Part 9 - Pacing a path into the carpet
Angel had watched Cordelia drive away that afternoon. A little sad that he couldn't go to the football game with her but the whole chance of sunshine thing, even with the rain could result in instant combustion. Why didn't Ice Hockey have cheerleaders. Now there was a sport he enjoyed. Even though he had a soul, he still liked a spot of violence. Plus the games were played at night – indoors.
Angel closed the door and walked through the living room of the mansion. The place was a disaster area. The being abandoned for more that four months did it. He hated dust and grime. He didn't mind dark broody places, but dirt was more evil than even he was in his Angelus days.
The mansion was cold. That was his first thought, not that the temperature meant much to him, hell he had no body temperature. But he didn't want it to be cold when Cordelia got back from the high school event. Lightening crashed, and then the sounds of rain started to hit the roof and windows harder. Gloom, it was a gloomy dark Sunday. Angel's favorite type of day.
He looked around and saw that there was plenty of broken wooden furniture around that could be used to start a fire in the fire place. He wanted to make sure it was comfortable for Cordelia. She had really cared about him and he wanted to show her how much it meant to him. Funny...caring about someone other than Buffy was a new feeling for Angel.
He moved around the mansion, picking up broken pieces of wood and stacking them by the fire place. He was glad that there was already a pile of logs, thinking back and remembering how much Drusilla had always liked a roaring fire.
Dru said things like 'she could see things clearer in the dancing flames', and then would spin in front of the fire until she was dizzy. Angel knew Dru would never have lasted long as a vampire had he and Spike not taken care of her. He was pretty sure she would have wandered out into the sun light to better hear the birds, if they weren't there to watch her.
Wait...he didn't take care of Dru anymore...he was not responsible for his childe now that he had his soul. Angel rationalized. Time seemed to blur for him the past couple of days. It was confusing sorting out thoughts he had as Angelus from thoughts when he had his soul. The time in Hell was just a blur of pain, and he tried not to think about that. He dropped the load of kindling onto the ledge next to the fire place.
The clock in the foyer struck 5 bells.
Strange he didn't think he had set the clock, much less wound it. Angel thought, then smiled, Cordelia taking care of him again. Hopefully she would be home soon. He wanted to hear her voice talking to him. Plus he was a little hungry and liked how she made him warm blood. He wanted her to take care of him. Plus with the rain she won't stay out very long.
The clock in the foyer struck 6 bells.
Angel got up from the couch and put down the book he was thumbing through. He wasn't really reading, just trying to pass the time faster. He looked around the room. Maybe the game went into overtime. Did cheerleaders have to stay for the whole game if it was raining so hard? He wished he could hear her heartbeat or smell her coming closer. Angel went over to the front windows of the living room and pulled the dark curtains open to watch the rain fall and watch for Cordelia. The living room had an eerie cast with just the natural light of early twilight pouring into the room and no electric lights on. Angel didn't mind the gloom, he could see just fine. Angel absentmindedly rubbed his stomach...hungry.
The clock in the foyer struck 7 bells.
Angel looked up from the window and around at the darkened room. It had gotten a lot colder in there. What time did she say the game was supposed to start. Maybe they had a rain delay. Angel paced in front of the window. No, football they play no matter what the weather is doing. Rain makes the game more interesting. Maybe it started late for another reason.
Better get the fire started, Cordelia is going to be cold when she gets back. Angel moved to the fire place and started building up the kindling into a small pile and crumpled an old newspaper underneath and lit the fire, careful not to get his hands too close to the flames. He watched the fire start to light and staring into it he saw a vision of the hell dimension. Yes his hell had included fire, don't they all he wondered. He pushed that dark time to the back of his mind and focused on building the fire. He wanted to have Cordelia feel welcome in his home, even if it was a dilapidated mansion. Angel stood and watched the fire start to come to life. He paced in front of the fire place and hoped Cordelia would be home soon...HUNgry.
The clock in the foyer struck 8 bells.
The fire was raging in the fireplace as Angel chucked another log onto the fireplace and he watched the flames build. The living room was very warm, and brightly light by the fireplace.
She has left me.
Pacing in front of the fire place. Hands in his pockets head down, looking at the window every few moments.
HUNGRY.
Back and forth, the sound of the clock in the foyer was ticking so loudly.
Cordelia is not coming back.
Sound of a car driving past...not hers...
Where is she?
Pacing.
HUNGRY.
She is gone, I scared her, I must have grossed her out by feeding in front of her.
Angel picked up another log and tossed it into the fire place. The fire roaring higher.
Has to be warm in here, that way she will come back to me and stay.
Pacing, feeling the carpet under his feet, memorizing the path he was taking.
HUNGRY.
She is mine, why did I let her go, what if she left me?
HUNGRY.
The clock in the foyer struck 9 bells.
Hate that clock.
Hungry.
Angel moved over to the window and stared out into the rain.
Maybe she met up with friends...friends who breathed and have a body temperature.
Angel folded his arms over his chest and looked harder out the window.
Tick tock tick tock
Shut up.
Tick tock tick tock
HUNGRY.
Then a pair of car lights turned up into the driveway. Angel recognized the sound of the little sports car as it quickly drove up the long drive.
CordeliaCordeliaCordelia
Angel thought he could hear her heartbeat when the car's engine stopped and she got out of the car. He saw her run around to the trunk and pull out a box and then make a run for the front door.
MineMineMineMine
Angel went to the door, and pulled it wide open.
HungryHungryHungry
Cordelia smiled at him and quickly moved into mansion foyer. She glanced up at the clock, glad she had wound it, it was now 9:30 pm. She set the cooler down on the table by the door and turned around.
"Hello Ange.." was all she got out as she saw him coming at her in full vamp face, he pulled her into a fierce hug. She was freaked...what was going on with him.
As suddenly as he moved to take her in his arms, once he had her there he took one smell of her and pushed her away.
Cordelia stumbled back, in shock over what was going on. "Angel snap out of it, it is me Cordelia" She reached into her raincoat pocket, hoping that she had a stake in there, Angel looked a lot crazed.
Angel let out a growl. Scarred...her heart was racing and he could hear it. She smelled like another boy, a familiar boy. Harris, the boy had his hands all over her. Mine.
Cordelia decided that she need to shake him out of it, whatever madness was gripping him now. She walked back over to him and wrapped her arms around his chest.
"Angel, you are safe, it is okay, it is me, it is Cordy" She said, squeezing him harder, wanting him snap out of it, and quickly. Cordelia moved her hands up and down his back rubbing her.
Angel leaned in and took a deep smell of her, getting past the smell of the boy, and nuzzled his head into her hair and neck. He was calmed by her heartbeat and her holding him. She was cold and wet. He felt her small hands on his back, stroking, comforting....all the things to make him feel safe again. He wrapped his hands tightly around her.
"It's okay Big Guy, I am back, a little late, but back." Cordelia said in a quiet tone. Probably not a good idea to say anything to loud to a crazed vampire who had you in his grasp. Not a bad place to be.
Angel dropped his head to her shoulder and let out a sigh as he breathed her in. His demon face subsided and he spoke..."I am so sorry..." was all he could say.
Cordelia moved her hand up and stroked his head. She should have skipped the football game, he had only been back a few days, and no where near normal. She wondered if he would ever be normal from his stay in hell.
"No Angel I am sorry, I was late, I lost track of time." She felt him start to relax a bit, and was happy she was able to get through to him. She needed to get him back to normal soon or else she was going to have to get use to having the begeesus scared out of her.
"...you left me" Angel said, his words stilted.
"Yes, but I told you dorkus, that I would be back after the game." Cordelia told him, trying to humor him back to sanity. She was worried when he only spoke in limited words, worried he was reverting back to the mess he was the first night she found him.
"scared...hungry" Angel said. He loosened his grip on Cordelia so he could look at her. She was soaking wet, and he could tell she was still a little scared. At least her heart rate had almost returned to normal so she wouldn't smell so, well, tasty.
"Angel...have you eaten since I left?" She looked up at him; it was so hard to tell anything with his pale complexion.
"No"
"Angel, you do know how to use the microwave?" Cordelia said in a voice that dripped of chastising him.
"You make my blood right." Angel said, sounding like a 7 year old boy.
Cordelia sighed. At least it was a complete sentence. "Okay, I am going to go heat some up for you, come with me" She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the kitchen. She ignored the roaring fire in the fire place, as she had one destination...feeding him before he feed on her.
"Okay, I will always make sure there is blood in your fridge Angel." She pulled him to the counter top and had him sit on the stool. The bright florescent lights of the kitchen made Angel look even paler and did nothing for the drowned rat look she was now sporting.
Cordelia reached into the cupboard and took out two mugs. She quickly went to the fridge and pulled out 3 bags of blood and sliced them one of them open and poured it into the smaller of the two mugs and quickly put it in the microwave and set the time to 54 seconds and started the machine. She then poured the other two bags into the larger mug and set it on top of the microwave. If he hadn't eaten since she left, then he was in starvation mode again.
Angel stared at her and just watched her move quickly through his kitchen. The motions were familiar, he had done them himself, but it felt like it was something he had done a hundred years ago.
Ding.
Cordy opened the microwave and pulled out the mug and reached over and handed it to Angel.
"Drink" She said. Stupid vampire. Why did he have to scare her to death like that. She turned around and put the larger mug in the microwave and set the timer for a minute-thirty. Her guess is that he would be done with the first pint before the timer dinged again.
Angel's senses went alive at the smell of warm blood. He drank down the yummy human blood quickly. So hungry, so good. He thought. Angel finished the pint quickly and looked at Cordelia.
She takes care of me, she didn't leave. Mine.
He set the mug down on the counter. Cordelia quickly took it away and put it into the sink. The microwave dinged again and in a quick motion she pulled it out and quickly handed over to him. Careful not to spill any on her.
"Drink. I need to get the blood that I got tonight. You stay there and drink a little slower." She ordered him in her in-charge voice. She walked out of the kitchen through the living room. She noticed that the fire was roaring nicely and the room was warm and comfortable. She moved into the foyer and closed the wide open door against the rain and cold.
She took off her wet raincoat and hung it on the coat rack. She was chilled to the bone. She should have come right home and not goofed off in the rain all night. She would be luck she didn't get a cold from this latest adventure. She picked up the cooler of blood and quickly moved back to the kitchen.
Angel was sitting in the same spot. Slowly drinking the second mug of blood. Now that his initial hunger had been sated he was starting to think again. Not feeling so crazy. Why hadn't he done this himself? He knew how to use the microwave.
Cordelia opened the refrigerator and stacked the new blood bags behind the 2 that were left from her first blood run on Friday night. She pulled out the carton of orange juice and then poured herself a glass. She turned and looked at Angel.
"Cordy...I am...." Angel started
"Don't you dare say you are sorry, I don't want to hear apologies from you. Angel you have been back from a horrible experience for what 3 days and I took off and left you. So no apologies." Cordy hated that he had gone through something so horrible.
"Okay, thank you for feeding me." Angel said shyly. He put his hand on hers that rested on the countertop close.
Cordy took another sip of her orange juice. His hands weren't cold, must be because of the fire in the other room, warming his body. Or maybe it was the warm blood...oh gross.
"That is fine Big Guy. But from now on if you feel hungry I need you to come in here and warm up a packet of blood. I don't want a crazed starving vampire showing up when I come through the front door okay?" She gave him a warm easy smile and squeezed his hand.
"No more crazyAngel, I promise Cordelia." Angel said, her smile melting him.
"Good. Now finish your dinner." She smiled, she liked being in charge.
He moved the mug to his lips and drank down more of the blood. Human blood felt so good flowing through his dead veins. With each sip he felt like reality was closer to him.
Cordelia shivered, finally the adrenalin in her system settling down as the vampire relaxed and she realized how chilled to the bone she was from the day spent in the rain.
"Cordy, you are soaked through. Why didn't you come home when it started raining so hard?" Angel asked, wanting to know more details about why she smelled like the Harris boy when she first walked into his arms.
"As Head Cheerleader it is my responsibility to stay to the end of the game, regardless of the weather. The fate of the sport. Then Xander and I grabbed dinner, I went to the blood bank and got your dinner, and then I came home to you." Cordelia absent mindedly realized that she had referred to the mansion as home more than once in the past few minutes.
Angel didn't say anything as he took the last sip of his blood and got up and put the mug in the sink, rinsing out the blood so Cordelia wouldn't have too.
"Angel, I need to go get warm. I am going to go upstairs and take a bath, I need to warm up. Will you be okay for a while by yourself?" Cordelia asked.
"Sure, I will just read down hear for a little while." Angel felt good she was going to stay again tonight.
"Good, then I am going to get cleaned up, I am sure I smell bad" Cordelia smiled and moved away from the counter toward the living room.
You won't once you get that Harris boy smell off your body.
"Enjoy your bath Cordy." Angel said and smiled slightly.
Angel had watched Cordelia drive away that afternoon. A little sad that he couldn't go to the football game with her but the whole chance of sunshine thing, even with the rain could result in instant combustion. Why didn't Ice Hockey have cheerleaders. Now there was a sport he enjoyed. Even though he had a soul, he still liked a spot of violence. Plus the games were played at night – indoors.
Angel closed the door and walked through the living room of the mansion. The place was a disaster area. The being abandoned for more that four months did it. He hated dust and grime. He didn't mind dark broody places, but dirt was more evil than even he was in his Angelus days.
The mansion was cold. That was his first thought, not that the temperature meant much to him, hell he had no body temperature. But he didn't want it to be cold when Cordelia got back from the high school event. Lightening crashed, and then the sounds of rain started to hit the roof and windows harder. Gloom, it was a gloomy dark Sunday. Angel's favorite type of day.
He looked around and saw that there was plenty of broken wooden furniture around that could be used to start a fire in the fire place. He wanted to make sure it was comfortable for Cordelia. She had really cared about him and he wanted to show her how much it meant to him. Funny...caring about someone other than Buffy was a new feeling for Angel.
He moved around the mansion, picking up broken pieces of wood and stacking them by the fire place. He was glad that there was already a pile of logs, thinking back and remembering how much Drusilla had always liked a roaring fire.
Dru said things like 'she could see things clearer in the dancing flames', and then would spin in front of the fire until she was dizzy. Angel knew Dru would never have lasted long as a vampire had he and Spike not taken care of her. He was pretty sure she would have wandered out into the sun light to better hear the birds, if they weren't there to watch her.
Wait...he didn't take care of Dru anymore...he was not responsible for his childe now that he had his soul. Angel rationalized. Time seemed to blur for him the past couple of days. It was confusing sorting out thoughts he had as Angelus from thoughts when he had his soul. The time in Hell was just a blur of pain, and he tried not to think about that. He dropped the load of kindling onto the ledge next to the fire place.
The clock in the foyer struck 5 bells.
Strange he didn't think he had set the clock, much less wound it. Angel thought, then smiled, Cordelia taking care of him again. Hopefully she would be home soon. He wanted to hear her voice talking to him. Plus he was a little hungry and liked how she made him warm blood. He wanted her to take care of him. Plus with the rain she won't stay out very long.
The clock in the foyer struck 6 bells.
Angel got up from the couch and put down the book he was thumbing through. He wasn't really reading, just trying to pass the time faster. He looked around the room. Maybe the game went into overtime. Did cheerleaders have to stay for the whole game if it was raining so hard? He wished he could hear her heartbeat or smell her coming closer. Angel went over to the front windows of the living room and pulled the dark curtains open to watch the rain fall and watch for Cordelia. The living room had an eerie cast with just the natural light of early twilight pouring into the room and no electric lights on. Angel didn't mind the gloom, he could see just fine. Angel absentmindedly rubbed his stomach...hungry.
The clock in the foyer struck 7 bells.
Angel looked up from the window and around at the darkened room. It had gotten a lot colder in there. What time did she say the game was supposed to start. Maybe they had a rain delay. Angel paced in front of the window. No, football they play no matter what the weather is doing. Rain makes the game more interesting. Maybe it started late for another reason.
Better get the fire started, Cordelia is going to be cold when she gets back. Angel moved to the fire place and started building up the kindling into a small pile and crumpled an old newspaper underneath and lit the fire, careful not to get his hands too close to the flames. He watched the fire start to light and staring into it he saw a vision of the hell dimension. Yes his hell had included fire, don't they all he wondered. He pushed that dark time to the back of his mind and focused on building the fire. He wanted to have Cordelia feel welcome in his home, even if it was a dilapidated mansion. Angel stood and watched the fire start to come to life. He paced in front of the fire place and hoped Cordelia would be home soon...HUNgry.
The clock in the foyer struck 8 bells.
The fire was raging in the fireplace as Angel chucked another log onto the fireplace and he watched the flames build. The living room was very warm, and brightly light by the fireplace.
She has left me.
Pacing in front of the fire place. Hands in his pockets head down, looking at the window every few moments.
HUNGRY.
Back and forth, the sound of the clock in the foyer was ticking so loudly.
Cordelia is not coming back.
Sound of a car driving past...not hers...
Where is she?
Pacing.
HUNGRY.
She is gone, I scared her, I must have grossed her out by feeding in front of her.
Angel picked up another log and tossed it into the fire place. The fire roaring higher.
Has to be warm in here, that way she will come back to me and stay.
Pacing, feeling the carpet under his feet, memorizing the path he was taking.
HUNGRY.
She is mine, why did I let her go, what if she left me?
HUNGRY.
The clock in the foyer struck 9 bells.
Hate that clock.
Hungry.
Angel moved over to the window and stared out into the rain.
Maybe she met up with friends...friends who breathed and have a body temperature.
Angel folded his arms over his chest and looked harder out the window.
Tick tock tick tock
Shut up.
Tick tock tick tock
HUNGRY.
Then a pair of car lights turned up into the driveway. Angel recognized the sound of the little sports car as it quickly drove up the long drive.
CordeliaCordeliaCordelia
Angel thought he could hear her heartbeat when the car's engine stopped and she got out of the car. He saw her run around to the trunk and pull out a box and then make a run for the front door.
MineMineMineMine
Angel went to the door, and pulled it wide open.
HungryHungryHungry
Cordelia smiled at him and quickly moved into mansion foyer. She glanced up at the clock, glad she had wound it, it was now 9:30 pm. She set the cooler down on the table by the door and turned around.
"Hello Ange.." was all she got out as she saw him coming at her in full vamp face, he pulled her into a fierce hug. She was freaked...what was going on with him.
As suddenly as he moved to take her in his arms, once he had her there he took one smell of her and pushed her away.
Cordelia stumbled back, in shock over what was going on. "Angel snap out of it, it is me Cordelia" She reached into her raincoat pocket, hoping that she had a stake in there, Angel looked a lot crazed.
Angel let out a growl. Scarred...her heart was racing and he could hear it. She smelled like another boy, a familiar boy. Harris, the boy had his hands all over her. Mine.
Cordelia decided that she need to shake him out of it, whatever madness was gripping him now. She walked back over to him and wrapped her arms around his chest.
"Angel, you are safe, it is okay, it is me, it is Cordy" She said, squeezing him harder, wanting him snap out of it, and quickly. Cordelia moved her hands up and down his back rubbing her.
Angel leaned in and took a deep smell of her, getting past the smell of the boy, and nuzzled his head into her hair and neck. He was calmed by her heartbeat and her holding him. She was cold and wet. He felt her small hands on his back, stroking, comforting....all the things to make him feel safe again. He wrapped his hands tightly around her.
"It's okay Big Guy, I am back, a little late, but back." Cordelia said in a quiet tone. Probably not a good idea to say anything to loud to a crazed vampire who had you in his grasp. Not a bad place to be.
Angel dropped his head to her shoulder and let out a sigh as he breathed her in. His demon face subsided and he spoke..."I am so sorry..." was all he could say.
Cordelia moved her hand up and stroked his head. She should have skipped the football game, he had only been back a few days, and no where near normal. She wondered if he would ever be normal from his stay in hell.
"No Angel I am sorry, I was late, I lost track of time." She felt him start to relax a bit, and was happy she was able to get through to him. She needed to get him back to normal soon or else she was going to have to get use to having the begeesus scared out of her.
"...you left me" Angel said, his words stilted.
"Yes, but I told you dorkus, that I would be back after the game." Cordelia told him, trying to humor him back to sanity. She was worried when he only spoke in limited words, worried he was reverting back to the mess he was the first night she found him.
"scared...hungry" Angel said. He loosened his grip on Cordelia so he could look at her. She was soaking wet, and he could tell she was still a little scared. At least her heart rate had almost returned to normal so she wouldn't smell so, well, tasty.
"Angel...have you eaten since I left?" She looked up at him; it was so hard to tell anything with his pale complexion.
"No"
"Angel, you do know how to use the microwave?" Cordelia said in a voice that dripped of chastising him.
"You make my blood right." Angel said, sounding like a 7 year old boy.
Cordelia sighed. At least it was a complete sentence. "Okay, I am going to go heat some up for you, come with me" She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the kitchen. She ignored the roaring fire in the fire place, as she had one destination...feeding him before he feed on her.
"Okay, I will always make sure there is blood in your fridge Angel." She pulled him to the counter top and had him sit on the stool. The bright florescent lights of the kitchen made Angel look even paler and did nothing for the drowned rat look she was now sporting.
Cordelia reached into the cupboard and took out two mugs. She quickly went to the fridge and pulled out 3 bags of blood and sliced them one of them open and poured it into the smaller of the two mugs and quickly put it in the microwave and set the time to 54 seconds and started the machine. She then poured the other two bags into the larger mug and set it on top of the microwave. If he hadn't eaten since she left, then he was in starvation mode again.
Angel stared at her and just watched her move quickly through his kitchen. The motions were familiar, he had done them himself, but it felt like it was something he had done a hundred years ago.
Ding.
Cordy opened the microwave and pulled out the mug and reached over and handed it to Angel.
"Drink" She said. Stupid vampire. Why did he have to scare her to death like that. She turned around and put the larger mug in the microwave and set the timer for a minute-thirty. Her guess is that he would be done with the first pint before the timer dinged again.
Angel's senses went alive at the smell of warm blood. He drank down the yummy human blood quickly. So hungry, so good. He thought. Angel finished the pint quickly and looked at Cordelia.
She takes care of me, she didn't leave. Mine.
He set the mug down on the counter. Cordelia quickly took it away and put it into the sink. The microwave dinged again and in a quick motion she pulled it out and quickly handed over to him. Careful not to spill any on her.
"Drink. I need to get the blood that I got tonight. You stay there and drink a little slower." She ordered him in her in-charge voice. She walked out of the kitchen through the living room. She noticed that the fire was roaring nicely and the room was warm and comfortable. She moved into the foyer and closed the wide open door against the rain and cold.
She took off her wet raincoat and hung it on the coat rack. She was chilled to the bone. She should have come right home and not goofed off in the rain all night. She would be luck she didn't get a cold from this latest adventure. She picked up the cooler of blood and quickly moved back to the kitchen.
Angel was sitting in the same spot. Slowly drinking the second mug of blood. Now that his initial hunger had been sated he was starting to think again. Not feeling so crazy. Why hadn't he done this himself? He knew how to use the microwave.
Cordelia opened the refrigerator and stacked the new blood bags behind the 2 that were left from her first blood run on Friday night. She pulled out the carton of orange juice and then poured herself a glass. She turned and looked at Angel.
"Cordy...I am...." Angel started
"Don't you dare say you are sorry, I don't want to hear apologies from you. Angel you have been back from a horrible experience for what 3 days and I took off and left you. So no apologies." Cordy hated that he had gone through something so horrible.
"Okay, thank you for feeding me." Angel said shyly. He put his hand on hers that rested on the countertop close.
Cordy took another sip of her orange juice. His hands weren't cold, must be because of the fire in the other room, warming his body. Or maybe it was the warm blood...oh gross.
"That is fine Big Guy. But from now on if you feel hungry I need you to come in here and warm up a packet of blood. I don't want a crazed starving vampire showing up when I come through the front door okay?" She gave him a warm easy smile and squeezed his hand.
"No more crazyAngel, I promise Cordelia." Angel said, her smile melting him.
"Good. Now finish your dinner." She smiled, she liked being in charge.
He moved the mug to his lips and drank down more of the blood. Human blood felt so good flowing through his dead veins. With each sip he felt like reality was closer to him.
Cordelia shivered, finally the adrenalin in her system settling down as the vampire relaxed and she realized how chilled to the bone she was from the day spent in the rain.
"Cordy, you are soaked through. Why didn't you come home when it started raining so hard?" Angel asked, wanting to know more details about why she smelled like the Harris boy when she first walked into his arms.
"As Head Cheerleader it is my responsibility to stay to the end of the game, regardless of the weather. The fate of the sport. Then Xander and I grabbed dinner, I went to the blood bank and got your dinner, and then I came home to you." Cordelia absent mindedly realized that she had referred to the mansion as home more than once in the past few minutes.
Angel didn't say anything as he took the last sip of his blood and got up and put the mug in the sink, rinsing out the blood so Cordelia wouldn't have too.
"Angel, I need to go get warm. I am going to go upstairs and take a bath, I need to warm up. Will you be okay for a while by yourself?" Cordelia asked.
"Sure, I will just read down hear for a little while." Angel felt good she was going to stay again tonight.
"Good, then I am going to get cleaned up, I am sure I smell bad" Cordelia smiled and moved away from the counter toward the living room.
You won't once you get that Harris boy smell off your body.
"Enjoy your bath Cordy." Angel said and smiled slightly.