Angel prowled down an alley, the printout still clasped in his hand, Something about what Cordelia had printed off seemed familiar to him but he couldn't remember how. He hoped that when he returned to the Office Cordelia hadn't killed Doyle, even though he knew the brunette had a soft spot for the Irish seer/half demon. He'd be surprised if they didn't end up going out soon.
"They're against you." came an eerie whisper from the shadows snapping the vampire out the thoughts of his colleagues.
"Really? And who are they exactly?" asked Angel turning around only to see no one.
"They are against you." came another whisper in the same eerie voice.
Angel narrowed his eyes and could see a figure stood at the other end of the alley.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Angel as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the alley, but all he could see was the outline of the figure.
"I'm just a messenger from the Powers That Be. I'm here to help you," said the figure, in a sweet voice that sounded just like Darla when she'd been seducing him before he'd been turned.
"Oh yeah?" asked angel a growl in his throat, he didn't like this situation and could tell something bad was going to happen.
"Yes Angelus, I know about your past, the seer and the human are against you," said the figure, as it appeared in the light and what Angel saw nearly made his jaw drop.
The figure was a female with long blonde hair that reached her waist and blue eyes. She was dressed in the kind of clothes Cordelia used to wear in Sunnydale to entice Xander along with the many other guys who looked at her.
A short black skirt started at her pale navel and finished at her top of her thigh.
Black leather ankle boots covered her feet and a black top covered from above her top half to the top of her ribs.
"I'm Circe, Angelus I have never seem such an angelic face up close before." smiled the blonde female approaching the vampire and stroking his cheek.
Angel couldn't help but smile at the soft touch of her skin.
"Come along Angelus, I have much to tell you." smiled Circe taking him by the hand and leading him down the alley, the printout dropping from his hand.