Chapter 8

LA - Sunset

"So, are you planning on taking me with you this time? I mean, I'd like some action too." Angel asked the three girls who were standing in the kitchen eating cold pizza.

"Hmm. I don't know. What do you think girls? Should we let him go with us? Or make him go by himself?" Neala said in a teasing voice. Branna and Faith looked like they were thinking really hard.

"I don't know mom. That's a tough decision. Maybe you should decide and leave us out of it." Branna said leaving the kitchen, Faith following a moment later. Neala smiled at Angel.

"She told me to decide. How are you going to get my to let you go with us?" She walked around him and stopped in front of him and bit her bottom lip.

"How 'bout this?" He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sweetly on the lips. He pulled back, keeping his arms around her. "Is that good enough?"

"I'm not sure. What else you got?" She asked draping her arms over his shoulders and clasping her hands behind his neck. His expression turned serious as he captured her lips with his in a gentle lip lock. They were oblivious to any noises or voices around them. A demon could attack the hotel and they wouldn't've noticed.

"Any one seen Angel?" Cordy called through the hotel.

"He's in the kitchen, but I wouldn't go in there if I was you." Branna warned her, even though she knew the warning would be ignored. Cory walked into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks at the sight of Angel and Neala kissing in the middle of the room. Her eyes widened and she turned around and walked back out.

"I told you I wouldn't go in there if I was you. But did you listen to me? No." Branna said turning the page of the magazine she was reading.

"Why don't we just go out? They're going to be in there for a while." Faith suggested.

"Good idea. Cordy? Cordy? CORDY!" Branna yelled at the dazed woman. Cordy shook herself out of her shock and turned to Branna. "When they stop, tell them we went patrolling without them." Cordy shook her head ok and Branna and Faith took off out the door.

The sound of Connor crying caused Angel to pull away. (ok, so only one thing could pull them away from each other.)

"I gotta go get him." Angel said, running his fingers through her hair.

"I'll get him." She moved away from Angel and walked out of the kitchen. Cordila was still standing in the middle of the lobby. "Are you ok Cordy?" Neala asked.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah I'm fine. Oh, Branna said to tell you that they went patrolling without you" Cordy answered.

"Ok." Neala answered as she continued past her and up the stairs to Connors room. He quieted down when he heard the door open.

"Hi there." She said as she approached his crib. His eyes widened slightly when saw her. "How are you?" She reached in and held her arms out. "Can I hold you?" She waited for a minute and he raised his arms for her to pick him up. So, she did.

"Would you like to go down and see your daddy?" She asked him as she pulled him out of the crib. "Or should we rock? Let's rock for a minute before we go see daddy." She sat down in the rocking chair that was next to the crib. She sat him on her lap facing her and started rock. He stared at her and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"You like to rock? Let's see if you like music." She started to sing.

To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra,
To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Ly,
To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra Hush now don't you cry
To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra,
To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Ly,
To-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra That's an Irish lullaby.

He laughed as she finished singing. She stood up to go out the door and nearly ran into Lorne, who was standing in the doorway.

"You, my dear, have a beautiful voice." He told her.

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take his little guy to his daddy." She smiled and stepped around him and into the hallway toward the stairs.

Lorne stepped into the room and sat down in the rocking chair Neala had just left and put his head in his hands. Wes walked by the room and stopped when he saw Lorne sitting there.

"Lorne? Are you alright?" He asked stepping into the room.

"I saw her death. He's going to kill her." Lorne said lifting his head up.

"Saw who's death. Who's going to kill who?" Wesley's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Neala's death. Angelus is going to kill her. And soon. I don't know how he comes back, but I gotta warn them." Lorne stood up and left the room, with Wes close behind.

"Angel!" Lorne called.

Angel and Neala were in the lobby on the floor playing with Connor when Lorne came running down the stairs.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Angel said jumping to his feet.

"I saw Angelus kill Neala." Lorne blurted out. Neala eyes widened and she picked Connor up and stood.

"What? How?" Angel was now confused.

"When she was singing to Connor, I saw her death and the one who killed her. Let me tell you, it wasn't pretty." Cordy walked in at that moment.

"Who's death?" She asked. Connor reached for her, and Neala handed him to her.

"Neala's. Angelus is going to kill her." Wes told her.

"Oh." Horror and shock flashed across Cordelia's face as she sat in a chair.