Fred sat at the bar, draped in a long, black leather jacket. Her red outfit was almost completely shielded from the length of the coat. She sipped her drink lightly, a glass of red wine. Behind her a clearly tone-deaf young Jhirago demon sang her heart out to her lover in the seats.
"Boy..." Lorne said with a laugh. "If only he knew that..." He looked at Fred. "Hey, kid...somethin' botherin' ya?" He asked.
Fred shook her head with a smile. "Never felt better, Lorne."
Two rather interesting looking demons approached her.
"Hey sweetheart...what's a human like you doing in a place like this all alone?" The first asked.
"Who says I'm human?" She quirked an eyebrow as she turned to look at them.
The second smiled. "How much you going for this evening?"
Fred, clearly insulted, put her hand on her hip. "Why don't you ask my vampire boyfriend."
The two demons smiled at each other. "Yeah, we're real scared of some wimpy vampire." They laughed.
"Perhaps I should call Angelus now? Tell him what you think?" She pulled a cell phone from the jacket.
"Angelus?" One asked. His eyes got fearful.
The other cleared his throat. "Sorry, Ma'am." They turned and walked away.
Lorne looked at Fred curiously. "You and Angel, huh? Why don't ya sing for me, kid?"
Fred glared at Lorne. "I don't want you reading my mind." She stood and walked out, taking a bottle of vodka from behind the bar on her way.
"Hey!" Lorne said, attempting to follow her out. "Aww...well...I'll just put it on Angel's tab."
Fred walked along the street, drinking from her vodka bottle on her way. Slowly, she passed a tattoo parlor with a sudden interest in her eyes. "Hmmm..." She smiled and turned, walking inside.
Wesley stood inside his apartment, looking out a window. His hair was wet and tousled from a shower, he wore a loose-fitting gray sweater and jeans. His bare feet felt cold against the chilled floor.
He sipped his tea, wondering where Fred was. What she was doing. If she was thinking of him. He sighed, shaking his head. This new attitude that she had acquired was nothing like her former self. The introvert that he had fallen in love with had disappeared. Now, Wesley had to face the fact that he had fallen for a woman who most likely wouldn't fall with him. Angel was in the way.
Emerging from the parlor, Fred smiled at the dainty butterfly on her stomach. It was gorgeous. She sipped once again from her bottle, the effects weighing down on her.
"Home again, home again." She smiled. She walked back home towards the hotel.
Angel sat shirtless on Fred's bed in her room.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Cordy?" He asked. "I feel weird."
"Don't worry, Angel. It'll all work out. Maybe it'll bring her to her senses. Just...try not to hurt her, okay?" Cordelia replied.
"Right." Angel laid back on the bed as Cordy left. He stared at the ceiling until the door swung open.
"Angel...my love...you came." Fred smiled. She shed her jacket and walked towards him.
"Yeah...sure did." He grinned. He allowed Fred to kiss him and let her hands roam around him. He let her continue until she got a little too frisky. Then, he attacked.
Fred screamed in delight as Angel pinned her to the bed, tying her down. He smiled and climbed off of her lap, putting his shirt and belt back on.
"Now...if you don't snap out of this by morning, we'll have to figure something else out." Angel took back his jacket and the bottle and walked out of the room.
"Angel!" Fred yelled. She growled in anger.
Angel and Cordelia smiled, walking from the hotel. "Well...let's hope this works. We need our Fred back." Cordelia said.
"Yeah. She's just a little too freaky for my taste." Angel replied.
Fred laid there, staring at the ceiling. She sighed and tried to go to sleep. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she stared right into the face of a smiling vampire. She was blonde with a vicious face.
"Hello, girl. Where's your precious Angel?" She grinned.
Fred screamed and pulled against her restraints. "Angel! Help me!" She cried.
"No screamin' for your Angel, now." She smiled. She drew her hand back and punched Fred in the face.
"Boy..." Lorne said with a laugh. "If only he knew that..." He looked at Fred. "Hey, kid...somethin' botherin' ya?" He asked.
Fred shook her head with a smile. "Never felt better, Lorne."
Two rather interesting looking demons approached her.
"Hey sweetheart...what's a human like you doing in a place like this all alone?" The first asked.
"Who says I'm human?" She quirked an eyebrow as she turned to look at them.
The second smiled. "How much you going for this evening?"
Fred, clearly insulted, put her hand on her hip. "Why don't you ask my vampire boyfriend."
The two demons smiled at each other. "Yeah, we're real scared of some wimpy vampire." They laughed.
"Perhaps I should call Angelus now? Tell him what you think?" She pulled a cell phone from the jacket.
"Angelus?" One asked. His eyes got fearful.
The other cleared his throat. "Sorry, Ma'am." They turned and walked away.
Lorne looked at Fred curiously. "You and Angel, huh? Why don't ya sing for me, kid?"
Fred glared at Lorne. "I don't want you reading my mind." She stood and walked out, taking a bottle of vodka from behind the bar on her way.
"Hey!" Lorne said, attempting to follow her out. "Aww...well...I'll just put it on Angel's tab."
Fred walked along the street, drinking from her vodka bottle on her way. Slowly, she passed a tattoo parlor with a sudden interest in her eyes. "Hmmm..." She smiled and turned, walking inside.
Wesley stood inside his apartment, looking out a window. His hair was wet and tousled from a shower, he wore a loose-fitting gray sweater and jeans. His bare feet felt cold against the chilled floor.
He sipped his tea, wondering where Fred was. What she was doing. If she was thinking of him. He sighed, shaking his head. This new attitude that she had acquired was nothing like her former self. The introvert that he had fallen in love with had disappeared. Now, Wesley had to face the fact that he had fallen for a woman who most likely wouldn't fall with him. Angel was in the way.
Emerging from the parlor, Fred smiled at the dainty butterfly on her stomach. It was gorgeous. She sipped once again from her bottle, the effects weighing down on her.
"Home again, home again." She smiled. She walked back home towards the hotel.
Angel sat shirtless on Fred's bed in her room.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Cordy?" He asked. "I feel weird."
"Don't worry, Angel. It'll all work out. Maybe it'll bring her to her senses. Just...try not to hurt her, okay?" Cordelia replied.
"Right." Angel laid back on the bed as Cordy left. He stared at the ceiling until the door swung open.
"Angel...my love...you came." Fred smiled. She shed her jacket and walked towards him.
"Yeah...sure did." He grinned. He allowed Fred to kiss him and let her hands roam around him. He let her continue until she got a little too frisky. Then, he attacked.
Fred screamed in delight as Angel pinned her to the bed, tying her down. He smiled and climbed off of her lap, putting his shirt and belt back on.
"Now...if you don't snap out of this by morning, we'll have to figure something else out." Angel took back his jacket and the bottle and walked out of the room.
"Angel!" Fred yelled. She growled in anger.
Angel and Cordelia smiled, walking from the hotel. "Well...let's hope this works. We need our Fred back." Cordelia said.
"Yeah. She's just a little too freaky for my taste." Angel replied.
Fred laid there, staring at the ceiling. She sighed and tried to go to sleep. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she stared right into the face of a smiling vampire. She was blonde with a vicious face.
"Hello, girl. Where's your precious Angel?" She grinned.
Fred screamed and pulled against her restraints. "Angel! Help me!" She cried.
"No screamin' for your Angel, now." She smiled. She drew her hand back and punched Fred in the face.
