After entering the colony, Angel was quickly lead to a large building a few blocks away. As he walked through the hallways he could tell that this wasn't his apartment building. The halls were long and narrow and the walls were made from a silver metal that reflected the fluorescent lighting. After many twists, turns, and key cards, he was finally brought to a large room. The walls were no longer silver but white, covered with pictures of what Angel assumed were former council members. In the middle of the room was a large desk, made from steel with papers neatly resting on top of it. Behind it was two men. The first was seated at the desk, a larger man with a stern face, studying the papers before him. The second was taller and well built; his grey hair was cut short and was dressed in a black and white suit. His eyes were fixed on Angel's, cold hatred burning within them. Angel held his gaze until the man finally turned to the other, clearing his throat in annoyance.

The larger man looked up from his papers, giving Angel an inquisitive look.

"Ah yes, Mr. Angel. Welcome to Colony 015. My name is Quentin Travers, as you may know I am head of the Council. This is my colleague Richard Garrison, he is what you would call second in command." Standing up, Quentin crossed the room to stand a few feet in front of the vampire. "I'm pleased to see that you came quietly, I'm sure my men wouldn't have enjoyed trying to sedate you."

Angel clenched his jaw, his expression becoming unreadable.

"Well, I'm overjoyed that you are satisfied but all I'm interested in at this point is why the hell you brought me here."

The taller man, Richard, turned red with anger.

"How dare you speak to us like that you ungrateful-"

"Now Richard," Quentin started in a stern voice, "The vampire asked a reasonable question, and to answer it Mr. Angel, we brought you here because we know of your good deeds and think that you may be of more use here than your past residences."

"That's a lie and we both know it." Angel said, glaring at the man.

"You're right, it is. But lie or not it's the only information on the matter you're going to receive. Now, the locals have been alerted to your presence, they will know what you are and I will warn you that this colony is full of warriors and this is the base for the Council. You are not to become violent towards the inhabitants and are not to drink from any human while you're here. You will be given a small apartment to stay in but you will have to find some way to get anything else you may need. Also, be aware that you will not be allowed to leave here and that because of the large number of warriors here, all who eventually report to us, we will know if you try anything."

When Angel didn't reply Quentin waved his hand.

"Very well, I'm assuming you understand the rules. These men will take you to your apartment and then you will be free to do as you wish."

The men surrounding Angel quickly turned and started ushering him towards the door. With one final glance at the two leaders, Angel turned and followed the warriors down the halls.

Once they were outside, the men began leading Angel through the roads and he couldn't help but notice the strange appearance of the city. The roads were paved, however the once black pavement had turned a light grey and cracks and potholes seemed to fill the streets. As expected, there were no cars of any kind on the road, nowadays it was really only council members who drove at all. They passed a few subway stations, which Angel guessed ran throughout the whole city, and although few people were outside at this time of night, there were small groups of people wandering around. Most of them wore plain, lightly coloured clothes, only a few of the teenagers seemed to wear vibrant colours. Another thing Angel noticed were the huge buildings around him. All of them seemed to be made of metals and it looked as though most of them were housing complexes. Angel had always heard that California was one of the most highly populated areas, but he had never thought that there would be enough people to fill that many buildings.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud motor broke Angel from his thoughts. He quickly looked around for the source of the noise, until his eyes came upon a small red motorbike coming towards them. The warriors around Angel halted as one of them; a tall black man, came forward as the bike slowed to a stop.

"Summers," the black man started, "Mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of night?"

The biker reached up and removed their helmet, Angel could only stare in shock as their face came into view. Standing only a few feet away from him was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her hair was golden blonde, reaching just past her shoulders. She had fair skin and emerald green eyes that Angel knew he would never forget. There was something about this girl, a spark that seemed to illuminate everything around her. Angel had an incredible urge to protect her, ensure that no one would ever hurt the blonde goddess before him. After only seeing her for a few seconds, Angel was certain of one thing- he was completely and truly in love.

The blonde woman turned to the man who had questioned her,

"Gunn, hey. I was just heading back home. Having one of those late nights at the Bronze you know."

The man, Gunn, gave her a chastising look.

"Buffy, you shouldn't be out patrolling. If the council wanted you out on active duty you would be. You're not ready."

"What gives you the idea I was patrolling? I'm simply on my way home." She replied, giving him her best innocent, puppy-dog eyes.

Gunn sighed,

"Whatever you say Summers. Get home and stop trying to-"

"-Do your job. I know, I know. Fine, you guys go along your merry little way; I promise I'll scurry home."

Deciding not to argue anymore, Gunn nodded to the men and started walking again. As Angel turned to glance at the blonde beauty, his eyes locked with hers. It was as though he could see into her very soul, watch as the many emotions rushed through her. Entranced, he could only stare at her, unwilling to move. It was only when one of the warriors pushed him forward that he was forced to break eye contact. Reluctantly turning, Angel started down the road again; slowly growing further and further from a woman he was sure would never remember him.

Little did he know, the small blonde warrior stared at his retreating form, her mind already filled with questions about the handsome stranger. Who was he? Why had he affected her so much? And how, after only a few moments, had he managed to get closer to her than anyone else had before?

End of Chapter Two.