Darkling
A/N
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I decided not to post until after Christmas and then I got all busy with work and stuff like this play I'm writing/acting in/co-assistant directing/doing the costumes for. Anyway it's been busy. Here's a new chapter.
VBC: Girl. I'd email you but your account keeps rejecting me. :-(
Talk to you all soon.
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Day Six, Sunday, 14 High Street, St Treharne.
The door slammed behind Cordelia with a crash resounding enough to rattle the double glazing. Doyle looked up in alarm and saw Cordelia, her back flat against the door into their suite, panting.
"Jesus, what's wrong?" He asked, leaping up and guiding her to a chair as Angel entered the room from his bedroom.
Cordelia took deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to speak whilst Doyle struggled manfully to avert his eyes from her heaving bosom.
"What's up?" Angel asked.
"Harbour Road!" Cordelia panted. "Darcy!" She paused to take in more oxygen.
"You saw Darcy in Harbour Road? Where?" Angel asked, heading for his bedroom and coat.
Cordelia nodded. "The Florist pub." She told the vampire. "Near where we met her that time."
"Angel man, where're you going?" Doyle asked as Angel headed for the door.
"The Florist." Angel told him succinctly.
Cordelia's eyes opened wide and she shook her head at Doyle. "Buffy!" She mouthed urgently to him.
Doyle got the message just as Angel was about to step over the threshold.
"Angel!" He called, stopping him in his tracks. "Basil told us to not to go near her until tomorrow night, remember?"
Angel turned back to Cordelia and Doyle. "Since when did we start taking orders from a cat?" He asked simply, closing the door behind him.