PROLOUGE
Summary: Has Lorne finally found love? Will loving a human have serious repercussions or are Lorne and Abigail Williams meant to be? But somebody is determined to seek revenge against Lorne for betraying his clan
Disclaimer: The characters from Angel belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
A/N: This is set after a couple of months after the episode "That Old Gang of Mine".
" Damn it!" Angel let out a frustrated groan and closed his book, " None of these books are useful. I may have to call Giles-"
" It's got to be in something," Wesley closed his own book and reached for another.
" You already looked in that one," Angel pointed out.
" With Fred gone to visit her parents…there's not much we can do on the computer…" Wesley said staring at the nearby computer.
" I will call Giles then, " Angel said, reaching for the phone.
" Fred and Gunn picked a hell of a time to go on vacation." Wesley companied.
" They deserved it." Angel said, " It's only for a week anyhow."
" Save your phone call…I think I might know where we can get the book."
" Where?"
" There's an occult bookstore a few blocks from here. The owner has a few rare collectibles dealing with the occult and the like. She may have what we are looking for."
" That's a good idea." Angel agreed as Wesley grabbed his jacket.
The Host walked into the foyer. He stayed over a couple of days while his club was getting assessed after getting destroyed by Charles Gunn's gang. He was going back tonight.
" You're awake. Good-" Wesley checked his watch, " Afternoon?"
" Hey I didn't sleep well." Lorne replied defensively, " I keep having that dream again where you destroy my livelihood."
" I'm going to a local bookstore, I'll see you two soon."
" I'll come with-I need some fresh air." Lorne put on his sunglasses and hat.
" All right then. See you later Angel." Wesley and Lorne left the hotel.
" We're here." Wesley nudged Lorne who had dozed off again. He opened his eyes and climbed out of the car and followed Wesley. He wished now he stayed in bed. The sun was making his head hurt.
They walked into the small, cramped bookstore. Books overloaded the shelves and there were piles of books on the floor. Lorne stayed in the shadows as Wesley talked with the owner, a petite woman with brown hair and wore wire-framed glasses. " Yes, I have that book. It's not cheap though."
" Could you just loan it to me then?" Wesley asked, " I'll return it tomorrow."
" This isn't a library Wesley," the lady admonished him then smiled, " I'll only do it just this once. Don't tell anyone or this place will very well turn into a library." She began searching through her shelves, humming as she went.
Lorne turned to look at her and frowned. She may seem cheerful but deep down inside she was a very lonely woman-and depressed. She's been a lost soul since her parents died and left her this place. She stopped humming and her aura vanished suddenly. She glanced at Lorne and nodded to him.
" Thank you…you've been really helpful to us." Wesley took the bag from her.
" Coming Lorne?" he called back to The Host.
" In a minute." Lorne said as Wesley left the store. He turned back to the woman and handed her a card.
" My name is Lorne. I can help you." He said before leaving.
Abigail Williams glanced down at the card the tall man gave her. It was a business card. Apparently he did "readings" so he was some kind of physic.
She pocketed the card and continued cleaning the bookstore.
" It's on loan so be careful with it." Wesley pleaded to Angel. Angel just gave him a look and began reading.
" This is good…your friend has been helpful to us."
Lorne fixed himself a drink, " How long have you known her Wesley?"
" About two months…why?"
" No reason." Lorne left the .
" What's wrong with him?" Angel asked without looking up.
" I don't know. He was very quiet on the way home."
" Probably just sleep deprived."