Eve sat uncomfortably on the couch in the lobby. Here she was, in the
hotel of her worst enemy. And here he was, allowing her shelter after
all those years she had tried to kill him. She would always know where
he was, and he could always survive her attacks. It's like she hunted
him, but she never killed. She began to get so used to him, she could
feel his presence, and he would try to kill her as well, but he
couldn't. They were never caught in a kill-kill situation. He had
never pinned her and she had a trouble at pinning him.
Weird, ain't it? Eve had all those powers while Angelus was just a vampire. Don't you think she could have killed him? Or was her mind and strength somewhere else?
Angel had slipped out when Eve was asleep, she knew that now. She wasn't waiting up for him, she couldn't sleep.
Angel slipped into Connor's hospital room. Connor's head was in face of the window, away from Angel; the boy appeared asleep to Angel.
Connor wasn't asleep. He heard Angel entered. But his head hurt a lot more than it had ever. The pain of his stab wound and his bite marks now came hitting him twice as much.
Connor closed his eyes, wishing it away. Angel crept closer, suspecting that his boy was awake.
"Connor. I'm sorry," Angel breathed. "I should've been here. I'm sorry," he apologized again.
"It's okay," Connor said, slowly turning to face Angel. Never before had Angel witnessed Connor forgiving him.
"You okay?" Gunn asked, coming down the stairs to sit beside Eve.
"Yeah, why would I be?" Eve asked.
"Because you all are going to die," Angel said, coming out of the shadows.
"Didn't you leave?" Eve asked, then looked at the main doors. That was the only entrance Angel could have came through, and he had not came through that one.
"Ah, nah. I didn't feel like it. I got up and decided to go see the boy, but then it's like, the kid already hates me, what's the point? So now I'm staying home, doing nothing," Angel answered.
"Angel," Eve began but then stopped. Yes, he had left. She saw him leave. He didn't feel like Angel felt when she was around him. "You're not Angel," she accused.
"What?" Angel and Gunn said in unison. "You're very good."
"Thank you. You're the one," the vampire went on.
"What the hell is the one?" Gunn asked.
"A very recent discovery by the way. It's a dead vampire. The strongest vampire yet, may I add. He was killed by...Buffy. And now he's a ghost, taking on the ability to shape shift," Eve answered. "Very nice," she added.
"Angel, you can leave, I'm fine here," Connor said, wanting Angel gone.
"No," Angel insisted. "You don't belong here, in a hospital, since when are they ever good?"
"Since they were able to get me the blood I needed?" Connor answered.
"You've got to come home. What if the beast attacks you?" Angel asked, knowing Connor wouldn't have the answer. Connor threw the blankets to a side and stood up. "You're weak," Angel stated. Receiving Connor's glare, Angel stood up beside Connor. "Here, let me help you." Angel caught Connor when his knees gave out then studied him. The two left the room together.
"How'd you meet Angel?" Gunn asked Eve, only half interested.
"Tried to kill him," Eve answered. "If he acted like he does now, it wouldn't have been so easy."
"How did you not kill him? With all that...that stuff you can do with your hands an all," Gunn asked.
"Well, I actually don't know. I'm not good with the working my magic into my fighting thing. It usually all for show. But hey, I'm gettin the hang," Eve answered.
"Eve," a rocky voice breathed. Eve's head snapped in the direction of it. Eve slipped off the couch and to her feet, mesmerized
"Jack," Eve breathed, a notch louder than he had. He was leaning weakly against the door frame. Eve walked over to him. "Weren't you like in England?" She asked. "I dun remember English dudes bein able to go for the kill. With them all bein wussies..."
"Well, apparently they're not all wussies," Jack said defensively. But as he said it, his voice held no strength. Jack pushed himself off of the door and stood up. Blood stained his shirt, his face and his arms. His legs were fine but his shirt had a hole, blood pouring from it. Scraps and scratches filled his face and arms.
"What happened?" Eve asked, helping him down the stairs and to the couch.
"Well, I guess they hate vampires," Jack answered, forcing himself to shrug.
"Wait, hold up, you're a vampire?" Gunn asked, interrupting the two.
"No," Eve answered for Jack. "He's human, although he has seen more vamps than you. English guys hate him because he doesn't hate every vampire, and vampires want to get their hands on him because he befriends a few of my friends. Not all demons are evil, most vampires are though."
Jack grunted out in pain when he tried to shift. "Help me get him upstairs," Eve ordered looking at Gunn. Gunn nodded and rose. Eve followed Gunn and helped Jack to his feet. Together the three made their way up the stairs.
"Always the white boys who be gettin' hurt," Gunn mumbled to himself.
Weird, ain't it? Eve had all those powers while Angelus was just a vampire. Don't you think she could have killed him? Or was her mind and strength somewhere else?
Angel had slipped out when Eve was asleep, she knew that now. She wasn't waiting up for him, she couldn't sleep.
Angel slipped into Connor's hospital room. Connor's head was in face of the window, away from Angel; the boy appeared asleep to Angel.
Connor wasn't asleep. He heard Angel entered. But his head hurt a lot more than it had ever. The pain of his stab wound and his bite marks now came hitting him twice as much.
Connor closed his eyes, wishing it away. Angel crept closer, suspecting that his boy was awake.
"Connor. I'm sorry," Angel breathed. "I should've been here. I'm sorry," he apologized again.
"It's okay," Connor said, slowly turning to face Angel. Never before had Angel witnessed Connor forgiving him.
"You okay?" Gunn asked, coming down the stairs to sit beside Eve.
"Yeah, why would I be?" Eve asked.
"Because you all are going to die," Angel said, coming out of the shadows.
"Didn't you leave?" Eve asked, then looked at the main doors. That was the only entrance Angel could have came through, and he had not came through that one.
"Ah, nah. I didn't feel like it. I got up and decided to go see the boy, but then it's like, the kid already hates me, what's the point? So now I'm staying home, doing nothing," Angel answered.
"Angel," Eve began but then stopped. Yes, he had left. She saw him leave. He didn't feel like Angel felt when she was around him. "You're not Angel," she accused.
"What?" Angel and Gunn said in unison. "You're very good."
"Thank you. You're the one," the vampire went on.
"What the hell is the one?" Gunn asked.
"A very recent discovery by the way. It's a dead vampire. The strongest vampire yet, may I add. He was killed by...Buffy. And now he's a ghost, taking on the ability to shape shift," Eve answered. "Very nice," she added.
"Angel, you can leave, I'm fine here," Connor said, wanting Angel gone.
"No," Angel insisted. "You don't belong here, in a hospital, since when are they ever good?"
"Since they were able to get me the blood I needed?" Connor answered.
"You've got to come home. What if the beast attacks you?" Angel asked, knowing Connor wouldn't have the answer. Connor threw the blankets to a side and stood up. "You're weak," Angel stated. Receiving Connor's glare, Angel stood up beside Connor. "Here, let me help you." Angel caught Connor when his knees gave out then studied him. The two left the room together.
"How'd you meet Angel?" Gunn asked Eve, only half interested.
"Tried to kill him," Eve answered. "If he acted like he does now, it wouldn't have been so easy."
"How did you not kill him? With all that...that stuff you can do with your hands an all," Gunn asked.
"Well, I actually don't know. I'm not good with the working my magic into my fighting thing. It usually all for show. But hey, I'm gettin the hang," Eve answered.
"Eve," a rocky voice breathed. Eve's head snapped in the direction of it. Eve slipped off the couch and to her feet, mesmerized
"Jack," Eve breathed, a notch louder than he had. He was leaning weakly against the door frame. Eve walked over to him. "Weren't you like in England?" She asked. "I dun remember English dudes bein able to go for the kill. With them all bein wussies..."
"Well, apparently they're not all wussies," Jack said defensively. But as he said it, his voice held no strength. Jack pushed himself off of the door and stood up. Blood stained his shirt, his face and his arms. His legs were fine but his shirt had a hole, blood pouring from it. Scraps and scratches filled his face and arms.
"What happened?" Eve asked, helping him down the stairs and to the couch.
"Well, I guess they hate vampires," Jack answered, forcing himself to shrug.
"Wait, hold up, you're a vampire?" Gunn asked, interrupting the two.
"No," Eve answered for Jack. "He's human, although he has seen more vamps than you. English guys hate him because he doesn't hate every vampire, and vampires want to get their hands on him because he befriends a few of my friends. Not all demons are evil, most vampires are though."
Jack grunted out in pain when he tried to shift. "Help me get him upstairs," Eve ordered looking at Gunn. Gunn nodded and rose. Eve followed Gunn and helped Jack to his feet. Together the three made their way up the stairs.
"Always the white boys who be gettin' hurt," Gunn mumbled to himself.