Chapter 9: Bloodless.
Fred found out about Angel having a kid, Spike too. Angel still doesn't know what to do about Connor who is dying…apparently….
- "One day…or another…Im gonna getcha….lalalalala"
Lorne's voice was sounding inside his office, since the little incident during Halloween he took a little pause, working with a, Id rather say, human rhythm. The door opened and the little red head appeared:
- "I knocked but I didn't hear an answer. Is this a bad time?" Eve asked with her usual really diplomatic voice. Lorne looked at her with his eternal happy look.
- "No you don't" he said with a sing song voice "What can I do for you?"
She got in the room, staying beside the open door, she looked at him amused, Lorne was of the kind that cant let people indifferent, with his natural way to make you feel appreciated and welcomed.
- "I have to talk to you its important, Ill wait for you in Angel's office, in about ten minutes?" she said waiting for a positive answer. Lorne was about to answer when the phone rang, he took it:
- "What about twenty?" he said.
Eve nodded and got out lightly, shutting the door carefully. Lorne appeared to be always doing great work, important work…What is his job anyway? Eve wondered. She went through those long luxurious corridors. She walked confident toward Gunn's office, when she arrived at his door, it was already open a little and she could hear the sound of Gunn's voice arguing nonchalantly with someone. Gunn was kindda pissed, with his strong voice full of assurance and intelligence, well W&H gave him the knowledge like it had to plenty of their lawyers but Gunn wore it pretty well. He had this class which appeared to be his own and this presence, he wasn't so much a lead in all the Angel and Co thingy but even so people couldn't stop wondering. She smiled, for a reason she didn't know she was proud of him, he was screaming at someone probably one of his people, he had so much character, she liked that, found it sexy. The door opened so she, surprised, stepped back a little letting the really depressed looking man who got out the room with files in his arms. She then approached the door and putting her head inside knocked. Gunn, who was obviously really busy, looked her and waited for her to say what she had to say. When he said nothing she went in.
- "Hi!" she said apologetic "I need to talk to you, Angel's office fifteen minutes" Gunn opened his mouth, certainly to point that he was really busy but Eve went forward "It is really important, really" on that she left. Gunn sighed. He was kindda bored but if it was important he couldn't say no. With the years in this mess he knew well that important could be explained by synonymous like, big trouble, danger or something terrible is going to happen and its nothing like you would've, in your big knowledge in oddities, imagined.
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White walls, white corridors, white people wearing white coats, I hate white, Angel thought, wandering in the hospital, or private W&H clinic, a doctor was following him around explaining to him what he had already explained him in the phone, embolism, hemorrhage, too tired, cant do it anymore etc…When Angel was out he was realistic, no powers back, no more demons and blowing up people, but when, like now, he was front of this white bed, a little body inside it with a light move of the covers. Well, all of a sudden, it was, it can't work like that, of course, he belongs with me. Angel was getting angry now, those words Wolfram and Hart written everywhere in the building, on the cards, on the walls, on the papers, on the machines…when they couldn't do anything, so much power that couldn't even save one small life. How came not now when then did?
Angel went out of the clinic after the sunset, he decided he would walk the 2 miles that separated him from W&H's headquarter. Walking the head toward the ground, really pensive figure passing unnoticed in the streets. When suddenly he realized something, he'd been in that alley before…Yeah, this animated piece of LA, was the place he first saw Darla when W&H brought her back. She was trying to torment him, successfully. Same street, same perfume, same troubled mind. And here he saw that delightful silhouette, like a wind mixing colours and tunes, pale and white, yellow and bright, she passed near him and he closed his eyes. You cant really look at what you know isn't, eyes can lie…but even in the air this perfume of hers…He followed this perfume, his eyes still closed, she would know, she would've done better, sure she would have, she was his mother, Connor's mother, she wouldn't have been fooled by her own wishes and by Holtz's act, she wasn't blind like he was trying to keep his eyes closed, to keep his desires founded since not unfounded.
When this perfume was gone, Angel open his eyes and he was on that spot, that spot where Connor was born, where Darla had died.. He just sat down, on the filthy ground, his head on his knees.
Time to move on. Life's that way, you can stay still or you can move on. Which is better, well nobody's gonna lie to you, there's no answer to that but yet the simple question, does that make you happy? Is the key to great things. I don't deserve to be happy. Angel got up and made his way toward W&H. The discussions with himself were like dead ends, there's no arguing with your self, there's no questions you might ask you'd already knew the answers, it's like the snake eating its on tail.
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Harmony tried to get the closest she could of the door. She didn't hear a thing, and well it was frustrating! Especially when Spike was teasing her:
_ "I know what they're talking about! You see, its really important top secret."…"No no I can't tell you! No need to beg!"…"What? Yeah it's a pretty skirt"
Angel arriving at his office meant for Harmony to make some analysis, is he in good mood? Does he look hungry? Does he look like if I bother him he's going to rip me apart? Obviously, no, no and yes, yes definitely yes…So she made herself the smallest she could and just whispered when he was near her.
- "All of them are in here talking with Eve, she said I had to tell you"
Angel frowned and looked the door intensively. When he heard a voice on a corner singing inaudibly:
- "Should I stay or should I go"
Angel groaned at him. Spike…Angel took a big breath before getting in that room. Hell it was going to be, well hell he was going to see…
