Author's note: I was just thinking about this one day, and I decided to write a story about it! Hope you like it, if you don't please don't tell me cuz it just makes me feel bad and that's also really mean. I will be adding some of my stories to my website soon, if you want me to put some of yours on my site (with credit to you and/or a link to your site) I would be glad to add them, just e-mail me and we'll talk! Oh and one more thing, I'm not sure if the name of the hotel is the Hyperion, but that was the only refrence to the name of the hotel that I have found. If that's not the name, let me know and I will change it.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.
A dark-haired woman stood in front of the Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles. This isn't going to be easy, she thought. She always hated her job. Contrary to popular beleif, she was a sensetive person. She didn't like to inflict pain upon others. Haha, that would make her co-workers laugh. How could she have a job like this and be so sensetive? It was hard, sure, but she had to make a living. As she looked in the window she saw a tall brunette with long curly hair. She was talking to a black bald man. He said something and they both started laughing. Then, out of a door behind the counter that the man and woman were at, came a tall muscular man with dark hair and eyes.He clad in all black. The black seemed to emphasize the paleness of his skin. He was holding a baby in his arms, smiling. They're so happy... how could I do this to them? You have to, she told herself. It's your responsibility. She finally mustered up the courage to open the doors and walk in. She was greeted by a short haired brunette that was walking down the stairs to her left.
"Hello, I'm Cordelia and this is Angel Investigations. Can I help you?" said Cordelia.
"Yes" she said. "I need to speak with Angel it's important."
"Angel!!" yelled Cordelia with a disappointed face. She was probably hoping for a customer.
"Just a minute" came a voice from a room that one of the doors behind the desk led to. "I'm just putting Connor to sleep."
"Have a seat" said Cordelia, now smiling. "He'll be right out."
She walked up to the circular couch in the center of the lobby and sat down waiting for Angel. Then another man, who was tall and kind of scrawny compared to the other men walked out of the doorway of the room that Angel was apparently in. He had short, dark brown hair and dark eyes that seemed not to be hidden, but accented by his glasses. She must admit, he was pretty cute. He began talking rapidly to the man and woman behind the counter in a british accent. He was talking about something to do with portals or something. He had a book in his hands. He's probably been reading some kind of star trek stories or something, she thought. Just then, Angel came out of the room, no longer carrying the baby. He looked up at her and smiled as he walked over.
"Hi" he said. "I'm Angel. Cordelia said you wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes" she answered. "Is there somewhere private we can go? This matter is a little delicate."
"Of course" he said. He looked over to the man in the glasses and asked "Wes, can we use your office for a second?" The man nodded without even looking up from the book he was looking at. They headed into the office and they both sat down. "Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about? Has anything strange happened? Do you need us for anything?"
"Oh, no" she answered. "It's nothing like that. I'm just... I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"About what?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"A woman that was in a jailhouse. She listed you as someone we should contact in case of an emergency" she started.
"Faith..." he said as he appeared to be lost in thought. "Why what happened? Did she escape?" At this question he looked very worried.
"No.. I'm afraid that's not the case" she answered. "She's um... well.. there was an accident"
"What kind of accident?" he asked.
"She was in the recreational facilities and she had some sort of an episode. She kept talking nonsense about demons, vampires, and slayers. She never showed any kind of hostility twards anyone in the prison before. She always kept to herself. This time, it wasn't the case. The guards feared that she might hurt someone so they took her back to her cell for the night. They figured if she got some rest, she would be fine."
"So" he said. "What happened?"
"The next morning when the guards came to get her for breakfast, she was dead" she answered with a sad expression.
"How? How did this happen?" he asked seeming eerily calm.
"She strangled herself" she answered. "The strange thing is, she did it with her bare hands. She didn't use a rope, clothes, or anything. Look, I'm really sorry for your loss."
"Um... yeah, I have to make a call, so..." he started. He didn't even look into her eyes. He just had a blank stare. Like he wasn't even in his body anymore. She got up and walked out of the hotel. He didn't even move from that spot as she left.
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"Buffy!!! It's for you!!!" she screamed into the phone for her sister. He faintly heard Buffy yell back, but he couldn't hear what she said. "She's getting it downstairs, just a sec."
"Ok, thanks Dawn" Angel said.
"No problem" Buffy's little sister replied.
"Hello?" Buffy said. Oh god, it was Buffy. He was suddenly having second thoughts about the whole talking to Buffy deal.
"Hello...?" Buffy said again.
"Hi, Buffy, it's me" he finally said.
"Angel..." she said. She was obviously feeling as awkward as he was. Casual conversation never happened with them. The last two times they talked was when Buffy really needed him. The awkwardness didn't come then because it neither of them had the strength to create it. But in this conversation, they were like gladiators, with slayer/vampire powers.
"We need to talk" he said. "It's about Faith."
"Oh god" Buffy said, in a worried tone. "Did she escape? We have to find her. She could be hurting someone. She's a killer, we have to--"
"No its not that" he cut her off.
"Then what?" she asked sounding confused.
"She's... uh.. there's been an accident. Well, sort of. She's dead. She killed herself" Angel said in a sympathetic voice. She was crying. He knew she was crying. He had heard her cry enough to know that sound. He had MADE her cry enough to know that sound. Sure, she didn't like Faith, but deep down, he knew she at least cared for her some. They had been friends at one time. Faith had made her feel alive. Like she wasn't the only one. Not the only slayer. Now Faith was gone.
---That's it for now!---
please REVIEW people! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.
A dark-haired woman stood in front of the Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles. This isn't going to be easy, she thought. She always hated her job. Contrary to popular beleif, she was a sensetive person. She didn't like to inflict pain upon others. Haha, that would make her co-workers laugh. How could she have a job like this and be so sensetive? It was hard, sure, but she had to make a living. As she looked in the window she saw a tall brunette with long curly hair. She was talking to a black bald man. He said something and they both started laughing. Then, out of a door behind the counter that the man and woman were at, came a tall muscular man with dark hair and eyes.He clad in all black. The black seemed to emphasize the paleness of his skin. He was holding a baby in his arms, smiling. They're so happy... how could I do this to them? You have to, she told herself. It's your responsibility. She finally mustered up the courage to open the doors and walk in. She was greeted by a short haired brunette that was walking down the stairs to her left.
"Hello, I'm Cordelia and this is Angel Investigations. Can I help you?" said Cordelia.
"Yes" she said. "I need to speak with Angel it's important."
"Angel!!" yelled Cordelia with a disappointed face. She was probably hoping for a customer.
"Just a minute" came a voice from a room that one of the doors behind the desk led to. "I'm just putting Connor to sleep."
"Have a seat" said Cordelia, now smiling. "He'll be right out."
She walked up to the circular couch in the center of the lobby and sat down waiting for Angel. Then another man, who was tall and kind of scrawny compared to the other men walked out of the doorway of the room that Angel was apparently in. He had short, dark brown hair and dark eyes that seemed not to be hidden, but accented by his glasses. She must admit, he was pretty cute. He began talking rapidly to the man and woman behind the counter in a british accent. He was talking about something to do with portals or something. He had a book in his hands. He's probably been reading some kind of star trek stories or something, she thought. Just then, Angel came out of the room, no longer carrying the baby. He looked up at her and smiled as he walked over.
"Hi" he said. "I'm Angel. Cordelia said you wanted to talk to me?"
"Yes" she answered. "Is there somewhere private we can go? This matter is a little delicate."
"Of course" he said. He looked over to the man in the glasses and asked "Wes, can we use your office for a second?" The man nodded without even looking up from the book he was looking at. They headed into the office and they both sat down. "Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about? Has anything strange happened? Do you need us for anything?"
"Oh, no" she answered. "It's nothing like that. I'm just... I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"About what?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"A woman that was in a jailhouse. She listed you as someone we should contact in case of an emergency" she started.
"Faith..." he said as he appeared to be lost in thought. "Why what happened? Did she escape?" At this question he looked very worried.
"No.. I'm afraid that's not the case" she answered. "She's um... well.. there was an accident"
"What kind of accident?" he asked.
"She was in the recreational facilities and she had some sort of an episode. She kept talking nonsense about demons, vampires, and slayers. She never showed any kind of hostility twards anyone in the prison before. She always kept to herself. This time, it wasn't the case. The guards feared that she might hurt someone so they took her back to her cell for the night. They figured if she got some rest, she would be fine."
"So" he said. "What happened?"
"The next morning when the guards came to get her for breakfast, she was dead" she answered with a sad expression.
"How? How did this happen?" he asked seeming eerily calm.
"She strangled herself" she answered. "The strange thing is, she did it with her bare hands. She didn't use a rope, clothes, or anything. Look, I'm really sorry for your loss."
"Um... yeah, I have to make a call, so..." he started. He didn't even look into her eyes. He just had a blank stare. Like he wasn't even in his body anymore. She got up and walked out of the hotel. He didn't even move from that spot as she left.
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"Buffy!!! It's for you!!!" she screamed into the phone for her sister. He faintly heard Buffy yell back, but he couldn't hear what she said. "She's getting it downstairs, just a sec."
"Ok, thanks Dawn" Angel said.
"No problem" Buffy's little sister replied.
"Hello?" Buffy said. Oh god, it was Buffy. He was suddenly having second thoughts about the whole talking to Buffy deal.
"Hello...?" Buffy said again.
"Hi, Buffy, it's me" he finally said.
"Angel..." she said. She was obviously feeling as awkward as he was. Casual conversation never happened with them. The last two times they talked was when Buffy really needed him. The awkwardness didn't come then because it neither of them had the strength to create it. But in this conversation, they were like gladiators, with slayer/vampire powers.
"We need to talk" he said. "It's about Faith."
"Oh god" Buffy said, in a worried tone. "Did she escape? We have to find her. She could be hurting someone. She's a killer, we have to--"
"No its not that" he cut her off.
"Then what?" she asked sounding confused.
"She's... uh.. there's been an accident. Well, sort of. She's dead. She killed herself" Angel said in a sympathetic voice. She was crying. He knew she was crying. He had heard her cry enough to know that sound. He had MADE her cry enough to know that sound. Sure, she didn't like Faith, but deep down, he knew she at least cared for her some. They had been friends at one time. Faith had made her feel alive. Like she wasn't the only one. Not the only slayer. Now Faith was gone.
---That's it for now!---
please REVIEW people! Thanks for reading!