Blood Loss
Part 5A - Interlude
Angel bolted from the office, brushing off the questions and concern he felt rolling off of Doyle and Cordelia in waves. Their questions failed to register on his overloaded brain.
It was early evening, yet full dark had settled over L.A. a couple of hours ago.
Angel had felt a snap - when the thread holding him to Buffy broke. It lashed at him like a flail. He hadn't realized how he'd come to rely on the background buzz of her presence in his mind to keep him sane. Knowing she was safe allowed him to stay away, so she could have a normal life.
Or at least the chance of one.
Only two things could break the bond of a claim: a vampire draining Buffy dry or one drinking deeper than he had last year to supercede his claim. He prayed it wasn't the first, and yet...
If it was the second, he'd caught a hint of platinum blond hair, chiseled cheek bones and cloves, before his claim had torn free from Buffy, like the tail end of a swiftly unraveling thread.
Spike.
He'd killed two Slayers already. What if he'd added a third to his list of kills?
Angel vaulted over the door, sliding into the front seat of his convertible. He was driving down the road before his unruly thoughts caught up with him. It would only take a couple of hours for him to drive to Sunnydale. A commuter flight might take longer than that before it got off the ground.
Of course, it might already be too late.If it was - Spike was dead. Stupid thought. Spike was already dead, since he was a vampire. If he'd harmed one hair on Buffy's head, Spike would be a pile of dust.
To be continued....