Chapter 18
Angel walked into the apartment and through his coat on the couch. He hadn't run after her but let her go on her own. What was he going to say, 'I'll turn you and we both can live forever'? The thought of a vampire Willow scared even him.
He walked to her room and knocked on the door. "Willow" He peaked it open. No one.
A figure passed in through the doorway across and Angel thought he'd caught it in the corner of his eye. He looked around the corner carefully. Nothing around the corner.
He expanded his vampire senses and felt something. Smelt warm blood. Heart a steady heartbeat. He followed his senses to the living room. In there sat a figure on the couch. He walked up behind it, sure it wasn't Willow. Just as he went to attack, it disappeared, something coming from behind him and attacking him.
Angel pulled it off and threw them to the ground. A human.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my home?" Mark stood, looking at Angel dangerously in the eye.
"Where is she?"
"You finally came. I've been waiting to tear your liver out and eat it for a snack." Mark stepped a little to the side, showing no fear or reaction to Angel's comment.
"It'll be you're liver I'll be eating."
"We'll see about that." Angel stepped in and Mark's foot shot out. Angel caught it and threw him off his feet. Mark swept Angel's feet out from him. Quickly, he got up; pulling the fathom from his pocket.
"You've got some witch's power on you, yourself. I'll enjoy having it." Waving the hand with the crystal over him, Angel arched off the floor, Hollering in pain. Getting to his knees, he held his abdomen in pain. His head fell back and he cried out in pain. "Nice to see this is more painful on you than on the others." Mark smirked. Angel exhaled one more breath with his head thrown back before he collapsed on the floor.
Mark put the crystal away, breathing in a large breath of air. "Now all I need is that witch's power and then I'll have all I need."
Mark turned his back from Angel and didn't notice when he stood and grabbed him from around her neck from behind. "Not if I get her first." He growled in his ear, in gameface.
"How?!" Mark rasped. "You're dead!"
"Yes, I am. And now so is that pesky 'magic' trick that damn witch you're after did to me." He threw Mark to the wall.
"A vampire?"
"Ding, ding, ding! What do we have for him Bob?!" Angelus grabbed him from around the neck again and threw him back to the wall.
"But! The Slayer. She sent her to you. How is that possible?!"
"What can I say. I'm just popular with all the ladies." Angelus smirked.
"What would you want with me?"
"I told you. Or my other woosy half did." He grinned all his pointy teeth. "To eat your liver."
Angel walked into the apartment and through his coat on the couch. He hadn't run after her but let her go on her own. What was he going to say, 'I'll turn you and we both can live forever'? The thought of a vampire Willow scared even him.
He walked to her room and knocked on the door. "Willow" He peaked it open. No one.
A figure passed in through the doorway across and Angel thought he'd caught it in the corner of his eye. He looked around the corner carefully. Nothing around the corner.
He expanded his vampire senses and felt something. Smelt warm blood. Heart a steady heartbeat. He followed his senses to the living room. In there sat a figure on the couch. He walked up behind it, sure it wasn't Willow. Just as he went to attack, it disappeared, something coming from behind him and attacking him.
Angel pulled it off and threw them to the ground. A human.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my home?" Mark stood, looking at Angel dangerously in the eye.
"Where is she?"
"You finally came. I've been waiting to tear your liver out and eat it for a snack." Mark stepped a little to the side, showing no fear or reaction to Angel's comment.
"It'll be you're liver I'll be eating."
"We'll see about that." Angel stepped in and Mark's foot shot out. Angel caught it and threw him off his feet. Mark swept Angel's feet out from him. Quickly, he got up; pulling the fathom from his pocket.
"You've got some witch's power on you, yourself. I'll enjoy having it." Waving the hand with the crystal over him, Angel arched off the floor, Hollering in pain. Getting to his knees, he held his abdomen in pain. His head fell back and he cried out in pain. "Nice to see this is more painful on you than on the others." Mark smirked. Angel exhaled one more breath with his head thrown back before he collapsed on the floor.
Mark put the crystal away, breathing in a large breath of air. "Now all I need is that witch's power and then I'll have all I need."
Mark turned his back from Angel and didn't notice when he stood and grabbed him from around her neck from behind. "Not if I get her first." He growled in his ear, in gameface.
"How?!" Mark rasped. "You're dead!"
"Yes, I am. And now so is that pesky 'magic' trick that damn witch you're after did to me." He threw Mark to the wall.
"A vampire?"
"Ding, ding, ding! What do we have for him Bob?!" Angelus grabbed him from around the neck again and threw him back to the wall.
"But! The Slayer. She sent her to you. How is that possible?!"
"What can I say. I'm just popular with all the ladies." Angelus smirked.
"What would you want with me?"
"I told you. Or my other woosy half did." He grinned all his pointy teeth. "To eat your liver."