Hi! Thanks to all of you who reviewed! I tried my best and this is. I hate doing the second chapter as I find it hard to get the right storyline in to place. Here you go!

Next day.

The drive down to LA had not been a pleasant one. The awkward silence was absolute. Angel had agreed with Giles on all accounts, Buffy needed to be out of the scene for a while. Buffy had agreed on only the issue that she needed a break anyways. Things were still tense between them.

'Here you go then, Buffy', said Giles as he handed her her bag. 'I know this is rather difficult but it really is for your own good. The world would be turned in to another dimension of hell if you were killed. The power the Totorons have is vast and they are more than likely able to kill you. I simply don't know what to do, no one has ever come close to defeating them, which is why you have to disappear for a while.' Giles grinned half-heartedly and then drove away leaving Buffy standing on the kerb outside Angel Investigations.

Buffy slung her bag over her shoulder and walked in through the door, the sun had just set leaving the air slightly cold. Inside Cordelia was sat at a desk, typing away in to a laptop.

'Cordelia? What are you doing here?' Buffy was shocked that Cordelia was here. So far none of the Scoobies had made contact with her and as far as they knew she was living the high life.

'Don't get used to it. At the moment I'm working for Angel till everything falls in to place with my high paying acting career.' Cordelia's still being snooty, thought Buffy.

'Good. Where's…Angel?' asked Buffy, being stuck in a room with Cordelia was never the best way to spend an evening, it always ended up in disagreements.

'Working. He won't be back for a while so you can go and do your little slay thing. Kill badness an all.'

'Sure', answered Buffy bitterly. Of course Angel wasn't here. It would just be too simple to sort all the emotional stuff out quickly. 'No', thought Buffy, ' shouldn't be angry with Angel, he gave me reasons for leaving and I know it's right'.

Buffy put down her bag and left the building. Once in the street she looked out at LA: still big, still monsters. Now where could the monsters be?

1093 Hoyden Park, Mrs Wheloms residence.

The house was large and spooky looking. Mrs Wheloms hadn't looked after it in years, well; at least not since that husband she was always ragging on about died. Things had infested there: rats, woodworm, vampires. Matter of fact Angel was struggling to kill one now. The thing had him in a headlock and Angel's neck was making noises that were not healthy. Angel flipped it over his head, spinned quickly and booted it sharply in the head as soon as it landed. Dazed and peed off it responded by giving him the finger. 'Whatever makes you happy', thought Angel, smirking at the vampires' stupidity. While giving him pointless insults it hadn't noticed a large stake appearing from under Angel's sleeve, and with the grace of a magicians assistant he stuck it where it belonged.

'Abracadabra' said Angel turning to see where Doyle had got. Doyle was out of harm, sort-of, he was having another vision, large pointy spikes sticking out of his head. In a comical way he was looked like a hedgehog.

'Ahhhh', gasped Doyle, 'Buffy's here, and there's a nest of macula demons on Quill Street'. Doyle's spikes slid back in to his body leaving him looking perfectly normal. 'Angel? You going to Buffy or the demons? I can grab Cordy and a flame thrower and we'll handle them if you want.'

'I guess you should. Thanks Doyle.' Angel grabbed the tonfas he had dropped earlier and left the room pausing to knock on the closet.

'Mrs Wheloms? Your demon problem has gone, it's safe now.' Listening against the door he heard a muffled squeak of a thank you. His job was done, another baby step closer to redemption.

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