A/N: So here is Dylan's POV, not really something new, I hope you still like it.
Chapter 13 Failing to understand
Dylan was upset as he came back into the room, where he had abandoned her. He might have rescued her, but to drug and lock her in without so much as an explanation was not acceptable. The angel told herself not to let her silly unreasonable feelings interfere, in case he dared to waltz in here like abducting her was the most reasonable thing to do. "Damn it, what do you think you are doing?", she asked him upset taxing him with his eyes.
The red head did not realised how feverishly she made fists. She became a little calmer as she saw him looking down. So he knew it was wrong to hold her. How else could one interpret it? She saw him drawing out a notepad covered with leather, that had little sheets with blue lines on them. He began writing across them and showed her the first page. He thought he was protecting her, by bringing her here? She did not wanted to believe that.
"In my vocabulary I call it kidnapping!", she told him firmly. The sad look on his face made it so hard to keep this up, but if she started to become soft now, she knew how things would go on. Maybe that would not be so bad. Alone the fact that she was so eager to believe in his resurrection, that she wanted him so badly and that she seemed to find prove in almost anything he did, made her go through with it.
She kept the angry look on her face and as she read his note, that became much easier. He admitted so easily that he was doing this on orders. The red head could not believe it. What was he playing? Maybe Nat and Alex had been right and he was just a distraction. His actions made no sense, one moment he seemed to care about her, the next he seemed so cold and distant. What he had written down also proved what she had been suspected.
"So you just, holding me here until you killed that poor woman?" she asked, but it was more like a statement. Still seeing him nodding she felt disappointed. Who was he? From what she knew about him she should stay away, consider him to be nothing but an enemy, yet she was constantly looking for any signs of affection towards her. 'That's so crazy', she said, if that was indeed a trick, it was the meanest ever played on her.
She read what he hold out to her. It seemed he had made a clear decision, it should made her glad that he was concerned for her life, but experiencing how willingly he sacrificed others, she could not feel positive about it. What if that was part of the game? She had not even thought about fighting him for her freedom, she just stood there, waiting for him to give the answers she wanted to badly. It was that desperate look on his face that stopped all her negative thoughts.
If it was not him, if he did not cared about her, he would not have saved her from Seamus' grab. Especially when ordered to stop her from interfering. Anthony was not evil, he just had spent to much time alone in his dark world. At least that was what Dylan liked to believe. She wanted to believe that she could show him that it was wrong to take lives, no matter what reasons. The angel did not want to lose him again, she wanted him to stay, she need to resolve things.
"Anthony", she said softly. The red head watched him turning and coming back to her. "I guess I should thank you - for saving my life … again", she looked straight at him. She owed him her live twice, so this was already overdue. He had not expected this, he appeared to be relieved and yet tense. Anxiously she watched him writing and took the notepad as he finished. He was so close to her. With her heart beating feverishly she read. The message seemed to prove that he cared about her, like she hoped.
Her lips formed a smile, if this was really true, she might make things work. "I'm glad you did, I …", she did not know what to say and instead closed her eyes, hoping he was going to kiss her again. Dylan knew he was going to, as she felt being pulled close to him. She suddenly felt very comfortable and save, which appeared to be very strange. Remembering that he had accepted to stop her from interfering and that he had not problem killing her client.
Then just before their lips were meeting, Dylan's eyes popped open and she pushed him away. The thought that had crushed her mind earlier had reappeared. Was he likely to be ordered just to go after her? If somebody knew the agency was on Curshner's side, that somebody would go for all of them. It did not left much room to think who besides Seamus, had a reason to attack Alex.
Also he might have feelings for her, he was so cold about everything else. If he was able to kill to go after the doctor, did that prove not that he was able to go for her friends as well? She recalled his last message: I feared you were assuming, that O'Grady might be behind it, I simply had to follow.
He knew it was not Seamus and there was only possible explanation: He had driven the car over her friend. She stared at him feeling so betrayed and angry. "You did it", she told him. The hate in her was even stronger than when believing Seamus to be the guilty one. From him she had not expected any better, but from Anthony, that was painful beyond anything else she ever endured.
She saw him shaking his head, looking like he had been the one that was hurt. He went back to the door, but she was only starting to let her wrath out. "Don't try to deny it - you wrote it down yourself." She pointed the notepad at him, but he only went away further. There was one thing that made her hate him at this moment even more: "How could you even thinking about kissing me?"
This time she would not just stand there, as he was fleeing the room she hurried to the door. "Don't dare to lock me in here!" she yelled, but it did not stop him from pulling the key and opening the door. He closed it so quickly she had to push the handle down to open it. After less than an inch, Dylan felt him closing it again. She put a foot against the wall and pulled with all her might, but without success. He turned the key.
Having difficulties to breath, she let herself fall down on her back, panting and realising that it was not just the physical effort, but the tears wetting her cheeks. Her nose was closed and she sniffled more with each attempt to breath through it. Her throat felt like she had a lump in it. She fought it, but only more tears and violent sobs were coming out of her. Realising how useless it was she finally gave in.
The angel could not tell how long she spent on the floor, dwelling in her pain, before she had calmed down enough to get up. Her body ached, especially her throat and face. She rubbed the back of her hand over her still wet cheeks. It seemed her make-up was not as waterproof as advertised, black smears were on her hand. She searched her pocket for a handkerchief, but the only thing she found was the clip with spare ammunition in her rear pocket.
Dylan pulled it out. It was another prove how stupid she was. Especially as she realised that it was some sort of key fob. She twisted it and threw it with a loud, angry groan against the wall. On the one hand she felt like tearing the whole room apart, on the other hand she felt tired, powerless. She needed her friends, but how could they possible find her? Alex could be dead or at best in intensive care. Natalie probably did not know what to do first. She must be dreadfully worried.
The red head knew it was all her fault, she always acted to fast. It was so bizarre. She had wanted to kill Seamus for what she thought he did to Alex and now that she knew it was Anthony, she felt different about it. She was mad at him, but nothing in her wanted to take revenge on him. She shook her head in disbelief. The feeling of betrayal was strong, she was so disappointed, but that was all. Her mind was already looking for excuses on his behalf. She finally began to understood Mina in the Coppola version of Dracula, when she banged her fist on the count's chest after he told who he was and she realised that she still loved him also he killed her best friend. Seeing it she had thought it to be simply absurd and crazy.
Maybe the reason she always ended up falling in love with earth greatest psychopaths was that she belonged to a mental institute herself. She had wanted this kiss also she knew he intended killing Dr. Crushner, that he killed a helpless man and even this not for the first time. How sick was that? How was she to explain this to Charlie, Nat or Alex? They would be so disappointed in her. Could she dare to tell anyone what was going on inside her, when she thought about him?
The angel was not able to understand it herself, how could she explain it to others. They anyway only tell her that he was dead and someone was trying to drive her crazy. Maybe they were right. Believing in people raising from the dead was sure a sign of losing one's marbles. "Oh Alex - I need you!", she said and a few more tears escaped her eyes. The cool rational Asian angel would be able to calm her down and sort things with her out. Dylan wished she could deal with emotional problems like her, just going on a time-out, keeping her hands easily from the object of her desire.
Madison had been right with what she said about her. She always had to prove how tuff and independent she was and could not make it one day on her own. Natalie and Alex could take care of themselves, but she seemed to have lost that ability. After her mother's death it was her against everyone in her room against all the caretakers and teachers. Thinking about it, even then she had always ended up in trouble, but at least she had managed.
Angels are like diamonds, they have to be found not made, maybe that was right, but she was the last one too join the Agency. Nat and Alex were already working for Charlie, when he introduced her. That had been fun, to meet the two of them, after going through that ordeal with Seamus. It was the first time she really meet girls she felt connected to. Especially with Alex, who had such a rich background. Before that she simply hated rich people, scratching their cars, throwing stones in their swimming poles and windows. Helen Zaas really had not really been such a great person. And of course there was no way not to get along with Natalie.
She owed so much to them and still she already turned her back on them twice. She even had kept them in dark about the medallion and her feelings all these month. The angel thought it was because she did not want them to be worried about her, but maybe just because she feared they would not understand. Then again Dylan did not even understood herself.
Why was it so hard for her to talk about her feelings or even think about them? She had spend so much time dwelling over loosing the Thin Man, thinking about him, wearing his medallion and not once she had admitted to herself the reason behind her behaviour. It was so obvious - she loved him. Was it so hard to accept because she did not knew why? Because for a change he did not appeared to be sweet at first and psychotic later?
It was not quite the other way round either. There was nothing sweet about him being an assassin, driving a car over one of her friends. It did not seem to figure at all. That seemed so brutal and vicious. The angel still did not believed him to be like this. It was like he just did not understand why killing was so bad and if she made him understand, everything would be alright. As long as she was trapped here, there was nothing she could do.
She wished she had paid more attention to the Tai-chi lessons, that way she would have something to do now. Pacing up and down, she eventually picked up the water bottle and took a sip now and then. It was terrible to have to wait that long for something to happen. How dreadful their old Bosley must have felt, being locked in that cell The bottle was almost empty as after a couple of hours the door opened again.
Chapter 13 Failing to understand
Dylan was upset as he came back into the room, where he had abandoned her. He might have rescued her, but to drug and lock her in without so much as an explanation was not acceptable. The angel told herself not to let her silly unreasonable feelings interfere, in case he dared to waltz in here like abducting her was the most reasonable thing to do. "Damn it, what do you think you are doing?", she asked him upset taxing him with his eyes.
The red head did not realised how feverishly she made fists. She became a little calmer as she saw him looking down. So he knew it was wrong to hold her. How else could one interpret it? She saw him drawing out a notepad covered with leather, that had little sheets with blue lines on them. He began writing across them and showed her the first page. He thought he was protecting her, by bringing her here? She did not wanted to believe that.
"In my vocabulary I call it kidnapping!", she told him firmly. The sad look on his face made it so hard to keep this up, but if she started to become soft now, she knew how things would go on. Maybe that would not be so bad. Alone the fact that she was so eager to believe in his resurrection, that she wanted him so badly and that she seemed to find prove in almost anything he did, made her go through with it.
She kept the angry look on her face and as she read his note, that became much easier. He admitted so easily that he was doing this on orders. The red head could not believe it. What was he playing? Maybe Nat and Alex had been right and he was just a distraction. His actions made no sense, one moment he seemed to care about her, the next he seemed so cold and distant. What he had written down also proved what she had been suspected.
"So you just, holding me here until you killed that poor woman?" she asked, but it was more like a statement. Still seeing him nodding she felt disappointed. Who was he? From what she knew about him she should stay away, consider him to be nothing but an enemy, yet she was constantly looking for any signs of affection towards her. 'That's so crazy', she said, if that was indeed a trick, it was the meanest ever played on her.
She read what he hold out to her. It seemed he had made a clear decision, it should made her glad that he was concerned for her life, but experiencing how willingly he sacrificed others, she could not feel positive about it. What if that was part of the game? She had not even thought about fighting him for her freedom, she just stood there, waiting for him to give the answers she wanted to badly. It was that desperate look on his face that stopped all her negative thoughts.
If it was not him, if he did not cared about her, he would not have saved her from Seamus' grab. Especially when ordered to stop her from interfering. Anthony was not evil, he just had spent to much time alone in his dark world. At least that was what Dylan liked to believe. She wanted to believe that she could show him that it was wrong to take lives, no matter what reasons. The angel did not want to lose him again, she wanted him to stay, she need to resolve things.
"Anthony", she said softly. The red head watched him turning and coming back to her. "I guess I should thank you - for saving my life … again", she looked straight at him. She owed him her live twice, so this was already overdue. He had not expected this, he appeared to be relieved and yet tense. Anxiously she watched him writing and took the notepad as he finished. He was so close to her. With her heart beating feverishly she read. The message seemed to prove that he cared about her, like she hoped.
Her lips formed a smile, if this was really true, she might make things work. "I'm glad you did, I …", she did not know what to say and instead closed her eyes, hoping he was going to kiss her again. Dylan knew he was going to, as she felt being pulled close to him. She suddenly felt very comfortable and save, which appeared to be very strange. Remembering that he had accepted to stop her from interfering and that he had not problem killing her client.
Then just before their lips were meeting, Dylan's eyes popped open and she pushed him away. The thought that had crushed her mind earlier had reappeared. Was he likely to be ordered just to go after her? If somebody knew the agency was on Curshner's side, that somebody would go for all of them. It did not left much room to think who besides Seamus, had a reason to attack Alex.
Also he might have feelings for her, he was so cold about everything else. If he was able to kill to go after the doctor, did that prove not that he was able to go for her friends as well? She recalled his last message: I feared you were assuming, that O'Grady might be behind it, I simply had to follow.
He knew it was not Seamus and there was only possible explanation: He had driven the car over her friend. She stared at him feeling so betrayed and angry. "You did it", she told him. The hate in her was even stronger than when believing Seamus to be the guilty one. From him she had not expected any better, but from Anthony, that was painful beyond anything else she ever endured.
She saw him shaking his head, looking like he had been the one that was hurt. He went back to the door, but she was only starting to let her wrath out. "Don't try to deny it - you wrote it down yourself." She pointed the notepad at him, but he only went away further. There was one thing that made her hate him at this moment even more: "How could you even thinking about kissing me?"
This time she would not just stand there, as he was fleeing the room she hurried to the door. "Don't dare to lock me in here!" she yelled, but it did not stop him from pulling the key and opening the door. He closed it so quickly she had to push the handle down to open it. After less than an inch, Dylan felt him closing it again. She put a foot against the wall and pulled with all her might, but without success. He turned the key.
Having difficulties to breath, she let herself fall down on her back, panting and realising that it was not just the physical effort, but the tears wetting her cheeks. Her nose was closed and she sniffled more with each attempt to breath through it. Her throat felt like she had a lump in it. She fought it, but only more tears and violent sobs were coming out of her. Realising how useless it was she finally gave in.
The angel could not tell how long she spent on the floor, dwelling in her pain, before she had calmed down enough to get up. Her body ached, especially her throat and face. She rubbed the back of her hand over her still wet cheeks. It seemed her make-up was not as waterproof as advertised, black smears were on her hand. She searched her pocket for a handkerchief, but the only thing she found was the clip with spare ammunition in her rear pocket.
Dylan pulled it out. It was another prove how stupid she was. Especially as she realised that it was some sort of key fob. She twisted it and threw it with a loud, angry groan against the wall. On the one hand she felt like tearing the whole room apart, on the other hand she felt tired, powerless. She needed her friends, but how could they possible find her? Alex could be dead or at best in intensive care. Natalie probably did not know what to do first. She must be dreadfully worried.
The red head knew it was all her fault, she always acted to fast. It was so bizarre. She had wanted to kill Seamus for what she thought he did to Alex and now that she knew it was Anthony, she felt different about it. She was mad at him, but nothing in her wanted to take revenge on him. She shook her head in disbelief. The feeling of betrayal was strong, she was so disappointed, but that was all. Her mind was already looking for excuses on his behalf. She finally began to understood Mina in the Coppola version of Dracula, when she banged her fist on the count's chest after he told who he was and she realised that she still loved him also he killed her best friend. Seeing it she had thought it to be simply absurd and crazy.
Maybe the reason she always ended up falling in love with earth greatest psychopaths was that she belonged to a mental institute herself. She had wanted this kiss also she knew he intended killing Dr. Crushner, that he killed a helpless man and even this not for the first time. How sick was that? How was she to explain this to Charlie, Nat or Alex? They would be so disappointed in her. Could she dare to tell anyone what was going on inside her, when she thought about him?
The angel was not able to understand it herself, how could she explain it to others. They anyway only tell her that he was dead and someone was trying to drive her crazy. Maybe they were right. Believing in people raising from the dead was sure a sign of losing one's marbles. "Oh Alex - I need you!", she said and a few more tears escaped her eyes. The cool rational Asian angel would be able to calm her down and sort things with her out. Dylan wished she could deal with emotional problems like her, just going on a time-out, keeping her hands easily from the object of her desire.
Madison had been right with what she said about her. She always had to prove how tuff and independent she was and could not make it one day on her own. Natalie and Alex could take care of themselves, but she seemed to have lost that ability. After her mother's death it was her against everyone in her room against all the caretakers and teachers. Thinking about it, even then she had always ended up in trouble, but at least she had managed.
Angels are like diamonds, they have to be found not made, maybe that was right, but she was the last one too join the Agency. Nat and Alex were already working for Charlie, when he introduced her. That had been fun, to meet the two of them, after going through that ordeal with Seamus. It was the first time she really meet girls she felt connected to. Especially with Alex, who had such a rich background. Before that she simply hated rich people, scratching their cars, throwing stones in their swimming poles and windows. Helen Zaas really had not really been such a great person. And of course there was no way not to get along with Natalie.
She owed so much to them and still she already turned her back on them twice. She even had kept them in dark about the medallion and her feelings all these month. The angel thought it was because she did not want them to be worried about her, but maybe just because she feared they would not understand. Then again Dylan did not even understood herself.
Why was it so hard for her to talk about her feelings or even think about them? She had spend so much time dwelling over loosing the Thin Man, thinking about him, wearing his medallion and not once she had admitted to herself the reason behind her behaviour. It was so obvious - she loved him. Was it so hard to accept because she did not knew why? Because for a change he did not appeared to be sweet at first and psychotic later?
It was not quite the other way round either. There was nothing sweet about him being an assassin, driving a car over one of her friends. It did not seem to figure at all. That seemed so brutal and vicious. The angel still did not believed him to be like this. It was like he just did not understand why killing was so bad and if she made him understand, everything would be alright. As long as she was trapped here, there was nothing she could do.
She wished she had paid more attention to the Tai-chi lessons, that way she would have something to do now. Pacing up and down, she eventually picked up the water bottle and took a sip now and then. It was terrible to have to wait that long for something to happen. How dreadful their old Bosley must have felt, being locked in that cell The bottle was almost empty as after a couple of hours the door opened again.
