Chapter Five "This is your room." Angel shoved the door open and switched on the light. Lindsey looked around in disgust at the unremodeled room. There was a definite moldy odor, which almost made him gag. "You've got to be kidding." "Consider this home for the next few days." Angel turned and walked our, barely hiding the smirk on his face. Lindsey dropped his duffel bag beside the bed, and placed his guitar case next to it. Truth be told growing up he survived worse. At least he had a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in. Perhaps once he got his hands on some cleaning supplies the smell would go away. The blanket that covered the sagging bed was worn in spots and had seen better days. Inspecting the rest of the room he noticed that there was a connecting bath, that at the moment he just wasn't brave enough to take a close look at. A dresser, that was missing two drawers. Not that Lindsey packed many clothes. It was more a grab and run kind of thing. If he could just get through these next few days he could be on his way. He could do it. It took a lot to break him. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "You give him the room that had that water leak we didn't know about. The one that smells like something died in it?" Cordelia was sitting next to Willow's bedside flipping through a magazine. Angel nodded and smiled over at her. "You are evil. Angelus would be proud." Tossing her reading material on to the bedside table she stood and stretched. "I am wiped out. See you in the morning." Walking to the doorway she stopped and turned around. "If you need anything just holler." Angel sat in the chair Cordelia had occupied and stared at Willow. It had been two years that he hadn't seen her, hadn't been on the outside of her life. When in Sunnydale he had always been there, even if lurking in shadows, watched her grow up for four years. So much happened in those years, and God only knew what she went through during the past two. Physically she was pretty much the same. Her hair was a little shorter. Her features a little more pronounced. But she still had the young fresh look he remembered her by. Angel studied her face closely, never having been this close with out her being aware of his presence. She had a small scar on the underside of her chin. But even with that she was beautiful. Not just by looks but also by her whole person. Never in all his years had he met someone so giving and excepting. How could he have broken the bonds of friendship so easily and quickly? Was he so foolish when he left Sunnydale to think that he'd never see Willow or any of the other Sunnydale residents again. That he could just put them out of his mind and start fresh. If not for the redhead in the bed he would never have had the chance for the fresh start. 'Guess Angelus isn't the only one to blame for being a selfish bastard.' Leaning back in his seat, Angel prepared himself for the long night ahead of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So what's there to do here?" Gunn asked, half-afraid of the answer he would get. "Well there's a place called the bronze. Never been there myself, but the last time I was here it was where Cordy and her friends would go." Wesley answered Gunn's question, not bothering to look up from his book. "And you were here last two years ago. Great the place is probably crawling with kids." "You could always patrol." Wesley offered, wishing that Gunn would either leave the hotel room they were sharing, or go to sleep. Heaving himself off the bed, Gunn fished through his bag for his weapons. "I'm going out." "Huh-huh." Wesley nodded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finding demons to fight hadn't been a challenge. He had just left the room when two vampires attacked. Getting rid of the first with a quick thrust of his stake he concentrated on taking out the second. After a few blows to the head, and an almost crippling kick to the groin. Gunn dusted the second, only to hear clapping from behind. Spinning ready to attack a came face to face with Buffy. Standing a few feet behind her was Spike and Xander. "Well at least I know you can fight. But perhaps you should call it a night. I can handle things." Buffy went to pass him, the two males following behind. Gunn watched as they disappeared down the street, annoyed at how the blonde had talked down to him. His and Wesley's little visit to Sunnydale better be a short one, he reflected. Because if not Gunn was sure to say a few things he would later regret. |
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