It had been four hours and he was still watching her. Old habits die hard.
She was five feet in front of him curled into the blankets. Sometimes she
would get a terrible look on her face and he knew that she was having
nightmares. About what, he didn't know. Part of him didn't want to know,
another part wanted to know but only if she would tell him. He wondered to
himself if he was going to stop watching her sleep and leave. But he never
thought on that much. He just wanted to sit there watching her while lost
in his thoughts. That's what he liked, thinking about nothing just
pondering about life and the world around him. Complete silence. That's
what he had grown to appreciate during his decades alone. Even after
Sunnydale and his new friends here, he still couldn't forget the silence.
And the alone. Even though that's something he really wanted to forget, he
couldn't. It had been part of him for far too long.
What about her? She never really mentioned anything about her. Never brought up any friends or family. Something about her told him that she had been by herself for a long time. Faith. An odd name for a girl like that. Faith. The name of a girl who was always by herself and didn't trust anyone. The sense of irony was humorous. But she still had that light in her that reflected her name. She just didn't like people getting close enough to see it. But he could see it from a distance.
Faith's eyes slowly began to flutter open. 'Where am I?' In a bed, back at the hotel, her own mind reasoned. How did she get here? All she could hear was a loud pounding of a hang-over and everything from the night before was hazy. She made a soft groaning sound as she tried to sit up.
"I see you're up." Said a deep male voice from close by. She didn't even have to look up to see who the voice belonged to. Angel. 'Great, a guilt trip from mister redemption himself' Faith thought. She didn't need another talk about how she should be careful and how there were a lot of people who would try to hurt her. She already knew that she didn't need a speech about it.
"I'll go make you some coffee and get you some aspirin. With the amount I think that you drank last night, I think you'll need it." He said getting up.
Of course he's right. He always is.....the ass.
What had she done last night though? She remembered going to some downtown club. She was dancing with some guy they were dancing so close together. Then his girlfriend turned up and started screaming at him. Jackass. They were all alike. They say their yours and they have some unsuspecting victim on the side. She was screaming her head off at him and she had decided to leave before she turned to her. The two of them were probably having a make- up cuddle right now then while she was asleep he'd go find someone else. But back to her. She went over to the bar and had and started drinking. Everything started to get hazy after that. How she got home she had no idea, she couldn't even remember how she had got there. Maybe the bartender had called a cab. Suddenly she got a vague memory with her on the stairs with Angel's arm around her. WHAT THE HELL!?! Where did that come from? She remembered leaning into him a nuzzling into his neck. A flash of embarrassment went through her. She had been completely drunk at the time so he wouldn't take it seriously, would he? She wished she could remember what he had done. It was hard to imagine what brooding, stone faced Angel would in a situation like that. No way was she going to bring it up again. The last thing she wanted was Angel to think that she had feelings for him. Just then the door opened and Angel came in with a cup of what looked like coffee.
"Here." He said giving her the cup. She took it from him but didn't drink any. She just stared at the mug. She didn't even have to look up to know that he was still looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her.
"What is it?" she said finally looking up.
He jerked a little. As if breaking out of a momentary trance.
"Nothing Just making sure you were okay." He replied.
"I'm fine." She said in a matter-o-fact kind of tone.
"So...umm...why were you drinking last night." He asked with an obviously uncomfortable sound in his voice.
She almost had to smile at that. He may be a champion but he had a real problem with communicating with people. Wesley had once told her that he wanted to become human and that there was some ancient prophecy that said he one day he would be. Even then he would never be like the other guys. She knew that though she would never say that. It might upset him.
"It just felt like it."
"Are you sure? I mean if there's anything you want to talk about...."
"I said I'm FINE! You don't have to go all deeper meaning on me." She hated giving people information about her, they always ended up using it against her and Angel had a knack for asking personal questions even if he didn't know it.
"Okay." He said with a frown still staring at her.
If you think that you going to get me to crack and tell you my problems like everyone else, then you have got another think coming, she thought.
"I'm going to take a bath." She said, getting up and waking by as quickly as she could with her pounding headache, coffee still in hand.
WOLFRAM AND HART
"So what do we know about the beast and his new beauty?" Lindsey asked Holland in his office with Lilah sitting next to him.
"We have no idea. We've checked every record we could get our hands on. Were going to have to use supernatural connections instead." He said with that familiar smile on his face.
"What do you mean nothing on her?" Lilah asked. "There was to be some school picture, some job, someone who knows who she is."
Just then there came a buzz on the intercom.
"Sir there are some gentlemen here to see you. Something about Angel and some girl named Faith."
Angel sat in the lobby with a book in his hands but that's not where his mind was. He didn't understand why Faith just couldn't tell him what went on in her mind. He wanted to help her but her to her it seemed like nothing was wrong. A flash of last night came into his head with his arm around her waist and her leaning into him. If it was possible his face would turn bright red. Thinking about a woman doing that and even slightly enjoying it was not something he had done in a VERY long time. Even he had to admit Faith had a perfectly gorgeous body. Which caused him guilty because he was trying to get her to trust him. This was not the work he was cut out for.
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What about her? She never really mentioned anything about her. Never brought up any friends or family. Something about her told him that she had been by herself for a long time. Faith. An odd name for a girl like that. Faith. The name of a girl who was always by herself and didn't trust anyone. The sense of irony was humorous. But she still had that light in her that reflected her name. She just didn't like people getting close enough to see it. But he could see it from a distance.
Faith's eyes slowly began to flutter open. 'Where am I?' In a bed, back at the hotel, her own mind reasoned. How did she get here? All she could hear was a loud pounding of a hang-over and everything from the night before was hazy. She made a soft groaning sound as she tried to sit up.
"I see you're up." Said a deep male voice from close by. She didn't even have to look up to see who the voice belonged to. Angel. 'Great, a guilt trip from mister redemption himself' Faith thought. She didn't need another talk about how she should be careful and how there were a lot of people who would try to hurt her. She already knew that she didn't need a speech about it.
"I'll go make you some coffee and get you some aspirin. With the amount I think that you drank last night, I think you'll need it." He said getting up.
Of course he's right. He always is.....the ass.
What had she done last night though? She remembered going to some downtown club. She was dancing with some guy they were dancing so close together. Then his girlfriend turned up and started screaming at him. Jackass. They were all alike. They say their yours and they have some unsuspecting victim on the side. She was screaming her head off at him and she had decided to leave before she turned to her. The two of them were probably having a make- up cuddle right now then while she was asleep he'd go find someone else. But back to her. She went over to the bar and had and started drinking. Everything started to get hazy after that. How she got home she had no idea, she couldn't even remember how she had got there. Maybe the bartender had called a cab. Suddenly she got a vague memory with her on the stairs with Angel's arm around her. WHAT THE HELL!?! Where did that come from? She remembered leaning into him a nuzzling into his neck. A flash of embarrassment went through her. She had been completely drunk at the time so he wouldn't take it seriously, would he? She wished she could remember what he had done. It was hard to imagine what brooding, stone faced Angel would in a situation like that. No way was she going to bring it up again. The last thing she wanted was Angel to think that she had feelings for him. Just then the door opened and Angel came in with a cup of what looked like coffee.
"Here." He said giving her the cup. She took it from him but didn't drink any. She just stared at the mug. She didn't even have to look up to know that he was still looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her.
"What is it?" she said finally looking up.
He jerked a little. As if breaking out of a momentary trance.
"Nothing Just making sure you were okay." He replied.
"I'm fine." She said in a matter-o-fact kind of tone.
"So...umm...why were you drinking last night." He asked with an obviously uncomfortable sound in his voice.
She almost had to smile at that. He may be a champion but he had a real problem with communicating with people. Wesley had once told her that he wanted to become human and that there was some ancient prophecy that said he one day he would be. Even then he would never be like the other guys. She knew that though she would never say that. It might upset him.
"It just felt like it."
"Are you sure? I mean if there's anything you want to talk about...."
"I said I'm FINE! You don't have to go all deeper meaning on me." She hated giving people information about her, they always ended up using it against her and Angel had a knack for asking personal questions even if he didn't know it.
"Okay." He said with a frown still staring at her.
If you think that you going to get me to crack and tell you my problems like everyone else, then you have got another think coming, she thought.
"I'm going to take a bath." She said, getting up and waking by as quickly as she could with her pounding headache, coffee still in hand.
WOLFRAM AND HART
"So what do we know about the beast and his new beauty?" Lindsey asked Holland in his office with Lilah sitting next to him.
"We have no idea. We've checked every record we could get our hands on. Were going to have to use supernatural connections instead." He said with that familiar smile on his face.
"What do you mean nothing on her?" Lilah asked. "There was to be some school picture, some job, someone who knows who she is."
Just then there came a buzz on the intercom.
"Sir there are some gentlemen here to see you. Something about Angel and some girl named Faith."
Angel sat in the lobby with a book in his hands but that's not where his mind was. He didn't understand why Faith just couldn't tell him what went on in her mind. He wanted to help her but her to her it seemed like nothing was wrong. A flash of last night came into his head with his arm around her waist and her leaning into him. If it was possible his face would turn bright red. Thinking about a woman doing that and even slightly enjoying it was not something he had done in a VERY long time. Even he had to admit Faith had a perfectly gorgeous body. Which caused him guilty because he was trying to get her to trust him. This was not the work he was cut out for.
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