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Chapter 13

Angelica's POV

We we're all sitting on the circular bench in the middle of the lobby. Angel was on my right with Cordelia on my left. I wasn't tied, but I don't think that they would allow me to leave if I wanted to.

"Mom, what are you…" I began to ask, but she cut me off.

"You've been very naughty." She shook her finger at me.

"What are you talking about?" I began to rise, but the man in front of me placed a hand on my shoulder and forced me back down.

"I shouldn't have never sent you here." She wiped around, her long black dress flowing behind her.

I knew better than to argue with mom when she was in one of her little rants. Better just to let it play out.

"What about me, love? Why am I tied down?" Spike sat behind me. I couldn't see him, but from where his voice originated I could tell her was right behind me.

Mom swung around the bench and left my line of view. I kept my eyes on the man in front of me; who was looking me over like a piece of meat.

"Spike." Mom said in an adoring voice. "My pet."

I had no idea what happened but Spike screamed and I could smell the metallic sent of blood in the air.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the smell from my nose. Trying not to remember the first time I'd smelt blood.

I was back at home, in my back yard with one of my old friends from grade school, Marcie. She and I were swinging on the new swing set mom had bought me for my birthday that year. Marcie said she was going to jump off the swing while it was in was in mid-air. I rooted her on because we were stupid children.

When Marcie went to jump her foot snagged on the ground and she fell forward on ground. I skidded to a stop and ran over to her. When she looked up, Marcie's face was cover in blood coming from her mouth and nose. The metallic salty smell hit me like a ton of bricks. It was like someone had punched me hard in the stomach with an iron fist. The smell was so overwhelming that I blacked out.

Some one slammed a door in the present and I was pulled from my memory. The scent of blood still lingered in the air but I tuned it out by concentrating on the slender women entering the hotel.

She wore a deep navy blue shirt suit and heels that make a clicking noise as they walked across the floor to where our group was being held hostage.

She made a bee line for where I sat and scrutinized me like I was under a microscope.

"So," she smiled a sickening smile. "This is Angelic." I hated her smugness.

"Yeah. Who the hell are you?" I folded my arms over my chest and gave her my best scowl.

The women's eyes flickered over my head then over to Angel. "Well," she sighed. "You look like your mother; but you have you father's attitude." She moved to crouch down beside me. "I'm Lilah. Your mother and I are long time friends." She told me.

I bit my lip to keep from spitting in her face.

Lilah stood and nodded to the man in front of me. He reached down and grabbed me under my arms to lift me up.

"Get off!" I yelled at him as he tried to carry me toward the front door. I wiggled out of his grasp and let my fist fly. My hand connected with his cheek but he seemed completely unfazed by the hit.

He just seemed pissed.

The man smiled at me smugly then I saw his fist next to my face and I barely had time to duck. His fist hit me and the darkness took over.

Angel's POV

One of Wolfram & Hart guys hoisted Ange up by her arms and began to pull her away. She turned and landed a punch and I felt a tingle of pride run through me. Then the man turned and punched Ange right in the face. Her unconscious body fell to the floor and I sprung up.

I flew across the floor over to where Ange lay and used my shoulder to knock the guy away from her. He fell into the weapons cabinet and a bunch of them fell out.

I picked up a dagger, cut my bonds and charged the guy who hit Ange. I plunged the dagger in his back and he howled in pain. But I was already running toward Ange.

The only problem was…she wasn't there. I looked around, neither was Drusilla or Lilah.

I jogged over to where my friends were still tied down and untied them.

"They took her. They took Angelica." Cordy told me. And I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see the front door swing shut.

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