Chapter 11

Whistler didn't have to convince Buffy to take the car this time. As they exited the bar she promptly walked over and got in the passenger seat. Whistler just smiled as he climbed in and started the car, never speaking a word just glancing over and giving a smirk that made his point clear.

It was a short drive to the meeting place and before Buffy could even get comfortable in the seat they had arrived.

Buffy reluctantly got out of the car and waited for Whistler to show the way. He sat in the car for a moment, doing what Buffy had no idea, and when he finally emerged he put his hat on and began to walk down the side walk.

Buffy wasn't sure what was going on or who they were going to meet but the whole thing was giving her a headache, and her legs were so sore she thought she wouldn't be able to walk another block.

Whistler stopped in front of a small shop that looked like it sold tours to stars homes. It was quaint and the back of the store had a small table and chairs in a dark corner that looked like people came to chat and drink coffee. They took a seat and Buffy was glad for the rest.

She eased back in the chair and rubbed her aching neck. It wasn't long before they were joined by a man. He was skinny with dark hair and at first glance Buffy thought he looked like Willie the snitch.

He sat at the table and gave Buffy a lusty smile that made her blush at first then she gave a grim leer causing him to look quickly at Whistler.

"So, I'm guessing this is a business call since we're not at the pub having a pint. What can I do for you?"

He had an Irish accent and the sound caused a pain deep down in Buffy's stomach. She instinctively clutched at her abdomen and fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Angel was from Ireland. And the sound of this mans accent reminded her of the ring she had dared not to part with since he had given it to her on her birthday.

"Yea…um… sorry about that man. I really appreciate you coming out on such short notice. My friend here is in need of some information. She needs to see the Oracles. I know you have first hand knowledge of where to go, so can you help us?"

The man sat back in the chair and gave a puzzled look. "I don't even know who she is man, I can't give you that without permission. You know that. The PTB's aren't one I want to cross, not with my new mission."

"Look Doyle this girl is the Slayer. I was sent to guide her, and you wouldn't want to deny information to a girl who could pound you into ground without breaking a sweat." Whistler sat back in his chair with a sly grin on his face waiting for Doyle to answer.

"I see, and you're telling me that they told you to take her to the Oracles? Why didn't they just tell you how to get to them?"

"Um…can I say something here?" Buffy was getting irritated at the whole situation. They were talking like she wasn't even there, what the hell.

"Sure thing doll, names Doyle by the way…it's a real pleasure." Doyle held out his hand to Buffy.

"What ever. Can you just tell us where we need to go? I have a hell mouth to get back to, and this has been a long night. The faster we get going the better. Oh and I'm Buffy."

Doyle reached over to shake her hand and at her admittance of her name his jaw dropped to the ground. Did she just say her name was Buffy? The same name he heard muttered from the very lips of the vamp sleeping in his flat.

"Sorry lass, did you say your name was Buffy?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Buffy said that to him bitterly.

Doyle had no idea what was going on. If he needed a sign that said he should trust Whistler and give him this information that was defiantly it.

"No…no problem at all, sorry if I offended you. The old post office down town, that's where they are. Go to the basement, there will be an alter, and you will need a spell to get in. Oh and before I forget, she can be the only one to enter…..make sure you take a gift."

Doyle wrote down the incantation and the herbs needed for them. He told Buffy the best gift to take and he left them as fast as he could.

Buffy thought it was strange that after she mentioned her name he seemed to freak. It was like he couldn't get away fast enough. She didn't care, they got what they came for and she would finally get some answers.

Buffy and Whistler got what they needed and headed to the old post office. The place was just as Doyle had said, and it only took a few minutes to get things ready.

She should have known she wouldn't get any answers from these Powers That Be. They were cryptic and vague, and she had more questions than they had answers. He head was spinning and when she got irritated and started to yell they spun her back out the entrance before she could even blink. She was so pissed that when she got up from the ground she walked over and punched Whistler hard in the face and sent him flying to the ground with a bloody nose.

"What the hell was all that about? You go in and come out and my prize is a bloody nose."

"They suck, and why the hell cant higher beings, or whatever, just say what they mean? No….they got to be all cryptic and wise and say riddles just to piss. Me. Off. They are so lucky they thru me out before I got my hands on that golden boys locks, he would have the bloody nose." Buffy was furious, and was making no sense to Whistler at all.

"Ok, what did they say?"

"I don't know…something about his curse leading him to his destiny or some bullshit like that. They told me to go home and let him play his part. We have a destiny together but only if I let him go right now. What they hell do they know anyway?"

"Buffy maybe the PTB sent me to show you that Angel has a purpose. That things happened the way they did for a reason. Angel has something he needs to do here. They needed you to know that he was here and that he had a mission also. Let him do what he needs to Buffy. You know he is here in LA and you can have your new friend Gunn keep an eye on him for you. Trust them Buffy, they know you love each other and they said you will be together some day….right?" Whistler knew he was grasping at straws here. He was trying to help her but he didn't want another bloody nose either.

"Yes…well….I don't know. They said we have a destiny together but what does that really mean? They could be saying that he fights evil like me but that doesn't mean we get to be together. I can't stand this! I know he is here and all I want to do is find him and tell him that I love him but I'm so afraid that I will do something to ruin both our lives." Buffy couldn't stop the trail of tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I guess I should just go back to Sunnydale. I hope what ever he does have to do it doesn't take forever."