Title: Three Sides

By: Sisah

Summary: Angel turns into Angelus when he gets just a moment of true happiness. A demon comes along and changes that around. So what happens when three enter the picture……

Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or Buffy. They belong to the great Joss Whedon. Any relation to any real people are just coincidence. This story is entirely fictional.

Notes: Umm…don't even think about using my stories without my permission…ummm…some phrases might be from some episodes, but everything else is mine…the plot and other characters you've never heard of are probably mine….if you want to leave a comment or anything please do…thanks and enjoy!!!!

Chapter 1

Los Angeles, California

Cordelia Chase is behind the counter at the Hyperion hotel drinking coffee and surfing the web on her computer. Angel, the vampire with a soul, sat flipping through the local newspaper while sitting on the big, comfy, blue chair. As always, he is drinking his mug of pig's blood.

"Cordy?" Angel asked.

"Hmm?" she replied, finally looking up from her computer.

"Why do we have an ad in the paper?" You could tell by the tone of his voice he did not like the idea of having an ad in the paper. Especially when he didn't know about it.

"Well, I thought we could use a little help getting our business up and running again since you've been gone." She raised her shoulders helplessly.

He'd just gotten back from Sunnydale where he'd been helping Buffy with some demonic problem and having just met the former vengeance demon, he couldn't help but marvel at how alike she and Cordelia were. Her and Anya both worried about the income.

"So, how did it go with Buffy? Did she see you? Did you go evil?" Cordelia prodded very impatiently. As she asked the questions, she got up and started poking him in the shoulder, "Because you know I don't wanna be around a cranky, old, evil vampire!"

"Ow, ow, OW! Stop poking me!"

"Oh, sorry." she stopped poking him and then stepped back. She put her hands behind her back, her face looking apologetic.

He sighed, "No, she didn't see me. And it's not when we see each other, it's when…" he was trying to find the right word.

"You're intimate." She finished his sentence.

"Well, yeah. I guess, if you want to put it that way. But beyond that, I didn't go evil, Cordy. You have nothing to worry about." Angel said trying not to burst out laughing.

"What was I thinking?! Of course you didn't go evil or you would have already killed us by now. Am I right?" she asked him.

He was baffled by what just came out of her mouth.

"Well?"

He sighed, "You're right. Once again, you have nothing to worry about. And I'm not…" he paused and moved uncomfortably in his chair, then settled back down, "that old."

"Yeah right! So 245 isn't that old?" she looked him straight in the eyes. You could tell he was trying to think of something to say as he, once again, shifted uneasily in his chair.

"Well…" he started, "It depends on how you look at it."

"Fine. Hey, what about worrying about these mind numbing visions?! Ugh…AhhHHH!" she screamed in pain as the pictures, sounds, and the smells of things overwhelmed her mind and senses.

"What do you see?" Angel asked impatiently yet he still had a sense of worry in his voice.

"I s-see a girl. She's in trouble. She's being chased by-"

"By what?" Angel interrupted.

"If you'll be quiet I could tell you!" Cordelia snapped. He knew she was in pain, "by a pack of vampires, um in, oh uh, uh, the park across from Wes's apartment. They're headed towards an old abandoned warehouse on the corner a block from there. You can't miss it." She continued. "You gotta hurry."

"But first, are you alright?" Angel asked very caringly, "Do you need anything?"

"Why does everyone always ask me that?!" Cordelia shouted out. She paused for a moment putting her head down, "I'm fine thanks. Listen, I'm sorry I shouted." She apologized bringing her head back up. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"It's fine." He said wiping the tears off her face and giving her a hug. She was surprised. What he had just done was not like him.

"No, it's not." She said pushing away from him.

"It's understandable. This has got to be hard on you." the vampire said looking her in the eyes, "It's o-kay." He said slowly to make sure she got it.

"Still, I shouldn't take it out on you guys."

He smirked.

"Thanks" she said looking down at her shoes once again, "Very much."

"For what?" he asked her curiously.

"For making me feel better. For making me realize that there are people in the world that care for me." she said looking back up at him.

"You're welcome. Now, if you need anything, anything at all, you call or page me okay?" Angel said while grabbing his coat, cell phone, and pager. He started for./ the door to the basement.

"Okay." Cordy said sighing. She was very frustrated at the moment. She started to ease up after a few seconds, "Go on. Get out of here soul boy!" Cordy saw a bit of a smile make its way onto his face as he turned to go down into the basement.

Suddenly, Gunn and Wesley came through the front door. Following them was Fred and Lorne. They went straight to the weapons cabinet, took out the supplies that were needed to clean their dirtied weapons and began to complain about the now-dead Hacklaar demon.

"Why do we always come home covered in demon crap and there being no vamp with a soul around? That's my question." Gunn asked, "You know why Wes? You're the one with all the brains here, other than Fred."

"No I don't know." Wesley answered, "Do you know where Angel is Cordelia…Cordelia? She was here a minute ago."

"Maybe she went into the office and didn't hear you." Fred said, "Although she would have been out here by now, since we've been standin' here for about two minutes give or take, she would have checked to see if we're back yet. And so she would have been out here-"

"FRED!" everyone shouted as they cut her off.

"Sorry." She apologized, "I have a habit of blabbering on and on and on…like now." Fred felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"No, she's not here." Lorne said looking around.

"Neither is Angel." Gunn noticed, "That's a bad thing."

"We have to find them," Fred said very concerned, "NOW!"