CHAPTER SEVEN

" What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?" she demanded him.

" I asked around. It's good to see you."

She crossed her arms, " Enough with the games. What do you want?"

" I'm not playing games. I really wanted to see you that's all." He insisted.

" I haven't heard from you in two years and you show up here out of the blue. So forgive me if I'm a little suspicious."

" I had time out to think and realise, I want to take you back." He reached out to grab her hand but she kept her arms folded.

" Take me back?" she was incredulous, " Excuse me? I'm the one who broke it off remember?"

" That's not important. What matters is I've finally realised you're the only one for me. Why don't we sit down and talk?"

" Jeffrey, the two years we were together was hell. Sure it was fine at first but then I saw your true colours."

" I've changed."

" I'm sure you have." She said sarcastically, " what I want is for you to get out before I call the police."

" For pete's sake. Here I am trying to be nice and forgive you and all you do is throw it back into my face!" he complained. Right at that moment, the phone rang. She let the answering machine take it, it was Lorne.

" Hi darling," Lorne sounded cheerful as he spoke to the machine, " I'm finished with Angel and on my way back to the club if you want to meet me there. See you soon."

" Who is he?" Jeffrey demanded.

" None of your business." She said and threw open her door,

" Leave. Now."

" All I want is another chance." He pleaded. She didn't reply and just stared at him stonily. He sighed and headed for the door, " This isn't over." He promised before she slammed the door shut behind him-and locked it.


She glanced at the two from her vantage point. She watched as his arm went around the cow's wait. She could not believe it. Krevlornswath had a lover who was a cow? Had he gone mad? Cows were meant for as slaves, nothing more. She got up from her vantage point and went towards the building they entered. She peered through the window, they didn't even look up. They were too involved with each other.

She turned and walked away from the sickening scene, a plan formulating in her mind.


Lorne looked up and stared at the glass windows. He could have sworn he felt someone watching them, but there was no one there.

" What's wrong?" Abigail asked.

" I thought I felt someone watching us." He replied,

Abigail looked over at the windows but couldn't see anyone. She picked up her glass of whiskey. " I'm going upstairs…it's too open down here." She said, " we can talk about the grand reopening."

" I've thought about that and I think it's too soon." He said following her.

" What do you mean?"

" Well, I wouldn't mind doing the Angel-thing and brood some more. I mean, if I reopen my club, who says I'll get my clientele back? Half of my clientele got killed during the massacre and the ones who did survive probably won't return."

They entered his bedroom and she switched on the TV. Lorne got changed into his night clothes and a terrycloth robe. " I can understand why you are getting cold feet about reopening Caritas. But I think it may be good for you-to get back your life." She changed into her night clothes too, " and besides, I really want to see you in action on that stage."

" Oh, Judge Judy's on," he said, swiftly changing the subject. She glanced at him but didn't say anything. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head against his chest.

Ten minutes later, she had fallen asleep.


She had entered her apartment and nearly tripped over a box. She was moving, now that he had found her, there was no reason to stay.

She fumbled for a light when someone touched her arm. She whirled around and a hand grabbed her throat. He slammed her against the wall, keeping his hand around her throat, squeezing the air out of her.

" You're not going anywhere. I've warned you that I will find you. You can't escape from me. No matter how far you run."

" Please-let…" she trailed off, unable to finish.

" I can snap your neck like a twig," Jeffrey growled. She gasped and tried to kick out at him but he dodged, laughing.

" I have a surprise for you," he said letting her go. She grabbed at her throat, gulping in air. She ran for the door but it was locked. He stood before her, holding a bulging backpack.

He opened it and held out something-it looked like a head. She was looking at the back of it.

" Oh God," she moaned, " Who did you kill?"

Jeffrey turned it around. The head belonged to Lorne.

" Lorne?" she stared at the head, " You killed Lorne?"

" I had to. He's a demon. A soulless thing. And to teach you a lesson."

She sobbed, " I'm sorry Lorne. This is my fault."

The head's eyes opened and Lorne looked at her. She shrieked, covering her eyes with her hands.

" I'm fine kitten. Beheading does not kill me. Don't cry." Jeffrey dropped Lorne's head in surprise. The head rolled towards her feet as Lorne's face stared up at her. He opened his mouth to speak…

Abigail woke with a start and rolled over. Lorne was asleep-and still had his head. She quietly got out of bed and went downstairs. She made herself a cup of coffee and sipped it, thinking. How could she keep Lorne safe from the psycho that was her ex boyfriend?