Blast from the Past
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Angel said that the streets were unsafe, not a place for a boy, as he putted it. But Connor has yet to see what's so unsafe about it. He's the destroyer, nothing can stop him, nothing has. That is except for Angelus. Maybe that's what Angel was talking about, rogue vampires that were at one time the best. Well there's still something missing, the answer to why they'd be in L.A. After all, Sunnydale was the hell mouth.
Connor was indestructible, so he has taken a great disliking toward rules and orders. Nah, he didn't live with Angel nor wish to. Connor walked the sidewalks at night. In truth that is when vampires were said to be out.
Sure enough, the rumors proved right. A cry for help found it's way to Connor's ears. He jerked his head in its direction to see if he was hearing things. But it was still coming so Connor began to run in the direction. Connor slid to a halt when he found the vampire feeding on a person. Connor ran forward toward them and immediately jumped in to action. He grabbed the vampire by the hair, yanking it away from the victim. Connor brought his right fist into it's face connecting to make a blow. The vampire was taken aback but the strength submitted from this tiny little boy. But not a second wasted the vampire took in his reaction and turn blows at Connor. Connor blocked every blow and smoothly turned defense to offense. Connor spin kicked the vampire and hurriedly pulled out his stake. The stake found home the second the vampire stood up.
But there was little time for victory for there were what seemed 10 demons closing in on him. Connor was hesitant to begin this fight. One rule he remembered learning was that never begin a fight unless you're sure you can win. That was one demon and these were ten. He was greatly outnumbered. Connor feels the fear creeping up on him; deep down he wished that Angel would show. But time was running low and the demons were moving in. One only moved though, it must've been the leader. The demon, the one who was black leather pants, black shirt with a matching black jacket, he crept more closely to Connor. Connor didn't mean to but he crept back, he slowly backed up as if he was afraid.
The demon was inches away; he could have easily got a hold of Connor right then. Connor was feet away from the wall. The demon was fast and swift, no one could have predicted his next move. His hand shot out and connected with the boy's chest. The impact was unbelievable; it sent Connor flying back into the wall. Connor head slammed into the wall and let him drop down to the ground. In a second the demons were hovering over him. The leader grabbed Connor by the neck and brought him eye's length, slamming him against the wall in the process. Connor couldn't hold himself back from glaring.
The hold on his neck felt like dead weight unable to fall away. The demon had locked eyes with Connor. "You look just like your father," The demon finally spoke. Connor had to restrain himself from dissing the demon. "You're not nearly as strong as your father though. You hate him don't you? You hate a man you don't even know. Now we hate him too. Yes, we want to kill him. And you well draw him because he hates no one. Not even those who try to kill him. You don't know what your father did do you?" All Connor could do was shake his head. "You will soon learn," was what the demon offered. Well Connor didn't want to learn, he didn't care what Angel had done. The demon released Connor who fell a few feet to land on his feet.
"I don't want to learn about Angelus," Connor spoke like a villain. His words were stern and unmistakable. The demon looked down at the kid.
"That's just too bad. Here's a taste right now, just to get you into it." The demon's hand was hovering about Connor's head; a blue light expanded from it and all was a blur after.
The place was lit, very well. It was a warehouse. Connor couldn't change his view all he saw was some guy hanging from chains. That guy had a red shirt and it was opened. But if you were to look closer you would see that that person would be a vampire, Angel to be more exact. But he wasn't the only one in the warehouse. There were two more. One blonde haired guy who was more on the pale side and the other one were bald with glasses. Connor was there but he could see it all.
"His skin," Spoke the bald one, Marcus.
"Annoying isn't it? Still attached," answered the blonde one, Spike.
"Let's skip a little ahead, so you can see how you father acted in that time, 3 years ago," came a voice in Connor's ear. Connor nodded without nodding.
"What do you want, Angel?" Marcus asked.
"Are you going to torture me or bore me to death?" Angel asked impatiently. Marcus removed a poker that had been heated and stabbed it into the lower part of Angel's chest, Angel let out a scream.
"That sound like your father?" Came the voice again. "Wouldn't want to bore you." The scene seemed to fast forward like a tape.
"You're an idiot," spoke Angel.
"You think? Because I'm not the one chained to the ceiling with hot pokers in my side," Spike shot back defensively.
"You hired a vampire. What do you think he is going to do with the rings when he finds it, huh? Hand it over to you?" Angel answered as if Spike had asked a question.
"Oh, good Lord, why didn't I think of.? Oh, wait half a mo', I did. I hired a guy who doesn't care about the ring, or anything else on God's green earth except taking blokes apart one piece at a time. - It's called addiction, Angel. We all have it. - I believe yours is named Slutty the vampire Slayer," Spike spoke. The music ends and Spike breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you! - Speaking of little Buff, I ran into her recently. Your name didn't come up. Although she has been awful busy jumping the bones of the first lunk-head that came along. Good-looking fellow - used her shamelessly. - She is cute when she is hurting, isn't she?" Spike shot back again
"I think she's cuter when she's kicking your ass," Angel insulted.
"Want to see what his sidekicks were doing? You know Angel always have sidekicks. Well, they've changed. You've never met Doyle and Cordelia looks different." The voice seemed the same, unchangeable. Connor knew it was pointless in answering; he had to watch.
Spike comes out of Angel's office just to see Cordelia with a crossbow. "Cordelia," Connor murmured.
"When you are done giving the place the Johnny Depp once-over - I hope you have the cash to pay for all of this." Cordelia's voice was full of womanhood, defense and strength. Connor had no idea who Johnny Depp was and doubted Spike knew.
"Cordelia, love the hair," Spike spoke in that always annoying voice. "Me to," Connor added.
"Wish I could say the same," Cordelia snapped. Connor snickered at this. Another man was close to Cordelia, aiming a gun at Spike, "That's close enough," The man spoke, Doyle.
"What is it with you good guys running in packs? Who is this one then?" Spike sounded irritated but then again he is the one that broke into their hotel.
"More than meets the eye," answered Doyle.
"Ooh, the Mick's got spine, maybe I'll snap it in two," Spike stated, his voice full of ice.
The scene fast-forward a little bit. "Where's Angel?" Doyle asked.
"Angel, um - tall brooding guy, caveman brow? - He's having the living hell tortures out of him. And you know how stubborn he can be, he might die before he gives up the ring. Why don't you two find it real fast and give it to me. I'll let Angel go," Spike answered, his eyes full of innocence.
"I don't trust you," stated Cordelia.
"To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: 'duh!'" Mocked Spike. "But you have until sundown to save him. You'll find me behind Peterson's Fishery between Seward and Westminster." Spike began to walk off. "Don't be late."
The scene shifted again and they were back at the warehouse. Cut to the warehouse. Marcus is circling Angel holding a pistol in his hands.
"Most things that live and breath hate the dark and love the light," Stated Marcus. Marcus shoots a hole in the ceiling so Angel flinches back from the beam of sunlight that streams in through the hole. "We are different though, aren't we? We hate the light of day, and it hates us back in kind." Marcus shoots again. "You hid the ring Angel, or you could be walking in the light right now. So I have to wonder: what do you want if not the ring? It's through the pain that we find the truth of who we are. It strips us of our defenses. We are made innocent again like children. I like children, Angel. I'm here to help you find that innocence, Angel, here with the light." Marcus shoots again forcing Angel to strain away or burn. Marcus:
"You did terrible things when you were bad, didn't you? And now you are trying so hard to do good. But Angel, there is nothing either bad or good, but thinking makes it so." While Marcus was speaking Angel was fishing for a stake with his feet while Marcus's back is turned. "Now I can make the pain go away." Marcus pulls out one of the pokers in Angel making Angel scream in pain. "And as you know," Marcus begins. He pulls out another poker. "I can bring it back again." As Marcus walks back to the table Angel manages to get the stake between his shoes.) "What do you want Angel? I think I know, but I'd like to hear it from you. The truth, Ill know if you're lying," Marcus finished.
"I want.forgiveness," answered Angel.
"Yes. That's the truth, and you want to earn it. You're not the type that takes the easy way out. Which is why I like you so much. In the end you won't feel guilt or remorse or anything but pure darkness. In the end the ring, the past none of it will mean anything anymore. You'll be free. I promise," Marcus spoke again.
"And I promise," Angel began; Angel swings his legs up and drives the stake between his feet towards Marcus's chest. "To kill you," Angel completed. Un fortunately Spike catches Angel's legs
"Now, now, staking the torturer is strictly prohibited," He added with a sneer. Marcus's anger gets high so his hits Angel.
"You wouldn't like Doyle," Spoke the demon. "He's a demon. Green to be exact. You wanna see? Ok let's catch up with Cordelia and Doyle." The scene changed to the sewers. Doyle and Cordelia are searching for the ring. Doyle lets Cordelia1 get a ways ahead of him just watching her back; suddenly blue spikes pop out all over his face. He sniffs the air, then the spikes disappear and he walks over to where Angel hid the ring and picks it up.
"She doesn't know?" Asked Connor disgusted.
"Not until he kills himself for Angel. Not all demons are bad."
The scene shifted once again but this was a time a head. It's in Oz's van. Angel is lying in the back, mainly on Cordelia's lap.
"How's he doing?" Asked Oz, unable to glance back.
"He'll live," answered Doyle.
"Not without help. We need to get him to a hospital," Cordelia observed.
"I hear you, but which one? They all tend to specialize in humans," stated Oz.
"He's right, too risky. Do you know any first aid?" Asked Doyle.
"Basic sixth grade, but I can improvise. If we can get him some place dark, maybe I can." Angel cut Oz short.
"Turn around!" Angel shouted.
"Angel," Oz began.
"He's delirious. Ignore him," ordered Cordelia.
"Turn around!" Repeated Angel.
"So you can do what? It's daylight and you're ringless. Unless you're changing the act to human torch, I don't think so," said Cordelia in that girly way that told you she wasn't going to back down.
"She's right. You're death on toast, man. You're in no shape to be fighting a torture demon," agreed Doyle. Angel pulls out the last poker still stuck in his side.
"God! - Okay, he's got a thing for children. Oz - turn around. He couldn't have gone far," argued Angel. Oz obeys Angel and spins the van around.
"This is all you can see. The scene spun around then disappeared altogether. They were back in the ally, back against the wall. What just happened, what Angel had to go through, well Connor didn't care.
"You're not getting this, demon. I don't care what Angel did or went through." Connor's skin underneath was burning with anger but on top he just appeared like an annoyed child.
"That's just too bad, because you're going to see. You're going to see all of the sad parts of Angelus' life, all of the happy parts and what happens with everyone, including the two slayers that hate each other. Not only that, I will take you back to Sunnydale, you will see what happens there too and you will understand. Understand?" The demon was apparently getting annoyed.
"But I don't want to!" Connor protested.
"Have you heard of Whistler, boy?" The demon asked ignoring what Connor was saying.
"No," answered Connor.
"Ah, well let's get to then, we don't have all day," The demon stated as if he was human. The scene spun around and into a street in Manhattan. There's a man sitting on the streets, near trashcans, that man is Angel. Another man, Whistler, walks up to him.
"God, are you disgusting," Whistler stated wrinkling his nose in disgust. "This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh-Crazy homeless guy. It's not good." Insulting came natural to Whistler; it was his job to let Angel know.
"Get away from me!" Angel growled.
"What you going to do? Bite me?" Whistler asked then gasped and jumped back. "Horrors! A vampire!" Angel sends Whistler a weird look.
"Ah, but you wouldn't bite me on account of your poor, tortured soul. It's so sad, a vampire with a soul. It's so poignant," continued Whistler.
"Who are you?" Angel asked confused.
"Let's take a walk," orders Whistler.
Angel and Whistler are walking down the streets to a hotdog stand, Angel isn't paying attention to any of the traffic so Whistler grabs his arm to stop him. "What are you eating?" They begin to walk again. "Like, a rat once a month?" Angel strays and almost walks in front of a car so Whistler has to grab his arm to safe him.
"Hey!" The car honks. "Look, you're skin and bones here. Butcher shops are throwing away more blood in a day than you could stand. Good blood. You lived in the world a little bit, you would know that," Whistler informed.
"I want to know you are," Angel whined as he pulled himself to a halt. Whistler stops and faces Angel. "And I want to know who you are."
"You already do," Angel stated impatiently.
"No yet. But I'm looking to find out. 'Cause you could go either way here," Whistler answered.
"I don't understand you," Angel stated.
"Nobody understands me, that's my curse," Whistler stated with a chuckle.
Angel said that the streets were unsafe, not a place for a boy, as he putted it. But Connor has yet to see what's so unsafe about it. He's the destroyer, nothing can stop him, nothing has. That is except for Angelus. Maybe that's what Angel was talking about, rogue vampires that were at one time the best. Well there's still something missing, the answer to why they'd be in L.A. After all, Sunnydale was the hell mouth.
Connor was indestructible, so he has taken a great disliking toward rules and orders. Nah, he didn't live with Angel nor wish to. Connor walked the sidewalks at night. In truth that is when vampires were said to be out.
Sure enough, the rumors proved right. A cry for help found it's way to Connor's ears. He jerked his head in its direction to see if he was hearing things. But it was still coming so Connor began to run in the direction. Connor slid to a halt when he found the vampire feeding on a person. Connor ran forward toward them and immediately jumped in to action. He grabbed the vampire by the hair, yanking it away from the victim. Connor brought his right fist into it's face connecting to make a blow. The vampire was taken aback but the strength submitted from this tiny little boy. But not a second wasted the vampire took in his reaction and turn blows at Connor. Connor blocked every blow and smoothly turned defense to offense. Connor spin kicked the vampire and hurriedly pulled out his stake. The stake found home the second the vampire stood up.
But there was little time for victory for there were what seemed 10 demons closing in on him. Connor was hesitant to begin this fight. One rule he remembered learning was that never begin a fight unless you're sure you can win. That was one demon and these were ten. He was greatly outnumbered. Connor feels the fear creeping up on him; deep down he wished that Angel would show. But time was running low and the demons were moving in. One only moved though, it must've been the leader. The demon, the one who was black leather pants, black shirt with a matching black jacket, he crept more closely to Connor. Connor didn't mean to but he crept back, he slowly backed up as if he was afraid.
The demon was inches away; he could have easily got a hold of Connor right then. Connor was feet away from the wall. The demon was fast and swift, no one could have predicted his next move. His hand shot out and connected with the boy's chest. The impact was unbelievable; it sent Connor flying back into the wall. Connor head slammed into the wall and let him drop down to the ground. In a second the demons were hovering over him. The leader grabbed Connor by the neck and brought him eye's length, slamming him against the wall in the process. Connor couldn't hold himself back from glaring.
The hold on his neck felt like dead weight unable to fall away. The demon had locked eyes with Connor. "You look just like your father," The demon finally spoke. Connor had to restrain himself from dissing the demon. "You're not nearly as strong as your father though. You hate him don't you? You hate a man you don't even know. Now we hate him too. Yes, we want to kill him. And you well draw him because he hates no one. Not even those who try to kill him. You don't know what your father did do you?" All Connor could do was shake his head. "You will soon learn," was what the demon offered. Well Connor didn't want to learn, he didn't care what Angel had done. The demon released Connor who fell a few feet to land on his feet.
"I don't want to learn about Angelus," Connor spoke like a villain. His words were stern and unmistakable. The demon looked down at the kid.
"That's just too bad. Here's a taste right now, just to get you into it." The demon's hand was hovering about Connor's head; a blue light expanded from it and all was a blur after.
The place was lit, very well. It was a warehouse. Connor couldn't change his view all he saw was some guy hanging from chains. That guy had a red shirt and it was opened. But if you were to look closer you would see that that person would be a vampire, Angel to be more exact. But he wasn't the only one in the warehouse. There were two more. One blonde haired guy who was more on the pale side and the other one were bald with glasses. Connor was there but he could see it all.
"His skin," Spoke the bald one, Marcus.
"Annoying isn't it? Still attached," answered the blonde one, Spike.
"Let's skip a little ahead, so you can see how you father acted in that time, 3 years ago," came a voice in Connor's ear. Connor nodded without nodding.
"What do you want, Angel?" Marcus asked.
"Are you going to torture me or bore me to death?" Angel asked impatiently. Marcus removed a poker that had been heated and stabbed it into the lower part of Angel's chest, Angel let out a scream.
"That sound like your father?" Came the voice again. "Wouldn't want to bore you." The scene seemed to fast forward like a tape.
"You're an idiot," spoke Angel.
"You think? Because I'm not the one chained to the ceiling with hot pokers in my side," Spike shot back defensively.
"You hired a vampire. What do you think he is going to do with the rings when he finds it, huh? Hand it over to you?" Angel answered as if Spike had asked a question.
"Oh, good Lord, why didn't I think of.? Oh, wait half a mo', I did. I hired a guy who doesn't care about the ring, or anything else on God's green earth except taking blokes apart one piece at a time. - It's called addiction, Angel. We all have it. - I believe yours is named Slutty the vampire Slayer," Spike spoke. The music ends and Spike breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you! - Speaking of little Buff, I ran into her recently. Your name didn't come up. Although she has been awful busy jumping the bones of the first lunk-head that came along. Good-looking fellow - used her shamelessly. - She is cute when she is hurting, isn't she?" Spike shot back again
"I think she's cuter when she's kicking your ass," Angel insulted.
"Want to see what his sidekicks were doing? You know Angel always have sidekicks. Well, they've changed. You've never met Doyle and Cordelia looks different." The voice seemed the same, unchangeable. Connor knew it was pointless in answering; he had to watch.
Spike comes out of Angel's office just to see Cordelia with a crossbow. "Cordelia," Connor murmured.
"When you are done giving the place the Johnny Depp once-over - I hope you have the cash to pay for all of this." Cordelia's voice was full of womanhood, defense and strength. Connor had no idea who Johnny Depp was and doubted Spike knew.
"Cordelia, love the hair," Spike spoke in that always annoying voice. "Me to," Connor added.
"Wish I could say the same," Cordelia snapped. Connor snickered at this. Another man was close to Cordelia, aiming a gun at Spike, "That's close enough," The man spoke, Doyle.
"What is it with you good guys running in packs? Who is this one then?" Spike sounded irritated but then again he is the one that broke into their hotel.
"More than meets the eye," answered Doyle.
"Ooh, the Mick's got spine, maybe I'll snap it in two," Spike stated, his voice full of ice.
The scene fast-forward a little bit. "Where's Angel?" Doyle asked.
"Angel, um - tall brooding guy, caveman brow? - He's having the living hell tortures out of him. And you know how stubborn he can be, he might die before he gives up the ring. Why don't you two find it real fast and give it to me. I'll let Angel go," Spike answered, his eyes full of innocence.
"I don't trust you," stated Cordelia.
"To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: 'duh!'" Mocked Spike. "But you have until sundown to save him. You'll find me behind Peterson's Fishery between Seward and Westminster." Spike began to walk off. "Don't be late."
The scene shifted again and they were back at the warehouse. Cut to the warehouse. Marcus is circling Angel holding a pistol in his hands.
"Most things that live and breath hate the dark and love the light," Stated Marcus. Marcus shoots a hole in the ceiling so Angel flinches back from the beam of sunlight that streams in through the hole. "We are different though, aren't we? We hate the light of day, and it hates us back in kind." Marcus shoots again. "You hid the ring Angel, or you could be walking in the light right now. So I have to wonder: what do you want if not the ring? It's through the pain that we find the truth of who we are. It strips us of our defenses. We are made innocent again like children. I like children, Angel. I'm here to help you find that innocence, Angel, here with the light." Marcus shoots again forcing Angel to strain away or burn. Marcus:
"You did terrible things when you were bad, didn't you? And now you are trying so hard to do good. But Angel, there is nothing either bad or good, but thinking makes it so." While Marcus was speaking Angel was fishing for a stake with his feet while Marcus's back is turned. "Now I can make the pain go away." Marcus pulls out one of the pokers in Angel making Angel scream in pain. "And as you know," Marcus begins. He pulls out another poker. "I can bring it back again." As Marcus walks back to the table Angel manages to get the stake between his shoes.) "What do you want Angel? I think I know, but I'd like to hear it from you. The truth, Ill know if you're lying," Marcus finished.
"I want.forgiveness," answered Angel.
"Yes. That's the truth, and you want to earn it. You're not the type that takes the easy way out. Which is why I like you so much. In the end you won't feel guilt or remorse or anything but pure darkness. In the end the ring, the past none of it will mean anything anymore. You'll be free. I promise," Marcus spoke again.
"And I promise," Angel began; Angel swings his legs up and drives the stake between his feet towards Marcus's chest. "To kill you," Angel completed. Un fortunately Spike catches Angel's legs
"Now, now, staking the torturer is strictly prohibited," He added with a sneer. Marcus's anger gets high so his hits Angel.
"You wouldn't like Doyle," Spoke the demon. "He's a demon. Green to be exact. You wanna see? Ok let's catch up with Cordelia and Doyle." The scene changed to the sewers. Doyle and Cordelia are searching for the ring. Doyle lets Cordelia1 get a ways ahead of him just watching her back; suddenly blue spikes pop out all over his face. He sniffs the air, then the spikes disappear and he walks over to where Angel hid the ring and picks it up.
"She doesn't know?" Asked Connor disgusted.
"Not until he kills himself for Angel. Not all demons are bad."
The scene shifted once again but this was a time a head. It's in Oz's van. Angel is lying in the back, mainly on Cordelia's lap.
"How's he doing?" Asked Oz, unable to glance back.
"He'll live," answered Doyle.
"Not without help. We need to get him to a hospital," Cordelia observed.
"I hear you, but which one? They all tend to specialize in humans," stated Oz.
"He's right, too risky. Do you know any first aid?" Asked Doyle.
"Basic sixth grade, but I can improvise. If we can get him some place dark, maybe I can." Angel cut Oz short.
"Turn around!" Angel shouted.
"Angel," Oz began.
"He's delirious. Ignore him," ordered Cordelia.
"Turn around!" Repeated Angel.
"So you can do what? It's daylight and you're ringless. Unless you're changing the act to human torch, I don't think so," said Cordelia in that girly way that told you she wasn't going to back down.
"She's right. You're death on toast, man. You're in no shape to be fighting a torture demon," agreed Doyle. Angel pulls out the last poker still stuck in his side.
"God! - Okay, he's got a thing for children. Oz - turn around. He couldn't have gone far," argued Angel. Oz obeys Angel and spins the van around.
"This is all you can see. The scene spun around then disappeared altogether. They were back in the ally, back against the wall. What just happened, what Angel had to go through, well Connor didn't care.
"You're not getting this, demon. I don't care what Angel did or went through." Connor's skin underneath was burning with anger but on top he just appeared like an annoyed child.
"That's just too bad, because you're going to see. You're going to see all of the sad parts of Angelus' life, all of the happy parts and what happens with everyone, including the two slayers that hate each other. Not only that, I will take you back to Sunnydale, you will see what happens there too and you will understand. Understand?" The demon was apparently getting annoyed.
"But I don't want to!" Connor protested.
"Have you heard of Whistler, boy?" The demon asked ignoring what Connor was saying.
"No," answered Connor.
"Ah, well let's get to then, we don't have all day," The demon stated as if he was human. The scene spun around and into a street in Manhattan. There's a man sitting on the streets, near trashcans, that man is Angel. Another man, Whistler, walks up to him.
"God, are you disgusting," Whistler stated wrinkling his nose in disgust. "This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh-Crazy homeless guy. It's not good." Insulting came natural to Whistler; it was his job to let Angel know.
"Get away from me!" Angel growled.
"What you going to do? Bite me?" Whistler asked then gasped and jumped back. "Horrors! A vampire!" Angel sends Whistler a weird look.
"Ah, but you wouldn't bite me on account of your poor, tortured soul. It's so sad, a vampire with a soul. It's so poignant," continued Whistler.
"Who are you?" Angel asked confused.
"Let's take a walk," orders Whistler.
Angel and Whistler are walking down the streets to a hotdog stand, Angel isn't paying attention to any of the traffic so Whistler grabs his arm to stop him. "What are you eating?" They begin to walk again. "Like, a rat once a month?" Angel strays and almost walks in front of a car so Whistler has to grab his arm to safe him.
"Hey!" The car honks. "Look, you're skin and bones here. Butcher shops are throwing away more blood in a day than you could stand. Good blood. You lived in the world a little bit, you would know that," Whistler informed.
"I want to know you are," Angel whined as he pulled himself to a halt. Whistler stops and faces Angel. "And I want to know who you are."
"You already do," Angel stated impatiently.
"No yet. But I'm looking to find out. 'Cause you could go either way here," Whistler answered.
"I don't understand you," Angel stated.
"Nobody understands me, that's my curse," Whistler stated with a chuckle.