Chapter Three- Found:
(Authors Note: Just FYI the title of the last chapter was basically given to me by a friend, and I would like to thank her for that.)
"Sweet mother of Balthazar!" Angel heard Doyle's voice say. The vampire turned around to face his friend and employee to see another vampire grabbing the demon from behind. Taking two long strides to where Doyle was he pulled off the vampire and quickly disposed of him.
Dead end, Angel thought, and looking at Doyle he said, "Any other ideas?" He felt irritated, and he didn't like it.
"No," said Doyle, "but I could use a drink."
Angel had to smile at that, "Alright," said the vampire, "let's go get you a drink." Walking out of the building, they went to his car and got in. Angel got behind the wheel and Doyle got into the passenger seat beside him. They drove for a few moments, until they came to a small club. Angel parked the car by the curb and they got out and went into the club.
Doyle went up to the counter and ordered his drink. Angel looked around as the demon drank. His eyes were drawn to the stage where there were people performing some sort of song that involved a lot of slamming on the guitar and screaming. That's music? Angel found himself thinking. Then the song stopped suddenly, Angel would never had know it was the end had they not stopped playing. There seemed to be no definable beginning, middle, or end.
The people on the stage got up and left the stage, taking the instruments with them. Then others trooped onto the stage and took their place. Three guys took the posts of lead guitarist, basest, and drummer, and a girl took the place in front of the microphone. When Angel saw the girl, he stood up and said, "Doyle," softly, "that's the one we're looking for."
The half-bracken looked over the rim of his glass to look at the girl. "You sure?" he asked.
"Positive," Angel said, he wouldn't have been able to forget her face even if he had tried. She reminded him of something he couldn't seem to put his finger on. He was partially out of his seat when the music started. He froze, in an odd squatting position over the chair, watching the people on the stage. The guitarist and drummer had started something, and then the basest joined in. A few seconds later, the girl's voice was heard over the instruments.
Angel was surprised, he hadn't expected her to be able to sing. So, she kills things, and then on her days off she sings? Angel thought. He realized that he was attracting a lot of odd looks, and saw that he was still partially out of his chair. Sitting back down, he continued to watch the "show" that was being put on. These people were unquestionably better that the previous group. There was no screaming, and Angel pretty much knew when it was going to end. And when it did, he got up and made his was to the exit, and then circled the building to the back. Leaving Doyle looking after him at the counter.
Angel waited in the back for a while, an hour- two, he didn't know nor did he care. He waited there until he heard the door open and looking at it he saw that there was the person he had been waiting for. She was digging through her trench pocket, that is, until she looked up and at the place where Angel was hidden in the shadows. "Alright," she said, "come on out, I know you're there."
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he noted that her hand was still in her pocket, and it was balled up underneath the material, Probably has a stake, he thought. Then he stepped out of the shadows.
Letting go of what had indeed been a stake, Lynn looked at the souled vampire. "You don't have to hide from me," she said softly, "I don't bite, and I know you don't. Not anymore, anyway."
Angel's lip twitched with amusement. Then it clicked, he knew who this girl reminded him of: Buffy. She looked almost exactly like her, only with deliberate mistakes. Her hair was curly and brown, not straight and blonde, and she was taller. Her nose was a bit longer, and she had paler skin. Other than that, Angel would have sworn that they were the same person.
Lynn noticed him looking at her and smiled. She had no idea why she was under such close scrutiny, but what does it matter, she thought. Walking up to him, she opened her mouth to talk, but then the feel of something piercing her side came to her. She looked down and saw an arrow sticking out of it. OUCH! But nothing came out of her mouth, instead, she fell forward into Angel's arms and allowed him to carry her quickly out of the ally. Why didn't I feel this comeing? she thought to herself.
Angel practically ran out of the ally with Lynn in his arms.