-1Chapter 10 is pretty long so I decided to split it in half. Also this is the cut off from stuff that was written a long time ago and stuff I just wrote so a little format change. I have some ideas of where I want to take this story, but I'm also open to suggestions. Please review!
Chapter 10 - Continued
Buffy awoke from her nap which had seemed like forever. She was perspiring all over her body. Sitting up in the bed, she would then proceed to peer around the room. It was the typical hotel room, a bit dated, but otherwise functional. Thoughts immediately flooded her mind. How did I wind up entangled in this mess? Maybe I should've stayed in Sunnydale. She sighed and climbed out of the bed. She and Angel needed to have a conversation, preferably without glass in between them. Pulling open the door she stepped out into the hallway, meandering down it slowly.
Meanwhile, downstairs at the Hyperion Hotel.
Angel paces back and forth with a serious contemplative look on his face, Cordelia and Wesley are seated in his office watching him. Wesley decides to break the silence. "I think you need to call Kate and tell her that Buffy is here." Angel shifts his focus to the former watcher. "Look Wesley, we don't know the whole story. Until we do nobody is doing anything." Wesley stirred uncomfortably in his seat, "Well I figured you would say that so I took the liberty of calling her myself." In a fit of rage Angel then punched the wall, his fist connecting with the wall, breaking through the dry wall. Cordelia shrieked in surprise. The door of Angel's office would open and Buffy was standing in the doorway. "What's going on in here," she asked. "Well essentially Wes narced you out to the dyke detective and the police should be here soon to take you back to a painful existence of being Faith's bitch," Cordelia responded. Buffy rolled her eyes then looked to Angel. "Well I guess that's my cue to take off. I should lay low for a bit, which is really annoying because I should be with my family right now." Angel nodded and then walked over towards the door to the office, slipping behind her placing himself between Buffy and the exit. Buffy looked perplexed. "Angel, what are you doing?" She asked. Angel replied in a very slow, monotone voice. "Are you fucking Spike?" Buffy shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you. You don't have the right to pass judgment on me, or anyone else I associate with," replied Buffy. Angel sighed, "Well maybe you should consider showering then, because I can smell him all over you."