ngel grabbed Lynn's arm and pinned it behind her back and pushed her up
against the wall... and by instinct she elbowed him in the gut with her free
arm and turned away from him.
"Listen," she said, "I'm not a demon, and," she backed up into the sunlight,
"I'm not a vampire... OK? As to what I am... I'm not really sure." It wasn't
really a lie.
Angel lowered his fists but did not relax, "Fine. But you aren't leaving."
"What?" Lynn said, "Who do you think you are... my... wait..."
The ensouled vampire looked at the young woman in front of him that reminded
him of his beloved, just the thought of that made him relax a little more.
"OK," Lynn said, "but I'm gonna need to get some of my clothes... cuz these
are a little... shreaded."
Nodding, Angel turned back to the elevator and went down, he had to get
dressed and shower too... by that time it should be dusk, and he can take her
to get what she needed.
About an hour later, he and Lynn were walking into the tiny apartment that
the latter lived in. Looking around, Angel noted the shabbiness of the place
as Lynn went into her bedroom to clean up and get changed, along with pack
some of her clothing... she would be staying with Angel for a while.
When she came out of her room, she was wearing her leather jacket over a pair
of black jeans, a white off the shoulder top, and heels. He looked at her,
she was beautiful, but there was no lust there... and as much as she looked
like Buffy, he didn't seem to feel the same way toward her.
"Ready?" asked Angel, she lifted up the bag and nodded, and with that they
left the apartment.