Mom
A/N: Does anybody even read these? Or this fanfiction?
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"So glad you could join me, Wesley. I almost thought your weren't going to make it. But then again I do have the best to-do guys in the business." Lilah said in her more then cocky attitude.
"You sure do talk a lot. But then again you are a lawyer."
"Wesley, Wesley, Wesley. Aren't you even curious about what we are going to do to you?"
"Not really." Wes said as he looked around the room. He must have been knocked out cold while washing his hands. His hands were tied together as well as his feet and he was in kneeling position.
"Oh you're no fun. Most people are like 'what are you doing with me. please don't kill me' but you. you're just no fun." Lilah smiled as if she didn't mean it. "Maybe we should just torture you for a minute."
Wesley rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Angel would love that."
"2 minutes, 24 seconds."
"What?"
"That's how long it took you to mention your boss' name."
Wesley tried to stand up, but failed miserably. "Now wait a second." He said in a loud voice. Then he quieted down. "I'm the boss."
"Right. You're the boss. Angel still orders you around, Angel still chooses the missions, but your right. You are the boss."
"That's not true."
He was getting nowhere with this. In fact he was wondering what the plan was, how quick it would be, and where was the closest phone.
She was getting nowhere with this. Not even the mention of torture got him to ask about her fabulous plan.
Just then the phone rung.
Lilah slowly backed away, never keeping her eyes off Wesley, and picked up the phone.
"Lilah Morgan."
"What's wrong with her?"
"Fighting? That's not like her at all."
Wesley looked at the talking woman. Her face looked sad, like he had never seen it before.
"Put her on the phone."
"Hello, Mother."
'Mother?' Wesley thought. 'I would have thought that Lilah would have had her mother killed. But the sound of her voice is almost like she cares. Perfect.
'A weakness.'
A/N: Does anybody even read these? Or this fanfiction?
*@*
"So glad you could join me, Wesley. I almost thought your weren't going to make it. But then again I do have the best to-do guys in the business." Lilah said in her more then cocky attitude.
"You sure do talk a lot. But then again you are a lawyer."
"Wesley, Wesley, Wesley. Aren't you even curious about what we are going to do to you?"
"Not really." Wes said as he looked around the room. He must have been knocked out cold while washing his hands. His hands were tied together as well as his feet and he was in kneeling position.
"Oh you're no fun. Most people are like 'what are you doing with me. please don't kill me' but you. you're just no fun." Lilah smiled as if she didn't mean it. "Maybe we should just torture you for a minute."
Wesley rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Angel would love that."
"2 minutes, 24 seconds."
"What?"
"That's how long it took you to mention your boss' name."
Wesley tried to stand up, but failed miserably. "Now wait a second." He said in a loud voice. Then he quieted down. "I'm the boss."
"Right. You're the boss. Angel still orders you around, Angel still chooses the missions, but your right. You are the boss."
"That's not true."
He was getting nowhere with this. In fact he was wondering what the plan was, how quick it would be, and where was the closest phone.
She was getting nowhere with this. Not even the mention of torture got him to ask about her fabulous plan.
Just then the phone rung.
Lilah slowly backed away, never keeping her eyes off Wesley, and picked up the phone.
"Lilah Morgan."
"What's wrong with her?"
"Fighting? That's not like her at all."
Wesley looked at the talking woman. Her face looked sad, like he had never seen it before.
"Put her on the phone."
"Hello, Mother."
'Mother?' Wesley thought. 'I would have thought that Lilah would have had her mother killed. But the sound of her voice is almost like she cares. Perfect.
'A weakness.'