Chapter 5
"Charles you were one of the strongest men I knew. You were the closest thing I ever had to a brother. I will never forget you." Anne bent and placed a kiss on his cold forehead. "I love you."
With that she turned and left the room. She would need to get back to the shelter soon or the guys would get worried and come looking for her.
Halfway down the stairs she noticed the woman in the corner who appeared to be examining the long dead pot plant. Her hair and skin was oddly blue in places. She wore a full body leather suit that was tattered and torn. She resembled Fred greatly, but surely it couldn't be. Fred had been with Angel this morning and she most defiantly did not look like that. She had been sporting a face full of purple bruises.
Illyria turned at the sound of footsteps on the staircase. 'It is the woman from the earlier meeting. Anne,' she thought to herself.
The bruises were unmistakably the same. "Fred?"
"She isn't Fred luv. That is Illyria, once demon goddess, now super girl, evictor of Fred."
Anne scanned the room again. Angle was no where to be found "And you are?"
Spike hopped down from his seat, tossed his cigarette to the floor, and crushed it with his heel before walking over to Anne. "Spike's the name."
"You're a vampire?"
"Complete with a soul if you are keeping score."
"You are like Angel then right?"
"Bloody hell not! He got cursed with a soul. I went through bloody hell to get mine."
Illyria was not impressed with Spike's ranting. "Such trivialities you speak of."
Spike and Anne both looked at Illyria confused by her sudden outburst.
"To you maybe Pet. But I'm keeping score. Means a bit to me."
"I guess this is nice to meet you then." She offered out her hand for him to shake.
Spike accepted. "Nice to meet you."
"Where is Angel?"
"Should be about somewhere. He said something about taking a peep around to see if the Fang Gang left anything behind when they moved out that we could use."
"No time to pack huh?"
"Something like that."
The two moved over to the stairs and took a seat in nearly the same spot that she had with Angel only an hour earlier. "You do look pretty rough. Is there anything I can bring to you guys?"
"Angel and I are okay but Blue here could use a first aid kit. Maybe even a dress. Or at least a shirt and a pair of jeans if you happen to have it lying about."
"I think we can come up with something." It felt good to her to be helpful to them. 'Helps to keep my mind off of Gunn,' she thought. "How about food? Has she eaten lately? Here I am assuming she even eats."
"Oh she eats. She hasn't been much in a mood to eat since..."
"I get that. I haven't either."
Angel came out of the back hallway. "How long have you been down?"
"Too long. I need to get back before the guys get worried and come hunting." She rose from her seat. "It was nice to meet you Spike and you too Illyria."
Illyria didn't even notice the acknowledgment.
"I will get one of the guys to run that stuff over as soon as I get back."
"Thanks luv."
Anne walked swiftly to the door and exited out. Yelling bye behind her.
"Stuff?" Angel asked.
"Food, bandages, and maybe even clothes for Blue."
"Oh. That's good. She does look rough."
She ambled around the room absently staring at different objects, nothing truly capturing her attention.
"With her ability to change her shape I thought she would have at least been able to mend her outfit though."
Spike watched her as she moved. "I don't think she cares to. Maybe she just doesn't have the energy and heart to do it."
"Maybe so."
At that moment Connor open the lobby door and walked in. "Hi." He was carrying a brown paper bag.
Angel was glad to see him. "Hi."
"I see you guys aren't looking much better than the last time I saw you."
"No, not really." Spike replied.
Reaching out his hand, he extended the bag to Angel. "Here, I brought you something. I didn't know what to get her, so I got a few candy bars."
Angel smiled. "Thanks." He opened the bag and found two pints of pig's blood. "You didn't have to do this."
"I know. But hey you're no good if you're hungry right. You said it yourself. It isn't over, still got evil to fight."
Angel removed the containers from the bag and passed one to Spike.
"Sorry it's still cold, I really didn't have a way to warm it up."
Spike had already opened his and finished half of it. "It's okay we'll live. So to speak anyway."
An African-American gentleman came in with a package in hand. "I only have a minute, Anne said to bring these to you. Said you had a friend who needed help."
"Thank you. We really appreciate everything."
The man did not say anything in return; he just turned and walked away, leaving the hotel.
"You want to take care of her, or me?"
"I will take care of it. She seems at least a little as ease with me." Spike wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but still, he felt like he had to be the one to help her.
"Illyria come on luv, we need to get those cuts cleaned up." He grabbed the bag off the counter where Angel had set it, on his way up the stairs
She didn't say anything; she just moved to follow him up the stairs.
"Charles you were one of the strongest men I knew. You were the closest thing I ever had to a brother. I will never forget you." Anne bent and placed a kiss on his cold forehead. "I love you."
With that she turned and left the room. She would need to get back to the shelter soon or the guys would get worried and come looking for her.
Halfway down the stairs she noticed the woman in the corner who appeared to be examining the long dead pot plant. Her hair and skin was oddly blue in places. She wore a full body leather suit that was tattered and torn. She resembled Fred greatly, but surely it couldn't be. Fred had been with Angel this morning and she most defiantly did not look like that. She had been sporting a face full of purple bruises.
Illyria turned at the sound of footsteps on the staircase. 'It is the woman from the earlier meeting. Anne,' she thought to herself.
The bruises were unmistakably the same. "Fred?"
"She isn't Fred luv. That is Illyria, once demon goddess, now super girl, evictor of Fred."
Anne scanned the room again. Angle was no where to be found "And you are?"
Spike hopped down from his seat, tossed his cigarette to the floor, and crushed it with his heel before walking over to Anne. "Spike's the name."
"You're a vampire?"
"Complete with a soul if you are keeping score."
"You are like Angel then right?"
"Bloody hell not! He got cursed with a soul. I went through bloody hell to get mine."
Illyria was not impressed with Spike's ranting. "Such trivialities you speak of."
Spike and Anne both looked at Illyria confused by her sudden outburst.
"To you maybe Pet. But I'm keeping score. Means a bit to me."
"I guess this is nice to meet you then." She offered out her hand for him to shake.
Spike accepted. "Nice to meet you."
"Where is Angel?"
"Should be about somewhere. He said something about taking a peep around to see if the Fang Gang left anything behind when they moved out that we could use."
"No time to pack huh?"
"Something like that."
The two moved over to the stairs and took a seat in nearly the same spot that she had with Angel only an hour earlier. "You do look pretty rough. Is there anything I can bring to you guys?"
"Angel and I are okay but Blue here could use a first aid kit. Maybe even a dress. Or at least a shirt and a pair of jeans if you happen to have it lying about."
"I think we can come up with something." It felt good to her to be helpful to them. 'Helps to keep my mind off of Gunn,' she thought. "How about food? Has she eaten lately? Here I am assuming she even eats."
"Oh she eats. She hasn't been much in a mood to eat since..."
"I get that. I haven't either."
Angel came out of the back hallway. "How long have you been down?"
"Too long. I need to get back before the guys get worried and come hunting." She rose from her seat. "It was nice to meet you Spike and you too Illyria."
Illyria didn't even notice the acknowledgment.
"I will get one of the guys to run that stuff over as soon as I get back."
"Thanks luv."
Anne walked swiftly to the door and exited out. Yelling bye behind her.
"Stuff?" Angel asked.
"Food, bandages, and maybe even clothes for Blue."
"Oh. That's good. She does look rough."
She ambled around the room absently staring at different objects, nothing truly capturing her attention.
"With her ability to change her shape I thought she would have at least been able to mend her outfit though."
Spike watched her as she moved. "I don't think she cares to. Maybe she just doesn't have the energy and heart to do it."
"Maybe so."
At that moment Connor open the lobby door and walked in. "Hi." He was carrying a brown paper bag.
Angel was glad to see him. "Hi."
"I see you guys aren't looking much better than the last time I saw you."
"No, not really." Spike replied.
Reaching out his hand, he extended the bag to Angel. "Here, I brought you something. I didn't know what to get her, so I got a few candy bars."
Angel smiled. "Thanks." He opened the bag and found two pints of pig's blood. "You didn't have to do this."
"I know. But hey you're no good if you're hungry right. You said it yourself. It isn't over, still got evil to fight."
Angel removed the containers from the bag and passed one to Spike.
"Sorry it's still cold, I really didn't have a way to warm it up."
Spike had already opened his and finished half of it. "It's okay we'll live. So to speak anyway."
An African-American gentleman came in with a package in hand. "I only have a minute, Anne said to bring these to you. Said you had a friend who needed help."
"Thank you. We really appreciate everything."
The man did not say anything in return; he just turned and walked away, leaving the hotel.
"You want to take care of her, or me?"
"I will take care of it. She seems at least a little as ease with me." Spike wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but still, he felt like he had to be the one to help her.
"Illyria come on luv, we need to get those cuts cleaned up." He grabbed the bag off the counter where Angel had set it, on his way up the stairs
She didn't say anything; she just moved to follow him up the stairs.