There was a certain suspicion which lay within the air, and everything which had the slightest chance of preventing it were scarce. It may have just been pure imagination, but it existed everywhere. Indeed it was hard to contemplate anything so untoward and it was even harder to explain, but something was causing it and Angel needed to find out what it was.
He stood upon the rooftop watching the moon about to disappear from view and looked down upon the streets of Los Angeles and only he knew what such a sight made him contemplate within his mind. It was so personal to him, like a religious experience (not that he had any notion of religion , in fact it disfigured him) that he never shared with anyone what he was feeling inside. The demon that occupied his body sometimes made him think things that as a human he would never dream of doing. Being a vampire with a soul, only made the influence of the demon worse, as he knew how vile the things were that it tempted him to do.