Chapter 4
Angel dried his lips free from blood and then stepped out on the parking. Only three cars stood there beside their own black Ford.
A red van, some high-shot car and a BMW to be specific, and he only glanced twice at the van as he saw it shake slightly. When he heard a female laughter from inside it, he relaxed and went inside the restaurant that lay in the same building as the motel.
With one look inside the restaurant, he knew that it was worse than he had expected. And his expectations was never high.
A lot of tables stood in rows with four chairs per table, The lightning in the local came from a candle placed on each table, and from the bar that could have been taken from any western movie.
Angel's sensitive nose immediately caught the smell of urine and beer, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he walked towards a table in the back, where Bonnie sat with her back turned against him. From his angle is seemed like she ate a hamburger and French fries, and he sighed inaudibly as he walked there and had a seat.
"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked.
He had never been subtle, and probably never would be.
"I have thought about telling you this for several years now, but there have been a lot of reasons why I haven't told you anything yet..."
"Yes?" He asked after a while when she didn't continue.
"Nineteen years ago, I live in Fell's Church with my family when a man named Stefan Salvatore showed up in my high-school..." Bonnie begun, and she told him all about Stefan and Elena, how they had fought first Katherine, about Elena's death when she had died to save them all. She told him about Klaus, how he had helped Tyler Smallwood to develop into a a werewolf and how Damon, Stefan, herself, Meredith and Matt had fought against Klaus, about the lethal wound Stefan had got and when Damon had been burned down, Meredith had got her bad wound, Matt unconscious and herself standing in the way of Klaus when he wanted to finish off Stefan. She still remembered how she had called Elena's name, and she had appeared in her ghostly shape and had healed all of them after taking care of Klaus.
The joy when they later had seen her return back to life and join Stefan still laid fresh in her memory.
A month later they had reunited for Elena's and Stefan's wedding, and that she and Damon had "partied" on their own later that night.
The following day he had been gone, and everything had seemed like normal until when she had found out that she was pregnant. Knowing that her family would never accept a child outside marriage she had left the following day, only bringing a suitcase with clothes and all her savings. She had worked extremely hard as a waitress in LA until she was in the 8th month, when it had got too obvious to see that she was pregnant.
She had lived with a friend in a small apartment during those months, and who had helped her during the last month of her journey, who had helped her to deliver him. The friend had - thank heavens - been a nurse.
When she was all done with her story they had been driving for two hours, she had talked as they had left the 'restaurant' and checked out from the motel.
He dared to ask about how his father was as a person, which had made her burst out into laughter.
"Person? You are kidding me now. Damon hasn't been a person for a long, long time... There's an arrogance and coldness about him that would make even the strongest man fail in his strength."
He nodded slowly, but saw that she wasn't done yet.
"There is also his beauty, and deadly charm. When he decides to put his charms around you, you don't stand a chance. You are the moth who helplessly flies towards the light that without any doubt will kill you."
Somehow Angel wasn't even surprised, he felt the same power flow in his veins, and he knew that he only needed to kill to grasp the same power.
They both sat silent for a while, until he remembered that she still hadn't told him who had died. When he asked her he saw how her knuckles whitened as she grasped the steering-wheel with frenzy.
"Your aunt - my sister that is," Bonnie paused to glance at him, "Mary," another pause, this time to stop herself from crying, "was killed by a vampire."
Angel just nodded, though with an empathic look upon his face.
"I can drive for a while," he said after a while. "You can take a rest," he offered, and she drove in to the sideway and they switched places, him driving. He instinctually knew the way, there was something that kept calling for him, wanting him to come there.
Bonnie stared out through the window mostly, a blanket around her frail body as she clasped something in her hands. He didn't see what it was, only that it sparkled in gold.
For long they were silent, and he kept on thinking about all that he had heard.
Spotting a motel he drove in there and checked in, he was - even though he didn't want to admit it - tired, and needed to rest. Looking at his mother, he saw that she would cope, so he fell asleep, though very lightly, still ready to support her if she needed it.