"Immortal Beloved..." CXXXVI...



PG-13





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Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...

Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (136) versions of events following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question" through to "Not Fade Away" and beyond... (Not a continuous story, though some are multipart...)

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"You're out of your Undead mind..."

"Poof, we've no choice...We've got to take a risk..."

"A risk, Spike?...This isn't a risk...This is sheer suicide..."

"I like that...Angel, I happen to know what I'm about..."

"Right..."

"This is a sure-fire plan, Angel...And we can't go on like this, waiting for the inevitable end..."

"We've survived up to now...Illyria?...Gunn?..."

"Winifred..." Illyria corrected from her chair where she sat, decked out in Fredian dress...Extremely Fredian... "I don't mean to hurt anyone but you...Guys...All agreed..."

"Sorry, Winifred..." Angel sighed... "But you agreed this idea is insane?..."

"I don't know Angel..." Charley shook head...Will brightening at the support... "William may have something here...'Twilight' made a fortune and is still raking it in..."

"The last of what we scraped from the collapse of Wolfram-Hart after the LA battle?...On a book?...By him?..." Angel frowned at William...

"A book about zombies...?" he stared...

"Not just any run-of-the-mill zombies, Angel...Heroically redeemed, world-saving, romantic zombies..." Will noted, rather proudly...



"Oh, come on..."

"It's the untapped market, Liam..." Will enthused... "And best of all...Our main character is a woman...A heroine..."

"A zombie woman..."

"An Undead Heroine...Seeking her lost love..." Will beamed... "Defeating Evil while seeking to prove her regained...Well, semi-...Humanity...Repairing the damage she's done to others while unable to help herself...And of course the romantic quest..."

"Repairs the damage she's done...You mean, in eating brains?...Just how does she manage to repair that?..."

"We drop the brain-eating...It's passe anyway...She feeds off bioenergy..."

"Great...So how does she repair bioenergy sucking?...Her victims are dead, right?..."

"Ah, but in what form of dead are we talking?..."

"Ok...She goes round like some Undead Earl, what, finishing off her victims who are also zombies?..."

"Well...Sort of...But she restores them to a kind of normal life..."

"As domesticated zombies...?"

"I know of a lot of people who'd take their beloved ones back in any form not involving Evil and killing..." Will noted...

"And the sappy quest...?"

"I thought it romantic..." 'Winifred'/Illyria, a bit miffed... "William modeled the quested one on my Wesley..."

"Oh?..."

"Ummn..." William eyed Angel... "Yeah..."

"Oh...I see...So then the 'object of zombie desire' doesn't have blonde hair?..."

"No, certainly not...Brown hair..."

"And he's a scholar...From the nineteenth century..." 'Winifred'/Illyria noted...

"Really...?" Angel, thin smile at Will...

"Poet, by any chance?..."

"A very fine one..." she nodded... "Wesley did write poems, didn't he?..."

"All English scholarly types write poems, love..." William, hastily... "Of course, the character incorporates many different people...But the main thing is it's a star-crossed romance...That's always sure-fire..."

"But he's dead too, right?...Nineteenth century and all?..."

"Oh, yeah...But see, his soul hovers about, seeking to aid the love who killed him...Involuntarily of course...In her more Evil days..."

"Uh-huh..."Angel, frowning... "Who's gonna find a dead poet and a lumbering female zombie heroine an attractive couple...Wait?..."



"She's a Slayer, isn't she?...A zombie Slayer?..."

"We don't use the word...An Undead protector of Humanity..."

"I still see potential, Angel..." Charley noted... "We already have a studio interested..."

"What?..."

"I'm tellin' you, Angel...The gravy train is pulling up to our battered and weathered door..." William nodded... "We'd best be ready to hop on board...What?..." he eyed Angel's somewhat downcast face...

"It couldn't be vamps...?"Angel, reluctantly... "I mean, vamps are big now...At least on the screen..."

"Vamps have had their day...But they're passe now...We want to be on the cutting edge of the next wave...I see a TV series...The first season is all about our heroine's redemption..."

"From eating brains..."

Frown...

"Ok, from sucking bioenergy...And how does a zombie find redemption...Not to mention enunciate dialog besides...'Grrr, arrgh'..."

"Karloff's monster did it with hands and 'Grrr'...A fine actress...I'm thinking Hathaway, maybe...Can do the same...Besides a brilliant noble physician helps her recover some of her faculties midway through the story..."

"Well?..."

"Awful as it is..." Angel frowned... "I suppose..."

"Gunn, get Lorne on the phone and tell him we're in..."

"Great...So, who do we cast as her son?..."

"Son?!..." Angel sputtered... "The zombie heroine has a son?..."

"Thought you'd like that touch..." Will nodded...

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