Lindsey drained the last of his coffee, signaling the end of his
story, and Faith whistled. The diner was empty except for them and the
counter girl, who looked about 16 and was busy cleaning beneath her
fingernails with a metal file.
"Boy, you're fucked," Faith said quietly.
Lindsey had told her all about the Oglar demon -- an ambassador of the Senior Partners sent to kill him and anyone else the Partners wanted dead. This one had also been sent to retrieve an ancient scroll that Lindsey had lifted before his hasty retreat from LA. It contained a prophesy that spoke of the coming-of-age of the Destroyer, son of the vampire with a soul. He'd held onto it because it gave him some leverage over Wolfram & Hart -- and Angel, should the vampire ever come after him.
"So, has Angel's little boy been behaving himself?" Lindsey asked.
"Not exactly. He and Darla created quite the hellspawn."
Lindsey's eyebrows rose a notch. At another time he would have been crazed at the thought of Angel and Darla producing offspring, but now he found it hard to care. It was merely a curiosity.
"We have to bring the scroll to Angel," Faith said.
Lindsey snorted. "Not a chance in hell." He stood, and Faith followed.
"I could kill you and take the scroll," she warned dangerously.
"Like you could even find it. Did you think I kept it in my trunk in a case marked 'Ancient Prophesies'?"
Faith frowned. He had a point.
"Then do it because it's the right thing to do," she urged. What the hell was she doing by appealing to this bastard's sense of morality? She should tie him down and beat the information out of him.
"You're forgetting that I'm not one of the good guys," he reminded her. He turned to leave, and Faith's desperation kicked in hard.
"Lindsey, please."
He paused. Something about that simple plea made him stop in his tracks. The depth of it was jarring, especially coming from the person in this world least likely to ever beg him for anything. He sighed, his back still turned to her.
"Fine," he said sharply. "We'll bring the scroll to Angel. Let's go." He walked out the door, and Faith trailed after him, but an annoyed voice stopped her before she could reach the door.
"Hey, someone gonna pay for that coffee?" asked a plaintive voice from the counter. Lindsey was already gone, so Faith reached into her pocket and dropped a five-dollar bill on the table.
"Keep the change," she told the girl, and jogged to catch up with Lindsey.
-- More to come.
"Boy, you're fucked," Faith said quietly.
Lindsey had told her all about the Oglar demon -- an ambassador of the Senior Partners sent to kill him and anyone else the Partners wanted dead. This one had also been sent to retrieve an ancient scroll that Lindsey had lifted before his hasty retreat from LA. It contained a prophesy that spoke of the coming-of-age of the Destroyer, son of the vampire with a soul. He'd held onto it because it gave him some leverage over Wolfram & Hart -- and Angel, should the vampire ever come after him.
"So, has Angel's little boy been behaving himself?" Lindsey asked.
"Not exactly. He and Darla created quite the hellspawn."
Lindsey's eyebrows rose a notch. At another time he would have been crazed at the thought of Angel and Darla producing offspring, but now he found it hard to care. It was merely a curiosity.
"We have to bring the scroll to Angel," Faith said.
Lindsey snorted. "Not a chance in hell." He stood, and Faith followed.
"I could kill you and take the scroll," she warned dangerously.
"Like you could even find it. Did you think I kept it in my trunk in a case marked 'Ancient Prophesies'?"
Faith frowned. He had a point.
"Then do it because it's the right thing to do," she urged. What the hell was she doing by appealing to this bastard's sense of morality? She should tie him down and beat the information out of him.
"You're forgetting that I'm not one of the good guys," he reminded her. He turned to leave, and Faith's desperation kicked in hard.
"Lindsey, please."
He paused. Something about that simple plea made him stop in his tracks. The depth of it was jarring, especially coming from the person in this world least likely to ever beg him for anything. He sighed, his back still turned to her.
"Fine," he said sharply. "We'll bring the scroll to Angel. Let's go." He walked out the door, and Faith trailed after him, but an annoyed voice stopped her before she could reach the door.
"Hey, someone gonna pay for that coffee?" asked a plaintive voice from the counter. Lindsey was already gone, so Faith reached into her pocket and dropped a five-dollar bill on the table.
"Keep the change," she told the girl, and jogged to catch up with Lindsey.
-- More to come.