Chapter Two- Sweet... Mother Of Balthazar!
Angel just looked at the girl in front of him, then, almost automatically, he shook her hand. "What was your name, again?"
"Lynn Angelus," said Lynn, "Just got in from Philadelphia. I grew up there." She said, nodding.
This girl reminded him of someone, but Angel just couldn't put his finger on it, but he found himself liking this girl, almost against his will and better judgment. "Angel," he said with a mischievous smile to match the one that had formed on Lynn's face.
"I know," she said.
Angel's smile slipped off his face and he let go of her hand. Smile growing, in contrast, Lynn backed away, closer to the shadows. "See you around," she said before disappearing into the darkness.
"Wait!" Angel said, walking over to where Lynn had disappeared. There was nothing there, just a stretch if brick wall. Brow furrowing, Angel turned toward his employees and said, "Come, on. Let's go back to the office." They went to his car, which they had brought with them, and got in. "Where are the keys?" He asked, and Cordelia dug through her bag before supplying them.
When they were safely on their way to the office, Angel decided to speak, "So, how did you two know where to find me?"
Doyle, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tapped the side of his head and said, "Vision."
Angel nodded, but said nothing else. 'Angelus?' he thought to himself, 'Angelus? What kind of a game is this?'
When they arrived at the office, he spoke again, "Cordelia, Doyle, I want you two to try and find out who this girl is, and where I can find her." Then he went into his office.
Angel nodded, but said nothing else. 'Angelus?' he thought to himself, 'Angelus? What kind of a game is this?'
When they arrived at the office, he spoke again, "Cordelia, Doyle, I want you two to try and find out who this girl is, and where I can find her." Then he went into his office leaving the other two speechless behind him.
Angel sat in his office, thinking. Why does it have to take them so long? He felt impatient, he wanted to find this girl quickly, why- he had no idea. He didn't know whether he considered her a threat or not, he didn't know if she was a demon, and he didn't know why he wanted to find her in the first place. He didn't like not knowing things, but what was he to do? Nothing, except find her.
After about an hour, he went out to where Cordelia and Doyle were searching for their "new friend." Upon Angel's entrance, the both looked up and shook their heads at Angel's unasked question. "There's nothing on any Angelus, except you," said the part-demon.
"Then we should see what the word is on the streets," said the vampire.
"Uh, Angel," said Cordelia, "have you looked out the window lately?" The sun had risen, "You can't go anywhere until the sun sets."
"I'll wait then."
Cordelia stood, retrieved her bag and jacket, and said, "Well, I'm off to home, call me if anything interesting happens. I should be home today." Then she walked out.
"I should get going, too," said Doyle, "I'll be back in a few hours, and we can go out and see what we find, alright?" Taking Angel's silence as an affirmative, Doyle followed Cordy out the door.
Angel watched them walk out into the sunlight with a pang of jealousy, which was quickly pushed aside. With a last look at the door, he went down to his apartment for some rest.
Several hours later, Angel woke. He could hear Doyle's and Cordy's voices upstairs. Sliding out from under the blankets, he went to the bathroom and took a shower, dressed, and went upstairs. Cordelia was sitting behind the computer, and Doyle was standing by the door.
When Angel walked in, Doyle said, "Finally," quietly, and then "We should go, now. The sooner we find this girl the better.
Angel tried to hide a smile, and failed, "Right." And, grabbing his jacket, he and Doyle headed out to his car. Soon they were cruising toward a known demon hideout to see what news they had on this girl.
They were soon at their destination, a large abandoned building. "You sure this is the right place?" Angel asked his companion.
"Positive."
They walked up to the door and Angel looked at it for a moment, "Should we knock... or should I just break it down?"
"I'm for the latter," said Doyle.
So looking around quickly, Angel grabbed hold of the door handle and pulled upward. The handle came off into his hand. Throwing it to the side, Angel then pushed the door open and looked inside. No one was there.
Walking into the building, he looked left and right. He had come right into a long hallway that went both ways. Picking a way (the right) and walking down the corridor into the darkness. He could hear Doyle's footsteps coming from behind him.
They walked until the sound of voices came to their ears. There was another door looming into view. The paint was peeling off of it, and the handle was rusting. Walking over to the door, Angel leaned against it and put his ear up against it.
Angel couldn't hear much of what they were saying, something about some vampires not coming back after their hunt, not that Angel cared. The less evil vampires, the better.
Deciding to stop eavesdropping and to get down to business, he turned the door handle and looked inside. There was a small group of vampires grouped in the center of the room. At the sound of the door opening, they turned and saw who had entered, a low growl escaped many lips when they realized who it was.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you," said Angel, adding, "not tonight anyway. I just want to know something about some new girl in town. She's about… this tall," he said bringing his hand up to hover in the air at his chest, "Has dark hair and eyes, and is faster and stronger than she looks."
"Never heard of her," spat one of the vampires, "but that may be why three of our people haven't come back yet."
Angel did nothing, he said nothing, he just stood there. Then out of the blue, he went and grabbed one of the vampires. The fight commenced. Angel felt a savage pleasure in dispensing of them.
Then, quite soon, the room was empty. Angel looked around, not sure of how he felt. Then, as he turned to go, he heard Doyle yell, "Sweet… Mother of Balthazar!"