We All Fall Down…
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel, Spike, or the other creatures created by the awe inspiring Joss Whedon. I just borrowed them to create this amazing story.
I walked fast, with my head low. The wind was bitter and cold against my scalp, stinging the cuts from where the razor had shaved the platinum blond hair from my scalp. I could smell the blood from where I nipped myself with the blade. The acid from the black dye didn't help matters. I stepped down from the street lip and walked out into the street only to narrowly avoid being struck by a car. The driver of said car leaned out the window and yelled obscenely at me to watch my back in the street. Growling, I rushed back up to the sidewalk. My slow gate returned and I stalked off to the gates of the Los Angeles Public Cemetery. In the far corner was an abandoned crypt. That was where I resided, alone and betrayed the last of the Scooby Gang. Since Angel and I had survived the battle at Wolfram and Hart, there was no sign of my dark, broody companion, and I had spent two months now searching for him. Sighing in muted frustration, I threw myself down onto the mattress I had forged from a junk heap a few weeks back, and hid my face. I hated admitting it… But I was worried about him. The Powers That Be had made him human, and he was hurt severely. I was scared he had been killed. What was I going to do? I couldn't lose him… He was like family. The only family I had. I knew what had to be done. Now I just had to find a way to do it. I scrounged around for my cellular phone and dialed the number I had sworn away months ago. It rang twice and she answered crisply.
"Hello? Will, is that you?"
I moaned softly in frustration.
"Yea, Arial, it's me. Need your help, Poodle. Me mate, Angel, he's missing. I need your help finding him."
I had just sold my hard earned soul back to the Devil. ~Damn you Angel. ~
"Meet at the old Wolfram and Hart building in 30."
I sighed.
"M'kay."