state!
He put two and two together:
Angel: You’re stuck here!
Sash: That’s right…
Sitting on the bed, she looked tired; and fed up. Angel walked over, sitting next to her. Without thinking, he reached over to pat her shoulder; pulling back sharply, at the first tingle.
Angel: We’ll find it.
Both were silent.
Angel: So, did he make you sing?
Sash smiled warmly; he stared at her for a moment. Even more breath-taking when smiling naturally.
Sash: No – I wiped him out last time; He said it took the words ‘Soul Food’ to new dimensions!
Angel smiled, too, then stood up, looking down at her.
Angel: I’ll need to tell the others.
Sash nodded, and they both walked to the door. Angel paused for a moment.
Angel: Who is protecting us, then?
Sash: I’ve no knowledge of the names of Wesley’s or Cordelia’s Guides – there are a lot of us!
She looked sheepishly at Angel.
Sash: As for yours - well, let’s just say, the roles are reversed at the moment!
Angel stared at her as her words sunk in.
Angel: Always? – Even when…
Sash: I kept you alive.
Angel: Why?
Her eyes became serious.
Sash: Every experience counts towards our growth. Eventually it all becomes clear.
Angel shook his head, sighing.
Angel: What’s it like? – having all the answers.
Sash: You’re asking me?
She smiled, shaking her head.
Sash: I’m still not quite there, I’m afraid!
Smile widened
Sash: How many Angels have you met who’ve been the victims of muggings?
Angel smiled back.

Four
Cordelia: Wow!
Wesley: I’ll have to follow Cordelia on that one, Wow!
Cordelia: So what happens now?
Angel: We find the Amulet; Let’s look up the Baterics - Strengths, weaknesses – the usual.
Sash: No need; I can give you that information.
Wesley: Do you know about all demons?
Sash: I’ve been around a while.
Wesley soaked that up. Future chats, definitely!
Wesley: Zadkiel – is it all right to call you by your first name? Or do I call you ‘your Holiness’? – Ouch!
Cordelia elbowed him in the ribs.
Cordelia: Have you no pride?
Sash smiled, amused.
Sash: ‘Sash’ is fine – Zadkiel is the Hebrew version of my name. To my … colleagues, I’m known as Sachiel. And we don’t go in for all that ‘class’ thing. Also,
Wesley: Of course not! Sash, Why us? You must have other contacts that could help you?
Sash leaned back in her chair, serious now.
Sash: It’s not really safe to do that at the moment. The others are always looking for chances to ‘get one up’ on us. Sometimes, even we aren’t up for the challenge. They somehow knew I was coming, and how to stop me. At this moment, you are all I have.
Angel: You have a mole.
Sash looked over to him, confused by the term. He clarified.
Angel: A traitor.
Sash: Yes, until we find out who it is, we can’t take the risk.
She sighed.
Sash: It seems that the Battle is coming to a conclusion; both sides are re-evaluating their loyalties.
Cordelia: But I thought your kind were above that kind of thing?
Sash: It’s not unheard of; if you look back in history, you’ll find references to one or two fallen Celestials.
Cordelia: Most people think they’re just stories.
Sash: Although there are many religions in this world, they basically follow the same lines; if Mortals compared all Creeds impartially, Our history would be clearer.
Wesley: Talking about conclusions - Things do seem to be escalating – for every demon destroyed many more take their place!
Cordelia leaned forward.
Cordelia: This…conclusion; Is this a kind of ‘by-the-end-of-the-week’ event?
Sash reassures.
Sash: The way you perceive Time makes it difficult for you to comprehend ours; but to put your mind at rest, we’re hopefully talking in terms of years.
Cordelia smiled in obvious relief.
Cordelia: Oh, good! Stardom not out of the window then!
Stares of amusement.
Sash: The activity is constant; some of my people are already living amongst you – to be on the front line, so to speak. I’ve considered it myself.
Wesley: But surely, you can do more where you are, already!
Sash: Our original purpose was purely to give spiritual guidance and influence – but the Other Side raised the stakes; instead of trying to influence Mankind to destroy each other, they decided to come and do the job themselves! If we don’t come to stop them, Mankind will be wiped out.
Shocked silence permeated the room. Sachiel leaned back, closing her eyes briefly.
Sash: Baterics... Let’s see… humidity – they prefer places like your rain forests, normally. Strange to find them here!
Angel: Cordelia? Check out Saunas.
Cordelia: I’m on it.
Wesley: And Tropical Gardens, too.
Sash: They’re especially vulnerable to copper; weapons made of this material will make it easier to kill them – which is handy, as they are very strong. Slow on their feet – and not very bright! Also they have a strong aversion to the scent of Oranges; don’t ask me why!
Cordelia: Like garlic to a Vampire?
Sash nodded in agreement.
Cordelia: Market, here I come!
Cordelia got up, grabbed her purse, and walked up the steps.
Wesley: What about the Saunas?
Cordelia pointed to the desk; printed sheets in a pile.
Cordelia: I’ll be back in twenty minutes.
Angel checked his watch.
Angel: We’ve got four hours.
Wesley: Do you think she’ll make it!

Five
Sash waited impatiently outside the door. She could hear the savage fighting and felt frustrated; even the humans were in there! All went quiet after a while, and the door eventually opened.
Angel looked a little ruffled, and his forehead was cut. Without thinking, she placed a hand over the wound; when removed, moments later, there was no trace of the injury. He didn’t comment on it. She walked past him, into the sauna.
Sash: I’m not used to feeling so…useless!
Angel: You should have stayed at the hotel; there’s not a lot you can do.
Sash: You need me to identify the culprit.
Cordelia: I don’t like to state the obvious – but they look pretty much the same, to me!
Sash walked over to one lying nearby, and pointed to the ears.
Sash: If you look closer, you’ll notice these tags below the ears - here. They have their own unique colouring.
She checked the other bodies, then straightened, sighing.
Sash: None of these; My attacker had red tags.
Wesley took a piece of paper from his pocket. Glancing at it, before looking over to Angel, shaking his head.
Wesley: That’s it – we’ve been everywhere on the list - what now?
Angel walked towards the door; the others followed dispiritedly. He flicked a glance at Sash.
Angel: I think it’s time to share a little soul food!
They both smiled faintly.
Cordelia: Guys! Do you want to share?
Wesley: Angel? Where are we going?
He continued walking.
Angel: For a singsong!

Part Six
The Host glanced up as they entered; his eyes lit up on spotting Sash. He walked over to join them, eyeing Angel with a devilish gleam.
Host: Well, aren’t you the sly one! Here’s me, thinking you played for the pinks!
He laughed at Angel’s momentary confusion; then laughed louder – the others stifling their mirth, as understanding quickly followed. Angel didn’t look happy! Sash’s face remained remarkably calm!
The Host turned to Sash, gripping her hand in both of his – shuddering with pleasure at the contact.
Host: Where have you been lately! I’ve missed those dulcet tones; what’s it going to be? – Dream Lover?
Glancing coyly at Angel. He addressed the others.
Host: No-one can sing M.C. Like our little Miss Divine!
Sash smiled warmly.
Sash: Charming as ever, I see!
The Host glanced down at her attire, looking a little disappointed. Sash picked up on it.
Sash: I’m afraid I left the toga at home this time!
Angel and Wesley glanced at each other; before both looking over Sash - both picturing the toga in their minds; then both swallowed hard!
The Host turned, leading her to the stage. Picking up the mike and addressing the audience. Sash stood beside him, looking very calm.
Host: Have I got a treat for you tonight! We’ve all heard the saying: “To sing like an Angel” No, not that one!
As he glanced pointedly at Angel. A ripple of laughter permeated the room; Angel glared at the Host. Without introducing her, he handed over the mike, and left the stage; but hovered nearby in anticipation.
The opening bars of “Any time you need a friend” filled the room: Then she sang.
Angel felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach. Sash glanced his way occasionally; he felt like she was saying the words exclusively to him. A voice of an Angel… no exaggeration, there!
The Host hugged himself, in obvious ecstasy. When she finished, all went silent for a brief moment, before the place erupted with clapping, cheers and a few whistles. Sash took it in her stride, calmly passing the mike back to the Host. He tried to speak; couldn’t, and just passed it onto another ‘singer’.
They walked over to the others by the bar.
Cordelia: That was really something, Sash!
Wesley: What can I say? – Beautiful!
Angel just eyed her quietly, before turning his attention to the Host.
Host: He’s a wily one – and running scared; so you won’t find him in his usual haunts.
Angel: You know where we can find him, though?
Host: Try the ------ Hotel on -----------.
Sash: Does he still have it?
The Host paused for a moment - his expression serious.
Host: He has the information you need. You’re cutting it very fine, Sach; I think you need to do a little soul searching of your own!
The others glanced at each other, a bit mystified! Then followed Sash’s lead to the exit. He called her again; she turned to face him. He was smiling - his old self again.
Host: Don’t leave it so long, next time!
As they resumed walking, Angel threw her a questioning look.
Angel: What was that about?
Sash dropped her eyes for a moment, before throwing him a faint smile.
Sash: He just can’t believe I’d be caught off guard!
She quickened her step; he followed, hanging slightly behind. He didn’t believe her.

Part Seven
They reached the top of the stairs. Angel barred Sash’s way.
Angel: I think you should stay here.
Determination showed on her face.
Sash: I need to talk to him myself! Don’t worry, Angel, I won’t get too close!
Angel hesitated for a moment, the turned to walk down the shabby corridor. He kicked open the door as soon as they’d found it - the element of surprise. The sole occupant shot out of a chair as they entered. The Bateric’s eyes flicked from one to the other; arrogance to the fore – he was a lot more powerful than the others they’d faced. His gaze settled on Sash, arrogance growing.
Demon: You’re too late! I don’t have it any more.
Sash: Then who does?
He sneered at her.
Demon: I’ll tell you nothing! Two humans and a blood sucker; is that the best you can come up with? You can’t touch me, either! – Although I could do with a boost!
Sash: I’m well aware of my ‘handicap’!
Angel stepped forward; pulled up short as Sash grabbed his arm. Her energy surged into him powerfully; he could feel his strength multiplying. Then she dropped her hand.
Sash: Which can be used to our advantage, of course! He’s all yours.
The demon backed away - not so arrogant now. Being short on the brainpower, he hadn’t considered that. He tried to make a dash for it; Angel grabbed him, and threw him against the wall – a little surprised at how effortless it had seemed.
Angel: Where’s the amulet?
Demon: I was told to take it; they’ve already been to collect it!
Sash: Who?
The demon hesitated; Angel gripped him around the throat, pinning him to the wall.
Demon: Okay, okay! Throk – It was Throk, the leader of the Gareans. That’s all I know, I swear.
Angel slowly released him. He tensed, alert, as Sash moved forward, frowning. She stopped within a few feet of the Bateric.
Sash: Throk? I don’t understand! They are deadly rivals - why would he help them?
The Bateric looked to the floor, shrugging his heavy shoulders.
Angel: Let’s go. Angel: He’s dead; I thought you couldn’t touch anyone?
Sash shrugged casually.
Sash: I forgot to mention; my boots are well insulated!
Wesley: I thought Angels were above that sort of behaviour?
She looked serious for a moment.
Sash: I’ve been here too long - picking up bad habits!

Part Eight
Angel couldn’t settle. They’d got back an hour ago; Wesley and Cordelia had left, and Sash was in her room. He paced around his room, picking up a book; putting it down; lying down; sitting down. He sighed: maybe it was the extra energy Sash had given him earlier? Before he realised it, he’d pulled on his trousers and was now standing in front of her door. He paused; then rapped the door. No answer. Angel started to move away; then stopped. Do Angel’s sleep? What if something was wrong? He quickly opened her door, tense and alert. Silence.
The bedside lamp was the only illumination. He quietly walked over. Sachiel’s clothes were folded neatly and placed on a nearby chair. She lay, asleep in bed. He stood looking down at her. He knew he should leave, but couldn’t. Sitting carefully on the bed, he stared. He felt like a voyeur; knew he should go, but didn’t.
Her hair was now loose, and spread on the pillow. Her arms on the cover, one balong the side of her body, the other across her; hand resting on her stomach. Her shoulders were bare. He resisted the urge to touch the exposed skin. Angel also noticed that the wound on her neck had healed without trace. He started in surprise, when on looking again to her face; her eyes were open, watching him calmly. He knew he should have felt embarrassed being caught there, but he didn’t.
Sash: Can’t sleep?
Angel: It’s difficult; too wired.
She reached out a hand, softly touching his arm.
Sash: It should have dispersed a while ago.
Dropping her hand, she shrugged.
Sash: You’ve had a lot to contend with, lately; when this is over, I’m sure you’ll feel better.
Angel: Is it that simple?
Sash and Angel’s eyes locked for a moment; she dropped hers, and sighed gently.
Sash: I said I’d been here too long. The ones who decide to settle here? For them, it’s accepted.
He knew what she was saying; it didn’t make it any easier. He leaned over her slightly, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair, face tense. Sash remained motionless, watching him carefully.
Sash: You can control this weakness; You’re strong, Angel.
Angel: Are you sure about that?
Sash searched his eyes.
Sash: Yes.
Angel: Maybe your faith in me is misguided.
He lowered his head, his mouth connected with the side of her face. Angel breathed in her scent; pressed his mouth against her skin; his hand clenched in her hair. Still Sash didn’t move; but her heartbeat had quickened. He didn’t miss it.
Sash: Your soul is the only thing I can embrace.
Angel tensed. His free hand slid up her arm, settling on her shoulder. His grip tightened for a moment. Time stopped. Lifting his head, he searched her face, their lips a fraction apart. Sash’s pupils practically obscured the grey irises, her mouth slightly parted. He took this in – then straightened with marked reluctance. The air crackled with tension. Standing, he looked down on her, hesitating for one more moment, then left quickly, silently. As the door closed behind him, Sash, released her breath shakily; turning on her side and curling into a ball; her eyes closed tightly.

Part Nine
Angel: You’re staying here, this time.
They confronted each other, tension high. Cordelia and Wesley stood back, sharing a glance; this went a little too deep – they were keeping out of it. Sash, face stubborn, refused to back down.
Sash: Throk is a force to be reckoned with, Angel; you may need my help.
Angel: We’ve faced worse.
Sash brushed past him, making for the steps; he turned, grabbing her arm, pulling her back to face him. Both tensed - too close. Feelings rose to the surface. Sash tried to pull away, but Angel refused to loosen his hold.
Angel: You’ll be a liability! I can’t fight AND watch out for you.
After a moment, she dropped her head, her voice sounded listless.
Sash: I’ll stay.
Looking up, her face worried.
Sash: Just – be careful!
Angel hesitated, before releasing her. Something didn’t seem right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Sash watched them go; glancing at the clock, her face filled with mixed emotions.

Part Ten
Throk: This has turned out well!
Throk laughed hoarsely. He was big - very big. He sat in a throne – like chair, an equally large axe resting at the side.
Throk: Sent by your own protector! I’ll have to reward her well!
The three exchanged looks.
Angel: You’re saying this was planned?
Throk shook his head.
Throk: No - pity though, Sachiel would have been quite a coup!
He sat back, face becoming thoughtful.
Throk: They are fighting a losing battle; goodness causes failure. As luck would have it, some are like rats deserting a sinking ship, making it easier to infiltrate, and pick off the rest!
Angel glanced around, furtively; two others besides Throk – obviously, Throk was confident in his ability in killing them easily.
Angel: All this for me? I’m flattered!
Throk: Don’t be. You are just an appetiser; in an hour, I’ll be enjoying the main course.
Throk noted Angels’ puzzlement.
Throk: Didn’t she tell you?
He indicated the Amulet, hanging from his belt.
Throk: They need this with them at all times. Without it, they have 48 hours; then they become as human as your friends here!
He sneered with open disgust, as he looked at C and W. Angel now realised what wasn’t right earlier; when he’d grabbed Sash, there had been no surge of energy. Everything else fell into place, too. The Host’ words finally made sense.
Throk: It will be too easy! A pity it had to be Sachiel – we were allies once, you know; but things change.
Angel: What about her reward?
Throk stood up, reaching for the axe.
Throk: A quick death. I can’t say the same for you, bloodsucker. Never did like your kind - neither one nor the other!
Throk raised the axe, advancing on Angel with confidence. He lunged towards Angel, who sidestepped agilely; Angel kicked him in the back, sending him staggering forward. Throk was slow; a lot of that bulk was just fat.
Angel: It seems to me that you’ve been enjoying the good life, a bit too much!
Throk roared in anger, lunging again. Angel’s speed came in handy. Wesley and Cordelia fought gamely, their ponderous movements to their advantage.
Throk gave up with the axe, throwing it down and reaching for Angel with his bare hands. Blows were exchanged, Angel was coming off worse now; Throk was extremely strong. He landed on the floor for the tenth time. He rolled on his back, catching his breath. Throk came in for the kill. He’d picked up the discarded axe, and raised it above his head. Angel managed to move out of the way at the last minute, hooking his leg behind Throk’s. Throk fell on his back heavily, loosening his grip on the axe. Angel dived for it; getting to his knees, he swung it down sharply, just as Throk raised his head. The head flew across the floor, to land with a squelch. Reaching down, Angel grabbed the amulet from the demon’s belt. They stood, catching their breath. All three demons were now dead.
Cordelia: The Queen of Hearts would sure envy you, Headman!
Angel frowned.
Angel: Getting old, you think?
Wesley: Well, we do seem to be getting in a rut; we need a new angle.
Cordelia: Yes, something less messy – and no crunch!
She mimed the neck breaking.
Angel: I find that pretty satisfying, myself.
Both stared at him, looked at each other, and then made for the exit.

Part Eleven
Cordelia and Wesley walked in, and made for the couch. Sash stood waiting for Angel to join her.
Angel: We need to talk.
Sash: I had a visitor – one of my people. He filled me in. I risked losing everything.
Angel reached into his pocket, drawing out the amulet. He glanced at the clock.
Angel: Fifteen minutes to spare. You can go home now.
Sash sighed, wry smile; eyes serious.
Sash: That’s not what I meant.
Angel: I know. Why didn’t you say anything?
Sash glanced at the amulet, then towards Angel.
Sash: I was a little confused; not sure what I wanted. Anyway, the choice has been made for me!
She turned her head, looking behind her.
Sash: I’ll need my coat.
Cordelia and Wesley shared a look. Cordelia rose, pulling Wesley up with her.
Cordelia: We’re on to it! In your room, right?
Sash nodded. They made their way to the lift. As the doors closed, Sash turned to Angel. He moved forward, placing the amulet around her neck then rested his hands on her shoulders; loathe to break the contact.
Angel: I’m used to having you around.
Sash: That won’t change.
Angel: I know; that’s not what I meant.
Sash rested her hands against his chest.
Sash: I know.
She echoed his words. Voice rich with feeling.
Sash: I’m needed. Things are going to get worse. Personal feelings are secondary.
Silence. He knew she was right; anyway, where could it possibly go? Things hadn’t changed.
Sash: Say goodbye to me, Angel.
Angel: Not goodbye, remember?
She lifted her face to his.
Sash: That’s not what I meant.
The kiss began gently, quickly changing to fierce longing. Their bodies pressed together, hungry for physical closeness. Eventually, they drew apart; came together briefly, one last time, before standing apart.
Cordelia and Wesley paused awkwardly. The sound of the lift doors closing, drew Angel and Sash’s attention.
Cordelia walked forward, proffering the coat. Sash smilingly took it. Shrugging it on, she separated from the others.
Holding the amulet between her hands, she lowered her head. Soon her whole body was engulfed in shimmering light. The others shielded their eyes when the light became too bright - dropping their hands in amazement at the transformation-taking place before them. Gone were the practical black clothing and drawn-back hair.
The two men now understood the Host’s disappointment; the toga fell to her knees. A large, yet delicately wrought oval girdle encircled her waist. Clasps held the toga in place on her shoulders, and her hair fell in loose curls around her face and shoulders; held back by a delicate circlet. Multicoloured light shimmered behind her, constantly moving like fibre-optic strands. One minute on full display, the next, gone.
Cordelia: Where are the feathers? I was expecting feathers!
Sachiel smiled widely, looking magnificent and vital.
Sash: Thank you so much for your help, and friendship. I’ll miss you all.
Her gaze fell on Angel, her expression became sombre. Moving forward, she reached out a hand, touching his cheek. The sensation was strange - not quite physical, yet deeply felt.
Sash: Always there, don’t forget!
Angel couldn’t speak; didn’t need to.
Drawing back, she faded away. The reception lighting suddenly seemed dull in comparison.
Cordelia squeezed his arm sympathetically; Wesley patted his back awkwardly. No one spoke. Cordelia and Wesley quietly left the building, leaving Angel standing in the same place. Finally, he turned to go upstairs, then stopped when something caught his eye.
He crouched down, and reached out a hand. Standing up, he inspected his find. Watching intently as the light reflected the shimmering colours of the feather he held between his fingers.