Hooker
Part 14
Someone once said that love is a flame, a fire that in time can be shaken but never smothered, it's also something that forms without conscious sensor of the ones involved, something that spurts from the heart when its least expected…
"Look at that, pet. Isn't it the sweetest thing?" Spike said to Drusilla sarcastically, while he was looking at Angel and Buffy feeding each other ice-cream tenderly in the mouth. "I didn't know he had it in him." Spike mentioned bearing in mind how repulsed Angel had been by his relationship with Drusilla not so long ago.
"He's not the same man we knew, darling. He has changed a lot since she came around." Drusilla mentioned as she remembered the sick bastard Angelus used to be. "Is like, he had a change of soul."
Nothing could have been more accurate than that. He was somebody else.
"Look what the cat dragged-in, baby. It is none other than William Frazier. It took you long enough to come. What? You couldn't find a hospital?" Angel said addressing Spike, Buffy had been in the hospital for three days by then, her infection was hard to cure and doctors wanted to be sure that she was completely healed before she left.
"No, I believe you don't normally see doctors. And my darling Dru, you are even less inclined to stop by a hospital, aren't you?" Angel couldn't be very kind to Spike or Drusilla, after all; they had turned his sister into a whore and they had also abused Buffy shamelessly.
"Call me superstitious, but I don't temp fate, the day I set foot on a hospital willingly, must be by rule, a bad one." Spike elaborated. "What happen to the chit? I don't remember her been sick before."
"You are not the most perceptive person in the world, ex-boss." Buffy said with a smirk. "I've got a urinary infection, nothing to worry much about, but I've always been sick, I'm diabetic."
"Oh, well no wonder you use so many needles, here I was, thinking you had a very expensive habit." Spike said sarcastically. "I don't care if you have a thousand different bacteria in your body. Let's cut to the chase, why am I here? The last time I checked the slayer show was permanently canceled."
"It is; I just wanted to talk to you about a mutual friend." Angel began and stopped to make sure nobody else was listening to their conversation. "He's blond, about 6'3'' well built, kind like GI Joe, oh by the way he's a cop, lieutenant Riley Finn LAPD, narcotics division. Does that ring a bell to you?"
"We have an arrangement." Drusilla answered shiftily, too fast for Angel's taste.
"I'm sure you do, the problem is that he's stalking Buffy, and that you might guess; it's pissing me off."
"He's doing what?" Drusilla asked.
"He has been stalking Buffy for months. He showed-up at the hospital the day before yesterday. He even has her credit cards monitored."
"There's a problem here, he is adirty cop, he does help us, we give him hot girls and he gets the heat off the dealers, but he was never assigned to Buffy. How did you two meet?" Spike asked to Buffy filled with suspicion.
"Trough Faith, he's one of Faith's customers." Angel filled-in before Buffy could think of a plausible exit. She was so busted; and so was Riley; damn him for being so careless.
"And me and Faith, we had this business on the side, two girls show. He booked us a couple of times." Buffy complemented as to make the excuse plausible, maybe Faith was actually fucking Riley, Buffy thought.
"You back-stabbing bitch! You were robbing us! I should've known you were doing something on the side! I took you under my wing; I taught you everything you know. And look how you paid us." Drusilla said about to strike Buffy, but Angel was faster and he came between them, stepping in her way before she could harm Buffy.
"It's in the past now, Dru. Neither Buffy nor Faith are on your team anymore." Realizing that Angel was serious about Buffy and Faith, Drusilla turned away. "So I want this Riley guy watched closely. He doesn't seem trustworthy to me. He could be double-booking."
"If he was, we would all be in jail by now." Drusilla suggested.
"Then is not you he wants, he's probably fishing up river, see what else he can catch. Play disinformation with him; see who pops up at the other end of that line. We might be dealing with other forces DEA, FBI, even another cartel, don't forget greed is the mother of all vices."
Riley was a dirty cop, there was no doubt about that, but who was he playing for? That was the real question. As Buffy heard what Angel was saying; she swallowed hard, feeling nervous; Riley was one step away from blowing her cover, and worse of getting killed too. Spike was famous for his ability to 'create accidents' and Riley was too much of a liability to let him go on.
"Alright, boss; we'll do that. You are not so different after all, now that you are sober all the time … just a little softer around the edges. We'll be on the look for Mr. Iowa, don't fash, go keep the chit happy, I'm sure she's your private distraction at the moment." Spike suggested trying to calm the heat between Angel and Drusilla; he couldn't lose his deals with Angel because of Drusilla's rage, though he didn't notice that Buffy was not a 'private distraction' and Angel would not take kindly to his dirty comment.
"Don't let that get out. You'll ruin my reputation." Angel chastised as he ushered Spike out of Buffy's earshot. "Get outa of here and don't you ever call Buffy anything other than her name ever again, or next time, I'll start cutting members off. And I assure you, it won't be pretty." Angel said as he looked down at Spike's dick. Spike swallowed hard, he remembered a guy who tried to rape Darla once, he had his dick removed and shoved down his throat. And Angel didn't call Darla, baby or darling, or fed her in the mouth. Spike definitely had a brand-new appreciation of the slayer.
"Of course, Angelus; Buffy is a great person, I'm sure she keeps you happy."
"That's better, now go, and don't you come back here until you've gotten dirt on Riley Finn." Angel mentioned forcefully as he padded Spike in the back, a little too hard for his taste, especially considering the predatory eyes Angelus was giving him.
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"That's sloth." Buffy said calmly as Angel came back into the room.
"What it is, babe?"
"The mother of all vice's. It's sloth not greed. I can't remember who said that, it derives from something Saint Thomas Aquinas said, but it's a common say now."
"Wow, you are such a brainiac. You should go back to college."
"You think? That could be good, I'll think about it." Buffy suggested as she smoothed a none-existent line on her hospital robe, she hated been there, it made her feel so helpless, so vulnerable, so lost. "But only if you come with me, I wouldn't like to feel silly alone, we could help each other out."
"You would be most likely helping me." Angel admitted with a smile.
"And you'd be keeping me safe." Buffy whispered, knowing that her past would never be completely behind her, now that she had been a hooker, she would never be spotless, ever again.
"What would you like to study?" Angel asked filled with Joy, he was giving Buffy hope and in turn, she was also giving him an illusion, if he could be a regular Joe with Buffy, he'd call himself a happy man.
"I don't know. Business sounds good, don't you think?" Buffy suggested sheepishly.
"It figures… it all about the green ones with you. I'll think about it. It could be fun, you and me, living together, going to college together, it would be great actually, count me in, baby. When do we start?"
Buffy thought that Angel was getting a little too emotionally-dependent now, she didn't know if that's what she wanted anymore, sure, a part of her loved him, dearly, thought of him like a man worth-saving… but the other part thought of him as a criminal, a bastard, someone who belonged in jail, two sides of the same coin, two pieces of the same heart.
The problem was that the part of her that dominated, was the softer one, and everyday that went by, she felt more of that pesky, annoying feeling called 'love', and it devastated her, to think that she'd destroy him not just through the destruction of his organization, but with the destruction of his soul.
Angel loved her, it took no genius to see that, and when he'd found-out her deceit, he would be hurt, and that's where the biggest conflict laid, to destroy that which you love, or to lose the meaning of your life, such a hard decision for Buffy's frail heart.
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January 2008
Buffy felt the curious sensation of his tongue delving in her bellybutton, making her shiver all over, she had been dreaming, nothing coherent, just lost images of days already lived; then his fingers started toying with her rosy nipples, he felt her moving under him, waking-up before he could bring her real pleasure, she was very sensitive and light of sleep, he never truly surprised her.
"Good morning." Buffy murmured as she felt him introducing his tongue inside her honeyed walls. "Oh, it's going to be a great morning, judging by the size of the …" she started but she couldn't finish, he hit the famous g-spot with his tongue, whenever he touched it, she would lose the ability of talking coherently. She had been saying that his erection was rather obvious and that usually bore the forecast for the rest of the day.
"Oh my gosh!" He knew her weakness and he exploited it, he tracked and found all those tiny spots were she would go mad with sudden pleasure, like the space behind her ears, behind her knees, her belly button, and elusive g-spot.
Angel inserted two fingers and started that come-here motion she loved so much, feeling how her channel got tight and wet, clenching rhythmically around him.
"Don't-I-can't- right there gosh. Yes!" It didn't take a genius to know she liked it; she grabbed fists of his hair to make sure he stayed there while she felt those uncontrollable contractions, the release of all that energy through her body. She trembled, feeling little shocks when he licked her clit, mimicking her rhythm.
"Come here now…" Buffy whispered as she pulled him up to her, he didn't want to go, he loved the taste of her honey, and the feeling of her orgasm on his lips, it was like a drug to him.
"Good morning, baby." Angel whispered as he settled above her, she felt so deliciously sated to him, all soft murmurs and welcoming heat. "You taste so great. I can't get enough of you."
"I can't get enough of you either." Buffy whispered back to him, as she caressed his back, feeling him tensing his muscles to penetrate her harder, and deeper. "I love you." It just came out of Buffy's mouth, barely a whisper, with no intention of deceit or conscious need to sensor it.
People had often said that when you declare that you love someone in bed it isn't true, that it is a spurt of the moment thing, but that was only valid when you were coming and if you were a man. When Buffy said it, in bed, after a good orgasm, she had meant it. It had slipped out of her heart.
"Say it again, please." Angel stopped trusting, unsure of his hearing.
"I love you, Angel." At first he didn't believe his own hearing, she was saying it, he though he was dreaming, but it was too vivid to be a dream.
He didn't reply to it, instead he kissed her, long and deep, restarting his motion, wanting to feel her stretching beneath him, wanting to make love to her, to prove with his body what he felt with his soul.
"Oh god, Buffy, I adore you!" He said it while he was coming, looking at her into the eye, grabbing her hips to keep her leveled. "I love you." He said it with blurry eyes and a heart ready to pump out of his chest. "I love you." And he said it again with hope, with naked longing. "I'll love you forever." And every time he said it he added a kiss at the end. Three times makes a charm, doesn't it?
She didn't say it back again, though now he knew she felt it as well, instead she kissed him tenderly, wrapping her arms around his torso, feeling her own heart tumbling inside her chest. She loved him and now he knew it.
It was long minutes after when he spoke again, afraid of breaking the passionate union. "You know that pink dress you have, the one with the big skirt, the one I told you I hated it?"
"Yes, the one that looks like Jackie-o." It was a tailored dress, reminiscent of the sixties, in the style of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, a dress by Candy Anthony, pink taffeta and silk.
"Wear it today, we have a lunch at this fancy club, and I think you look beautiful in it."
"Ok. I'll wear it." Buffy didn't know what she was agreeing to do then…
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Dana Point, California
Ritz Carlton Hotel at Laguna Niguel
The famous lunch was supposed to take place at the ultra famous Hotel Ritz Carlton at Laguna Niguel, a beautiful place located in front of the ocean; supposedly it was the most romantic place on the Californian cost according to the famous writer Richard Henry Dana.
When they arrived at the grand salon, people were already eating, there was nobody that Buffy could recognize except Fred and Wesley, but they weren't eating, they were at the bar and they were dressed-up, too dressed-up for a simple lunch.
"Well hello there! You look so pretty!" Buffy said to Fred, she was now showing off a bump, about five months pregnant, she looked gorgeous.
"You look dazzling." Fred answered as they hugged. The music in the background was very romantic, a jazz band, a small room next to the grand salon was decorated with a huge amount of flowers: tulips, orchids, roses, peach blossoms every sort of flower that came in peach colors.
The hostess opened the door to the small salon, and then to the veranda, the gazebo was also decorated with peach flowers, it was all enhanced by the ocean stretching endlessly in the horizon, and more to the point a priest was standing by the bar enjoying some scotch.
"Are we going to a wedding?" Buffy asked feeling very stupid, of course they were, but whose was it?
"Yes, we are." Angel said as he offered his hand to Buffy, they walked into the veranda, the ocean breeze hitting them in the face, the sweet smell perfuming the air was intoxicating, Buffy could make the distinctive essence of jasmines and lilies of the valley.
He ushered her into the gazebo, and kneeled in front of her. "Would you marry me?" Buffy actually gasped, the world had started moving in slow motion as he kneeled in that all so classic position. She had never expected that. He went all the way straight into her heart.
"I—I don't. Have you lost your mind? We can't do this! I didn't even dress properly. I can't marry you!"
"I love you. And you love me. Why can't we get married here and now?" Angel asked with those lost-puppy eyes of his, Buffy thought long and hard for about two seconds and then she couldn't find a reason why she could honestly say no, there could not be a more romantic place in the world for a secret wedding.
He saw her hesitating and dived-in with the killer move. "This might seal the deal." Angel opened a little blue box; it contained a lovely heart-shaped pink diamond and two wedding bands. "I saw it and I immediately thought of you. I promise you that I'll make you the happiest woman on earth. Would do me the honor of becoming my wife, Buffy Anne Summers?"
Buffy knew she had to say no, it wasn't a part of the job to marry the enemy, but she couldn't, her heart was in frank war with her mind, and she followed it.
"You are so conceited! I could have said no, you know?" Buffy said smiling, she tried the new ring, it fit flawlessly, and it was so much more like her, romantic and rare enough to be elegant and sober at the same time, nothing as ostentatious as the other ring.
"Are you?" Angel asked hopefully, he dearly hoped she'd say yes, but she could've said no.
"No, I'm saying yes, I'll marry you, and my god you have a way of bending a girl's will! This place is so beautiful; do you really mean to get married here and now? Don't you think we are rushing into this?" Buffy asked filled with doubts. But Angel had always been fond of big surprises, and that one was as big as Texas.
"Of course, I thought about it for weeks, and then this morning I just knew it, I had to marry you… today." Today just happened to be January 19th, the same day that Angel's grandparents had married exactly eighty years ago, if either of them had been alive, they'd be over a hundred years old by then, John O'Quinn and Abigail O'Quinn married in Dublin in January 19th, 1928.
The reason why Angel though it was such an auspicious day was that they had been married for over fifty years, she had died of cancer at the age of 69, he of a heart attack a few months after her.
Angel had never met them, they didn't approve of Connor's life style. He only knew of them through his mom, but he thought they were an example of true love, and a great marriage that survived all the obstacles.
John had lost his right leg fighting the Germans; Abigail had lost every single relative she had in a shipwreck, a faulty attempt to emigrate to the land of the free and the home of the brave. They had never made it to America, but Abby had, long years after, with Angel's dad in the belly.
"You planned all this today? In the four hours between breakfast and now?"
"You'd be amazed of how much people will do for lots of money." Angel said ironically, but she wouldn't, she had done quite a lot for money herself, though this time it was a good thing.
"Well, let's get married then!" Buffy suggested cheerfully.
"Excellent! Father O'Brian, she said yes!" Angel screamed filled with sudden joy.
"That a boy! I knew you'll sway her!" The father said as he grabbed his book of ceremonies and walked inside the gazebo. "He's a mighty impatient one, this one, may God give ye what it takes to handle him."
"Amen, father. By the way, don't we need to follow some basic procedures for this? I don't think we can just decide to get married."
"You are right; I was told any sort of formality will be done later. Do come here my child; I need to have a few words with you before I go on with this ceremony."
"What is it?" Buffy asked a little worried as the father ushered her out of Angel's earshot.
"You don't need to do this; I'll sign it wrong so it can be annulled later. You are not alone." The kind father O'Brian said in a murmur, he was a cop, LAPD, he had been sent to make sure Buffy was ok, they have heard rumors that Angel was preparing to receive a large shipment and they wanted to make sure Buffy was in the move.
"Oh, you too then? Ok we'll do it like that, just don't drop the act, pretend that you are a real priest, and boy that's a heavy accent for a Californian, don't over do the R's." She meant the heavy Irish brogue, quite distinctive for anyone with a trained ear, like Buffy.
"Angel-boy come here! She said yes, let's celebrate this wedding…"
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"My grandparents got married a day like this eighty years ago." Angel mentioned as they did the first dance together as a married couple, it was to unchained melody by the Elvis Presley, that famous Ghost movie song.
"Were they happy?" Buffy asked as she gazed at the decoration, it was so romantic, all the peach flowers, the soft music, the ocean howling in the back, the candlelight and Angel dancing slowly with her; it was almost too much for a fake wedding.
"Very much, they adored each other… like I adore you." Angel mentioned softly as he caressed the small of Buffy's back, she felt so light to him, like they were floating in the air instead of dancing.
"You are so romantic, and it looks like you like peach-color." Buffy answered as she leaned into Angel's embrace, placing her head against his chest, his heart was beating fast under her ear, sure and constant. "I adore you too." She whispered so only he could hear it, he did. And he leaned closer to her, smelling her hair, kissing her temple. How much was a lie? Were her feelings an aspect of her character or was she really that happy? She didn't know, all she knew was that she had never felt so happy in her life; if she could ignore who Angel was she would have been ecstatic.
But she wasn't, a sense of dread was coming above her, like a cloud of fear that engulfed her, the end of the dream was near, she felt it, and the heavy oppressing feeling of her throat was becoming unbearable. What would she do afterwards? Would her life make any sense to her? Would she able to forget him?
"Are they romantic or what?" Fred mentioned to Wesley, they were watching the byplay from their table, she was a little tired and Wesley wasn't a great dancer.
"I don't think I've ever seen Angelus so content. She's made him come about." Wesley said as he kissed Fred's hand. They were very romantic as well, young couple about to have their first baby, witnesses to a secret wedding, what could be tenderer than that?
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"I wanna have a baby." It wasn't the line, rather common in newlyweds, but who said it, it had been Angel, he wanted to have a baby. Buffy was caught unaware, they had been married for only 24 hours and he already wanted to have a baby.
"Are you sure? I mean, we just got married, we are so young, we barely know each other, and I'm diabetic." Buffy said filled with sudden fear, she would not go that far for an undercover operation, would she? "And what if I can't?"
"Do you want to have a baby?" He asked seriously.
"I don't know, maybe, in a few… years. I'm so young, and stupid. I'd be the worst mom in the world."
"You are not that young and you aren't stupid in any way, in fact you are the smartest person I know. I was just wondering; we never talked about it. I don't mean to force it like a part of the deal or something like that, but I'd love to, if you want to."
"Ah that deal, I had almost forgotten it. I don't think I'm ready for that, why don't we wait and try having a plant first, I don't think we are capable of bringing another human being into the world just yet."
"You insult me, you know? I am capable of having a child, I'm a responsible man, and I've proven that to you, haven't I?"
"Have you realized we have completely reversed gender roles? I am supposed to want the kids not the other way around."
"Don't you dare try to sidetrack me, Mrs. O'Quinn. Just answer me, do you want to have kids or not?" Since he put it that way, well…
"I do! Ok, I do want to have kids, but I'm scared, I barely know how to take care of myself, I don't think I could…"
"You are not alone anymore, we are together and two can always share the load better than one." Angel suggested hugging Buffy closer to his body. "Don't jump on it right now, think about it, it's a life-changing decision, I know that, but you should know that you'll be the best mommy in the world, you are sweet, responsible, caring, and cute too."
"What's with the sudden baby-urge? Is your biological clock ticking or what?" Buffy asked sarcastically.
"I'm envious, seeing Fred and Wesley shopping for cradles and baby clothes, I don't know it made me feel like … like I wanted more." Angel admitted with a face full of hope, Buffy wasn't entirely convinced envy was a good reason to have a kid but he continued with his thoughts.
"You had a family once, they loved you, they protected you, you were theirs, I didn't have that, I wonder what is like… don't you feel like you are missing something? That feeling that you belong somewhere, that people wait for you even if you are the worst piece of shit in face of the earth." That feeling was called family, those people that loved you even when you didn't deserve it.
"If you put it that way, I guess I do miss the smell of apple pie in the oven, mom singing in the shower, and dad watching the news while I was playing in the backyard." Buffy remembered as she spoke, the last time she had seen her parents alive, she was left home with the nanny; they were going to the theater, a special show of the phantom of the opera. She would never forget that day, or the moment a cop came to her house to tell her that her parents had been killed in a car accident. "I do miss that so much." Buffy admitted with tears streaming down her eyes. He just hugged her, unsure of what to say or do.
"We'll make our own family." That's all he could offer, not to bring back his parents, or to find long lost siblings, or to even try to erase the pain of all that was lost, the only thing he could do was bring hope, in the form of a new family, theirs.
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"What do you know about little Miss Buffy? Oh pardon me, that's Mrs. O'Quinn now, they got married a month ago, you know? A secret wedding by the beach, how fucking romantic, that little bitch, I'm gonna get her." Spike told Lindsay, they were meeting secretly to discuss what to do with W&H sudden power moves.
"Sounds like you're building a grudge." Lindsay said as he sipped a drink of bourbon. "She's an opportunist, that's what she is, hooker turned entrepreneur, turned wife of the big head honcho. And if that isn't enough, he gave her W&H as a wedding present in a silver platter; my head was just complementary on the house." Buffy had requested that Lindsay be fired so he couldn't make any more shady deals or unwanted advances on her, obviously Angel bid her wishes.
"Sounds like you have a grudge too. What do we do?" Spike asked, wondering how Lindsay had managed to piss the chit so much that she had gotten him fired.
"Dig her; she must have something in that spotless climb-up to Angelus' dick that we can use against her." Lindsay had a problem with Buffy, she reminded him a little too much of Darla, and he had loved Darla too much.
"I have a bad feeling about her, like she's a cop or something like it." Spike suggested, ever since Riley he had a funny feeling about Buffy, Faith and Riley and the nature of their supposed relationship.
"Oh come on, Angelus can't be that stupid, he smells rats a mile away." He had killed several LAPD infiltrated rats before, Kinda like The Departed, but he had missed the biggest one, his very own wife.
"You are right, but I still feel awry, we'll dig her up, see what we can find. Although you should know that she was cutting deals on the side, she was fucking our friend Riley Finn, LAPD narcotics division." Spike said; he saw no point of keeping that fact hidden from Lindsay, if anything the investigation would fluid smoothly if he knew what he was looking for.
"We'll dig him up too; he might be her Achilles' heel." Lindsay suggested thinking that Buffy might indeed be cheating on Angelus, and that would be his winning card against her, sort of like how he had manipulated Darla to leave Angel years back.
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February, 2008
Buffy and Angel's new home
"I'm sorry to interrupt your extended honey moon and all that shit but you said you wanted me to keep an eye on Mr. Iowa. Well I have…" Spike said as he pulled surveillance tapes, pictures, and even emails for Angel to see.
"What about him…? Oh he can't be serious." Angel said and then he stopped when he noticed who was in the pictures and videos. Riley was currently sleeping with Faith, in a regular basis. "That cop has got a death wish." First he stalked Buffy and now he fucked Faith.
"That's what I though. So you want me to kill him?" Spike suggested; he knew how much Angel cared about his sister, he couldn't let that dirty cop use her.
"Is he still working for you? Does he get girls as payment?" Angel asked making sure Buffy was out of earshot before he continued, she was in the shower. "I want to know what shoe size his grandmother wears. If you find so much as an inkling of him trying to get to Buffy through Faith you kill him, but make it look like an accident, also, I want Holtz tailed too, I have a very funny feeling about him, he had a secret meeting with Buffy yesterday, they think I don't know, he may be blackmailing her or telling her about what happened to Darla, either way I want to know what he wants with Buffy." Holtz knew Buffy and Angel were married, and he wanted to appear as if he liked his knew daughter-in-law so he had asked her out for lunch. They had discussed who they were and their common aim in the take-down operation.
Through Holtz Buffy had found out that Angel had a shipment coming in less than a month from Colombia, a big one, and section 52 wanted that shipment to be intercepted and stolen before it became evidence, FARC was involved and section 52 cared more about Colombian paramilitary affairs than US intern problems, FBI wanted to use the shipment to uncover the whole net, problem was that section would not allow it, also LAPD and DEA were involved, the situation could become critical too soon and big political names were involved.
Buffy and Holtz had come to an agreement, Angel's head on a plate for the FBI, with his entire net, half the shipment gets lost, and the other half becomes evidence.
Also, just to add fire to Buffy's marital bed, Holtz told her the truth about Darla's murder: Angel was stoned, he had a fight with her, she wanted to leave him, he threatened her, she cut him with a pocket knife in the face and then she ran to meet her uncle Daniel Holtz.
She never came home to Holtz that night; somewhere in-between midnight and dawn she was strangled and dismembered afterwards, then dumped near Santa Monica pear.
Every single circumstantial evidence pointed to Angel as the primary subject, but to his benefit, they had no witnesses, and he had checked into Cedars Sinai around 2.45 am, time enough to kill and stash but no sign of blood other than his own was found on his clothes and though he was under the influence of cocaine and alcohol, he had been lucid enough to drive, and to explain that he had an argument, and Darla had ended his engagement with him, also security cameras at his home proved that he was telling the truth.
So the case had been closed with insufficient evidence, Angel had a team of powerful lawyers, and he had a lot of influential friends. Buffy now had serious doubts of his innocence, could he had murdered Darla because she tried to leave him? Or was this all so Holtz could plant seeds of discord between them?
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TBC…
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Extra:
Crush Crush Crush
By Paramore
I got a
lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes
are always glued to me
Keeping them here and it makes no sense at
all
They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with
their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
1-2-3-4
Nothing compares to
a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting
on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be
more than--this
If you want to play it like a game
Come on,
come on let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending than
have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your
mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little
spies
They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with
their lies
Your little spies
Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush
1-2-3-4
Nothing compares to a quiet evening
alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on
That never
happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than' this
now
Rock and roll baby, don't you know that we're all alone
now
I need something to sing about
Rock and roll hey, don't you
know, baby that we're all alone now
I need something to sing
about
Rock and roll hey, don't you know, baby that we're all alone
now
Gimme something to sing about
Nothing compares to a
quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting
on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be
more than--no
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just
the one, two
I was just counting on
That never happens
I
guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than'
More
than--THIS
Ohh
Ooo