Lindsey burst into the apartment. He had waited nearly a year for this moment, first struggling to overcome his near-lethal injuries, then spending months tracking down his nemesis. Finally, after a fortuitous meeting with Drusilla, he had located his quarry in Rome.
The apartment's occupants, two young women, one blond, one brunette, stared at him in amazement.
"I'm not going to hurt either of you. I'm here for Angel," Lindsey said, pulling a revolver out of his coat pocket. He was rather surprised to see an infant sitting in a high-chair. Drusilla hadn't told him that the Slayer had a child.
"Why are you here?" the older woman demanded, surprisingly calm for someone facing a gun-wielding stranger.
"I'm here for revenge," Lindsey said, waving the gun at the women. "Your precious hero had me shot down like a dog and left for dead. Now he's gonna get his."
Smirking slightly, the blonde woman said, "What makes you think Angel is here?"
"Don't lie to me! I know he's here. Drusilla told me all about it. All right, she didn't make too much sense, but she was clear that her Daddy had been reborn as a human and was living with the Slayer," Lindsey said angrily. "Tell him to come out and take it like a man."
The brown-haired girl snickered. The baby gurgled happily.
Confused by her reaction, Lindsey looked around the room, trying to find out what the girl thought was so funny. He took a good look at the baby, taking in his shock of black hair, deep-set brown eyes and Neanderthal brow. Comprehension dawned. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled.
The End.