*~*~*
Hollywood Boulevard buzzed with the putrid life of prostitutes and pimps along with beggars and other homeless life littering the golden stars of the great. It was a breading ground for crime. It was also a feeding ground for demons.
She could almost set her watch on a few of them. Most of them were harmless. There were a few that fed on lust, a couple of aura suckers now and then but they were pretty harmless as well. Then of course, there were vampires. She dusted two a night average. Some nights were better than others. Tonight she was prowling.
She was rolling in a black Mustang with dark tinted windows. With the backdrop of the moonlit sky, she roamed the streets like a panther in the jungle. It was only Wednesday and the crowds were thinner. The slim pickings would make it easier to spot her pray.
After only a few minutes of driving, her eyes came to rest on a man approaching a hooker. To the untrained eye he seemed harmless. But she watched the fluidity of his movement and the calculation of each step that he took. He was a vampire. He smiled and nodded as he confirmed prices with the working girl and began to lead her into an ally. The pimp that began to follow was looking like a rare desert.
The Mustang came to a halt at the end of the ally and the driver stepped out. No one bothered to come to her. The leather pants, tight black halter top and long back leather coat gave off an array of control. Even though sunglasses in the dark of night hid her eyes, anyone who her gaze fell upon felt a chill. The heels of her black boots clicked as she made her way into the ally. The vampire had already killed the pimp, snapping his neck. He had let his true face show now, leaning in on the frightened hooker.
"Don't you know eating this late is bad for digestion?" the leather clad woman smiled.
The vampire whipped his head around to her. "Slayer," he hissed.
She laughed at him. "You think you're that lucky?" She put her hands on her hips. "This is the part where you let her run, fight me, and die."
He growled and tossed his meal aside, untouched. "You'll pay."
"For what?"
He stopped and began to ponder. "Uh..." His eyes grew wide and he looked down to the wooded arrow sticking out of his chest.
As the dust settled she packed her mini crossbow into her sleeve and walked back to her car.
*~*~*
Jackal Hunt was a deadbeat bar. Angel had stopped by a couple of times and seen her there. She'd come to town about the same time as Chandra. He'd just taken her for a vampire hunter with good timing.
She walked in announcing her presence with the clicking heels of her boots. Her coat billowed as she slid onto a bar stool and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. She sighed and let her eyes close for a moment, showing briefly her wear.
Angel snagged the stool next to her and smiled. "Mind if I buy that drink for you?"
She chuckled and slipped her sunglasses up to rest in her blonde hair. Her green eyes looked him over. "Sure. Why not?"
For a moment he thought she looked familiar. He passed it off as deja-vu and ordered himself a drink. "I've seen you on here a few times. Pretty thing like you, all alone, it just isn't right." He extended his hand. "I'm Angel."
"Angel?" she shook his hand. "Kind of a feminine name, isn't it?"
"What can I say? I like to get in touch with my feminine side." He stroked her knuckles with his thumb. "And your name?"
"Adriana." She took her hand back to pick up her drink. "Thanks for the drink, but I don't think I'm what you're looking for."
He looked her over. "And what do you think I'm looking for?"
She drank the rest of her drink and motioned for him to follow as she headed out the door. She led him back to an alleyway where he lost her.
"Adriana?" He checked both sides of the ally. "Hey, where'd you go?"
"I think it's best that you leave, Angel." She was at the entrance of the ally watching him with a stake in her hand. "I don't want to have to kill you. I know who you are."
He raised his hands. "I don't want to fight you."
"Then don't. Please just leave." She kept her stance and held on to the stake. "You must go take care of the child."
"You know about the child?" He stepped closer. "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend." She smiled.
"If you're my friend, then you'll tell me what's going on."
She pivoted on her heels and began to walk away. "I didn't say I was yours."
Angel watched as she walked away and heard the words he had first spoke to Buffy ring through his ears.
*~*~*
Cordelia looked up as Angel walked in, his eyes cast downwards as he headed towards his room. He didn't say a word, only shuffled his feet to let people know he was there.
"Hey," she called out.
He stopped and looked up briefly. "Hey." He started to walk away again.
She stepped out from behind the counter. "Whoa. Wait." She reached him and grabbed his shoulder. "What's going on? The last few nights you've just strolled on in and straight to your room more broody then usual."
He looked at her face. "It's fine. Just… slow."
Her face held concern. "Angel, what's wrong? You don't look like it's just a lack of action." She paused and her eyes widened. "Or is it? I mean, a different kind of action."
"Cordelia!" He quickly took a step back. "Just because you're going through Lindsey withdrawals…"
"What?" she gasped. "I am not! And… hey! Don't turn this around. This is about YOU Mister Broody."
"I am not brooding. More than usual."
"Are too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
Faith came down the stairs stretching. "My God you both act like you're two." She headed for the mini fridge but quickly closed it when all she found was blood. "I think I'm gonna head out to get a bite."
Cordelia was still looking at Angel. "Take him. He needs to get some." She quickly added. "Fresh air I mean."
"I do not."
Faith chuckled. "You can tag along if you want, but you'd probably get bored. I'm probably gonna just head to a friend's place."
Angel turned to the slayer. "Friend?"
"Yeah. I met a nice girl while I was patrolling." Waving, she walked out the door.
Cordelia shoved Angel to follow. "Go!"
He grumbled and reluctantly went.
*~*~*
Faith had gotten ahead of Angel by a good block. He kept behind, figuring she must not have known he was there. She was heading back towards an area that he had just come from. The Jackal Hunt bar.
Faith headed in, the bouncer just giving a wave. She'd been there before. Angel followed in and kept to the shadows. She made her way to the bar and grabbed a beer that she downed quickly so she could make her way to the jukebox, popping in a quarter. As the music started, she smiled and was immediately asked to dance. After about twenty minutes Angel saw another familiar face.
Adriana came out from the back and tossed her coat towards the bar before joining Faith on the dance floor. After the song ended the both sat at a table and talked. Angel watched the way they interacted. They would touch hands, smile at each other, and just in general flirt from what he could see. Even with all this he was a bit surprised when Faith leaned over and kissed Adriana before standing and heading out the door. Adriana grabbed her coat and followed. They were heading to a movie. There was nothing unusual about that so Angel went back to the Hyperian.
*~*~*
When Faith got back, the lights were out and everyone was already laid up. She sighed and began to head to up the stairs. Her attention turned when a small light turned on. Angel was sitting in the lobby in the shadows. "Have a nice time?" he asked.
She paused, her face guarded even though she was grinning. "Yeah. Gonna hit the sack now. Ya know, late night and all that."
"Who's Adriana?"
She froze. "What?"
"Adriana? Blonde with all the leather? Stakes vamps in her spare time?"
Faith looked genuinely confused. "Stakes vamps? Angel, what are you talking about?"
He stood slowly. "I was wondering how she knew about Chandra's baby. It didn't make too much sense unless she was being told by the PTB's or she had someone leaking information to her."
"Leaking information? I haven't said anything about the baby to anyone, I swear!" She swallowed. "You followed me? You didn't trust me?"
"Why were you sneaking around then?"
"I wasn't!" she yelled. "I told you flat out that I was going to hang with a friend. I never lied. You're the one who got all anal and decided that I still couldn't be trusted. You're no better than Wesley."
Lindsey stumbled down the stairs. "What's with all the yelling?"
Faith glared at Angel. "Nothing. Everything's five by five. Right boss?" She turned and stormed up to her room.
*~*~*
Gunn whistled as he strolled into the lobby the next morning with a box of doughnuts. Chandra and Lindsey headed straight for them.
Gunn laughed. "Dig in." He looked around. "Faith not up yet?"
Lindsey shook his head and bit into a doughnut. "Her and Angel were yelling last night. She's stayed in her room since."
Gunn grabbed a maple bar and jogged up to her room. He opened the door and frowned. "Faith?"
She was sitting on her bed cross-legged. It was obvious she hadn't slept. "Hey, G." She motioned to the maple bar. "That for me?"
He handed it to her and sat next to her. "Couldn't sleep?"
She shook her head and took a bite. "Insomnia I guess."
"Or the fact you were fighting with Angel?"
She sighed. "He doesn't trust me."
"Of course he does."
"No, he spied on me last night when I went out."
"Where'd you go?"
"Just to a bar to meet up with a friend and hang out. I was taking a break. It was nice." She closed her eyes. "He was waiting here when I got back and started giving me the interrogation routine."
"You told him that, right?"
"Yeah. But the whole ex-murder thing makes him a bit cloudy I guess."
"Like he's one to talk?" Gunn pushed some hair from her face. "Don't sweat it, Faith. Really. Let him work out his shit."
She smiled to him. "Thanks. I guess you're good to have around after all."
He raised an eyebrow. "Just for moral support?"
"Yup. Thanks." She finished off the maple bar and lay back on the bed. "Now I think I can get some sleep."
He leaned down and gently kissed her. "Rest well, you got that? I don't want anything happening to my girl."
She smiled up at him. "Your girl, huh?"
He chuckled. "Well yeah. I mean, we're kind of together, right?"
She chuckled. "You're a great friend, G, but I'm not one for relationships."
His face dropped. "Oh. My bad." He stood and cleared his throat. "Get some sleep."
She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hey. I'm not saying that maybe later… But right now, there's just too much going on. And being a slayer makes that all complicated."
He nodded. "Get some sleep, Faith."
*~*~*
Giles groaned and reached over to stop the ringing beside his bed. It was the phone. "Hello?" he answered slowly.
"Giles? It's Angel."
He groaned and rubbed his temple. "What is it?"
"Is Olivia there?"
"Yes." Giles took the phone and tapped Olivia's shoulder with it. "Phone for you."
She grumbled and put the receiver to her ear. "This better be bloody important."
"Chandra's carrying one of the Powers That Be."
Olivia shot straight up. "My God, is she alright?"
"She's fine. But I think there might be trouble. Have you heard of anyone named Adriana?"
"Adriana? No. I haven't. Why?"
"Why don't you come by for a while? Take a vacation to LA?"
"Is that a hint?" She sighed and hung up the phone. "Damn it all."
Giles rubbed her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"We have to go to LA. Chandra's child might be in danger."
He nodded. "Of course. We can leave right away."
*~*~*
Chandra folded down the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, looking to Lindsey. "Tell me what you're thinking."
He looked to her and grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I was thinking about different sheets. Maybe some color to the room to brighten you up." He sat next to her. "And what are you thinking?"
She looked to her belly and rubbed it. "I'm wondering about names again. I've given up on Angel helping me out with them."
He brushed some hair from her face. "Hey, don't go stressing about the big fang with a brooding complex. I'm still here for you."
"I know. But I... I need more than a friend right now. I'm sorry. But I just need... comfort." She looked up to him. "Like the whole lover kind."
He swallowed. "Oh."
She shifted. "We've known each other for a long time, CJ. I'm not going to be jumping your bones because I'm a little restless." She smiled. "I wouldn't want to ruin what we have."
He smiled. "I love you, Vegas. You're like my little sister." He hugged her. "Get some rest, kay?" He stood and helped her into bed, tucking her in.
She took his hand. "What would you think about naming the baby Lindsey?"
"What?" Angel stepped in the room. "You want to name our child what?"
Lindsey stepped forward. "Angel, back off."
"I will not. This is too much. I'm letting him stay here but I will NOT let my child be named after this son of a bitch."
The covers flew off the bed as Chandra leapt up and decked him. "Don't you EVER refer to him as that again, do you hear me?"
Angel looked to her in shock from the floor. "That's my baby too you know!"
"Yeah, we all know how you feel about the fucking baby. The mistake. The bastard creature in the stomach of a slayer you don't even care about!"
Lindsey looked from one to the other and slowly started his retreat. "I'm going to give you guys a minute."
Angel picked himself up off the floor, his look softening. "Chandra, I do care about you."
"No you don't. You're still hanging on to Buffy. But she's dead. She's gone and you won't let her go." She stormed over to her closet and grabbed a bag, shoving clothing in.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you your space to brood over her." She zipped the bag shut. "I'm leaving."
"No you're not. It's not safe out there."
"I'm a slayer. I can handle it." She slipped the bag onto her shoulder. "I'll be back when the baby's ready to be born."
He stood in her way. "No."
She scowled and grabbed her cross necklace, holding it in front of her, forcing Angel to step aside. "Yes." She jogged down the stairs and brushed past the questioning faces that looked at her. Angel followed on her heals until she hit the sunlight and bolted, disappearing.
Lindsey came out from his room and looked around. "What's going on? Where's Chandra?"
Angel was still staring after her. "She's gone."
Hollywood Boulevard buzzed with the putrid life of prostitutes and pimps along with beggars and other homeless life littering the golden stars of the great. It was a breading ground for crime. It was also a feeding ground for demons.
She could almost set her watch on a few of them. Most of them were harmless. There were a few that fed on lust, a couple of aura suckers now and then but they were pretty harmless as well. Then of course, there were vampires. She dusted two a night average. Some nights were better than others. Tonight she was prowling.
She was rolling in a black Mustang with dark tinted windows. With the backdrop of the moonlit sky, she roamed the streets like a panther in the jungle. It was only Wednesday and the crowds were thinner. The slim pickings would make it easier to spot her pray.
After only a few minutes of driving, her eyes came to rest on a man approaching a hooker. To the untrained eye he seemed harmless. But she watched the fluidity of his movement and the calculation of each step that he took. He was a vampire. He smiled and nodded as he confirmed prices with the working girl and began to lead her into an ally. The pimp that began to follow was looking like a rare desert.
The Mustang came to a halt at the end of the ally and the driver stepped out. No one bothered to come to her. The leather pants, tight black halter top and long back leather coat gave off an array of control. Even though sunglasses in the dark of night hid her eyes, anyone who her gaze fell upon felt a chill. The heels of her black boots clicked as she made her way into the ally. The vampire had already killed the pimp, snapping his neck. He had let his true face show now, leaning in on the frightened hooker.
"Don't you know eating this late is bad for digestion?" the leather clad woman smiled.
The vampire whipped his head around to her. "Slayer," he hissed.
She laughed at him. "You think you're that lucky?" She put her hands on her hips. "This is the part where you let her run, fight me, and die."
He growled and tossed his meal aside, untouched. "You'll pay."
"For what?"
He stopped and began to ponder. "Uh..." His eyes grew wide and he looked down to the wooded arrow sticking out of his chest.
As the dust settled she packed her mini crossbow into her sleeve and walked back to her car.
*~*~*
Jackal Hunt was a deadbeat bar. Angel had stopped by a couple of times and seen her there. She'd come to town about the same time as Chandra. He'd just taken her for a vampire hunter with good timing.
She walked in announcing her presence with the clicking heels of her boots. Her coat billowed as she slid onto a bar stool and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. She sighed and let her eyes close for a moment, showing briefly her wear.
Angel snagged the stool next to her and smiled. "Mind if I buy that drink for you?"
She chuckled and slipped her sunglasses up to rest in her blonde hair. Her green eyes looked him over. "Sure. Why not?"
For a moment he thought she looked familiar. He passed it off as deja-vu and ordered himself a drink. "I've seen you on here a few times. Pretty thing like you, all alone, it just isn't right." He extended his hand. "I'm Angel."
"Angel?" she shook his hand. "Kind of a feminine name, isn't it?"
"What can I say? I like to get in touch with my feminine side." He stroked her knuckles with his thumb. "And your name?"
"Adriana." She took her hand back to pick up her drink. "Thanks for the drink, but I don't think I'm what you're looking for."
He looked her over. "And what do you think I'm looking for?"
She drank the rest of her drink and motioned for him to follow as she headed out the door. She led him back to an alleyway where he lost her.
"Adriana?" He checked both sides of the ally. "Hey, where'd you go?"
"I think it's best that you leave, Angel." She was at the entrance of the ally watching him with a stake in her hand. "I don't want to have to kill you. I know who you are."
He raised his hands. "I don't want to fight you."
"Then don't. Please just leave." She kept her stance and held on to the stake. "You must go take care of the child."
"You know about the child?" He stepped closer. "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend." She smiled.
"If you're my friend, then you'll tell me what's going on."
She pivoted on her heels and began to walk away. "I didn't say I was yours."
Angel watched as she walked away and heard the words he had first spoke to Buffy ring through his ears.
*~*~*
Cordelia looked up as Angel walked in, his eyes cast downwards as he headed towards his room. He didn't say a word, only shuffled his feet to let people know he was there.
"Hey," she called out.
He stopped and looked up briefly. "Hey." He started to walk away again.
She stepped out from behind the counter. "Whoa. Wait." She reached him and grabbed his shoulder. "What's going on? The last few nights you've just strolled on in and straight to your room more broody then usual."
He looked at her face. "It's fine. Just… slow."
Her face held concern. "Angel, what's wrong? You don't look like it's just a lack of action." She paused and her eyes widened. "Or is it? I mean, a different kind of action."
"Cordelia!" He quickly took a step back. "Just because you're going through Lindsey withdrawals…"
"What?" she gasped. "I am not! And… hey! Don't turn this around. This is about YOU Mister Broody."
"I am not brooding. More than usual."
"Are too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
Faith came down the stairs stretching. "My God you both act like you're two." She headed for the mini fridge but quickly closed it when all she found was blood. "I think I'm gonna head out to get a bite."
Cordelia was still looking at Angel. "Take him. He needs to get some." She quickly added. "Fresh air I mean."
"I do not."
Faith chuckled. "You can tag along if you want, but you'd probably get bored. I'm probably gonna just head to a friend's place."
Angel turned to the slayer. "Friend?"
"Yeah. I met a nice girl while I was patrolling." Waving, she walked out the door.
Cordelia shoved Angel to follow. "Go!"
He grumbled and reluctantly went.
*~*~*
Faith had gotten ahead of Angel by a good block. He kept behind, figuring she must not have known he was there. She was heading back towards an area that he had just come from. The Jackal Hunt bar.
Faith headed in, the bouncer just giving a wave. She'd been there before. Angel followed in and kept to the shadows. She made her way to the bar and grabbed a beer that she downed quickly so she could make her way to the jukebox, popping in a quarter. As the music started, she smiled and was immediately asked to dance. After about twenty minutes Angel saw another familiar face.
Adriana came out from the back and tossed her coat towards the bar before joining Faith on the dance floor. After the song ended the both sat at a table and talked. Angel watched the way they interacted. They would touch hands, smile at each other, and just in general flirt from what he could see. Even with all this he was a bit surprised when Faith leaned over and kissed Adriana before standing and heading out the door. Adriana grabbed her coat and followed. They were heading to a movie. There was nothing unusual about that so Angel went back to the Hyperian.
*~*~*
When Faith got back, the lights were out and everyone was already laid up. She sighed and began to head to up the stairs. Her attention turned when a small light turned on. Angel was sitting in the lobby in the shadows. "Have a nice time?" he asked.
She paused, her face guarded even though she was grinning. "Yeah. Gonna hit the sack now. Ya know, late night and all that."
"Who's Adriana?"
She froze. "What?"
"Adriana? Blonde with all the leather? Stakes vamps in her spare time?"
Faith looked genuinely confused. "Stakes vamps? Angel, what are you talking about?"
He stood slowly. "I was wondering how she knew about Chandra's baby. It didn't make too much sense unless she was being told by the PTB's or she had someone leaking information to her."
"Leaking information? I haven't said anything about the baby to anyone, I swear!" She swallowed. "You followed me? You didn't trust me?"
"Why were you sneaking around then?"
"I wasn't!" she yelled. "I told you flat out that I was going to hang with a friend. I never lied. You're the one who got all anal and decided that I still couldn't be trusted. You're no better than Wesley."
Lindsey stumbled down the stairs. "What's with all the yelling?"
Faith glared at Angel. "Nothing. Everything's five by five. Right boss?" She turned and stormed up to her room.
*~*~*
Gunn whistled as he strolled into the lobby the next morning with a box of doughnuts. Chandra and Lindsey headed straight for them.
Gunn laughed. "Dig in." He looked around. "Faith not up yet?"
Lindsey shook his head and bit into a doughnut. "Her and Angel were yelling last night. She's stayed in her room since."
Gunn grabbed a maple bar and jogged up to her room. He opened the door and frowned. "Faith?"
She was sitting on her bed cross-legged. It was obvious she hadn't slept. "Hey, G." She motioned to the maple bar. "That for me?"
He handed it to her and sat next to her. "Couldn't sleep?"
She shook her head and took a bite. "Insomnia I guess."
"Or the fact you were fighting with Angel?"
She sighed. "He doesn't trust me."
"Of course he does."
"No, he spied on me last night when I went out."
"Where'd you go?"
"Just to a bar to meet up with a friend and hang out. I was taking a break. It was nice." She closed her eyes. "He was waiting here when I got back and started giving me the interrogation routine."
"You told him that, right?"
"Yeah. But the whole ex-murder thing makes him a bit cloudy I guess."
"Like he's one to talk?" Gunn pushed some hair from her face. "Don't sweat it, Faith. Really. Let him work out his shit."
She smiled to him. "Thanks. I guess you're good to have around after all."
He raised an eyebrow. "Just for moral support?"
"Yup. Thanks." She finished off the maple bar and lay back on the bed. "Now I think I can get some sleep."
He leaned down and gently kissed her. "Rest well, you got that? I don't want anything happening to my girl."
She smiled up at him. "Your girl, huh?"
He chuckled. "Well yeah. I mean, we're kind of together, right?"
She chuckled. "You're a great friend, G, but I'm not one for relationships."
His face dropped. "Oh. My bad." He stood and cleared his throat. "Get some sleep."
She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hey. I'm not saying that maybe later… But right now, there's just too much going on. And being a slayer makes that all complicated."
He nodded. "Get some sleep, Faith."
*~*~*
Giles groaned and reached over to stop the ringing beside his bed. It was the phone. "Hello?" he answered slowly.
"Giles? It's Angel."
He groaned and rubbed his temple. "What is it?"
"Is Olivia there?"
"Yes." Giles took the phone and tapped Olivia's shoulder with it. "Phone for you."
She grumbled and put the receiver to her ear. "This better be bloody important."
"Chandra's carrying one of the Powers That Be."
Olivia shot straight up. "My God, is she alright?"
"She's fine. But I think there might be trouble. Have you heard of anyone named Adriana?"
"Adriana? No. I haven't. Why?"
"Why don't you come by for a while? Take a vacation to LA?"
"Is that a hint?" She sighed and hung up the phone. "Damn it all."
Giles rubbed her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"We have to go to LA. Chandra's child might be in danger."
He nodded. "Of course. We can leave right away."
*~*~*
Chandra folded down the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, looking to Lindsey. "Tell me what you're thinking."
He looked to her and grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I was thinking about different sheets. Maybe some color to the room to brighten you up." He sat next to her. "And what are you thinking?"
She looked to her belly and rubbed it. "I'm wondering about names again. I've given up on Angel helping me out with them."
He brushed some hair from her face. "Hey, don't go stressing about the big fang with a brooding complex. I'm still here for you."
"I know. But I... I need more than a friend right now. I'm sorry. But I just need... comfort." She looked up to him. "Like the whole lover kind."
He swallowed. "Oh."
She shifted. "We've known each other for a long time, CJ. I'm not going to be jumping your bones because I'm a little restless." She smiled. "I wouldn't want to ruin what we have."
He smiled. "I love you, Vegas. You're like my little sister." He hugged her. "Get some rest, kay?" He stood and helped her into bed, tucking her in.
She took his hand. "What would you think about naming the baby Lindsey?"
"What?" Angel stepped in the room. "You want to name our child what?"
Lindsey stepped forward. "Angel, back off."
"I will not. This is too much. I'm letting him stay here but I will NOT let my child be named after this son of a bitch."
The covers flew off the bed as Chandra leapt up and decked him. "Don't you EVER refer to him as that again, do you hear me?"
Angel looked to her in shock from the floor. "That's my baby too you know!"
"Yeah, we all know how you feel about the fucking baby. The mistake. The bastard creature in the stomach of a slayer you don't even care about!"
Lindsey looked from one to the other and slowly started his retreat. "I'm going to give you guys a minute."
Angel picked himself up off the floor, his look softening. "Chandra, I do care about you."
"No you don't. You're still hanging on to Buffy. But she's dead. She's gone and you won't let her go." She stormed over to her closet and grabbed a bag, shoving clothing in.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you your space to brood over her." She zipped the bag shut. "I'm leaving."
"No you're not. It's not safe out there."
"I'm a slayer. I can handle it." She slipped the bag onto her shoulder. "I'll be back when the baby's ready to be born."
He stood in her way. "No."
She scowled and grabbed her cross necklace, holding it in front of her, forcing Angel to step aside. "Yes." She jogged down the stairs and brushed past the questioning faces that looked at her. Angel followed on her heals until she hit the sunlight and bolted, disappearing.
Lindsey came out from his room and looked around. "What's going on? Where's Chandra?"
Angel was still staring after her. "She's gone."