Disclaimer: All characters and things from ANGEL and BUFFY belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. If they aren't on the show they belong to me.
Summary: Angel and Spike get a chance to get back the people that meant the most to them after the battle against Wolfram and Hart. But can they keep the real past a secret from the only people they want to share it with? A/C S/B
CHAPTER 14
Angel and Lorne made their way back into the lobby shortly after their talk. Cordelia was now busy cleaning up what had been her old desk, though she had no idea it had belonged to her, and Wesley and Gunn were playing cards at the counter.
"No sign of Connor yet?" Angel asked.
Cordelia spun to face him. "Not yet."
Angel nodded, digging his hands into his pockets as he watched Lorne take a seat on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table and stretching out.
"So, what kind of files is this Connor kid bringing anyway?" Gunn asked.
"He said he could get all the files on the cases like your sisters." Angel told him.
"So then there definitely has been more?" Gunn sighed.
Angel nodded. "Yeah."
"So maybe a detective agency isn't such a bad idea." Wesley said. "Maybe we can do some good with it."
"And maybe none of us have any idea how to be detectives." Cordelia added the tinge of reality she was known for to the situation. "We don't know what we are doing. We could get hurt, or killed, or hurt someone else."
Angel looked back at her. She was wise beyond her years, but then again she was only supposed to be in high school. Angel had to laugh at that. She was twenty-four years old; she did not look a thing like she had in high school and yet everyone accepted her as an eighteen year old. Then again, Angel was supposed to be eighteen also. But he didn't understand how Cordelia looked remotely eighteen with her short brown hair and gorgeous lips and beautiful hips…
The door to the lobby swung open, interrupting Angel's train of thought. Angel turned to see Connor standing there and Fred behind his son.
"Connor." Angel nodded, and then looked over at Fred. "Fred, come in."
"You remembered my name." Fred smiled back at Angel.
Angel smiled back at her. "How could I forget?"
Cordelia felt a touch of jealousy course her body as she saw Angel smile at this Fred woman she had never met. Cordelia quickly made her way around the counter and locked her hand with Angel's. "Hi, I'm Cordelia."
Fred smiled at the other woman. "I'm Fred Burkle."
Angel felt Cordelia's hand give him a good squeeze and he realized she was not happy with him knowing Fred. Angel tried hard not to smile. Cordelia had no idea that Angel thought of Fred as a sister, and the ex-seer had no idea just how much of Angel's heart she held; in fact, Cordelia held it all. "Well, come in. Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Wesley Wyndam-Price, and Charles Gunn."
Gunn and Wesley waved to both Fred and Connor, none of them realizing that they knew each other, Wesley never realizing that he was in love with Fred.
Just then, Lorne stood and turned to face the group. Fred let out a squeal, and Lorne realized he shouldn't have made his presence known, he was just so happy to see Fred that he had forgotten that Fred and Connor had no idea what demons were.
"What is that?" Fred hid behind Connor as she pointed at Lorne.
Angel thought quickly, how would he explain Lorne to Fred and Connor?
"It's a demon." Connor stated, not shaken by Lorne's presence.
"A what?" Fred looked at him.
"I'm a demon." Lorne made his way around the couch, confused on how Connor knew what he was.
"And I am Einstein." Fred shot back.
Angel smiled, Fred wasn't Einstein, but she was close as hell, she just didn't know it.
"He is." Connor told Fred. "This city is full of them."
"How do you know about them?" Wesley asked Connor.
"I'm going to school to be a detective. Part of that is knowing what makes this city up." Connor told him. "And demons make up a large part of it." Connor narrowed his eyes at Lorne.
Angel had seen that look on Connor's face before. It was the same one he had gotten when he had first met Lorne after he had come back from Quortoth. It was a look on intolerance and lack of understanding. Angel quickly jumped to Lorne's rescue. "He's a good demon."
"No such thing." Connor said, his eyes never leaving Lorne.
"Trust me, he is." Cordelia also defended Lorne, although she didn't know why. She had known the demon less then two days, she had no idea if he was truly good, and yet she felt like she knew exactly that all along.
Connor looked at Cordelia. "How is he good?"
"He can read people." Angel told Connor. "To see what their future says, what they know. If we are going to solve this case, we are going to need him."
Lorne nodded slowly, knowing how Connor had been in the previous reality with demons, and not wanting to push the young man too far. "I want to help."
Connor thought for a moment and then nodded slowly. "Fine." He handed Angel the files. "Here is the case. I want to help figure this out. I got the files, I'm in."
Angel smiled at his so, the son that didn't remember him. He liked how assertive Connor had become. "That's good." He looked over at Fred. "Are you helping us too, Fred?"
Fred nodded. "If that's okay?"
"Sure." Angel told her. "But first off. We think these are vampire attacks." Angel waited to see Connor and Fred's reaction.
Fred and Connor just looked at each other and then back at Angel, clearly accepting what he said.
"Alright." Angel started. Fred, why don't you and Wesley start going through these files? Gunn, get the addresses from Wesley and Fred and then you and Connor head over to the crime scene and to any relatives houses. Cordy, you and Lorne can look up anything from any of the surrounding areas that could be related to it."
"And what are you going to do?" Cordelia asked.
"I've got to go somewhere." Angel said. He couldn't tell her the truth, that he was visiting the Powers.
Cordelia raised an eyebrow at Angel. She wasn't buying it.
"I'll be back soon." Angel smiled at her, knowing what her expression meant. He kissed her quickly.
"So, you two are dating then?" Connor asked.
Angel and Cordelia both looked at Connor, surprised he would ask such a thing.
"Just wondering." Connor said. "I figured you were."
Angel looked back at Cordelia, not truly sure if they were dating. He just knew they had feelings for each other, but the dating thing was up to her. He saw in her eyes she was searching him for the same answer.
When Cordelia realized that both she and Angel were looking for the same answer from one another, she smiled. She had always been more confident then the ex-vampire had. She turned to Connor. "Yeah, we are."
Angel smiled down at her, glad to hear what she had just said. He kissed her quickly again and then gave a quick wave before moving out the door and down to Caritas. Lorne told him that Caritas would be the best place to reach the Powers from since the club was full of mystical energy. Angel hoped Lorne was right.
Buffy and Spike made their way out of the library where Giles was still hard at work, his head in the books. They had not gone back to class after lunch, and it was now well past school hours. Once the sun had gone down, Giles had asked Buffy and Spike to go patrolling, and that's exactly what they were doing.
"You think anything is out here?" Buffy asked Spike as they made their way around the park.
Spike shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who can bloody sense these things." He gave her a small smile.
"Well, I sense nothing." Buffy told him, and then stopped dead in her tracks, her brow furrowing.
"You hear something?" Spike whispered to her.
Buffy nodded slowly and motioned to a set of benches a few feet away from them. Spike could just barely make out the silhouette of a person sitting in the dark.
"Vampire?" Spike asked Buffy.
Buffy shrugged. "I'm not sure. Let's go see."
Buffy slowly made her way over to the person on the bench, Spike trailing behind her with his stake drawn high, ready to attack. Right before they got to the bench, however, the person rose and briskly made their way over to the Slayer and ex-vampire.
"Hold it right there." Buffy ordered the figure.
The person did not stop however.
"She said to bloody stay where you are." Spike shouted.
"And I don't care." The silhouette turned out to be Xander.
"Xander? What the hell are you doing out here?" Buffy asked.
"I'd ask you the same question." Xander said, and then noticed Spike's stake. "What the hell is that?"
Spike looked at the stake and then shoved it in his pocket. "A branch. I found it." He covered up dumbly.
"Sharp branch." Xander commented before turning back to Buffy. "I'll ask you one more time. Have you talked to Cordelia? Do you know where she is?"
Buffy shook her head. She would not let Xander get to Cordelia or Angel. "No."
"I figured you'd say that." Xander told her. "But it doesn't really matter. The Sunnydale cops have a good idea where she is."
"Do they?" Buffy seemed nervous.
Xander nodded. "Something about her stopping to get gas on the outskirts of town. It wasn't hard to track her car down, believe me. No one else is Sunnydale has that kind of money."
"What are you getting at?" Spike tried to pretend he really didn't care what Xander was saying, although he knew it was vital information. Angel couldn't end up in jail, not now, not with the vampires back.
"I'm saying that there is a good inclination that she went to L.A. The police just need to check out a few more leads before they call the L.A.P.D. so if either of you can help out in any way it would be appreciated." Xander gave a devilish grin before walking away; whistle as he dug his hands into his pocket.
"This is going to be bad." Buffy said.
Spike nodded in agreement as he watched Xander make his way to his car. "Angel has no idea they are coming for him."
"No. I mean this is going to be bad." Buffy nudged Spike, forcing the ex-vampire to turn and see what the Slayer was looking at; a group of about five vampire's making their way toward them.
"Great. Just what we bloody need." Spike sighed as he pulled his stake out and got into fighting stance. He did not have the strength he had once had as a vampire, but he could still hold his own in a fight. Besides, the vampires coming at them were not the problem right now. The problem was Xander, and what would happen to Angel if Xander found him.
Angel made his way into Caritas, flicking the lights on in the club. He was glad that Lorne had closed the place tonight because there was no way he could open a path to the Powers That Be if the club had been full.
Angel shook his jacket off, tossing it over the bar and then moved to Lorne's room. Lorne had told him that there were a few books back there that dealt with the Powers. Lorne had found them in the place when he bought it. He wasn't sure why they were there at the time, but now that his memory was back, Lorne had realized the books had belonged to Wesley. He was still unsure why he had them, but told Angel that they would help the ex-vampire find a way to the Powers That Be.
Angel opened up one of the books as he entered back into the bar area of the club. He thumbed through the pages until he found the one he was looking for. He read it carefully before repeating the phrases out loud in Latin. He closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen, hoping his plan had worked.
Angel opened his eyes to find himself still standing in Caritas. "Damn it." He slammed the book down on the counter, and then suddenly felt his body being flung forward. The next thing he knew, he was in the middle of the same white room he and Spike had met Darla in twice before.
Angel stood quickly. "Alright, I need some damn answers here!" Angel shouted to the white emptiness that surrounded him. When Angel got no answer he grew annoyed. "What? You guys can throw me into some crazy world and now not answer my damn questions about it?"
"Wow. Cool off for a minute." Darla seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"I need answers." Angel told his old lover.
"I can tell." Darla said with a small smile. "You've screamed about it enough already."
"The world is going to hell and you are allowing it." Angel told her.
"Me?"
"Well, The Powers That Be."
"You said I was allowing it."
"Darla!" Angel didn't like that she was taking him away from his point.
"Alright, alright." Darla could tell he really was angry, so she stopped joking around. "What's wrong?"
Angel dug his hands into his pockets. "The vampires are back!"
Darla raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Angel nodded. "Didn't you know?"
Darla shook her head. "They don't really keep me well informed." She thought for a moment. "But what's the big deal about the vampires?"
"That is the big deal!" Angel didn't understand why Darla wasn't more outraged. "They are back, and killing people, and you said they were gone!"
"They were."
"You said that this was our second chance."
"It is."
"You said it would be a normal life."
"And for you it can be!" Darla told Angel. "You're human now. This is no longer your battle."
"It was made my battle when the Powers left me with my memory." Angel said.
"No." Darla told him. "It's Buffy's battle. She is the Slayer."
"And she hardly knows what she is doing. She will die." Angel said.
"That's not your problem. Not anymore." Darla told him.
"How is it not, Darla? I can't just let her die. This was her second chance at a normal life, you said it yourself." Angel reminded her.
"No." Darla corrected him. "I told you, this was just a different path reality could have taken. It doesn't mean that the people you care about won't die. It doesn't mean that demons and vampires won't walk the earth. It was just a different path."
Angel let Darla's words sink in as reality hit him full force. "So this wasn't a real second chance? It was just the Powers screwing around with our lives again. There still going to let the vampires roam, they are still going to let Buffy die."
"They have to." Darla told him. "Its all about balance. The world needs good and evil to survive."
"Well, the balance is screwed up now. That's what everyone's been saying." Angel told her.
"No, the balance is readjusting itself, that's all." Darla told him. "And what are you complaining about? You did get your second chance. You've got your humanity that you worked so damn hard for! You've got your precious Cordelia who is the whole reason everything went to hell because you cared more about her then saving the world! That's why the old reality fell apart! Because of Cordelia! Because she died!"
"Because they killed her! Because the Powers That Be let her die!" Angel shouted.
Darla took a deep breath, crying to regain her composure. She couldn't believe she had exposed her jealousy of Cordelia like that. It wasn't that she didn't like Cordelia; it was the fact that Cordelia meant so much to Angel. More then Darla ever had, even more then their son had. Angel had traded Connor's memory to save Cordelia, and that was something Darla would not soon forget. "Angel, you have Cordelia. Go back, and live a good life with her."
"I don't have her." Angel looked away from the mother of his child. "It's not the same. She's not the same. She doesn't remember me."
Darla nodded, understanding. "You knew she wouldn't when you went back though."
"It's not even that. If she just had forgotten everything and everyone maybe it would have been a little different. I could have built something from scratch with her, but she didn't forget it all." Angel told her.
"What do you mean?" Darla asked.
"I mean she remembers things. Little things. They all do." Angel sighed. "She recognized Caritas and told me she feels like she's somehow met Gunn and Wesley before, and she said Connor looked familiar to her. She even said the company motto this afternoon. And she said she feels like she has known me all along."
Darla nodded slowly, trying to wrap her mind around Angel's words. "So she remembers?"
"Little things." Angel seemed to laugh at himself. "Things that don't even matter much."
"They do matter, Angel." Darla moved, gently touching Angel's arm. "They matter to you. And I can tell you this much, she isn't supposed to remember anything. Neither is anyone else."
"You think something is happening?" Angel asked her.
Darla shrugged. "I don't know."
"I feel like the worlds are colliding. Lorne said that too." Angel told her.
"Lorne?" Darla raised an eyebrow. "He remembers?"
Angel nodded. "He read me, and it brought his memory back."
Darla blinked a few times before looking back at Angel. "He shouldn't." She shook her head. "He definitely shouldn't."
"So? What does it mean?" Angel asked.
"It means things are going to get really messy really fast." Darla told him.
"What?" Angel was confused.
"I think you're right about the realities colliding. If that happens…" Darla trailed off.
"What?" Angel grabbed Darla by her shoulders. "If that happens what?"
"I don't know." Darla told him. "But it won't be good. The old reality collapsed when you and Spike were no longer fighting the good fight. There was too much evil in it."
"And now we can't fight anyway. Not if we are humans…" Angel thought about it. "Do you think someone is doing this on purpose?"
Darla shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know who would have that kind of power. I mean, more power then the Powers That Be?"
Angel laughed. "That's easy. It could be a Power like Jasmine or Wolfram and Hart if they worked up enough juice. Who knows?"
"Or it could just be that this is inevitable." Darla said. "Maybe the realities are meant to do this."
"Why? So people die?" Angel asked.
"That's life, Angel. You should know that better then anyone." Darla reminded him.
"Look, I came for help. Are you or the Powers or anyone going to help me?" Angel clenched his jaw.
Darla remained silent.
"Fine." Angel threw his hands out. "Thanks for nothing." He turned backward, walking into the white abyss.
"Angel, it's out of my control." Darla called after him.
Angel continued to walk away from Darla and the next thing he knew he was standing back in the middle of Caritas. He looked around, and in frustration picked up a chair, throwing it across the club, and then he began pounding his fists into the wall. He was beyond angry, he was livid. He couldn't believe Darla had no idea what was going on, and he couldn't believe the Powers That Be were unwilling to help him.
The next thing Angel knew he was slumped down against the wall, fighting back all urges to cry. The world was going to hell and he couldn't stop it. He wasn't a Champion anymore, but he still had the heart of one. He wanted to make sure the people he cared about were kept safe. He wanted to give Cordelia the one thing that had been taken from her, life.
These thoughts accompanied him as he made his way back to the Hyperion Hotel. He entered to find Cordelia and Fred giggling about something on the couch while Connor and Gunn checked out Angel's weapon cabinet and Lorne and Wesley were sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. All of them looked up as Angel entered.
"Hey, you're back." Gunn tossed back one of Angel's swords into the cabinet. "We were just looking through your weapons."
"Some pretty good stuff in here." Connor commented.
Angel nodded making his way into the lobby.
"Find anything?" Lorne raised an eyebrow, hoping the Powers had given Angel some answers.
Angel shook his head. "No." He looked away from Lorne, not able to look the demon in the eye anymore. He felt as though he had failed his green friend when he was unable to get any information. He took a deep breath, turning to the rest of the room, trying to toss them a fake smile. "How about you guys?"
"Well, the cases all share a common thread." Wesley said. "Fred and I figured that there are three different vampires responsible for these attacks. We could tell by their bite marks."
Fred nodded in agreement. "Three different jaw structures. Well, that's what we got from the evidence pictures anyway."
"And all the attacks were in a six miles radius of each other." Gunn added.
"Which means they are staying in one area." Connor said. "They probably live nearby."
"So everyone accepts that this was a vampire attack?" Angel asked.
Everyone nodded.
"Good." Angel caught Cordelia's eye and knew she could tell something was bothering him. "I'm going up to bed." And with that he made his way up the stairs.
"Is he okay?" Gunn asked Cordelia.
Cordelia shrugged. "I'm not sure." She stood. "I should go see." She then made her way up the stairs after him.
"He probably just had a long night." Lorne yawned, checking his watch. "We all have."
Connor nodded in agreement. "Come on, Fred. I need to get you home."
Fred nodded and stood.
"Come by tomorrow. We can continue working." Wesley smiled at Fred, who smiled back at him.
"Sounds good." Connor said, giving the group in the lobby a wave before exiting with Fred by his side.
After Connor left, Lorne gathered his things, also leaving. Gunn and Wesley organized all the things that involved the case and straightened out the lobby a little before also calling it a night. Everyone had worked hard.
Spike and Buffy made their way back to the school library to find Giles. They had stopped by his house, but he was not home yet. They needed to tell him that they had killed more vampires and that Xander had a good idea where Cordelia and Angel were.
"Giles!" Buffy called out as she and Spike busted into the library. "You won't believe…" Buffy's voice trailed off as she saw Giles with two police officers standing in the middle of the library.
"Buffy, Spike." Giles nodded as he saw Buffy and Spike enter. "Officer Madison and Officer Waterson were just here discussing Cordelia Chase's disappearance." Giles motioned to the two police officers and then gave Buffy and Spike a look.
"Really?" Spike stepped forward.
Officer Madison nodded, turning toward Spike and Buffy. "Are you William Bloody and Buffy Summers?"
Buffy and Spike both nodded.
"Mr. Xander Harris informed us that you might have an idea where Miss Chase is." Officer Waterson told them.
"Is that right?" Spike looked at Buffy, and then back at the officers. "I don't have a clue where Cordelia is. I barely even spoke to her."
"Well, you were Liam Angel's roommate, correct?" Officer Waterson asked.
Spike nodded. "Yeah. What's he got to do with this?"
"We have reason to believe he had something to do with Miss Chase's disappearance. Now, do you know where he went to?" Officer Madison asked.
Spike shook his head. He had always been a pretty decent liar. "No, sir. I have no bloody idea. If someone does find him can you let him know he owes me this months rent?"
Officer Madison laughed. "Will do, son." He then turned to Buffy. "You were Miss Chase's best friend, were you not?"
"Me and Cordelia were close, yes." Buffy told him. "But I don't know where she is. She just told me she was leaving."
"She told you?" Officer Waterson inquired.
Buffy nodded, putting on an innocent look that she knew would get to the officers. "She said she was leaving."
"Why?" Officer Waterson asked.
"Because she said she wanted to get away from Xander." Buffy told him. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't completely a lie either.
"Mr. Harris?" Officer Madison asked.
Buffy nodded. "He doesn't treat her right."
"If that's true she could have come to the police, she didn't have to run away." Officer Madison said.
"She was afraid if she did Xander would do something." Buffy said.
"Well, her parents are worried about her." Officer Waterson said.
"I bet…" Buffy said under her breath. She knew how much Cordelia's parents cared about her, and those digits were in the negatives.
"Excuse me?" Officer Waterson asked.
Buffy shook her head. "Nothing. Look, I don't know anything about where Cordelia is."
Officer Waterson nodded. "I believe you." He sighed and turned to Officer Madison. "I guess we will just have to follow that lead."
"Lead?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Officer Madison nodded. "We had a lead that Mr. Angel and Miss Chase are somewhere in Los Angeles. We are going to put a call in with the L.A.P.D. Thanks for your help."
Both officers waved and then exited the library leaving Buffy, Spike, and Giles standing there in shock.
"This is not good." Buffy said.
Spike nodded. "We have to call Angel."
"Phone is in the office." Giles told Spike as he watched the blonde man quickly make his way into the back office of the library, frantically dialing the phone, hoping to save his friend.
Cordelia knocked gently on Angel's door. She wanted to check on him to see if he was okay. After a moment she heard him tell her to come in, so she opened the door to find Angel out on his balcony, leaning against the wall, looking out on the city. He looked so sad, so lost. Cordelia's heart broke for him. She felt like she had seen him like this many times before, though she didn't know how she could have.
"Angel?" Cordelia joined him on the balcony.
Angel turned and smiled sadly at her. "What are you doing up here?"
"I came to check on you." Cordelia told him. "Are you alright?"
Angel nodded, looking back out on the city. "Yeah."
"No you're not." Cordelia told him. She knew him to well to fall for his act, though she didn't understand how she knew him so well.
"You're right." Angel sighed, making his way back into his bedroom and sitting on his bed. "I'm not."
Cordelia stood in front of him, her arms gently crossed. "What's wrong?"
"Everything." Angel sighed. "Everything is falling apart and I can't fix it. I can't stop it."
"Angel what are you talking about?" Cordelia knelt in front of him, taking his hand in hers.
Angel raised Cordelia's hand to his cheek. "I can't lose you."
"You won't." Cordelia told him. "Why would you think that?"
"You don't understand, Cordy." Angel told her. And she didn't. She couldn't understand because she couldn't remember. Her past, their past, it meant nothing to her. She didn't even know it existed. "You mean so much more to me then you'll ever know."
"Angel…" Cordelia whispered before moving up to kiss him gently. "Let me in. Tell me what's bothering you."
"I can't lose you." Angel told her as he pulled her onto the bed with him. He kissed her again. "I love you." Angel found irony in what he had just said. He had never before been able to tell Cordelia he loved her, and now, when she couldn't remember the reasons why he loved her, he had been able to tell her.
Cordelia looked at Angel, her eyes searching his. She could tell he meant every word he said, and somehow, she felt deep down in her soul that she loved him too. Completely. "Angel…" She whispered to him as she lay on top of him.
"Yeah?" Angel whispered back, glad to have her in his arms.
She moved her lips to his ear. "I want you to undress me…"
Angel's eyes grew wide as he heard the words in his ear. She had said those words to him before. Images of the ballet quickly flashed through his mind. "Cordy…"
She looked back at him. "Angel, I mean it. I want you."
Angel smiled back at her, trying so hard to fight back his tears as he began to gently kiss her neck, moving his hands under her shirt. He wanted her so bad, and she was still his Cordelia, even if she couldn't remember it. He just wished she could somehow remember. He gently pulled her shirt off before laying her across his bed, and then removed his own shirt.
Connor had dropped Fred off at her dorm and was on the way up the stairs of the police station. He had to return the files he had borrowed before someone missed them, though he doubted anyone would.
He had put the files down and was about to leave when the chief walked out of his office, stopping Connor. "Mr. Angel."
"Chief." Connor nodded.
"I need to ask you something." The chief held up a picture. "Robbie said this man was talking to you in here earlier. Do you recognize him?"
Connor studied the picture, seeing that the man in it was Angel. "Yeah. Why?"
"Because he has been charged with the kidnapping of a Miss Cordelia Chase." The chief explained.
Connor's eyes grew wide. "Kidnapping?"
The chief nodded. "Do you know where he or Miss Chase are?"
Connor nodded. "Yeah. They are both at the Hyperion Hotel. I had no idea he had kidnapped her." Connor grew enraged. "That son of a bitch."
"My thoughts exactly." The chief agreed. "We will get a team together and head over there. You can come, you cracked this case, and you're going to make an excellent detective one day."
Connor nodded, glad at the opportunity to help out the L.A.P.D. and for the complement the Chief of Police had given him. He could not believe Angel had kidnapped Cordelia and that Cordelia had not tried to run away. Clearly, Angel had scared her enough for her to keep her mouth shut, enough for her to pretend to be in love with him. Connor remembered the weapon cabinet and was glad that Angel would be punished for what he had done.