"I'm telling you... he's changed." Cordillia said to Wesley

"So what?" Wesley sighed, looking up from his book

Cordillia was sitting on the desk in the hotel lobby, staring at a sleeping Angel, passed out on the couch.

"He's been sleeping like crazy."

"Only during the day, which is natural for vampires." Wesley reasoned, turning a page

"He's been dressing different."

"I'd imagine so, since he got his reflection back... he probably wants to experiment with his clothing style a bit..."

"He's been acting weird."

"Cordillia... he's the King of Weird."

Cordillia cocked her head at him, looking at him strangely.

"King of Weird? Did you really just say that?"

Wesley rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying..." Cordillia said "I think we should keep an eye on him. Because ya know... with the way he's been dressing and acting, perfect happiness won't be too far off, and then we'll have Evil Angel with all those super powers."

"I don't think the curse applies to him anymore..."

"How do you know?"

"Well... it's not like he hasn't been--." He geustered with his eyebrows

"Well how do you know that?" She asked

"For crying out loud Cordillia... he carried four cups of coffee upstairs yesterday. And he doesn't even like that brew!"

Cordillia rolled her eyes. She then turned back to the couch to find Angel gone. When she turned back around, Angel stood less then four inches from her.

"Aww!"

"Morning." He said softly

"Yeah... top of the late afternoon to you too."

Angel smiled and stretched, his abs peaking out from the top of his leather pants and white tank top. He reached for the coffee.

"What kind is this?" He asked

"Same as yesterday."

"Ew." He replied, walking away from it still groggy. He moved over to the door and opened it. It was still light out. He stepped out into it and stretched, feeling unnaturally tired.

The light didn't burn him anymore. It didn't exactly welcome him either, it was almost like it drained some of the energy from him, as whenever the sun was up, and especially when he was outside, he felt the extreme urge to nap.

"Sleep well?" Cordillia asked

Angel didn't answer, instead he put his hand on his growling stomach.

Why am I so hungry?

Angel moved to the mini fridge and opened it. He pulled out a bag of pigs blood and bit into it, not even bothering to pour it into a glass like usual. He then colasped to the floor, drinking in a frenzy. He then repeated the treatment until the refrigeator was empty. He stood, panting and blood still on his lips.

"Are you okay?"

Angel looked up at Cordillia, blood on his lips and lust in his eyes. Wesley had left the room while he was feeding. It was just the two of them. Angel licked the blood off of his lips and approached her.

"Yes." He said "I'll be fine."

He wrapped his arms around her.

"You're so warm..." He said softly in her ear

Cordillia knew she should move, but couldn't. Something about him was just acting as a magnet. She wanted him so badly in that instant. He simple touch seemed to bring pure ectasy.

"You smell... so good." He murmered

"Mmm-hmm..." Cordillia managed to say

Angel turned Cordillia to look him in the eye.

"Are you mine?" He asked

Cordillia felt herself nodd.

"Do you want me?"

She nodded again. Angel smiled. His face didn't morph anymore, it stayed the same. Only his white and sharp canines elongatated. He turned his head to bite her, but then he felt it.

His strength increased and his power soared. He turned his head back and let it engulf him. The call of the night. The call of his children for their new master. He looked down at Cordillia, nearly limp in his arms and kissed her.

"We'll finish this another time." He murmered in her ear, and moving away swifter than he ever had. Before Cordillia could open her eyes, Angel was gone.