Wow! So many reviews now, thank you all very much. Glad you like it.
I've been trying to put these chapters up for days now. I FINALLY got the stupid document manager to accept them. More will come shortly if the dumb thing doesn't die again.
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Buffy wandered aimlessly for a while, pondering what she had seen. Angel was a Vampire. Doyle's Gorgeous, sweet, kind, sexy friend and colleague was her enemy. Well, technically anyway. But how could he be her enemy? If she hadn't seen his face when he morphed she would never have guessed that he was a vampire, therefore he could not be a regular kind of vampire. Could he?
Every other vampire she had encountered in the past had made her feel at least mildly twitchy; Angel just made her feel warm and gooey. Particularly now as she was gaining greater power as a slayer a vampire coming within a yard or two of her was like having an unpleasant cold chill go right through her, she had been really close to Angel, even used him as a pillow all night and felt nothing of the sort.
Perhaps she should give him a chance to show that he wasn't like his brethren, after all if her brother got back and discovered she'd staked his friend purely on the grounds of his breed she couldn't imagine it being a happy reunion.
Perhaps Giles would know something about Vampire's being un-evil, besides she still had to call him about the book Wes had been clutching, so she could simply ask about abnormal vamp behaviour and see what pearls of wisdom he would find to spout, she glanced at her watch, with a bit of luck he would still be up cataloguing or browsing or drinking tea. She speeded her pace; if she got back soon he probably wouldn't mind being called and pestered for information.
Angel, Cordelia and Wesley were gathered in the foyer of the Hyperion when Buffy got back, she scowled through the door at them. Ideally she didn't want to face any of them until she figured out what was going on with Angel. She glanced down at herself, particularly not dressed the way she was, it screamed predator as many of her slaying outfits did and she didn't even know how much Angel had seen of his mystery assistant.
With a shrug she pushed the door open as softly as she could, nobody looked around. Sneaking could be a plan. She had got down the steps noiselessly and was halfway to the stairs when Wesley gasped.
Buffy spun on her heels and summoned up a slightly mocking look for the trio, "Couldn't sleep so I just popped out for a walk. Goodnight all." She spun on her heel and glided to the stairs, with a few swift noiseless bounds she was at the top in the blink of an eye.
Silence reigned for a moment before Wesley spoke disbelievingly, "Was that Buffy?"
Angel took a moment to close his mouth, what was with that girl? By day she was a cute, naïve looking schoolgirl, by night she strutted around looking as if she owned the world.
"I thought she went to bed hours ago," Wesley added faintly.
"That was Doyle's little sis?" Cordelia added incredulously with heavy emphasis on the 'little'.
Wesley grimaced, "The one and only."
"Forget Buffy," Angel instructed impatiently, wishing he could.
"But how did she get so far into the room without us even noticing? Particularly you Angel; Wes only noticed because he was the one facing her and must've caught a flicker of motion."
"Yeah," agreed Angel, "That was kinda weird."
Wesley finally shook off his daze, "Doyle first people, then we'll worry about his sister. Perhaps when we get him back he can sort her out."
"Doyle? Sort that out?" Cordelia jerked her head towards the stairs as she headed back into the library to help Fred and Gunn with the weapons, "Doyle could barely sort out a kid still in diapers, let alone that! But yeah, lets get my boyfriend back. On with the plan."
I've been trying to put these chapters up for days now. I FINALLY got the stupid document manager to accept them. More will come shortly if the dumb thing doesn't die again.
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Buffy wandered aimlessly for a while, pondering what she had seen. Angel was a Vampire. Doyle's Gorgeous, sweet, kind, sexy friend and colleague was her enemy. Well, technically anyway. But how could he be her enemy? If she hadn't seen his face when he morphed she would never have guessed that he was a vampire, therefore he could not be a regular kind of vampire. Could he?
Every other vampire she had encountered in the past had made her feel at least mildly twitchy; Angel just made her feel warm and gooey. Particularly now as she was gaining greater power as a slayer a vampire coming within a yard or two of her was like having an unpleasant cold chill go right through her, she had been really close to Angel, even used him as a pillow all night and felt nothing of the sort.
Perhaps she should give him a chance to show that he wasn't like his brethren, after all if her brother got back and discovered she'd staked his friend purely on the grounds of his breed she couldn't imagine it being a happy reunion.
Perhaps Giles would know something about Vampire's being un-evil, besides she still had to call him about the book Wes had been clutching, so she could simply ask about abnormal vamp behaviour and see what pearls of wisdom he would find to spout, she glanced at her watch, with a bit of luck he would still be up cataloguing or browsing or drinking tea. She speeded her pace; if she got back soon he probably wouldn't mind being called and pestered for information.
Angel, Cordelia and Wesley were gathered in the foyer of the Hyperion when Buffy got back, she scowled through the door at them. Ideally she didn't want to face any of them until she figured out what was going on with Angel. She glanced down at herself, particularly not dressed the way she was, it screamed predator as many of her slaying outfits did and she didn't even know how much Angel had seen of his mystery assistant.
With a shrug she pushed the door open as softly as she could, nobody looked around. Sneaking could be a plan. She had got down the steps noiselessly and was halfway to the stairs when Wesley gasped.
Buffy spun on her heels and summoned up a slightly mocking look for the trio, "Couldn't sleep so I just popped out for a walk. Goodnight all." She spun on her heel and glided to the stairs, with a few swift noiseless bounds she was at the top in the blink of an eye.
Silence reigned for a moment before Wesley spoke disbelievingly, "Was that Buffy?"
Angel took a moment to close his mouth, what was with that girl? By day she was a cute, naïve looking schoolgirl, by night she strutted around looking as if she owned the world.
"I thought she went to bed hours ago," Wesley added faintly.
"That was Doyle's little sis?" Cordelia added incredulously with heavy emphasis on the 'little'.
Wesley grimaced, "The one and only."
"Forget Buffy," Angel instructed impatiently, wishing he could.
"But how did she get so far into the room without us even noticing? Particularly you Angel; Wes only noticed because he was the one facing her and must've caught a flicker of motion."
"Yeah," agreed Angel, "That was kinda weird."
Wesley finally shook off his daze, "Doyle first people, then we'll worry about his sister. Perhaps when we get him back he can sort her out."
"Doyle? Sort that out?" Cordelia jerked her head towards the stairs as she headed back into the library to help Fred and Gunn with the weapons, "Doyle could barely sort out a kid still in diapers, let alone that! But yeah, lets get my boyfriend back. On with the plan."
