~~~~~~~
"I can't believe we let him go!" Cordelia slammed the door, signifying her dislike to the whole situation.
"Man's got a right for a vacation." Gunn replied, never looking up from his newspaper. "I'm concerned, yes, but Wesley can take care of himself."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Not a word to Angelo about the meeting, and forget tonight ever happened." She warned Wesley, before going into the castle.
"One condition, we'll have a talk in the morning." Wesley told her, holding onto her arm.
Angelo opened the door. "Good night gentleman." She pushed past them and headed for her room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth was working late as usual when the phone on his desk rang.
"Take care of it! That's what I pay you for!" He then slammed the receiver down and
poured himself some brandy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the first time since New York, she slept with no dreams or other interruptions.
"Angelo still here?" Alex asked the room in the morning.
"Nay, but Master Wesley is." Isla told her as Alex pulled clean clothes from various wooden dresser drawers.
"How long has he been up?" She flopped onto her four post bed, frustrated.
"A few hours."
Alex poked her head under the bed, her brush was there, just out of her reach.
As she reached, the bush flew to her fingertips. "Thank you Isla."
Up from the bed, Miss Drummond, took a look in the mirror and saw a faded reflection.
She shook her head, gathering up her stone wash blue jeans and rose colored shirt and headed for the bathroom.
"Isla? What was all that noise last night?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wesley had tried to explore his surroundings the night before, of course he had to choose the night it stormed like the dickens.
Still dressed from his outing earlier in the evening, he left open his door, as soon as he stepped out of the doorway, it slammed shut.
"What the? Must be the wind." He tried to reassure himself as he tried the doors in the red carpeted hallway, filled with what looked like antique furniture and paintings of what he assumed were her ancestors.
Each door he tried to open was locked.
At the very end of the hallway was an opened door, when he reached it, and when he saw it was
Alex's room, the door slammed shut and locked.
Wesley called out, no one answered. The window at the other end of the hall opened suddenly, bringing in the rain and the wind,
he looked at the window and a figure in front of it.
"Excuse me." He went toward the figure as the wind blew the curtain through the figure and stopping him dead in his tracks.
The figure stared out the window, and as he got closer, it disappeared.
Stunned, Wesley closed the window, and went back to his room. He took one last look at Alex's room, and saw the figure walk through the door and then back out.
The figure was gray and its presence seem to force Wesley away from her room, and back into his own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you ready to talk now?" Wesley asked impatiently the following day.
"Are you ready to listen?" She shot back. Surprised, Wesley nodded. "I'm sorry, what do you know?"
"Well the police report states Cole was driving when he lost control, Angelo also said you don't talk about it." Wesley treaded carefully with that statement.
"Angelo worries too much." She told Wesley. "We were being chased by another car. Cole and I just finished two weeks training in the hills and we picked up a tail on the way home.
After we hit the tree, I saw a man, well I assume a man, dressed in black, coming towards the car. I saw him as a threat and tried to free myself from the car." She poured and then sipped her tea. "The man saw me, and headed in the other direction."
"And Cole?"
"The doctors repaired what they could, but he'll need a cane to help walk for the rest of his life. Everyone was surprised we survived a wreck that bad."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth very on edge for this strange meeting. It was a dark, musty old warehouse down by the docks in Bristol, he wouldn't be so edgy if the day wasn't so dark and gloomy.
"Don't look so worried old man." the voice echoed through the darkness of the warehouse.
This was the last of the old warehouses, it was a few days from being torn down, along with restructuring of the docks.
Seth stepped onto a board that snapped under his weight.
"The Council has agreed to your terms, when can we expect results?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe we let him go!" Cordelia slammed the door, signifying her dislike to the whole situation.
"Man's got a right for a vacation." Gunn replied, never looking up from his newspaper. "I'm concerned, yes, but Wesley can take care of himself."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Not a word to Angelo about the meeting, and forget tonight ever happened." She warned Wesley, before going into the castle.
"One condition, we'll have a talk in the morning." Wesley told her, holding onto her arm.
Angelo opened the door. "Good night gentleman." She pushed past them and headed for her room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth was working late as usual when the phone on his desk rang.
"Take care of it! That's what I pay you for!" He then slammed the receiver down and
poured himself some brandy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the first time since New York, she slept with no dreams or other interruptions.
"Angelo still here?" Alex asked the room in the morning.
"Nay, but Master Wesley is." Isla told her as Alex pulled clean clothes from various wooden dresser drawers.
"How long has he been up?" She flopped onto her four post bed, frustrated.
"A few hours."
Alex poked her head under the bed, her brush was there, just out of her reach.
As she reached, the bush flew to her fingertips. "Thank you Isla."
Up from the bed, Miss Drummond, took a look in the mirror and saw a faded reflection.
She shook her head, gathering up her stone wash blue jeans and rose colored shirt and headed for the bathroom.
"Isla? What was all that noise last night?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wesley had tried to explore his surroundings the night before, of course he had to choose the night it stormed like the dickens.
Still dressed from his outing earlier in the evening, he left open his door, as soon as he stepped out of the doorway, it slammed shut.
"What the? Must be the wind." He tried to reassure himself as he tried the doors in the red carpeted hallway, filled with what looked like antique furniture and paintings of what he assumed were her ancestors.
Each door he tried to open was locked.
At the very end of the hallway was an opened door, when he reached it, and when he saw it was
Alex's room, the door slammed shut and locked.
Wesley called out, no one answered. The window at the other end of the hall opened suddenly, bringing in the rain and the wind,
he looked at the window and a figure in front of it.
"Excuse me." He went toward the figure as the wind blew the curtain through the figure and stopping him dead in his tracks.
The figure stared out the window, and as he got closer, it disappeared.
Stunned, Wesley closed the window, and went back to his room. He took one last look at Alex's room, and saw the figure walk through the door and then back out.
The figure was gray and its presence seem to force Wesley away from her room, and back into his own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you ready to talk now?" Wesley asked impatiently the following day.
"Are you ready to listen?" She shot back. Surprised, Wesley nodded. "I'm sorry, what do you know?"
"Well the police report states Cole was driving when he lost control, Angelo also said you don't talk about it." Wesley treaded carefully with that statement.
"Angelo worries too much." She told Wesley. "We were being chased by another car. Cole and I just finished two weeks training in the hills and we picked up a tail on the way home.
After we hit the tree, I saw a man, well I assume a man, dressed in black, coming towards the car. I saw him as a threat and tried to free myself from the car." She poured and then sipped her tea. "The man saw me, and headed in the other direction."
"And Cole?"
"The doctors repaired what they could, but he'll need a cane to help walk for the rest of his life. Everyone was surprised we survived a wreck that bad."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth very on edge for this strange meeting. It was a dark, musty old warehouse down by the docks in Bristol, he wouldn't be so edgy if the day wasn't so dark and gloomy.
"Don't look so worried old man." the voice echoed through the darkness of the warehouse.
This was the last of the old warehouses, it was a few days from being torn down, along with restructuring of the docks.
Seth stepped onto a board that snapped under his weight.
"The Council has agreed to your terms, when can we expect results?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
