Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred teleported Gwen, Vortigern and Spike to the lobby of the Hotel Hyperion. Gwen wanted to spend more time with the members of Angel Investigations, and who was he to deny his love anything. "Here we are, love." He held her to him tighter for a moment before letting go. Vortigern had already flipped his sketchbook open and was walking away, Spike hanging over his shoulder and offering comments.
"Stop it, Spike."
"But I wanna see, pet..."
"Stop touching my arse."
"But it's not my fault our arse looks so good in those pants, luv..."
Mordred snickered slightly.
Gwen
Gunn heard voices and came out into the lobby and saw everyone.
"Oh hey."
"Hey Gunn." Gwen smiled awkwardly, then looked around. "Dark Avenger about?"
"Yeah, he's in his room, I can go get - "
"I'll get him." Gwen smiled and headed up to get Angel.
MOrdred and Vortigern
"Say hi to him for me, yeah?" Mordred called after Gwen. Meanwhile Spike had captured Vortigern's wrists above his head and was whispering to him in roughly accented English as he pinned him to the wall.
"Spike..."
"Yes luv?"
"Stop this. Right now. I want to draw."
Gwen
Gunn coughed feeling awkward and looked away. He glanced up at the top of the stairs, hoping for Gwen to return soon with Angel. He felt out of place. Seeing as Mordred really hated him and the feeling was basically mutual.
"I should... uh... go."
Mordred
"Why? Stay. We can...chat." Mordred grinned wolvishly, easily picking up the other man's uneasiness. He flipped a smoke into his hand and lit up, before blowing a casual stream of smoke in Gunn's direction.
Gunn
Gunn waved a hand in front of his face, trying to make the smoke go away.
"Man, don't..."
Mordred
"Eh. I forget." Mordred dropped his cigarette and ground it underneath a bootheel. "Americans."
Gunn
"Whatever. Geez. Man."
Gunn rolled his eyes and turned to leave then turned around again.
"You know what? I just... why do you keep coming back?"
Mordred
"Why do you think? Gwen has an attachment, and hey. I like to keep her happy. And besides...I love causing havoc. You're just too much fun to tease." Mordred shrugged fluidly, one corner of his mouth quirked up in an evil grin. If Gunn had been famaliar with the Mavericks he would've been running for cover about then.
Gunn
"I get it, you know, you got her. She wanted you and not me! Don't keep rubbing it in, it hurts, you know!"
Gunn cracked his knuckles in frustration.
Mordred
"I know...but I'm bored, and hey! You're here. And just begging to be messed with." Mordred got another cigarette out, and lit it palming his lighter easily and returning it to his pocket. "So, what's your deal anyway?" The cigarette dangled easily from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
Gunn
Gunn grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and squashed it.
"The deal is no smoking. And the deal is none of your business."
Mordred
"Gurrier," Mordred spat. "You have any idea how hard it is to get a pack of bleeding smokes over here when you're 17?" He 'ported out of reach and then defiantly lit up another cigarette. "Bloody Yanks..."
Gunn
"What the hell did you say to me? Why don't you just get the hell out, take your brother, take Spike, take Gwen and get lost!"
Mordred
"As long as Gwen wants to stay, we'll stay." Mordred's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Gunn. "And I'll call you anything I damn well please while you're being a right git." He dragged back on the cigarette and then lazily let the smoke trickle out his mouth. "Gealtir."
Gunn
Gunn narrowed his eyes back at Mordred. He stalked over and pulled the cigarette out and threw it away.
"Just get the hell out of here, god! I'm so sick of you already."
Mordred
"Sweet Jesus! What the bloody hell is with you?" Mordred glared back, and then 'ported away to the top of the stairs. He lit another cigarette and hung over the stair rail as he glared at Gunn. "Come and get this one, arsehole." He tapped the end so that ash floated to the floor.
Gunn
"Screw you, isn't it enough that you took my girl? That's right, she was mine, then you took her away, and then you come back and rub it in. Why don't you just piss off?!"
Mordred
"First off, didn't know she was yours." Mordred ported back down to the floor. "Second, Gwen is not a thing. Third, why don't you try and make me go, gurrier?" He inhaled on his cigarette and waited for Gunn to move. He wouldn't start this pyhsically, but if the other guy did...oh, what fun he would have.
GUnn
"Damn you."
Gunn raised his fist and hit Mordred before he even knew what he was doing.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred stumbled bakwards a few steps, then nodded slowly, one hand on his jaw. "If that's th' way ye want it."
"Mordred!" Vortigern yelped, having suddenly realised what was happening. He struggled ineffectually against Spike's restraining arms. "Let me go, Spike!"
"Nah, pet. We're gonna watch this out." Spike slid down the wall, keeping Vortigern imprisoned on his lap.
Mordred rolled his shoulders, then drove his fist at Gunn's face, 'ported, and then kicked out at Gunn's knees, 'port, kick, 'port, punch. Dizzying random jumping.
Gwen
Gunn was basically falling over, trying to punch Mordred when Gwen ran down the stairs.
"Stop it! Gunn, Mordred!" She ran over and grabbed Mordred's arm.
Mordred
He was already in mid punch, and unable to stop so he twisted and fell bringing her down with him. "Gwen. First rule of fighting. Don't interuppt. It's rude, love, and could mean you get hurt." He stared up at her, smiling slightly. He'd been kicking Gunn's ass and he loved it. "I was having fun. Why'd you interuppt? And besides, he punched me first."
Gwen
Gunn stepped back and wiped some blood from his mouth.
"Sorry Gwen."
"Forget it." Gwen glared angrily at Mordred and then at Gunn and sighed. "Just forget it all." She ran out, her long brown hair flowing behind her.
Mordred and Vortigern
"Aw, bloody hell!" Mordred delivered one more punch to Gunn's jaw, sending the older man crashing backwards. "Gwen! Wait!" He ran after her.
"I knew your brother could fight," Spike mused. "He's gotten really good. Havta move the Danger Room level up some."
"God, Spike..." Vortigern sighed, letting his head rest against the vampire's silent chest. "The two of you just don't get it."
Gwen
Gunn rubbed his jaw and sighed, heading for his room upstairs.
Gwen turned around and faced Mordred.
"You know what, I don't care what you have to say, I don't care who started it, what I care about is the fact that you... you promised me you wouldn't fight, and hey, what the hell were you doing in there?"
Mordred
"He punched me first!" Mordred retorted sullenly. "'M not gonna just stand there and take it. Thought you didnt want to change me? That's part of who I am. I fight, love to do it, but I didn't promise not to retaliate. I *didn't* start this, Gwen. I wanted to talk to him, see if we could get over this. Obviously thought wrong, didn't I?"
Gwen
"I don't care. I'm so sick of this! So freaking sick of this. I'm sick of you and him at each others throats! I don't want to be the cause of that, and I am, and it's killing me. IT'S KILLING ME! I can't do this anymore!"
Tears were pouring from Gwen's eyes like a waterfall and shew could feel them sparking. But she didn't care.
Mordred
Mordred put his hands over his mouth and screamed into them with frustration. "Fine. Just...fine. I don't *want* to be at his throat. Excuse the fuck outta me if I thought I could make it right with him, and he decided he wanted a punch up instead. I don't stand there if I get hit. I hit back." Mordred shook his hair out of his eyes with a violent movement of his head, before hauling off and punching the side of the building. "Hell, Gwen, I thought we were past this!" He kept punching, ignoring his now bleeding knuckles. A low stream of constant Gaelic curses tumbled through his mind. You idiot!
Gwen
"Whatever, you know what? I don't care anymore. I'm going back to New York. I don't care if you come or not... I really couldn't give a shit."
Gwen turned and started to leave.
Mordred
"Ain't nothing for me here or there without you, love..." he whispered sadly, and then leant his head against the wall, tears already falling. He couldn't bear to watch her leave. "Knew I couldn't do this without screwing it up...Christ, I'm such a fool..."
Gwen
Gwen made it back to her house in record time, and threw some things into a bag. She flopped onto her bed and started to cry. Thinking she heard a noise, she got up and grabbed a blanket, a pillow and a mattress and dragged it into the panic room and locked it, taking comfort in the fact that she was the only one who could lock and unlock it.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred headed out to get drunk. He needed to fight and bleed and hurt, and he bet he could do that in the dingier parts of the city. LA couldn't be that different from London.
"Spike? We need to go fnd Mordred. Or Gwen. I think something really really bad has happened." Vortigern stood in the doorway of the hotel and worried his bottom lip anxiously. "I can hear him weeping on our link. Howling actually." Tears started to slip from his brown eyes. "He *hurts* so bad..." Spike caught a tear on his fingertip.
"Well, then we go bring your brother home."
Gwen and Bobby
Gwen lay on the mattress looking up at the metal roof. She reached behind her and pulled her cell phone out and dialled Bobby's number in New York.
"Hey, Bobby?"
"Yeah, hey Gwen."
Gwen's tears started to fall and she couldn't stop them. "I... I need your help."
"Oh my god, are you ok? Anything, anything."
"Tell Mordred I'm sorry."
"Gwen? Gwen?!"
Gwen hung up and pulled LISA off. She zapped the phone quickly and then went over to the safe. She turned the combination and opened it, pulling out some sleeping pills. She twisted the top and shook all the pills out. That should be enough to kill her, she thought. She closed her eyes and put them into her mouth, grimacing at the taste. Once they'd gone down her throat, she started to sweat. Using her last ounce of strength, she lifted her arm weakly, and sent a bolt of electricity at the door, unlocking it.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred was fighting with three vampires, drunk out of his brain when he felt it. "Gwen..." That let one of the vampires get a lucky shot in and send him cracking backwards into a wall. And then they were dust. Spike loomed over him and gave him a hand to his feet. "GWEN!"
"Bloody hell!" Mordred went wild in Spike's arms, biting and kicking madly.
"Y'don'unnerstan'! Gwen!" He wrenched himself out of Spike's arms and 'ported. Spike and Vortigern turned on their heels and ran, yelling for a taxi. Mordred trusted his talent to get him to wherever Gwen was and just made it, drunk and hurting as he was. "Gwen?! Love?!" He fell down on his knees next to her. "Gwen, what the hell did you do?! I'm not worth that!"
Gwen
Gwen could see someone standing above her. She couldn't see properly, everything was blurry. In a panicked move, she shot out a bolt of electricity, before everything went dark.
Mordred
Mordred grunted as the electricity hit him and he slammed backwards into another wall. "Sweet Jesus..." He staggered over to Gwen and managed to lift her into his arms. He spotted the pill bottle and cursed. "Least I know what to do here. C'mon, love. Throw it up, there's a good girl." He made her head hang down, then stuck a finger down her throat to trigger her gag reflex. Call the ambulance next, he would.
Gwen
Gwen started to choke and she began to cough, wretching as her vision started to come back. Her eyes were watering from the pain and she was vomiting everywhere. She started to cough uncontrollably.
Mordred
Mordred convulsed on the floor, but he did manage to get his hand away from her mouth. Sparks of electricity ran through him and he arched his back, drumming his heels against the concrete floor. He didn't regret it though. His eyes rolled back in his head and he bit back a scream. God, it burned.
Gwen
Gwen finished vomitting but her eyes remained closed. Maybe this was death? Because she'd been bad. She'd been horrible. She was going to Hell. Maybe this was it though, the end of all the pain. She opened her eyes after a few minutes and could see something hovering above her. It spoke.
*You won't have peace, little one. Not when you've hurt everyone. Betrayed yourself and Him.*
"I won't go to Heaven? Why won't I go to Heaven? Is it because I'm different?"
The thing laughed at her. *You're a freak.*
Gwen's tears kept falling and she closed her eyes again, unable to move.
Mordred
Mordred moaned and thrashed on the floor, aftershocks of electricity still runnig through his system. Gwen, love, please, oh christ love, please, make it stop...He managed to knock her hand with his head. His heart felt like it was going to burst.
Still far away and in a speeding cab, Vortigern screamed in pain. "Spike, he hurts, he hurts, oh god, it burns..." Spike wrapped his whimpering lover in his arms and snarled at the driver to go faster.
Gwen
*You're going to Hell.*
Gwen let out an angry cry and a dome of electricity surrounded her body, she thrashed inside it, screaming in pain as the electricity became more intense, so did her writhing. She was screaming, her heart felt like it was going to burst.
"WHY WON'T I GO TO HEAVEN?!"
*You don't deserve Heaven. You don't deserve anything. You're just meant to die.*
"THEN LET ME DIE!"
Mordred and Vortigern
"Gw-we-ee-en..." Mordred's body jolted under the electricity, spasming wildly. His eyes rolled up in his head, and he finaly screamed.
"WOLF!" Vortigern wailed along with his twin. "He's dying!"
Gwen
A piercing scream cut through the mist inside Gwen's mind. She was fading fast, but something inside her triggered memories. She felt the electricity diminish and re-enter her body. She tried to sit up, but felt dizzy. Then she saw Mordred.
"OH my god!"
She grabbed LISA and stuck it on, hoping it would activate, then crawled painfully over to Mordred, lifting his head into her lap. Her tears fell onto his face.
"Oh shit, Mordred, Mordred, oh god." Gwen was hugging him and crying wildly, her eyes darting around looking everywhere, unable to focus.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred rolled his eyes and moaned. At least the burning had stopped. "Uhhhh..." he tried to talk and falled miserably. He *hurt*.
"It's stopped, thank god, it's stopped..." Vortigern wept into Spike's chest. "Hurry, please, hurry."
Gwen
Gwen looked around for something to help. She grabbed her cell phone and zapped it again, hoping it would work. Thankfully, it did. She dialled for an ambulance. It would be coming any second now.
She gazed down at Mordred, and realised she had done that. She had to leave. As soon as he was on the way to the hospital, she would pack up and leave.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred managed to read her mind and howled soundlessly. "Don', don' leave me...couldn't bear it if ye left me..." he clutched at her with weak fingers. "Please don'! I'll be good, jus', jus' don' leave me, pleasseeee..." he knew he was crying but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Nearly there, oh please, for the love of god, hurry!" Vortigern hadn't stopped crying since they got in the taxi. Spike stroked his head and Vortigern arched up into it.
Gwen
The ambulance came just before Spike and Vort arrived. Gwen watched them put him onto the stretcher. They asked how it happened and she shrugged, still unable to say anything. She got in the back of the ambulance with Mordred and sat by him, knowing these would be the last moments where she would see him.
It didn't matter what he said, she had hurt him. Badly. She could've killed him. It wasn't safe for her to be around him.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred was unconscious when they reached the hospital. Gwen left before Vortigern came barrelling in and headed straight for his twin. Spike held up the nurses so he could. They both settled themselves next to Mordred and Vortigern lifted a limp curl of his twin's dark hair off his forehead.
"He's going to go berserk when he realises she left," Vortigern said quietly, watching his twin's wan face.
"Yeah, I know. He falls hard, this one."
"Not all the time. And he'll probably never do it again. Prof's gonna have to keep him sedated or he'll kill himself trying to get to her. Or just plain kill himself." Vortigern lifted his twin's hand and held it. "Why does he always get kicked in the arse? Mordred is never lucky at things like this. He *never* wins. *Never* gets a break." Vortigern settled in for a long night. "Y'know, I think I'm going to break Gunn's fingers," he said thoughtfully.
"Good idea pet."