Part 15
Wesley and Angel had returned to the hotel; and Wesley had stopped in
the lobby to get two more rooms, as it appeared that Cordelia had no
intention of going anywhere at the present time. Angel had grumbled,
but given in. He'd mentioned something about needing to sleep, and
went back to his own room.
He laid on the bed, but was unable to actually sleep. It was
impossible, when he was in the same town as Buffy. He wanted nothing
more than to get home, and away from all of this pain. He snorted
with laughter. *Away from the pain? Yeah, right. Pain's your life,
Angel. Always has been, always will be.*
There was a timid knock on the door, and Angel leapt out of bed to
open it. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, not allowing the
visitor to enter. "Where the hell have you been? But I don't really
want to know. Because I'm going home, and you can come with, or hitch
a ride back with a psychopath if you insist."
"I thought I made this clear earlier," Cordelia replied, with a
raised eyebrow. "Nobody's going anywhere. You need to work it out
with--"
"ENOUGH!" Angel yelled with enough force to make Cordelia jump
back. "I'm. Going. Home." He glared at her, accompanying each word
with a point of his finger in her direction. His entire demeanor
dared her to argue with him.
She simply smiled enigmatically at him and walked back to her own
room. He heard the door shut, and he didn't really want to check, but
he had to. He walked across the parking lot to his car, and couldn't
believe his eyes. She had slashed all four of his tires. He forced
himself to count to ten. Five times in a row. When he was no longer
seeing red, he stalked back to his room and slammed the door.
*************
3 pm
Angel had called a tow-truck and they had towed the car to a local
mechanic's shop. They'd assured him his car would be ready to drive
by five pm. Wesley had walked outside when the tow-truck had showed
up, and had apologized for Cordelia's actions. "It's fine, Wes. You
didn't know she was going to do that," he shrugged. He looked to the
door of her room. "I'm taking the cost of the tires out of her
paycheck. Maybe she'll be getting a pink slip along with that
paycheck."
Wesley didn't defend her, and Angel was grateful for that. "Angel,
I'm going to speak to Giles and Buffy tonight, and tell them about
Faith."
Angel nodded, it had occurred to him some time earlier that Buffy
might need to know, and was glad Wesley was taking on that
responsibility. "Her death, did it..."
"Call another slayer?" Wesley asked. Angel nodded again, and he
said, "I contacted the Council, and yes they have called another
slayer. They don't officially recognize Buffy as a slayer, you
remember, but they still accept her usefulness on the hellmouth. The
new slayer is taking up residence in Romania, there's a small town
there that has been overrun by vampires and other demons."
"I see," Angel said. "What time are you meeting them?"
"Seven p.m. If you'd prefer to just leave, I can catch a bus back to
LA," Wesley offered.
Angel sighed, and shrugged. "No, that's fine. I'll wait for you. Will
you please tell Cordelia to be ready to return to LA with us at ten
tonight?"
"I'll tell her," Wesley agreed. "And I'll make sure to confiscate any
sharp objects she has in her possession," he added, in an attempt
at humor.
Angel smiled. He'd gotten over his anger at Cordelia enough to almost
find the previous few hours funny. Almost. "Thanks," he said, and
returned to his motel room.
*************
Wesley and Angel had returned to the hotel; and Wesley had stopped in
the lobby to get two more rooms, as it appeared that Cordelia had no
intention of going anywhere at the present time. Angel had grumbled,
but given in. He'd mentioned something about needing to sleep, and
went back to his own room.
He laid on the bed, but was unable to actually sleep. It was
impossible, when he was in the same town as Buffy. He wanted nothing
more than to get home, and away from all of this pain. He snorted
with laughter. *Away from the pain? Yeah, right. Pain's your life,
Angel. Always has been, always will be.*
There was a timid knock on the door, and Angel leapt out of bed to
open it. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, not allowing the
visitor to enter. "Where the hell have you been? But I don't really
want to know. Because I'm going home, and you can come with, or hitch
a ride back with a psychopath if you insist."
"I thought I made this clear earlier," Cordelia replied, with a
raised eyebrow. "Nobody's going anywhere. You need to work it out
with--"
"ENOUGH!" Angel yelled with enough force to make Cordelia jump
back. "I'm. Going. Home." He glared at her, accompanying each word
with a point of his finger in her direction. His entire demeanor
dared her to argue with him.
She simply smiled enigmatically at him and walked back to her own
room. He heard the door shut, and he didn't really want to check, but
he had to. He walked across the parking lot to his car, and couldn't
believe his eyes. She had slashed all four of his tires. He forced
himself to count to ten. Five times in a row. When he was no longer
seeing red, he stalked back to his room and slammed the door.
*************
3 pm
Angel had called a tow-truck and they had towed the car to a local
mechanic's shop. They'd assured him his car would be ready to drive
by five pm. Wesley had walked outside when the tow-truck had showed
up, and had apologized for Cordelia's actions. "It's fine, Wes. You
didn't know she was going to do that," he shrugged. He looked to the
door of her room. "I'm taking the cost of the tires out of her
paycheck. Maybe she'll be getting a pink slip along with that
paycheck."
Wesley didn't defend her, and Angel was grateful for that. "Angel,
I'm going to speak to Giles and Buffy tonight, and tell them about
Faith."
Angel nodded, it had occurred to him some time earlier that Buffy
might need to know, and was glad Wesley was taking on that
responsibility. "Her death, did it..."
"Call another slayer?" Wesley asked. Angel nodded again, and he
said, "I contacted the Council, and yes they have called another
slayer. They don't officially recognize Buffy as a slayer, you
remember, but they still accept her usefulness on the hellmouth. The
new slayer is taking up residence in Romania, there's a small town
there that has been overrun by vampires and other demons."
"I see," Angel said. "What time are you meeting them?"
"Seven p.m. If you'd prefer to just leave, I can catch a bus back to
LA," Wesley offered.
Angel sighed, and shrugged. "No, that's fine. I'll wait for you. Will
you please tell Cordelia to be ready to return to LA with us at ten
tonight?"
"I'll tell her," Wesley agreed. "And I'll make sure to confiscate any
sharp objects she has in her possession," he added, in an attempt
at humor.
Angel smiled. He'd gotten over his anger at Cordelia enough to almost
find the previous few hours funny. Almost. "Thanks," he said, and
returned to his motel room.
*************