Arezue; Desire

Chapter ten: Just talk

"Who's Connor, Daddy?" Angel pulled away from her as if burned. Avoiding her eyes he folded his arms over his chest.

"It's really non that important." He glanced at Fred. "Fred, isn't there some really violent monster that you want me to go kill?" His voice was hopeful. He really wanted to get the hell out of here before Charlotte Jane figured out that not only was Connor his son but that he was actually human.

"Nopez!" Fred beamed. "After you guy are done arguin', can we go get some ice cream?" She frowned. "So, why are y'all arguin'?" Arezue rolled her eyes, picking at her split ends.

"We're arguing because I get premonitions," Arezue replied evenly, keeping her eyes on Angel's face. "And Angelus here is angry he's an uptight –" She broke off, realizing that the brunette might not appreciate such language. "He's pissed off cuz I got off on you." She jumped back on the bed, crossing her feet under her.

"Who's Connor Winifred?" The woman looked shaken when she realized that Arezue'd never been told her full name but nevertheless seemed able to gather her wits about her.

"Connor's Connor silly!" She laughed and Arezue threw her a chilling glare. Women like this proved that the last two centuries had actually withered the normal human's common sense rather than adding to it.

Fred shuddered as Arezue flashed her fangs at her. She knew Angel'd never let anything happen to her but that didn't mean she wasn't scared.

"Connor is Angels son and –" She frowned. "Your brother, I guess…" She trailed off for a moment. "He's right next door if you wanna –"

"No!" Angel exclaimed, causing both heads to turn his way.

"I'd love to meet Connor." Arezue said coolly. "Can't wait to see if we have any of the same genes." She crossed over to the door, only to be stopped by an over exited Angel.

"I'll save you the trip." He said. "You both share the 'drive daddy crazy' gene. Now that your curiosity on Connor is satisfied–"

"Move." Arezue growled and Angel winced. The monster she'd evolved into really freaked him out sometimes.

"Char, honey, aren't you hungry?" He tried to steer her focus onto something else. "How about breakfast?" Arezue scowled at him crossly.

"First of all, only humans eat breakfast in the morning. Secondly, I don't drink that bagged blood crap you seem to be so hung up on." Angel looked ready to lose it when suddenly his entire face brightened.

"It's 1:30!" He exclaimed and Arezue looked at Fred.

"Is he always this –" She searched for a word. "Stupid?" Fred laughed, then seeing Angel's scowl broke off hastily.

"Well, sometimes," She paused. "D'ya wanna borrow some clothes? Angel's sweater looks real comfortable and all but I think the guys would have heart attacks if you went down like that." Arezue nodded, completely ignoring Angel who was going on and on about how he wasn't stupid.

"Sure – but first I think I'd like to meet Connor." Angel scowled at them, obviously frustrated.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. You can't see Connor because he's at school now." Fred's lips formed an 'oh'.

"Oh yeah, musta slipped my mind." She laughed again. "He'll be back around 2:30ish." Angel immediately countered this.

"Yeah but Arezue won't be hear then. She'll be gone." Off the girls looks he went on. "We're going to solve whatever problem she has and she's gonna go – " He shrugged as he contemplated for a moment. "Anywhere that isn't here."

"You really want me to leave that badly?" Arezue asked him bitterly, clenching her jaw closed. He shrugged.

"Let me think," He pretended to ponder the question carefully. "Yes." Anger flashed in Arezue's eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere without meeting Connor, Angelus." She smirked. "And anyways, even you can't solve my problem within a matter of hours. I've tried." Angel rolled his eyes.

"We'll see." Fred glanced from one person to the other.

"Wow, there's lotta love in this room, isn't there?" She laughed but sobered up when both of them shot her annoyed looks. "Or not." She swallowed. "Um, what exactly is the problem?" Angel, not really wanting to admit he didn't know, looked at Arezue who yawned.

"You know who Dracula is?" Angel's mouth fell open comically and he began to laugh.

"Are you telling me –" More laughter. "th-that your so-called problem has to do with –" He snickered. "that idiot!" Arezue looked insulted.

"Hey! I dated him." She thought about it for a moment. "And he might be a little off, but he's not an idiot. And, um, at least he doesn't have –" She searched for a proper insult. "stupid hair!" Angel's eyes widened.

"What!" Arezue flashed him a victory sign and slipped into the bathroom. Angel turned to Fred hopefully.

"Fred, I don't have stupid hair, do I?" He ran his fingers through his hair worriedly.

"No!" Fred shook her head, trying to keep from giggling. ""Of course not. It's very – pretty." Angel gasped with something akin to horror on his face.

"Pretty!" Gauging his reaction Fred tried to explain what she meant.

"No! I meant handsome." She watched him pull out about twenty combs and winced. "Honest I did." Angel didn't reply, busily applying even more gel to is hair.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go find something for Arezue to wear." She paused. "And then I'll start the week's laundry. You need anything washed?" When Angel didn't reply, she shrugged and slunk out.