Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 10)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
***
"Where did you go?" Breckin asked.
I shifted, once again, in my chair (they seriously needed better chairs here). "I have this friend, Lorne." I explained, "He told me that I would feel better if I came here-if I had my whole life written down. I don't know, he said that it would give me closure. And I, sure as hell, didn't want to stick around with my brother, so."
"This Lorne." The Keeper asked, taking some notes on a piece of paper, "Is he a.demon friend of yours?"
I nodded, "Yeah, he runs Caritas, a demonic karaoke bar. I don't really like going there-but Angel makes all of us go."
"I see." Breckin trailed off. After jotting down a few more notes, he looked up at me, "Is that all?"
***
I knew that as soon as I touched the door handle of the Hyperion's glass front doors, that getting some much needed sleep wasn't going to be easy. I already knew he was there, pacing back and forth in his office, waiting for whoever he sent out to return with any information on me. I know he cares, but sometimes it's ridiculous. I can't figure it out, why he doesn't trust me-a 200+ year old vampire to be out on my own in the world.
Pushing open the door, I stepped down the foyer steps and headed for the staircase. But before I could get to the stairs, Angel ran out of his office and in front of me, blocking the way to my room.
He looked tired, worn-out and stressed. His normally 'spiked to perfection' hair now laid flat on his head-the result of running his hands through his hair too many times. As he looked at me, I could tell that he wanted to ask me a hundred questions; where had I been? Why did I leave? But the thing that really pissed me off was that he looked exactly like a stressed out parent. Sure he was my sire, and sure he was my big brother, and my boss- but he wasn't my parent. I had parents.
"Zoey." He said, exhausted. "Where have you been?"
I started to suck on my lip, and looked at him, "Out." I said simply.
I heard footsteps behind me and then a familiar voice, "Zo! You're back! How was the Keeper? Make you feel better?"
I turned and faced Lorne, and he smiled at me, "I don't like him, he asks too many questions." I said quickly. "Plus, his sense of humor needs tuning. But otherwise, it was okay."
Angel walked up to Lorne with the look of disbelief written all over his face. He pointed at the green-skinned demon, "Lorne, you knew, all this time where she was? And you didn't tell me?"
I could tell that Angel was getting really pissed off at this point. And it'd be so like him to show it too, he was probably going to vamp out any second now.
But Lorne played it cool. He turned to my brother and said coolly, "It wasn't your place, Angel. It was something Zoey had to do by herself."
I started up the stairs towards my room for some much needed sleep, and I knew that Angel was going to come after me to 'talk it out'. And as I reached the top of the grand staircase, I heard him shout out to me.
"Zoey! Wait! Can't we just talk?"
I turned right and walked along the carpet near the railing and gave him the middle finger as I turned down the hallway that led to my room.
The End
***
"Where did you go?" Breckin asked.
I shifted, once again, in my chair (they seriously needed better chairs here). "I have this friend, Lorne." I explained, "He told me that I would feel better if I came here-if I had my whole life written down. I don't know, he said that it would give me closure. And I, sure as hell, didn't want to stick around with my brother, so."
"This Lorne." The Keeper asked, taking some notes on a piece of paper, "Is he a.demon friend of yours?"
I nodded, "Yeah, he runs Caritas, a demonic karaoke bar. I don't really like going there-but Angel makes all of us go."
"I see." Breckin trailed off. After jotting down a few more notes, he looked up at me, "Is that all?"
***
I knew that as soon as I touched the door handle of the Hyperion's glass front doors, that getting some much needed sleep wasn't going to be easy. I already knew he was there, pacing back and forth in his office, waiting for whoever he sent out to return with any information on me. I know he cares, but sometimes it's ridiculous. I can't figure it out, why he doesn't trust me-a 200+ year old vampire to be out on my own in the world.
Pushing open the door, I stepped down the foyer steps and headed for the staircase. But before I could get to the stairs, Angel ran out of his office and in front of me, blocking the way to my room.
He looked tired, worn-out and stressed. His normally 'spiked to perfection' hair now laid flat on his head-the result of running his hands through his hair too many times. As he looked at me, I could tell that he wanted to ask me a hundred questions; where had I been? Why did I leave? But the thing that really pissed me off was that he looked exactly like a stressed out parent. Sure he was my sire, and sure he was my big brother, and my boss- but he wasn't my parent. I had parents.
"Zoey." He said, exhausted. "Where have you been?"
I started to suck on my lip, and looked at him, "Out." I said simply.
I heard footsteps behind me and then a familiar voice, "Zo! You're back! How was the Keeper? Make you feel better?"
I turned and faced Lorne, and he smiled at me, "I don't like him, he asks too many questions." I said quickly. "Plus, his sense of humor needs tuning. But otherwise, it was okay."
Angel walked up to Lorne with the look of disbelief written all over his face. He pointed at the green-skinned demon, "Lorne, you knew, all this time where she was? And you didn't tell me?"
I could tell that Angel was getting really pissed off at this point. And it'd be so like him to show it too, he was probably going to vamp out any second now.
But Lorne played it cool. He turned to my brother and said coolly, "It wasn't your place, Angel. It was something Zoey had to do by herself."
I started up the stairs towards my room for some much needed sleep, and I knew that Angel was going to come after me to 'talk it out'. And as I reached the top of the grand staircase, I heard him shout out to me.
"Zoey! Wait! Can't we just talk?"
I turned right and walked along the carpet near the railing and gave him the middle finger as I turned down the hallway that led to my room.
The End