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Angel  :  Alternate  Lives  by  The   Fan.


Angelus. He is one of a kind. A vampire with a soul.



He was born in 1750 in Ireland.

The son of a wealthy nobleman. In 1770, he became a vampire. He
was the fledgling of Darla, a wicked and beautiful female
vampire. He would join the inner circle of the Master, a vampire
who had been alive for many centuries. It was the Master who made
Darla in 1357 A.D. in Europe. Angel and Darla lived with the
Master, becoming known as the most ferocious and evil vampires of
all time. They were feared by vampires and demons alike.

Angelus would meet Drusilla in 1856 and make her into one of the
undead. Drusilla in turn would change William "The Bloody"
Harris, a young poet in Britain. William would become the cool,
bad-ass vampire known as Spike. In 1860, Angelus would wander
around in Romania and meet a beautiful gypsy girl. He would
seduce, then kill her. Her people, the magically powered
Kalderash would punish him by restoring his soul, doing something
unprecedented in the history of all beings. A vampire with a
soul. The vilest and most evil of all demonic breeds....cursed
with a conscience. Angelus would feel a lot of remorse for his
past misdeeds and swear to help people.

He left the Master's band and went off on his own in a mission of
Redemption.  From then on, he called himself Angel.

In 1997, he would go to Sunnydale, California and meet Buffy
Summers, the vampire slayer. A young woman gifted with
extraordinary powers and charged with a mission: to kill
vampires. Buffy and Angel would fall in love. Eventually, he
would have to leave Sunnydale because his love for Buffy could
cost him his soul, and without his soul, Angel would revert to
Angelus, his evil self. Angel would go to Los Angeles and meet
some people. The beautiful Cordelia Chase, ex-queen of Sunnydale
high, now a struggling actress and Doyle, a half-demon
masquerading as human. They would create Angel Investigations.
They would help the Helpless. The rest, as they say is history.

But...

What if Angel hadn't come to Sunnydale? He never meets Buffy or
the rest of the gang. He never goes to Los Angeles and fight
Wolfram & Hart. He never sets up shop to help the helpless. He is
a lonely immortal, a rogue vampire cursed with a soul wandering
through life without purpose...

I think it would be interesting to explore...

* * *

ALTERNATE LIVES

Angel woke up slowly and painfully. He got up from the bed where
he slept. It was 10 o'clock in the morning. The human world was
already awake and active. Angel was not part of the day to day,
nine to five world of the humans. He hadn't been for 234 years.

He lived in a small apartment in New York. It was a simple enough
place. One bedroom, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen. He
could afford much more. But he led a frugal lifestyle. He had
gotten an identity as Angelo Lensherr but he hated the name. He
was a nightime security guard at one of NY's sports agencies. XAI
(Ex-Athletes Incorporated). The agency was started by ex-football
player Matthew Johnson and his buddy, former basketball superstar
Nicolas Mabunke. The agency made $34 million a year. Angel made
$70,000.

He had grown tired of the life of running from place to place and
always trying to redeem himself. He fought demons and vampires
and for what? To protect a human world that didn't know he
existed and would hunt him down like a rat if it knew? He was the
vampire with a soul. He wasn't welcome anywhere.

It was Sunday, one of his two days off. He got up and went to the
shower, and got ready. Then he got dressed: black leather jacket,
red shirt, black jeans and black Nike sneakers. He looked at the
gold ring that never left the middle finger of his left hand. The
Ring of M'Kare. It was a special ring that shielded its wearer
from the light of the sun. The ring had been forged by
night-dwelling creatures that existed long before the humans. A
race called the Takkren. The Takkren had been wiped out when the
vampires came into being. These days, vamps ruled the night. But
a little Takkren techno-magic went a long way.

He stepped out into the light and faced the glare of the sun. He
had been in possession of the Ring for over twenty years now and
still couldn't get used to its power. As a vampire, he feared the
light. He walked to his car, a Plymouth Sedan and drove out of
the parking lot.

He drove through the streets of New York. Sometimes, it still
fazed him how the world had changed in just a couple of
centuries. If someone had told him that there would be flying
machines back when he was a kid, he would have laughed. Yet here
they were. He chanced a glance upward at a plane flying far
above. He grinned. Life was good. He soon arrived at his
destination. Club Dread.

It was a Goth club frequented by rich kids who had strange taste
in clothing and pretty much everything else. He went there, and
immediately noticed that at this hour of the day, there weren't
that many people in. He sniffed the air and noticed several
demons. A Skryll (tall, red-eyed, purple-skinned humanoid with
claws and fangs) and three Mortogs (porcupine-like humanoids).
They all had Transfiguration Hexes going on. To any human being
who looked at them, they looked and even sounded human but Angel
wasn't human. They glared at him. Yes, they could tell he was a
vampire. He looked around until he saw the one he was looking
for: Mr. Blake. A tall, muscular black man clad in a business
suit.

Mr. Blake was not a demon, nor was he a human. He was one of
those Half Breeds, the result of unions between humans and
demons. Ahmed Blake owned Club Dread. He was a millionaire. The
guy radiated power. Angel sensed his powers, he had a nose for
half breeds. He watched as Blake simply looked at a cigarette he
held in his hand, and lit it. Pyrokinesis. Cool.

"Hello, Mr. Blake," said Angel.

Blake looked at him, and smiled. "Yo, Angel, my man, whats up?"

Angel came over and shook his hand. He worked for Blake when he
was low on cash. Like now. Angel felt like leaving NY. His life
here was leading nowhere. Even immortality did not protect you
from failure and the hazards of life. "You have a job for me?"
said Angel.

Blake smiled. "Always get to the point, huh, Angel-boy?" he said,
smiling. "Alright, my man. Here's the deal."

They sat down and ordered martinis. Angel sampled his. It was
exquisite. Shaken, not stirred.

"I've got this hot deal for you, Angel. All you have to do is
kill someone." Angel blinked. He had sworn never to take the
lives of human beings a century ago. "I know you dont do that,"
said Blake. Soul and all. I feel you. But your assignment is not
human. It's a monstrosity that needs to be dealt with
immediately."

Angel looked at him. "A non-human?" he said.

Blake smiled. "Dude, this thing is even less human than I am."

Angel nodded. Blake was not very human. He did however have the
human vices of greed and lust. Oh, and having incredible powers
and being heir to fabulous wealth hadn't been good for his
modesty. "How much?" said Angel.

Blake smiled. "One million dollars. Half upfront. Half when the
job is done."

Angel swallowed hard. He hadn't seen that much cash in his
existence. He needed to move and had to get a lot of money...and
this was like a dream come true. "I'm gonna need to think about
it," said Angel. He was thinking...fast. With that much cash, he
could finally set up shop somewhere and look for someone who
could do a Transfiguration on him. He harbored some dreams of
being human, still.

"You'll take it," said Blake.

It wasn't a question. They shook hands. Blake looked at someone
past Angel and the vampire with a soul turned. He looked and saw
something he never thought he'd see. A strange demon. Seven feet
tall, broad-shouldered, muscular. Scaly green skin. Lidless black
eyes. Huge hands ending in wicked claws. Fangs. Large horns atop
a reptilian head. Angel had heard of this kind of demon before,
but they were reclusive and seldom seen in this world. The
Maelaborium. One of the most feared and ruthless demon species.
They were rumored to be from a parallel world called Grakshen and
the footsoldiers of the underworld were recruited among them.

"Greetings, vampire," said the demon. "I am called Maelfas."

Angel looked at Blake. The black man smiled. "Afraid he's your
new partner, Angel. The Maelaborium have an interest in killing
that thing as well."

Angel almost rolled his eyes. The other demons in the club
recoiled. They could sense the Maelaborium's other-worldy,
extra-dimensional power.


Angel and the Maelaborium exited the club. He gasped as the demon
suddenly shifted. It changed, going from a seven-foot,
super-powerful entity to a human. A tall, lean woman with long
red hair and light blue eyes. A woman clad from head to toe in
black leather. Angel couldnt' help but stare.

"Why do you stare ?" said the shapeshifting Maelaborium.

Angel shrugged. "Why do you look like a woman?" he said
pointedly. "Not that I mind."

Maelfas smiled. "I chose to be female because I am female," she
said. "You may call me Mel."

'Oh, great, a girl,' thought Angel.

They walked to Angel's car.

"Nice vehicle," said Mel.

Angel looked at her. "It's a car, humans use it to go around," he
explained.

Mel smiled coldly. "It may surprise you, vampire, that this is
not my first visit to this warren humans call home."

Angel cocked his ear. From what little he knew, the Maelaborium
were isolationists and other beings tended to avoid them. "So,
what exactly are we hunting?" he asked.

Mel frowned a little then looked at him with a strange look on
her face. "We have the honor of hunting the rarest of all
creatures. A Chekarava," said Mel. She explained how rare the
Chekarava were without saying exactly what they were and that
they were highly dangerous.

Angel looked at her. "Any idea how to locate them?"

Mel produced a small blue orb. "This a location hex," she said.
"It will point us in the right direction." The location hex
suddenly became an arrow that pointed straight ahead.

Angel grunted. 'And I thought I was special,' he said to himself.

He drove on.

* * *

Brooklyn, NY.

Miriam Brady woke up. It was around 10 0'clock in the morning.
She lived in a small apartment near the Park. It was an apartment
she shared with her roommate, Linda Tresor. Linda was out on a
date with her boyfriend Kyle Brunsky. Linda and Miriam were both
students at Brooklyn College. Both had been born and raised in
Brooklyn and won scholarships to the local school.

Miriam got up. She was a slender, wiry girl of eighteen. Her skin
was pale-white, her hair black. Her eyes were light brown. She
shaved her head four weeks ago. Her hair was now spiky and real
short. Just the way she liked it. She put on some clothes: Harlem
World T-shirt, black sweatpants and sneakers. She put her New
York Yankees baseball cap on backwards and decided to go for a
jog. Her friends sometimes teased her about being the
quintessential tomboy. She usually didn't mind. There was a lot
they didn't know about her.

For starters, she was a weirdo. It wasn't because of her fashion
statement, or lack thereof. The girl was weird. She had a knack
for getting into trouble. She had once been in a burning building
and been found inside, unconscious amidst the flames. Not even a
blister. She didnt think much of it. She was ten at the time. But
later, when she was seventeen, something happened. A car drove
by, blasting everyone. She dove too late. A dozen bullets hit
her. She fell. She felt the bullets go in. The extreme pain. And
then it was gone. She had healed from the bullet wounds a mere
five minutes after being hit. No one knew this.

Now, there were those weird dreams she kept having. Dreams of
strange, majestic, green creatures of great power hunting her
down and killing her. They called her something: Chekarava!!!

She had to get it out of her system before it drove her nuts. She
left the apartment, and went jogging. The Park was awfully close
to where she lived.

She went there, and started running. She bumped into an old lady.
"Oh, sorry," she said.

The old lady glared at her with malice in her eyes. Then
she...shifted. Miriam gasped. For a second there, the old lady
looked like...something else. She said something that sounded
like gibberish but to Miriam's ears the message was painfully
clear: "Today is the day you die, Chekarava bitch!!!"

Miriam ran.

* * *

New York City.

Angel the vampire looked at the beautiful female sitting on his
passenger seat. "Wanna tell me what this is all about?" he said.

Mel glared at him. "What do you mean, vampire?"

Angel winced. "The name's Angel."

She almost sighed. "We are going to find the Chekarava and kill
it. Simple."

Angel looked at her. "What exactly is a Chekarava?" He said.

"Who cares?" Mel shrugged.

"You do. Your people sent you all the way out here to get the
Chekarava, it must be pretty important."

Mel looked at him. "Alright, I'll talk. The Chekarava is a
monster, an abomination in the eyes of my people. Until it
achieves its full growth, it is vulnerable. That's why we must
get to it as soon as possible."

Angel glared at her. There was a seriousness in her tone that
told him that she was not bull-shitting him. Still, who could
tell with female demons? He scratched his ear. "Mel, what happens
when the Chekarava is full grown, and what exactly is it?" he
said.

"The Chekarava is the offspring of one of us......" she began.

Angel grimaced. "You kill your own children? That's low, even for
demons."

Mel snarled. "The Chekarava is the offspring of a Maelaborium
with a human," she said. "If it is allowed to achieve full
growth, it will be impossible to kill in this Plane of Existence.
It will be unstoppable. It's a natural born conqueror."

Angel smiled. "That's why you fear it so, so what does it look
like? Humanoid, I presume."

Mel looked at the location orb. "Until full growth is achieved,
the Chekarava is more human than not, however, once full growth
is achieved, it has less humanity than even your kind."

Angel looked at her. "We are hunting a human, no way!" he said.

"Concern for a human? How unusual for a vampire!" she said. She
looked at the orb, which went from blue to orange. "This
indicates not only the location of the Chekarava but also other
information." They watched as the orb went from orange to bright
red. Mel smiled. "How unusual," she said.

"What?" said Angel.

"It would appear that the Chekarava in question is quite young,
and female at that."

"Cool," said Angel.

The orb kept shifting and turned bright purple.

"What does it mean?" he asked.

"This means that the Chekarava nears its cycle. It will cease to
be human in one sksahb-ahadm-avbsd," she said.

"What does sksahb-ahadm-avbsd mean?" said Angel.

Mel grinned. "The equivalent of one of your earth weeks," she
said. "We must hurry, fledgling Chekarava will be ravenous once
full growth is achieved."

Angel feared the answer but he had to ask. "What, pray tell, does
a fully grown Chekarava eat?"

Mel grinned evilly. "Humans."

Angel grunted and stepped on the pedal, propelling the car faster
on the highway. They had to get to Brooklyn, fast.

* * *

Brooklyn, NY.

Miriam had finished her jog. She saw her friend Stefan on the
road. Stefan was one of those nice guys she knew. A tall, big and
slightly chubby african-american male. Like her, he was a student
at Brooklyn College. They met not too long ago. They went to the
local McDonalds to eat.

"Miriam, you haven't touched your burger or fries," said Stefan.

Miriam shrugged. "Sorry, Stefan, I'm just out of it lately," she
said.

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Lay it on me, girl."

She hesitated. 'Should she tell him that she had weird dreams
and, oh, she healed quickly from injuries that would kill any
ordinary human being?' She might get committed. "I just feel like
I'm changing," she said. "And not for the better."

Stefan listened as she went on. "Maybe it's a transition toward
something better," he said. "Like a whatever that thing is
called, from that to a Butterfly," he said.

She smiled. The big guy was always helpful. Of course, he didn't
know she dreamed of changing into something so freaky and out of
reality that even those guys on Sci Fi could not have imagined
it. Some kind of flesh-eating monster.

Boy was she glad it was a dream. They talked and talked about
stuff. They talked about school. He was studying computer science
and she was interested in Business Administration. Stefan once
had a crush on Linda, Miriam's roommate. Now, Stefan had affairs
of his own going on. He was seeing a bad-ass kind of girl named
Loren something or other from school. He was into that goth
thing, well, she was. Miriam was happy for him.

She once had a boyfriend, Andre Dubois. He was a tall, lean,
handsome african american boy of seventeen and she was sixteen.
They dated for three months, and she gave herself to him. They
had sex multiple times after that. They were together from tenth
grade to senior year. Then, Andre left town. He went to Boston to
study Business on scholarship. She remained in Brooklyn. She
hadn't had another boyfriend since.

Suddenly, she felt uneasy. She felt dizzy, and also felt pain,
like her head was being split in half. She got a vision. Some guy
was driving a fancy car. There was something in the passenger
seat. Something that looked like a woman, but she knew it wasn't.
She screamed in pain.

"Miriam, girl, are you alright?" said Stefan.

She didn't answer. She just knew she had to get out of there.
Fast.

* * *

At the same time, Angel and his inhuman passenger were entering
Brooklyn. Mel began to quiver with excitement. "The Chekarava is
here, I can feel it," she said.

Angel grunted. "What else is new?" he said.

Mel grinned maliciously. "I think it knows we're coming for it."

Miriam...

She hurried out of the McDonalds. Should she go home? Nah.
Somehow, she knew this was where they'd go. She had to run. She
ran through the street. Maybe she could go somewhere and call for
help. She sensed the cops wouldn't know how to handle this. They
relied on technology and reason and evidence. There was nothing
technological or reasonable about the threat that was coming
after her. She had no money. Against her better judgement, she
found herself running home. She'd take some clothes, some money,
that's it. She had to run. She didn't know about the man who
drove the car in her vision but he didn't matter. She could sense
the power of the being that sat next to him. It wanted her dead.
No doubt about it.

She hurried to her place and took what little money she could
find: $474. She took some clothes. Maybe she could afford a motel
for awhile and food. That was it. She had no car. She left the
building by the back door and was about to hurry to the T station
when she suddenly felt dizzy. It was the presence of that...that
thing, only it was much, much closer.

She hid in the bushes near the building when she saw a car come
and park in the lot. Her heart skipped a beat. It was the
Plymouth Sedan from her vision. She saw two people come out of
it. A tall, well-put-together and handsome man with dark hair and
a strikingly beautiful woman...only she was no woman, though for
some reason Miriam could sense that it was a female. The monster
who had come to kill her. Looking at the man, she could somehow
sense that he was different, very different. Her eyes adjusted
and she saw things differently. People walked by. She saw with
eyes that were more than human. Human beings all contained a
bright yellow essence that glowed within: the soul. She senses
many, many souls around. The woman who had come out of the Sedan
had no such thing, there was a black void. She was a demon. An
evil creature. But when she looked at the man who was with her,
she saw the Void common to all demons. She also saw a bright
yellow essence that was eternal. The soul. A demon....with a
soul?

She had no time to ponder. She had to get out of there. Suddenly,
the female demon turned to look at her. She screeched. A very
inhuman sound. The man-demon with a soul covered his ears.

"What are you doing, Mel?" he said.

"The Chekarava is here, vampire." said the one called Mel.

Miriam felt something inside her rise to an ancient challenge.
She rose from where she hid.

"Here she is," said Mel. "Angel, she is mine."

The man-demon called Angel glared at her. "All I see is a human
girl," he said.

"The Transformation hasn't occured yet. We can't kill her."

Mel looked at Miriam, and suddenly the skies darkened and
overhead, a storm was threatening to blow them all away. "I will
have my meal," said Mel. And she suddenly changed into something
tall and green and very powerful.

"I can't let you kill a human," said Angel, and he threw himself
at Mel. The female demon gasped. The vampire named Angel tried to
grab her but her strength was too great. She threw him off like a
doll. Angel landed twenty feet away. Amazingly, he was still
conscious. "Run, kid, run!" he shouted.

Miriam ran.

Angel forced himself to rise. Mel's strength was incredible. He
was amazed at how strong she was. Then again, she was a
super-powerful, otherwordly, extra-dimensional demon, wasn't she?
He pulled out the sword he always carried under his jacket and
ran after her.

Miriam ran.

She ran as fast as she could. She hurried through the streets.
She could see the female demon coming after her. It was fast. It
also returned to its human form. Now, they were just two women
playing cat and mouse. Down the street, a bunch of guys stared at
them.

"Come back, you bitch!" Mel screamed.

"Leave me alone, freak!" Miriam said as she ran.

"Hmmmm, dykes," said a young Latino man who sat on a corner,
watching the two women.

Meanwhile, Angel...

He could smell Miriam, and the scent was still human. Too bad the
same couldn't be said of Mel. The bitch was strong! He had no
idea if he could take her. She was a shapeshifting super monster
from another world. He was no slouch himself. A vampire with a
soul. He'd doubled back and got his car off the lot. He drove the
unfamiliar Brooklyn street. He had to get to Miriam before Mel
did.....

He suddenly heard shouts and drove his car down a wide street. He
saw the short-haired girl dressed like a boy, and the angry woman
in hot pursuit. "Get in," he said to the girl.

The girl hesitated for a second. "Who the fuck are you?" she
said.

Angel grinned. "I am here to help you, kid. Come with me if you
want to live."

She jumped in the back. Angel hit the pedal, Mel was less than a
hundred feet away...but they left her behind.

* * *

"What's going on?" said Miriam.

"I was hoping you could tell me. I was hired to do a hit, but I
don't do hits on humans." She stared at him. "Hi," he said. "I am
Angel, hit man extraordinaire from Manhattan."

"What are you?" she said.

"Vampire," he said honestly.

Miriam smiled. "Ain't it early for you to be out and about?" she
said.

"I'm a special case," he said quickly.

They drove the streets.

"Know why she want to kill me?" said Miriam.

Angel shrugged. "I don't know, something about you being a
Chekarava or Half Breed."

Miriam hesitated. "Half what?" she asked.

Angel had always believed in telling youngsters the truth. "You
are not human. Not a hundred percent. You are part demon. For
that reason, she wants you dead."

Miriam slumped in her chair. After a few minutes of silence, she
said, "And you?"

Angel grinned at her. "I don't kill humans." He looked at his
watch. He really needed to get back to Manhattan and give Blake a
piece of his mind for assigning him to kill a human. Or a mostly
human and tomboyish female.

"Can you drop me somewhere?" she said.

Angel grimaced. "Actually, that's a bad idea. The demon you just
met has a device for tracking you down. We've been tracking you
down since Manhattan. I wouldn't stop anywhere if i were you."

"Great," said Miriam. "Now, what am I going to do? I can't just
stay on the run for my whole existence!"

Angel scowled. "What's wrong with staying on the run? I've been
doing it since 1770."

Miriam looked at him, laughed. "You don't look old to me, mister
Angel." She looked in the rearview mirror, trying to catch a
glimpse of his handsome face reflected. She saw nothing. "You
gotta be kidding me," she said.

Angel laughed. "Oh, no, little lady. I kid you not."

Back in Brooklyn...

Mel had searched the whole place and hadn't been able to find
them. She had changed into her true form, spreading wings and
flying over the city. In this world, her kind's powers were
limited. Oh, she was still immortal but on Earth, that hardly
made her special. Many breeds of demons were immortal. Vampires,
for one. And the body-stealing Sharek. She was limited in power
and would not be able to remain in her true form for long.

Maelaborium seldom left their homeworld. The red sun of their
world nourished them and gave them endless life and strength.
Still, some Maelaborium males got this urge to wander around
looking for adventure. Some females also suffered from that
unnatural urge. They left the homeworld through Portals. They
liked to visit Earth. While limited in power there, they also
gained one. On the homeworld, a Maelaborium had a lifespan of
five thousand cycles (years). On earth, the yellow sun simply
stopped the aging process in their bodies. They could live
forever there.

Some of the Maelaborium, mostly the males had affairs with human
females. These affairs resulted in half breed offspring. The
Chekarava. The Maelaborium were a proud race. To mix their blood
with that of humanity was an outrage. Still, some did it. The
Supreme Council on the homeworld created a special task force to
hunt down and kill all Chekarava.

They were very dangerous creatures. The powers they inherited
from their demonic parents would make them super predators on
Earth. Mel thought this fool Angel did not know what he was
doing. Then again, Angel was a male and the Chekarava was an
attractive female...maybe he was attracted to her... the thought
of it made Mel shudder in disgust. The sooner she found and
killed the Chekarava, the better. She used her powers to mesmer a
human. This human was tall, female, and had dark brown skin. The
human female called herself Miranda Brown. Mel had come to her in
a place called a bar, and told her she was looking for a young
woman. The black female had smiled and asked her to dance.
Unfamiliar with human customs, Mel agreed. Miranda proceeded to
grope her in the same manner she had seen males grope females on
the homeworld. Earthlings were disgusting! And unnatural. Still,
Mel needed the black woman's help so she had proceeded to mesmer
her.

The Mesmer Trick was an old one Maelaborium females used on the
males they cherished to prevent unfaithfulness. For a period of a
year, it would turn any male into a lovesick puppy, as humans
would say. The Mesmer Trick only worked during sexual encounters.
Mel hadn't known how to have sex with a human, much less a female
but Miranda Brown had been eager to teach her.

First, she lay Mel on a bed with her legs spread then she ate
Mel's pussy. Mel found this sensation very pleasurable. It seemed
that human female bodies had a heightened capacity for pleasure.
She allowed Miranda to fuck her with her fingers, then let the
woman fuck her with something called a strap on dildo. Then
Miranda insisted on being pleasured. Mel had scanned the black
female and detected places of pleasure. She had Miranda close her
eyes then assumed the form of a human male and used the male
penis to enter Miranda's pussy, and fuck her until orgasm ensued
for the both of them, then Miranda lowered her anus upon Mel's
penis and allowed herself to be buttfucked.

Mel found Miranda's ass to be far tighter and more enjoyable than
her pussy. Mel came in Miranda's ass. When she saw Miranda about
to open her eyes, she resumed the female form she liked to wear
and Mesmerized the woman. Now, Miranda was a lovesick drone who
would do anything Mel asked. Mel decided that her new minion
should drive her to whatever destination Angel and the Chekarava
had gone to.

It wasn't over yet and Mel wanted to complete her mission.

The  end.

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