Chapter 3
Two days had passed since Elena had contacted her (Bonnie still hadn't figured out how she had done it) and Bonnie was on the road, driving towards Fell's Church. Angel sat next to her, glancing at his mother's vacant face from time to time while staring out the black window.
When she had woke up from her "dream" there had been a message on her answering-machine. Deep inside she already knew that it was from her family, who begged her to come home as Mary had been found dead. She had cried for hours, and when there was no more tears, she had curled up as a ball and lay on the bed, motionless.
When Angel came home from school and found her in that position it seemed like he knew everything, he dropped his things on the floor and embraced her, holding her tightly. Feeling her shivers and mute sobs he instinctually knew that someone had died, someone she had loved deeply.
An eternity later it seemed like, when she pushed him away and told him to pack his bags.
That night they left LA, and Angel had a strange feeling of that they would never come back, that the time of innocence was over.
In the morning they had stopped at a motel where they had spent the day, Angel had held his mother in his arms while she had slept – he knew her dreams had been filled with signs of evil and sorrow, he felt it clearly. Every time he noticed that her dreams went to bad he mumbled comforting words as he squeezed her hand. It didn't bother him to be up this long, as a matter of fact – as long as he could be there for her, time didn't matter.
The sun came and went, and he felt how the tickling in his teeth grew stronger for each moment. He pushed it back, he knew he could last for days without food, even if the craving would make him mad. Once he had promised himself to stay by her side during this, he wouldn't leave her a second.
Just then she awoke, slowly dismissing sleep from her weary body. She turned around and looked him in the eyes, smiling sadly.
"Go get something to eat," she just said. She knew him too well when it came to this kind of things.
He didn't want to leave her alone, and she must have seen the doubts in his face as she placed a hand on his arm.
"I'll be okay," she assured him. "I'm going to take a shower and then go to the restaurant. Meet me there and I'll tell you everything."
They exchanged looks for a moment, and then he nodded and left.