Chapter 4: Faith's Caritas. [pic]
Faith walked through the airport and went to baggage claim. She picked up her little tote bag and headed out the door to a taxi to bring her to Angel Investigations, lucky for her she had written down the address. Room 103.
When the taxi driver dropped her off in front of the office. She got a bad sense. She walked up to the door and it was dark and quiet. The door was unlocked so she walked in. The place looked like it had been renovated but not for Angel Investigations. There was a sign on the wall, "Mr. Bubbles Laundry Service".
"What the hell?" said Faith?
She turned around and left the building. She walked to a telephone booth and looked up Angel Investigations. No Listing? She thought to herself to go to the police, but figured that wouldn't be a good place to go, she wondered if the LAPD had, had word of her being released, and she didn't want any trouble tonight. So she decided the best place to go and ask around would be a demonic place. She had heard angel talk about a bar, Caritas.
When she walked into the bar she got a few weird looks from some who could sense that she was the active slayer, though they all knew Lorne's rules on no fighting aloud, they kept to themselves. Faith walked up to the bar stand and sat down. She saw Lorne, the owner of the bar and felt he would know.
"Hey, mister. Could you help me a second." Faith asked.
"Sure babe, what's cookin'?" Lorne said.
"I need an address, Angel Investigations?"
"Can I ask who's asking? Angel's a personal friend of mine."
"Mine too, I'm Faith."
"Faith the evil slayer Faith?"
"Yeah that's me, minus the evil part. I was released and really need to get in touch with him, think you could oblige?"
"Sure think sugar, but only if you do me a favor."
"What's that?" Faith asked.
"Sing a little number for me?"
"I know who you are. You're The Host. You read people when they sing."
"Yours truly. But I would love to help you more. Couldn't you just give me a little number?"
"Maybe some other time. I think I'll be in town for a while. So, that address?"
"Oh right, Angel Investigations. That is at the Hyperion Hotel, 1483 Hyperion avenue."
"You're sure of that?"
"Positive, I was just there the other day."
Faith didn't even stop to say goodbye, she just rushed out and headed off down the street.
"So Lorne, I thought you were moving?" asked a usual Caritas demon.
"I gave it some thought, but changed my mind at the last minute. I don't think running away from my problems is what I need. Also I have some strange feeling that something weird is gonna be going on here.
Faith walked through the airport and went to baggage claim. She picked up her little tote bag and headed out the door to a taxi to bring her to Angel Investigations, lucky for her she had written down the address. Room 103.
When the taxi driver dropped her off in front of the office. She got a bad sense. She walked up to the door and it was dark and quiet. The door was unlocked so she walked in. The place looked like it had been renovated but not for Angel Investigations. There was a sign on the wall, "Mr. Bubbles Laundry Service".
"What the hell?" said Faith?
She turned around and left the building. She walked to a telephone booth and looked up Angel Investigations. No Listing? She thought to herself to go to the police, but figured that wouldn't be a good place to go, she wondered if the LAPD had, had word of her being released, and she didn't want any trouble tonight. So she decided the best place to go and ask around would be a demonic place. She had heard angel talk about a bar, Caritas.
When she walked into the bar she got a few weird looks from some who could sense that she was the active slayer, though they all knew Lorne's rules on no fighting aloud, they kept to themselves. Faith walked up to the bar stand and sat down. She saw Lorne, the owner of the bar and felt he would know.
"Hey, mister. Could you help me a second." Faith asked.
"Sure babe, what's cookin'?" Lorne said.
"I need an address, Angel Investigations?"
"Can I ask who's asking? Angel's a personal friend of mine."
"Mine too, I'm Faith."
"Faith the evil slayer Faith?"
"Yeah that's me, minus the evil part. I was released and really need to get in touch with him, think you could oblige?"
"Sure think sugar, but only if you do me a favor."
"What's that?" Faith asked.
"Sing a little number for me?"
"I know who you are. You're The Host. You read people when they sing."
"Yours truly. But I would love to help you more. Couldn't you just give me a little number?"
"Maybe some other time. I think I'll be in town for a while. So, that address?"
"Oh right, Angel Investigations. That is at the Hyperion Hotel, 1483 Hyperion avenue."
"You're sure of that?"
"Positive, I was just there the other day."
Faith didn't even stop to say goodbye, she just rushed out and headed off down the street.
"So Lorne, I thought you were moving?" asked a usual Caritas demon.
"I gave it some thought, but changed my mind at the last minute. I don't think running away from my problems is what I need. Also I have some strange feeling that something weird is gonna be going on here.