Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Angel, just Sienna and Ashiria
Things you need to know before I start:
Italics - thoughts of characters
" " - things said by characters
( ) - things I put in to help you if you are confused….or just my random comments (or not so random, depends)
Note: This story starts between 'Dead End' and 'Belonging' so no Connor stuff has happened yet.
Chapter 1:
It was a dark and dreary night. It was exactly 2:02 am and outside the Hyperion hotel the rain was pouring down unmercifully. The wind was howling and bashing against the hotel, while lightning struck and thunder clashed overhead. Fred, Wesley, Gunn, and Cordelia where all still there, working hard on a recent case with Angel. Cordelia was on the computer, Wesley was going through his ancient books (really no surprise there), Gunn at the computer with Cordelia, Fred was doing physiological schematics, and Angel was pacing back and forth clearly deep in thought.
"What is Angel thinking about so intently?" asked Cordelia as she broke her gaze from the computer to gaze in confusion at Angel.
"Beats me, I ain't no psychic." replied Gunn looking up at Angel as well.
"Angel has been acting a little strange ever since he turned back into Angelus for 48 hours 9 months ago. Kind of off balance of things that are going on and need to be done," Wesley put in without even glancing up from his beloved texts.
"I wonder what he did while he was Angelus that made him so upset and out of it, scratch that, I really don't think I want to know." said Gunn returning his focus on the computer screen before him.
How could I do that? I wouldn't even think of doing it without me being Angelus. How could I do such a thing! I'm glad the others don't know, and I don't plan on ever telling them. There is no way I could never tell them. They would never look at me the same way, with trust, compassion, and respect. Oh, that poor woman!
Angel's thoughts were immediately interrupted by a harsh, rapid knocking on the door. Angel quickly went to get the door while the others walked into the foyer to see who could be at the door at 2:04 am, especially in weather such as this. Angel swiftly opened the door and froze at the site in front of him.
"It's you." Angel said softly to the figure in the doorway in awe, shock, and fear of one of his worst nightmares coming to life.
TBC: Emotions run high at the arrival of a new guest and everyone receives a shock or twenty about what really happened when Angel had turned evil.