Angel and I go downtown later that night.

"What're we doing?" I ask as we near a bookstore.

"We need books on how to get that demon out of the hotel," Angel replies.

"Why?" I cry.

Angel doesn't answer.

I roll my eyes and hurry to catch up.

We walk into the bookstore and over to the counter.

The owner is sitting, listening to a radio program with this fake laugh-track on it.

I roll my eyes and look up at Angel.

"They keep calling her a zany redhead," the owner mutters. "Could be a brunette for all I can tell. I guess I'll just have to take their word for it."

He looks up and notices us standing there.

"You Denver?" Angel asks.

"No other cat but me," Denver answers. "What can I do you for?"

"We need information on demons."

I roll my eyes.

"You do, you mean," I mutter. "I really could care less."

Denver gets up and walks around the counter.

"Do you now, daddy?" he asks Angel.

I glare up at him.

"He's my dad," I snap.

Denver laughs.

"It's just word kiddo. I don't mean to say that he's my dad."

I continue to glare at him.

He would make such a good dinner. But no! Mister I-have-a soul won't let me kill just one little human!

"We need everything you got on possessing entities, demonic suggestions, exorcisms, cleansing rituals," Angel says ignoring the conversation between me and Denver.

"Try this one," Denver says.

He picks up a book and tosses it to Angel.

As Angel catches it, smoke begins to rise from his hands.

It's a Holy Bible.

Angel drops it and stares at Denver wearing his vamp-face.

Denver quickly pulls out a cross and a wooden stake out of one of the bookshelves and hurries through the apparently empty store to the open front door.

"That's right. Run coward of the night!" he shouts causing several people to stare at him. "And tell your buddies I'm thinking very seriously about putting down my bedroll right here, so you bastards can't just walk in here uninvited! You got any idea who you're dealing with?"

Angel comes up behind him and grabs him in a neck lock.

"Do you?" I sneer leaning around so he can see that's I'm vamp-faced too.

"You too?" Denver squeaks.

I nod and grin thinking of how fast his heat is beating right now.

"I know you got a reputation, that's why we're here," Angel says. "Now, it's been a long time since I've opened a vein, but I'll do it you pull any more of this van Helsing jr. crap with me. And this one here is willing to kill anyone. She doesn't have any morals when it comes to humans. She'll kill you faster than you can blink. Are we clear? I want the books in the back."

Denver nods and Angel let's him go.

Denver takes us into the back room which is filled with books.

Denver is nervous.

I can't stop grinning.

I like nervous and scared humans.

"So you were what, about my age when you where made?" Denver asks Angel.

Angel shrugs.

"I don't know. How old are you?" Angel asks.

"Just north of thirty."

Angel looks offended.

"No!" he cries. "This Thesulac demon, how do I kill it?"

"You don't. You run away from it."

I laugh.

"Angelus?" I cry. "Run away from a demon! Never in a million years! Well unless you count Darla..."

Angel glares down at me and I shut my mouth.

"There's got to be a way to kill it," he says to Denver.

"Well, first you got to make it fat...corporeal. But that only happens after it's had a nice big feed...or if you raise it, but that's tricky and dangerous."

"How?" Angel asks.

"The incantation's there in the book, but you're gonna need an Orb of Ramjarin. Now I have one I can let you have for cheap..."

"For free," Angel says.

Denver goes to get the orb.

"For free," he corrects himself setting the orb next to Angel. "Uh, you'll also need sacred herbs...divining powder and...something really big to hit it with."

He adds the herbs and powder to the bag.

"And that'll kill it?" I ask looking skeptical.

If this was something we were supposed to run away from I doubted hitting it would do much.

Denver is looking around his shelves.

"Well, it might," he answers. "Wouldn't hurt to have a lightning strike, you know, finger of heaven kind of thing. But short of that I'd go with something big and heavy."

He pulls out a fighting ax.

Angel takes it from him.

"Pack it up," he says.

"Two vampires wanting to slay a demon in order to help some grubby humans?" Denver says as he packs up the supplies. "I just don't get it."

Angel grabs the bag.

"To be honest, I'm not sure I do either."

"Neither do I," I agree. "And I'm just following him. I'm not helping."

Denver nods and we walk out.