"Faith?" Angle said looking at her. She was sitting on the couch but she
looked as though she was going to fall over any minute. "You should go to
bed, you look tried."
"I can't. Me room is full of glass and every time I sleep on the couch I wake up sore."
"Oh..." Angel had to think a moment about his next words before saying them, had it been anyone else he wouldn't have hesitated, but this was Faith.
"You can sleep in my room if you want." He said only half looking at her.
"Your room? Where will you sleep?" she giving him a look of surprise, suspicion and a look of anger that he could not place and had no idea why it was there.
"I'm not tired. I don't usually sleep at night anyway. Go ahead." He said walking out of the room still feeling Faith's suspicious stare at the back of his head.
Faith walked into Angel's room and shut the door behind her. In a building with this many rooms you'd think that more then two of them would have been restored by now. She looked around. It looked just like it had that time she had woken up here, confused as to where she was. It was dark in a very elegant kind of way, all of the furniture was covered with, or made of silk, satin, or a very fine velvet. She sat down on the bed. 'I can't sleep here.' She thought to her self. It would be weird, sleeping in a friend's bed. Friend. Yes that's what she had finally admitted to herself, he was her friend. Not the same kind of friendship she had with Wesley or Gunn but it was there. She got under the covers and put her head on the pillow. She tried to close her eyes and sleep. She couldn't. The whole bed was covered with his sent that would always only belong to him. It was too weird, like she was sleeping next to him. She sat up. She wanted to leave but wouldn't. She didn't want him to think his presence made him uncomfortable. With other people, other men it wouldn't have been a big deal, but Angel was different. He saw himself as a monster. No matter what good he did to him he was a monster. And every time she tried to get away, thought that he was to close, or just needed her space, he never thought it was because the real reason, which was that a commitment to another living thing, letting people know her terrified her. He always thought it was because she was afraid of him, because he killed so many innocent people and it disgusted her. She never saw that in Angel.
Angel made her the most nervous, because she wanted to be near him. She liked talking to him not just some of the time, but all of the time. He tried to make her feel safe and happy. And every time he did that she wanted to run away.
Her thoughts went back to Ryan as they had earlier when she was taking her bath. He was the last person who tried to make her that way. She'd been working as a waitress and he had come in that restaurant after a day of school at the city's University. They had started talking and she fell for him immediately. He had done all the things Angel was doing. Let her live in his apartment made her happy. He even started buying things for her. Necklaces, bracelets, sometimes earrings. She loved him so much. He was the first person in her entire life who had ever bothered to care about her. They started sleeping together and for the first time in her life she was completely happy. She was in love and thought he felt the same. That was before she had found out he had a woman he was engaged to out west and had been planning on dumping her before before school was over. He never loved her. She left before he could tell her. She had actually left a note thinking maybe he did care and would come after her. Of course he didn't. She stayed for a week before she left. She cried for days. There was no way in hell she was letting that happen again. Ever.
Angel was in his office sitting alone. In the dark. Again. Thinking about Faith. Again. He couldn't understand her. Why did she get so angry? If he knew what he was doing he would stop it but it seemed to be something new every single time. He'd make breakfast for her, she'd run out of the building. He'd try to give her extra money for shopping and she'd start screaming at him. And getting in a fight with Faith was not a good idea, so he just let it alone. Faith had only been a slayer for a few weeks, but the way she fought, her movements, the power she put behind them. It was amazing and sometimes terrifying to watch. She even seemed to match the darkness she fought in and seemed to fade in and out of it. They way her body moved was extraordinary. But it wasn't just when fighting. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her. His behavior sometimes scared him. And he had a feeling the others were noticing. Cordeila had been talking on the phone earlier to Sunnydale. He then got a call from Giles later about his 'concerns of attachment to this new slayer.' Apparently Buffy had gotten wind of it and was asking questions too. Why couldn't she ever mind her own business? The world didn't evolve around her. Besides they were all being ridiculous. He and Faith weren't meant for each other. Right? He started heading towards his bedroom to make sure she had fallen asleep. Sometimes he would check on her while she was asleep. Most of the time she would roll uncomfortably in her sleep and make small whimpers and slight crys. He knew she had nightmares often. He always wondered what they were. The same one over and over again. Or different ones every night like he had had and still had on occasion. But he seriously doubted that Faith had dreams about the screams of her terrified and murdered victims.
He opened the door quietly but quickly. He looked in to see Faith sound asleep with a small smile on her face and cuddling deeper into the pillows and mattress. He smiled. She was fine. She had the appearance of a sleeping kitten, angel, and goddess rolled in one. And once again he got that same feeling that over took him completely when ever he looked at her. She made him happy. She was the one person he always wanted to be with no matter what happened. He could already feel that. She was special and precious to him. If ANY one besides his close friends found out about this, Faith would be in more danger then any kind of danger she could get in as a 'normal' slayer. And it would be all his fault.
Faith had put on some pj's and then went back to Angel's room to fall asleep. The bed was very soft and after a few minutes the sent that made her nervous before became slightly addicting and cuddled deeper into the covers. She was glad she slept instead of staying awake. It had been one of those rare nights when nightmares of her childhood plagued every second of her sleep. They had been pleasant dreams. She could only remember them vaguely but they were warm and bright. There had been someone there with her though. Some one who made it better. But who was it?
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. The was some light coming through a nearby window. Not enough to kill a vampire but enough to warm the entire room slightly. It would have been a good time to get up but she wanted to rest for a minute longer and kept her head on the pillow and close her eyes when she heard the door quickly open.
"Angel! You in here? I was looking for you down stairs. I couldn't find you so-"
Faith looked over and looked directly into Cordelia's beautiful and suddenly cold eyes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!?! And in his bed no less! Did you sleep with him!?! Was that it? He's evil now. That was your whole plan!!"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" Faith said getting up screaming back at her. How could she think that? No that shouldn't surprise you, she thought to herself. Everyone was thinking the same thing. That she was just here to hurt them. That she was a whore. That's why Angel kept checking up her wasn't it? To make sure she wasn't doing anything wrong.
Just then Angel walked in obviously hearing the yelling.
"What's going on?" he asked looking between the two.
Cordeila spun around to glare at him.
"Did you sleep with her?"
"What?" Angel said still not grasping what was going on around him.
"No. Okay Cordeila. No. And I like to point out that people who live in glass WHORE houses shouldn't throw stones!!" "Oh! Whore? I don't sleep with every single man who gives me attention! How many men have you slept with Faith? Come on let's hear it!"
"Stop it." Angel stated not liking where this conversation was going at all.
"Don't bother! Staying here was a serious mistake. I'll leave." She said walking out of the room.
Angel felt his gut do back flips. There was NO way she could leave. They needed her. HE needed her. He had to make her stay. But first he had to clam down the fuming Cordeila.
"Cordeila! How could you say those things to her?"
"Walking in here that was the only thing I could think of. I've seen the way you look at her Angel. She's your addiction! Normally I wouldn't care but one wrong move and you lose your soul and become a monster and not only will you kill Faith and every other person you care about but you will be damning yourself. And I am not going to let all of that happen to you or anyone else."
"Cordeila, I don't...Faith...I'm not.."
"No not yet but your on your way even if you don't want to admit it to yourself. Just be...careful." She let out a deep sigh. "Look I should go find Wesley. I said I'd meet him for breakfast. I came here to ask you to come but you have other things to take care of." She turned and walked out of the room leaving Angel all by himself.
Faith was in her room putting some clothes in a bag still being careful not to step on the glass that was still spread out all over the floor. Why stay? If they all thought she was going to do something stupid. No one was going to go after her anyway. Even if she wanted them to.
"Faith! Faith wait! You can't just go!" he said half running in the room paying no attention to the glass on the floor.
"Why not? None of you trust me enough to the oint where you'd all actually think that I'd be willing to fuck you to set lose a homicidal killer!" she said more angry at him then anyone else.
"No we don't! Faith please? I trust you. I want you to stay. Besides we need you here and Wesley still has to train you. And you're my, our friend. We'd miss you to much. Please stay."
She looked at him. She wanted to run away from him all over again. She would stay. For a little while longer. She'd miss these people to much. Even Cordeila. They fought all the time but there was still that fondness there.
"Fine." She said quietly. "I'll stay."
Angel felt his muscles relax. She was staying. She'd be safe. For now....
Sorry it's been so long but now that schools FINALLY over I can write much more. How do like this chapter? I tried to get them to show more of there feelings without it being to sudden. What do you think? I love reviews!
"I can't. Me room is full of glass and every time I sleep on the couch I wake up sore."
"Oh..." Angel had to think a moment about his next words before saying them, had it been anyone else he wouldn't have hesitated, but this was Faith.
"You can sleep in my room if you want." He said only half looking at her.
"Your room? Where will you sleep?" she giving him a look of surprise, suspicion and a look of anger that he could not place and had no idea why it was there.
"I'm not tired. I don't usually sleep at night anyway. Go ahead." He said walking out of the room still feeling Faith's suspicious stare at the back of his head.
Faith walked into Angel's room and shut the door behind her. In a building with this many rooms you'd think that more then two of them would have been restored by now. She looked around. It looked just like it had that time she had woken up here, confused as to where she was. It was dark in a very elegant kind of way, all of the furniture was covered with, or made of silk, satin, or a very fine velvet. She sat down on the bed. 'I can't sleep here.' She thought to her self. It would be weird, sleeping in a friend's bed. Friend. Yes that's what she had finally admitted to herself, he was her friend. Not the same kind of friendship she had with Wesley or Gunn but it was there. She got under the covers and put her head on the pillow. She tried to close her eyes and sleep. She couldn't. The whole bed was covered with his sent that would always only belong to him. It was too weird, like she was sleeping next to him. She sat up. She wanted to leave but wouldn't. She didn't want him to think his presence made him uncomfortable. With other people, other men it wouldn't have been a big deal, but Angel was different. He saw himself as a monster. No matter what good he did to him he was a monster. And every time she tried to get away, thought that he was to close, or just needed her space, he never thought it was because the real reason, which was that a commitment to another living thing, letting people know her terrified her. He always thought it was because she was afraid of him, because he killed so many innocent people and it disgusted her. She never saw that in Angel.
Angel made her the most nervous, because she wanted to be near him. She liked talking to him not just some of the time, but all of the time. He tried to make her feel safe and happy. And every time he did that she wanted to run away.
Her thoughts went back to Ryan as they had earlier when she was taking her bath. He was the last person who tried to make her that way. She'd been working as a waitress and he had come in that restaurant after a day of school at the city's University. They had started talking and she fell for him immediately. He had done all the things Angel was doing. Let her live in his apartment made her happy. He even started buying things for her. Necklaces, bracelets, sometimes earrings. She loved him so much. He was the first person in her entire life who had ever bothered to care about her. They started sleeping together and for the first time in her life she was completely happy. She was in love and thought he felt the same. That was before she had found out he had a woman he was engaged to out west and had been planning on dumping her before before school was over. He never loved her. She left before he could tell her. She had actually left a note thinking maybe he did care and would come after her. Of course he didn't. She stayed for a week before she left. She cried for days. There was no way in hell she was letting that happen again. Ever.
Angel was in his office sitting alone. In the dark. Again. Thinking about Faith. Again. He couldn't understand her. Why did she get so angry? If he knew what he was doing he would stop it but it seemed to be something new every single time. He'd make breakfast for her, she'd run out of the building. He'd try to give her extra money for shopping and she'd start screaming at him. And getting in a fight with Faith was not a good idea, so he just let it alone. Faith had only been a slayer for a few weeks, but the way she fought, her movements, the power she put behind them. It was amazing and sometimes terrifying to watch. She even seemed to match the darkness she fought in and seemed to fade in and out of it. They way her body moved was extraordinary. But it wasn't just when fighting. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her. His behavior sometimes scared him. And he had a feeling the others were noticing. Cordeila had been talking on the phone earlier to Sunnydale. He then got a call from Giles later about his 'concerns of attachment to this new slayer.' Apparently Buffy had gotten wind of it and was asking questions too. Why couldn't she ever mind her own business? The world didn't evolve around her. Besides they were all being ridiculous. He and Faith weren't meant for each other. Right? He started heading towards his bedroom to make sure she had fallen asleep. Sometimes he would check on her while she was asleep. Most of the time she would roll uncomfortably in her sleep and make small whimpers and slight crys. He knew she had nightmares often. He always wondered what they were. The same one over and over again. Or different ones every night like he had had and still had on occasion. But he seriously doubted that Faith had dreams about the screams of her terrified and murdered victims.
He opened the door quietly but quickly. He looked in to see Faith sound asleep with a small smile on her face and cuddling deeper into the pillows and mattress. He smiled. She was fine. She had the appearance of a sleeping kitten, angel, and goddess rolled in one. And once again he got that same feeling that over took him completely when ever he looked at her. She made him happy. She was the one person he always wanted to be with no matter what happened. He could already feel that. She was special and precious to him. If ANY one besides his close friends found out about this, Faith would be in more danger then any kind of danger she could get in as a 'normal' slayer. And it would be all his fault.
Faith had put on some pj's and then went back to Angel's room to fall asleep. The bed was very soft and after a few minutes the sent that made her nervous before became slightly addicting and cuddled deeper into the covers. She was glad she slept instead of staying awake. It had been one of those rare nights when nightmares of her childhood plagued every second of her sleep. They had been pleasant dreams. She could only remember them vaguely but they were warm and bright. There had been someone there with her though. Some one who made it better. But who was it?
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. The was some light coming through a nearby window. Not enough to kill a vampire but enough to warm the entire room slightly. It would have been a good time to get up but she wanted to rest for a minute longer and kept her head on the pillow and close her eyes when she heard the door quickly open.
"Angel! You in here? I was looking for you down stairs. I couldn't find you so-"
Faith looked over and looked directly into Cordelia's beautiful and suddenly cold eyes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!?! And in his bed no less! Did you sleep with him!?! Was that it? He's evil now. That was your whole plan!!"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" Faith said getting up screaming back at her. How could she think that? No that shouldn't surprise you, she thought to herself. Everyone was thinking the same thing. That she was just here to hurt them. That she was a whore. That's why Angel kept checking up her wasn't it? To make sure she wasn't doing anything wrong.
Just then Angel walked in obviously hearing the yelling.
"What's going on?" he asked looking between the two.
Cordeila spun around to glare at him.
"Did you sleep with her?"
"What?" Angel said still not grasping what was going on around him.
"No. Okay Cordeila. No. And I like to point out that people who live in glass WHORE houses shouldn't throw stones!!" "Oh! Whore? I don't sleep with every single man who gives me attention! How many men have you slept with Faith? Come on let's hear it!"
"Stop it." Angel stated not liking where this conversation was going at all.
"Don't bother! Staying here was a serious mistake. I'll leave." She said walking out of the room.
Angel felt his gut do back flips. There was NO way she could leave. They needed her. HE needed her. He had to make her stay. But first he had to clam down the fuming Cordeila.
"Cordeila! How could you say those things to her?"
"Walking in here that was the only thing I could think of. I've seen the way you look at her Angel. She's your addiction! Normally I wouldn't care but one wrong move and you lose your soul and become a monster and not only will you kill Faith and every other person you care about but you will be damning yourself. And I am not going to let all of that happen to you or anyone else."
"Cordeila, I don't...Faith...I'm not.."
"No not yet but your on your way even if you don't want to admit it to yourself. Just be...careful." She let out a deep sigh. "Look I should go find Wesley. I said I'd meet him for breakfast. I came here to ask you to come but you have other things to take care of." She turned and walked out of the room leaving Angel all by himself.
Faith was in her room putting some clothes in a bag still being careful not to step on the glass that was still spread out all over the floor. Why stay? If they all thought she was going to do something stupid. No one was going to go after her anyway. Even if she wanted them to.
"Faith! Faith wait! You can't just go!" he said half running in the room paying no attention to the glass on the floor.
"Why not? None of you trust me enough to the oint where you'd all actually think that I'd be willing to fuck you to set lose a homicidal killer!" she said more angry at him then anyone else.
"No we don't! Faith please? I trust you. I want you to stay. Besides we need you here and Wesley still has to train you. And you're my, our friend. We'd miss you to much. Please stay."
She looked at him. She wanted to run away from him all over again. She would stay. For a little while longer. She'd miss these people to much. Even Cordeila. They fought all the time but there was still that fondness there.
"Fine." She said quietly. "I'll stay."
Angel felt his muscles relax. She was staying. She'd be safe. For now....
Sorry it's been so long but now that schools FINALLY over I can write much more. How do like this chapter? I tried to get them to show more of there feelings without it being to sudden. What do you think? I love reviews!