Memory Lane (Shadow and Holly)

Holly walked to Shadow's other side and gave her a 'thee eff?' look, before nodding once at Bond.
"We'll uh ... leave her with you then...?" she asked hesitantly, more so to Shadow than Bond.

Archangel looked at Shadow and Holly before looking at Bond. Shadow nodded at Holly.
"Now we leave."

"Right...." Holly said slowly.
Bond beamed at them.
"Lets go then..." Holly said, taking Shadow's arm and apparating.

Shadow let herself be apparated out of the place, not looking back at Archangel. The little girl watched them go sadly.

"Okay WHAT THE FUDGE?" Holly yelled, "THATS YOUR KID YOU KNOW! I DIDNT BRING A CLONE!"

Shadow, now sure that Bond was out of earshot, gave Holly an evil grin.

Archangel had the exact same face on as she looked up at Bond.

"Uh....Shadow?" Holly asked, waving a hand in front of her face, "Your kid. Dude! EXPLAIN!"

"Archangel. She never lived up to her name..." Shadow said.

Holly thought about this. The penny dropped.
"Aaaaah....." she said, "I still dont geddit..."

Meanwhile Bond circled Archangel.
"Do you see him at all?" he asked, "The Dark Lord?"

"Like I would want to ." Archangel said.

"She must have brought you up the same as the others...." Bond muttered, "Typical. Oh well, we'll soon drill some sense into you....The Dark Lord's genes....imagine that!"

Archangel raised one eyebrow and folded her arms, looking scarily like her mother when she was not amused.

"That creeps me out," Bond said, "Dont do that."
He stopped walking, clapped his hands together, and withdrew a sword from his overcoat pocket. I know, an overcoat, in Summer. The idea!

((You haven't seen the new doctor then, but he suits it!))

Archangel rolled her eyes.
"So, why am I here? You must have a reason."

((Uh.... NORK!))

Bond sighed lightly.
"Of course I have a reason, small-brained child!" he snapped and examined his sword.
"I want the Dark Lord's blood."

"You want the..." Archangel swore. Yes, Onyx had found the rude dictionary and she had memorised it.

"Yes I want the - " Bond swore in the same way, "And then I will clone it exactly ... and I will make an army of Dark Lords .."
He grinned at the thought.

((I want one of those dictionaries!))

((We've got one, in french))

"You have got to be kidding me..." Archangel said.

(( :O :O :O :O :O :O :O UNFAIRNESS!!!!!))

"I dont joke," Bond lied, "Now hold still."
He raised the sword, and went to make a small inscision on Archangel's arm.

"OW!" Archangel yelled.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body," Bond muttered impatiently. He summoned a glass vial, and let a few drops of blood drip into it.

Archangel snatched her arm back.
"You're sick!"

"Maybe so," Bond said, putting the lid on the vial, "I didnt think your own mother would leave you like that ... I was all prepared for a fight.... I must say, Im a little disappointed in her."

"That's because she left you a litle surprise." Archangel said.

Bond's face fell a little.
"She what?" he asked, with forced coolness.