After the four spent sometime catching up, Wesley returned to his hotel room. Xander and Cordelia left Angel's apartment. Wesley had given them a number in which they could contact him with.
They standing out side of Cordelia's apartment...
"It's not much, but it's home!" Cordelia said putting the key into the door, then opening it. The key sticks in the lock and she bangs her elbow on the doorframe. She turns on the light.
"This is much better than my parents basement. Good lighting..." said Xander as the light flickers, "No moldy smell"
Cordelia laughs softly she knew Xander was trying to make her feel better. She knew this place was a dump.
"Well, we'll have to share the pull out sofa. Hope you don't mind"
Xander grinned.
"Share a bed with the Cordelia Chase? The dream of every male in Sunnydale High."
"Pig!"
Xander sat down on the sofa, as Cordelia gathered up some dirty dishes to take to the kitchen. She watched the two HUGE cockroaches that were sitting on top of the TV. They would wave their antenna at each other then at Xander. She got the feeling.
A shriek came from the kitchen.
"Cor!"
"I'm fine! The...the water spurted at me." She said coming into the living room.
"Pack a bag, Cordy!" Xander said still watching the roaches.
"Why?"
"We are not staying with the radioactive armor plated mutant cockroaches. I think they're planning something." After Xander said that one of the roaches rose up on it's back legs and hissed at them.
"Going,"Cordelia agreed, " Where are we going?"
"My motel room."
"So how is this place supposed to be better than my apartment?" Cordelia asked with a sneering tone. Xander sighed, true this place wasn't in the best part of town but it was cheep and it did have something going for it that Cordelia's place didn't.
"This place is a rat trap...not a roach motel."
"You have a point." Said Cordelia.
"Look, why don't you go get us some sodas from the machine down the hall?" Xander said handing her a couple of dollars. Cordelia shifted her overnight bag on her shoulder.
"Fine. But don't think I'll make a habit of this."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Cor"
Xander watched her go, and then turned toward her room door. Her eyes glowed briefly before she opened the door. Walking in she left the door open, and turned on a near by light. She noticed her overnight bag was next to the door, look like some one threw it over there.
'Funny, I thought I left that on the bed.' She thought.
"Hello, Hyena"
Xander turned at the sound of the voice. A demon with brown skin with spines on and along the sides of his hairless head. He had a gun pointed at her, which had been the first thing she had learned when she got to LA. The demons here weren't stuck in the middle ages.
"I think you got the wrong place." Xander said calmly.
"You owe money."
"It's all about the money. What about friendship and family, all the things that are priceless, like in that credit card commercial." The demon just looks at her.
"Yeah, I don't believe in those things either." She sighs, " OK, I can see you're a demon of focus...I have the money over here." She walks over to a dresser, and opens a drawer she reaches into it. The demon suddenly comes up behind her, slamming the draw on her hand. She suppresses a cry of pain.
"Your not dumb enough to have a gun in there are you?" asked the demon.
"No! I hate guns. Here look!" said Xander pulling out the drawer and hits the demon in the chin with it, he staggers back a ways. Xander runs out the door, grabbing her bag along the way, goes down the hall. She grabs Cordelia's arm, causing her to drop the sodas she was carrying.
"Hey, what's with the grabbing?" asks Cordelia while trying to get Xander to let her go.
'Less talking, more running!" Cordelia saw the demon over Xander's shoulder.
"Right!"
When they got to the street, Xander whistled loudly, stopping a near by cab. They get in and Cordelia give the driver her address, as Xander watched the demon look around for them as the drove away.
"So how long have you been in LA?" Asks Cordelia when she got her breath back.
" Just a few weeks, less than a month." Xander mutters.
"Long enough to make such interesting friends." Cordelia snarks.
"Yeah, interesting, that's one word for it."