Leaving Sunnydale had proved to be an easier decision than Willow ever
could've imagined. The truth was there wasn't much left for her there
anyway. The gang wasn't really the gang anymore, Giles had gone back to
England and Buffy... well, the memories were everywhere. Those were the
critical factors involved when Willow decided to go with Angel and Spike to
LA instead. She'd promised Angel she'd help him with Angel Investigations,
being research-girl and all, but the real truth was she missed battling
evil, especially now when she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.
Packing hadn't proved that difficult either, she brought relatively few things with her. Some spell books, her laptop and some clothes and she was all set. Angel had picked her up right after sunset, and they hadn't stopped since. Traveling the road from Sunnydale to LA with Angel was OK, but it was the peroxide blond vampire Willow felt uncertain of. Spike and Drusilla had been two of the gangs worst enemies, not in the least due to Drusilla's madness and Spike's inventiveness. Finding him back in Sunnydale with Angel had been a real shock for everyone. But apparently something had happened while Spike and Drusilla were out of town, something that had made Spike return and join the good forces. Willow wasn't clear about what had happened, but given Spike's history she wasn't even sure she wanted to know.
Finally being on the way towards her new life was quite exciting, especially since everything had been ready for some time now. Doyle had managed to get her a small apartment near the agency. Nothing fancy, like Cordelia's once haunted place, but enough to satisfy Willow. She was a lot easier than Cordelia to please. And besides, she didn't have that much with her anyway.
They arrived at Willow's new apartment building right before sunset. Angel and Spike had to move on quickly, neither being much for sunlight, Doyle had been sent to help her move her things.
"So you're the Wicca I've been hearing so much about!" Doyle said and offered his hand.
"Yeah, that would be me!" Willow cheerily answered and shook his hand. "Usually go by the name of Willow, though. Instead of, you know, Wicca."
Doyle smiled. "Naturally" he said. "Those your stuff?" He pointed on the three bags on the pavement. "Let's get you settled in then!"
Willow smiled as she followed Doyle. He seemed like a nice person, half demon and all. Come to think of it, these days she spent more time with demons than normal people. That's what a life on the hellmouth will do for you! she thought.
Packing in didn't take long. Before Doyle left Willow stopped him and said:
"What are the neighbors like?"
"Don't really know any them myself! My friend who got you this place, though, said there's mostly humans here. Perhaps some other vampire, but nothing you'll have to worry about."
"Right, the you-can't-come-in-unless-I-invite-you-rule."
"Yeah, that's the one. In the apartment to your right lives a girl named Sandra and in the apartment to your left lives a bloke called Henry. Or maybe it was Hans? Anyway, guess you'll have to introduce yourself to them!"
Willow watched Doyle disappear down the stairs before beginning to unpack. Tomorrow she would introduce herself to her new neighbors.
Packing hadn't proved that difficult either, she brought relatively few things with her. Some spell books, her laptop and some clothes and she was all set. Angel had picked her up right after sunset, and they hadn't stopped since. Traveling the road from Sunnydale to LA with Angel was OK, but it was the peroxide blond vampire Willow felt uncertain of. Spike and Drusilla had been two of the gangs worst enemies, not in the least due to Drusilla's madness and Spike's inventiveness. Finding him back in Sunnydale with Angel had been a real shock for everyone. But apparently something had happened while Spike and Drusilla were out of town, something that had made Spike return and join the good forces. Willow wasn't clear about what had happened, but given Spike's history she wasn't even sure she wanted to know.
Finally being on the way towards her new life was quite exciting, especially since everything had been ready for some time now. Doyle had managed to get her a small apartment near the agency. Nothing fancy, like Cordelia's once haunted place, but enough to satisfy Willow. She was a lot easier than Cordelia to please. And besides, she didn't have that much with her anyway.
They arrived at Willow's new apartment building right before sunset. Angel and Spike had to move on quickly, neither being much for sunlight, Doyle had been sent to help her move her things.
"So you're the Wicca I've been hearing so much about!" Doyle said and offered his hand.
"Yeah, that would be me!" Willow cheerily answered and shook his hand. "Usually go by the name of Willow, though. Instead of, you know, Wicca."
Doyle smiled. "Naturally" he said. "Those your stuff?" He pointed on the three bags on the pavement. "Let's get you settled in then!"
Willow smiled as she followed Doyle. He seemed like a nice person, half demon and all. Come to think of it, these days she spent more time with demons than normal people. That's what a life on the hellmouth will do for you! she thought.
Packing in didn't take long. Before Doyle left Willow stopped him and said:
"What are the neighbors like?"
"Don't really know any them myself! My friend who got you this place, though, said there's mostly humans here. Perhaps some other vampire, but nothing you'll have to worry about."
"Right, the you-can't-come-in-unless-I-invite-you-rule."
"Yeah, that's the one. In the apartment to your right lives a girl named Sandra and in the apartment to your left lives a bloke called Henry. Or maybe it was Hans? Anyway, guess you'll have to introduce yourself to them!"
Willow watched Doyle disappear down the stairs before beginning to unpack. Tomorrow she would introduce herself to her new neighbors.