SECOND CHANCES
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the new ones that I created.
CHAPTER 3-Shock and Confusion
She awoke with the sickly taste of a mix of blood and bile in her mouth. Her memory was hazy at best, with the last thing she remembered being the look of shock, but surprisingly not fear, on Wesley's face. After that all her memories seemed to blur together, she couldn't even remember how she had gotten back to her hotel room. She tried to sit up but a wave of pain in her side and her cheek ushered her quick return to lying down. She knew that she couldn't stay in this hotel room all day, and had better leave before the posted check out time because of all the blood and bile on the floor and soaked into the bed sheets. Fighting back the pain she slowly made her way to the bathroom before being almost overcome by nausea. It took her a while to pull herself up enough so that she could look at herself in the mirror.
What she saw was not what she remembered herself to look like. While there had been mirrors in prison she had vehemently refused to look in one, fearing that she would see the pained face of one of the people that she had hurt in the reflection. She had remembered herself as a young woman that many people considered to be beautiful but she had always found faults in herself, fostering a sense of insecurity that projected outward into her daily life. Now however she noticed that the young woman had been left behind, abandoned somewhere, and that overall she didn't truly look that different, at least in her own eyes, but she had definitely grown up some. "It's why I always acted like such a bitch to everyone," she thought with a sigh as she turned on the hot water. She cupped her hands under the spout and spent the next several minutes reveling in the feeling of warmth on her hands.
She steadied herself for a second before she began to wash her face, taking special care of the cut on her cheek that was already beginning to heal. She cringed harshly and shouted out a few curses as she cautiously lifted her shirt to examine the cut on her stomach. She discovered that the cut on her stomach was much longer than the one on her cheek, and she noted that if not for her suped up slayer healing ability she would have had one hell of a scar across her stomach. She looked closer when she noticed that the end of the cut was just above the scar that signified the place where Buffy had thrust in the knife. She shook her head to fight off the memories as she then slowly began to pull her shirt off, intent on seeing whatever it was that was making her right side hurt so badly. * * * * * * * *
His day was going just about as badly, whereas Faith only had fuzzy memories of the night before Wesley could remember most of it, from the pain that ripped through his chest every time he took in a breath to the lump that was already forming on the top of his head. But what pained him the most this morning was not the physical pain that he had endured the night before, but the look of shock, and possibly fear if not relief on Faith's face. "Probably glad I didn't try to kill her," he thought with a chuckle that he had to cut short because of the pain in his chest. Lilah had grilled him for almost three hours, hurling question after question about him, and for the life of him Wesley could only remember a few of his answers. His only hope was that whatever he had told her he had left out any mention of seeing Faith. He didn't need Wolfram and Heart to know that Faith was out, not just yet, for they would undoubtedly try and sway her to their side, and that was one thing that Wesley concluded that he'd die before he let that happen.
Instead he came up with the idea of trying to gain her trust, and maybe being able to finally have someone to talk to that he didn't have to censor his words so as to not give Lilah any secrets or not to let Angel and the others know how much he missed them. When he had visited them the day before about Cordelia only Angel had spoken to him, while Gunn, a man that he once had considered a good friend, had only glared at him as if he were a monster and needed to be slain. Fred, whom he had to admit he still had a small crush on, could only stare, wide eyed, in shock at him, seemingly unwilling to say anything lest she set Gunn off. And only later had he discovered what had happened to Lorne and Lilah's sudden appearance in his apartment had been both unwanted and a surprise. He still had the dollar that had fallen out of her pocket and resigned himself to use it for something good.
It had been about an hour since his head lackey had left, blabbering something about a client that had complained about the demon entrails that were all over her living room. Wesley had tried to explain to her that he and his people only killed the monster, what was done with the body after that wasn't his problem. So to get away from any possible future annoyances like that he had decided to go out for lunch, feeling as if he was being suffocated in his apartment. He decided to steer clear of any of the eateries that Gunn or Fred would frequent, not wanting a confrontation at the moment. Luckily for him he had found a small diner that was cheap and catered to pretty much anything that could pay the bill. As such Wesley had often found himself spending hours there, meeting demons contacts and picking at his salad or soup while his contact feasted on the entrails of some butchered animal.
What he hadn't expected was to see anyone that he knew there, other than his various contacts and demons that he had been keeping track of. For upon entering the diner he stopped abruptly as he spotted Cordelia sitting with someone in one of the far booths. He bowed his head a bit as he searched for a booth that would fit his needs, those being that neither Cordelia nor whomever she was with would see him and that he could plot out his strategy in relative peace and quiet. Instead of ordering a salad, as he often did, he ordered a hamburger and fries, a meal that he had unfortunately become addicted to while living in Sunnydale, thanks in part to Xander Harris, and to many of the food commercials that he had seen on the television.
He only glanced up when the food was brought to him but had to do a double take when he noticed Cordelia up at the cash register. It wasn't the sight of her that had caught his attention, it was the young man standing beside her and warily glaring at every demon in the diner. He hadn't seen much of the teenaged Conner but from what he had observed he had concluded that he was much like his father, whether that was a good or bad thing had yet to be decided.
* * * * * * *
At that same time Angel had locked himself in the basement, pushing himself through an extremely taxing workout, hoping that the physical strain would relieve some of the pains of his still heart. He had gone over every word that Cordelia had said that night many times in his head, each time desperately hoping to remember something that would help him figure out why she had said what she did. He understood why she had been angry with him and the others for lying to her but he had hoped that she would be able to see past that and at least remember something.
Up on the main level Gunn kept himself busy by annoying Fred and Lorne with one rhetorical question after another about what had happened to Cordelia. Gunn was always one to speak his mind, never minding if his words would hurt someone. Fred on the other hand was a woman that was still trying to acclimate herself back to this world after spending so much time in Pylea, but to her credit she had made great strides in doing so, especially with Gunn's help. Lorne was still recuperating in the aftermath of Wolfram and Hearts attack on him to get the knowledge of what he had foreseen of Cordelia's future. Unfortunately they had gotten it all, a fact that had been discussed many times since it happened.
No one had entered the room with Cordelia's things since they had gotten back to the Hyperion and found Lorne tied up and wounded. Angel could only bring himself to stand at the doorway, but then seconds later he mutter something under his breath and then storm off down the hall with his normal pissed off look on his face. Fred and Gunn had pretty much ignored that entire floor of the hotel and Lorne had only gone close when he wanted to see if by some slim chance Angel had gone inside to try and drown his sorrows somehow. Thereby no one at Angel Investigations was the slightest bit aware of the news reports of the fight at Charlie's Bar the night before, when the report had started on the news Fred had gotten upset and had changed the channel to one of the major networks morning programs. In fact Angel could have reached out and touched Gunn before anyone noticed that he had finally left his self imposed exile in the basement. Fred was the first to notice as he words came out in her usual reserved voice. "Angel.you're here.I mean up, out of the basement."
Angel sighed deeply before he shrugged his shoulder and answered as the remnants of Angel Investigations eyed him warily. "Yeah.you could say that.did.did anyone call.?"
"Sorry man, that phone hasn't even made a peep," came Gunn's solemn reply as he slid off of the desk.
"Somebody will call.," was all Fred could say before she gave up knowing that even she didn't believe in her words. Even before Angel had disappeared the calls had alarmingly seemed to taper off, but even when Angel came back the calls seemed sparse, a fact that had not escaped anyone's notice.
"Either that or we'll all be looking for a new place to live," Lorne stated sadly as he took a sip of water.
"Not funny Lorne," Gunn interjected as he glared at Lorne.
"He's right, if we don't get something soon.," Angel said scowling as he shook his head and leaned on the counter, all the while not noticing the figure that was hiding in the shadows.
* * * * * * *
She had to try long and hard to remember the name of the hotel that Angel and his group were using as their headquarters. It had taken her the better part of two hours to finally find the hotel, and she had thought better than to just waltz in the front door. So instead she decided to sneak in and try to learn how much everyone had changed in the time she spent in prison so that when she finally did make her presence known she wouldn't sound stupid and extremely out of date. The trek to get into the hotel had been arduous because every time she reached her right arm up a jab of pain would shoot through her side, causing her to wince in pain as hesitate for a second or two before continuing. She had spent what seemed like hours walking around through the hotels upper levels, endlessly searching for someone or something to tell her something about what was going on and where everyone was. After getting frustrated she decided to go down to the lobby and was about to walk down the stairs when she heard voices in the lobby. She gingerly dropped to her knees and began to crawl forward until she was mere inches from the stairs and could have a good enough view of the lobby. She sat silent and still for a few moments as she waited until her wounds stopped bothering her. Even though the wound on her cheek was starting to heal she had reopened it while she was sneaking into the hotel and now a trickle of blood was dripping from it.
From her perch she could study the trio that she saw below. She didn't know any of them and guessed that they must be clients, although they did seem to be lounging around like they were supposed to be here. Faith was about to edge closer when she saw Angel appear from the basement and approach the trio. She listened intently as they discussed their money troubles, but soon her curiosity got the better of her and she scurried past the opening for the stairs and moved far enough until the cautious part of her brain reawakened and forced her to stop. From their conversation she figured out their names, Gunn was apparently the muscle of the group as he didn't seem to be the book learning kind. "Not like Wesley at all," Faith thought as a smile, that had she seen herself wearing it in a mirror she would have thought it cheesy, slowly crept upon her face as she remembered seeing Wesley sitting at the table in Sunnydale High School's old library, hunched over endless amounts of books, searching for God knows what demon or incantation. Fred, the diminutive woman that seemed to almost cling to Gunn was apparently much smarter than the others sitting near her.
Angel didn't seem to have changed much, although she figured that as a vampire he rarely changed anything about himself. He seemed to have gained a little weight along with the fact that he seemed to subtly aged, not physically but just how he carried himself and acted around the others. As she continued to listen to their conversation two nagging questions began to continuously crop up in her mind and force themselves to the forefront. She wondered what had happened to Cordelia, the bubble headed drama queen and former cheerleader that had always annoyed her back in Sunnydale, and where in the hell was Wesley. She knew that both Wesley and Cordelia had come to Los Angeles with Angel and had expected to see them both here, but for some unknown reason neither one was in attendance, and from her vantage point Faith concluded that although the quartet discussing their problems didn't seem to act like it their absence was not something that they were happy about.
Her mind raced as she desperately tried to figure out what could possibly have happened that would have split up the once tightly cohesive unit. She ran many different scenarios through her brain but even when one sounded good, let alone plausible, her rational side, small and weak as it was, would reassert itself and tell her that she was crazy to think that and she didn't think that Angel would have turned against Wesley and Cordelia for anything she wasn't so sure about the others in the room, they were still giant enigma's to her. She was about to leave when an authoritative woman stepped through the doors and into the hotel, and from the looks that Angel and the others gave her she was not welcome in the slightest. Angel was first to act as he looked up and growled slightly, an act that she remembered having liked at one point, and the look on his face darkened considerably.
"Well hello boys and girls.," the woman said with an extremely arrogant air about her, causing Faith to instantly distrust her.
"Lilah.so nice to see you again.now what do you want," Angel said as he tried to sound as truthful as possible but Faith, as someone that had told more untruths than she could even count, knew that he was lying through his sharpened teeth.
"Now now Angel, is that any way to talk to the bearer of good tidings," Lilah shot back with such a self righteous smirk on her face that even Faith had to admit was better than any of hers.
"You wouldn't know good tidings if they bit you on the ass," Gunn interjected before he locked his jaw, into a pose that Faith figured he used often, and set his feet.
"Ooh such hostility, Angel you should keep your eye on him.he just might be the next one of your people to go rogue.I mean you've already lost Wesley, I'd really hate to see you lose someone else," Lilah stated with a very proud smirk on her face as her hands slipped down to her hips. Seeing Gunn's anger level rising quickly Angel stepped in before Gunn said something that he'd regret.
"Wesley isn't lost.not yet," Angel said back with a very serious scowl on his face as he locked eyes with Lilah, intent on conveying his meaning with all the force that he could muster with his powerful glare.
Upon hearing this she was thoroughly confused, Wesley lost.what the hell was that supposed to mean, she had just seen him the day before, he hadn't looked lost then, if fact it had taken her a second or two to even recognize him, for she quickly concluded on a word that she never thought she'd ever use to describe Wesley, especially not after what she had done to him. For the word was.sexy. She desperately tried to shake that last thought out of her head as she cautiously and silently retraced her steps and escaped back out the window that she had used to enter the hotel, all without interrupting the heated argument down in the lobby, with her last thought being before she climbed out of the window, "I've got to figure out what the hell is going on here." But the question of exactly how to do that was not what soon sent chills down her spine, it was however the answer that scared her the most. For to get the answer she would have to get a whole hell of a lot closer to the man that she had been scared to even touch the night before, close enough to stir up all of her old memories, and nightmares. She could only hope that he wouldn't slam the door in her face, even if it was what she felt she deserved. That fear slowly began to consume her as she found the nearest phone booth and began to feverishly looking for his address. She finally found it and after ripping out the page she tore off down the sidewalk, almost knocking over an elderly woman as she went.
END OF CHAPTER 3
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the new ones that I created.
CHAPTER 3-Shock and Confusion
She awoke with the sickly taste of a mix of blood and bile in her mouth. Her memory was hazy at best, with the last thing she remembered being the look of shock, but surprisingly not fear, on Wesley's face. After that all her memories seemed to blur together, she couldn't even remember how she had gotten back to her hotel room. She tried to sit up but a wave of pain in her side and her cheek ushered her quick return to lying down. She knew that she couldn't stay in this hotel room all day, and had better leave before the posted check out time because of all the blood and bile on the floor and soaked into the bed sheets. Fighting back the pain she slowly made her way to the bathroom before being almost overcome by nausea. It took her a while to pull herself up enough so that she could look at herself in the mirror.
What she saw was not what she remembered herself to look like. While there had been mirrors in prison she had vehemently refused to look in one, fearing that she would see the pained face of one of the people that she had hurt in the reflection. She had remembered herself as a young woman that many people considered to be beautiful but she had always found faults in herself, fostering a sense of insecurity that projected outward into her daily life. Now however she noticed that the young woman had been left behind, abandoned somewhere, and that overall she didn't truly look that different, at least in her own eyes, but she had definitely grown up some. "It's why I always acted like such a bitch to everyone," she thought with a sigh as she turned on the hot water. She cupped her hands under the spout and spent the next several minutes reveling in the feeling of warmth on her hands.
She steadied herself for a second before she began to wash her face, taking special care of the cut on her cheek that was already beginning to heal. She cringed harshly and shouted out a few curses as she cautiously lifted her shirt to examine the cut on her stomach. She discovered that the cut on her stomach was much longer than the one on her cheek, and she noted that if not for her suped up slayer healing ability she would have had one hell of a scar across her stomach. She looked closer when she noticed that the end of the cut was just above the scar that signified the place where Buffy had thrust in the knife. She shook her head to fight off the memories as she then slowly began to pull her shirt off, intent on seeing whatever it was that was making her right side hurt so badly. * * * * * * * *
His day was going just about as badly, whereas Faith only had fuzzy memories of the night before Wesley could remember most of it, from the pain that ripped through his chest every time he took in a breath to the lump that was already forming on the top of his head. But what pained him the most this morning was not the physical pain that he had endured the night before, but the look of shock, and possibly fear if not relief on Faith's face. "Probably glad I didn't try to kill her," he thought with a chuckle that he had to cut short because of the pain in his chest. Lilah had grilled him for almost three hours, hurling question after question about him, and for the life of him Wesley could only remember a few of his answers. His only hope was that whatever he had told her he had left out any mention of seeing Faith. He didn't need Wolfram and Heart to know that Faith was out, not just yet, for they would undoubtedly try and sway her to their side, and that was one thing that Wesley concluded that he'd die before he let that happen.
Instead he came up with the idea of trying to gain her trust, and maybe being able to finally have someone to talk to that he didn't have to censor his words so as to not give Lilah any secrets or not to let Angel and the others know how much he missed them. When he had visited them the day before about Cordelia only Angel had spoken to him, while Gunn, a man that he once had considered a good friend, had only glared at him as if he were a monster and needed to be slain. Fred, whom he had to admit he still had a small crush on, could only stare, wide eyed, in shock at him, seemingly unwilling to say anything lest she set Gunn off. And only later had he discovered what had happened to Lorne and Lilah's sudden appearance in his apartment had been both unwanted and a surprise. He still had the dollar that had fallen out of her pocket and resigned himself to use it for something good.
It had been about an hour since his head lackey had left, blabbering something about a client that had complained about the demon entrails that were all over her living room. Wesley had tried to explain to her that he and his people only killed the monster, what was done with the body after that wasn't his problem. So to get away from any possible future annoyances like that he had decided to go out for lunch, feeling as if he was being suffocated in his apartment. He decided to steer clear of any of the eateries that Gunn or Fred would frequent, not wanting a confrontation at the moment. Luckily for him he had found a small diner that was cheap and catered to pretty much anything that could pay the bill. As such Wesley had often found himself spending hours there, meeting demons contacts and picking at his salad or soup while his contact feasted on the entrails of some butchered animal.
What he hadn't expected was to see anyone that he knew there, other than his various contacts and demons that he had been keeping track of. For upon entering the diner he stopped abruptly as he spotted Cordelia sitting with someone in one of the far booths. He bowed his head a bit as he searched for a booth that would fit his needs, those being that neither Cordelia nor whomever she was with would see him and that he could plot out his strategy in relative peace and quiet. Instead of ordering a salad, as he often did, he ordered a hamburger and fries, a meal that he had unfortunately become addicted to while living in Sunnydale, thanks in part to Xander Harris, and to many of the food commercials that he had seen on the television.
He only glanced up when the food was brought to him but had to do a double take when he noticed Cordelia up at the cash register. It wasn't the sight of her that had caught his attention, it was the young man standing beside her and warily glaring at every demon in the diner. He hadn't seen much of the teenaged Conner but from what he had observed he had concluded that he was much like his father, whether that was a good or bad thing had yet to be decided.
* * * * * * *
At that same time Angel had locked himself in the basement, pushing himself through an extremely taxing workout, hoping that the physical strain would relieve some of the pains of his still heart. He had gone over every word that Cordelia had said that night many times in his head, each time desperately hoping to remember something that would help him figure out why she had said what she did. He understood why she had been angry with him and the others for lying to her but he had hoped that she would be able to see past that and at least remember something.
Up on the main level Gunn kept himself busy by annoying Fred and Lorne with one rhetorical question after another about what had happened to Cordelia. Gunn was always one to speak his mind, never minding if his words would hurt someone. Fred on the other hand was a woman that was still trying to acclimate herself back to this world after spending so much time in Pylea, but to her credit she had made great strides in doing so, especially with Gunn's help. Lorne was still recuperating in the aftermath of Wolfram and Hearts attack on him to get the knowledge of what he had foreseen of Cordelia's future. Unfortunately they had gotten it all, a fact that had been discussed many times since it happened.
No one had entered the room with Cordelia's things since they had gotten back to the Hyperion and found Lorne tied up and wounded. Angel could only bring himself to stand at the doorway, but then seconds later he mutter something under his breath and then storm off down the hall with his normal pissed off look on his face. Fred and Gunn had pretty much ignored that entire floor of the hotel and Lorne had only gone close when he wanted to see if by some slim chance Angel had gone inside to try and drown his sorrows somehow. Thereby no one at Angel Investigations was the slightest bit aware of the news reports of the fight at Charlie's Bar the night before, when the report had started on the news Fred had gotten upset and had changed the channel to one of the major networks morning programs. In fact Angel could have reached out and touched Gunn before anyone noticed that he had finally left his self imposed exile in the basement. Fred was the first to notice as he words came out in her usual reserved voice. "Angel.you're here.I mean up, out of the basement."
Angel sighed deeply before he shrugged his shoulder and answered as the remnants of Angel Investigations eyed him warily. "Yeah.you could say that.did.did anyone call.?"
"Sorry man, that phone hasn't even made a peep," came Gunn's solemn reply as he slid off of the desk.
"Somebody will call.," was all Fred could say before she gave up knowing that even she didn't believe in her words. Even before Angel had disappeared the calls had alarmingly seemed to taper off, but even when Angel came back the calls seemed sparse, a fact that had not escaped anyone's notice.
"Either that or we'll all be looking for a new place to live," Lorne stated sadly as he took a sip of water.
"Not funny Lorne," Gunn interjected as he glared at Lorne.
"He's right, if we don't get something soon.," Angel said scowling as he shook his head and leaned on the counter, all the while not noticing the figure that was hiding in the shadows.
* * * * * * *
She had to try long and hard to remember the name of the hotel that Angel and his group were using as their headquarters. It had taken her the better part of two hours to finally find the hotel, and she had thought better than to just waltz in the front door. So instead she decided to sneak in and try to learn how much everyone had changed in the time she spent in prison so that when she finally did make her presence known she wouldn't sound stupid and extremely out of date. The trek to get into the hotel had been arduous because every time she reached her right arm up a jab of pain would shoot through her side, causing her to wince in pain as hesitate for a second or two before continuing. She had spent what seemed like hours walking around through the hotels upper levels, endlessly searching for someone or something to tell her something about what was going on and where everyone was. After getting frustrated she decided to go down to the lobby and was about to walk down the stairs when she heard voices in the lobby. She gingerly dropped to her knees and began to crawl forward until she was mere inches from the stairs and could have a good enough view of the lobby. She sat silent and still for a few moments as she waited until her wounds stopped bothering her. Even though the wound on her cheek was starting to heal she had reopened it while she was sneaking into the hotel and now a trickle of blood was dripping from it.
From her perch she could study the trio that she saw below. She didn't know any of them and guessed that they must be clients, although they did seem to be lounging around like they were supposed to be here. Faith was about to edge closer when she saw Angel appear from the basement and approach the trio. She listened intently as they discussed their money troubles, but soon her curiosity got the better of her and she scurried past the opening for the stairs and moved far enough until the cautious part of her brain reawakened and forced her to stop. From their conversation she figured out their names, Gunn was apparently the muscle of the group as he didn't seem to be the book learning kind. "Not like Wesley at all," Faith thought as a smile, that had she seen herself wearing it in a mirror she would have thought it cheesy, slowly crept upon her face as she remembered seeing Wesley sitting at the table in Sunnydale High School's old library, hunched over endless amounts of books, searching for God knows what demon or incantation. Fred, the diminutive woman that seemed to almost cling to Gunn was apparently much smarter than the others sitting near her.
Angel didn't seem to have changed much, although she figured that as a vampire he rarely changed anything about himself. He seemed to have gained a little weight along with the fact that he seemed to subtly aged, not physically but just how he carried himself and acted around the others. As she continued to listen to their conversation two nagging questions began to continuously crop up in her mind and force themselves to the forefront. She wondered what had happened to Cordelia, the bubble headed drama queen and former cheerleader that had always annoyed her back in Sunnydale, and where in the hell was Wesley. She knew that both Wesley and Cordelia had come to Los Angeles with Angel and had expected to see them both here, but for some unknown reason neither one was in attendance, and from her vantage point Faith concluded that although the quartet discussing their problems didn't seem to act like it their absence was not something that they were happy about.
Her mind raced as she desperately tried to figure out what could possibly have happened that would have split up the once tightly cohesive unit. She ran many different scenarios through her brain but even when one sounded good, let alone plausible, her rational side, small and weak as it was, would reassert itself and tell her that she was crazy to think that and she didn't think that Angel would have turned against Wesley and Cordelia for anything she wasn't so sure about the others in the room, they were still giant enigma's to her. She was about to leave when an authoritative woman stepped through the doors and into the hotel, and from the looks that Angel and the others gave her she was not welcome in the slightest. Angel was first to act as he looked up and growled slightly, an act that she remembered having liked at one point, and the look on his face darkened considerably.
"Well hello boys and girls.," the woman said with an extremely arrogant air about her, causing Faith to instantly distrust her.
"Lilah.so nice to see you again.now what do you want," Angel said as he tried to sound as truthful as possible but Faith, as someone that had told more untruths than she could even count, knew that he was lying through his sharpened teeth.
"Now now Angel, is that any way to talk to the bearer of good tidings," Lilah shot back with such a self righteous smirk on her face that even Faith had to admit was better than any of hers.
"You wouldn't know good tidings if they bit you on the ass," Gunn interjected before he locked his jaw, into a pose that Faith figured he used often, and set his feet.
"Ooh such hostility, Angel you should keep your eye on him.he just might be the next one of your people to go rogue.I mean you've already lost Wesley, I'd really hate to see you lose someone else," Lilah stated with a very proud smirk on her face as her hands slipped down to her hips. Seeing Gunn's anger level rising quickly Angel stepped in before Gunn said something that he'd regret.
"Wesley isn't lost.not yet," Angel said back with a very serious scowl on his face as he locked eyes with Lilah, intent on conveying his meaning with all the force that he could muster with his powerful glare.
Upon hearing this she was thoroughly confused, Wesley lost.what the hell was that supposed to mean, she had just seen him the day before, he hadn't looked lost then, if fact it had taken her a second or two to even recognize him, for she quickly concluded on a word that she never thought she'd ever use to describe Wesley, especially not after what she had done to him. For the word was.sexy. She desperately tried to shake that last thought out of her head as she cautiously and silently retraced her steps and escaped back out the window that she had used to enter the hotel, all without interrupting the heated argument down in the lobby, with her last thought being before she climbed out of the window, "I've got to figure out what the hell is going on here." But the question of exactly how to do that was not what soon sent chills down her spine, it was however the answer that scared her the most. For to get the answer she would have to get a whole hell of a lot closer to the man that she had been scared to even touch the night before, close enough to stir up all of her old memories, and nightmares. She could only hope that he wouldn't slam the door in her face, even if it was what she felt she deserved. That fear slowly began to consume her as she found the nearest phone booth and began to feverishly looking for his address. She finally found it and after ripping out the page she tore off down the sidewalk, almost knocking over an elderly woman as she went.
END OF CHAPTER 3
