Chapter 3
Upstairs in his room, Angel sat on his bed and lay his head in his hands. He couldn't believe how bad things had gotten. He heard a gentle knock at his door and when he looked up, Willow was stood in his doorway. He smiled at her as she walked in. "How are you?" she asked, sitting next to him. He shrugged. She glanced at the wound on his back and assumed he'd had another run-in with Evelyn "Maybe you shouldn't be here," Angel told her.
"What? You need me here," she protested.
"I do," he replied, "but I don't want you to be hurt and staying here, there's a good chance you will be."
"Angel," Willow replied, "There's a good chance I'll get hurt wherever I go. This is L.A." He sighed. "Evelyn's different. There's something very wrong about her and that makes her unpredictable. I don't know how to face her anymore." Willow put her arm around him gently and moved close. Angel looked at her and moved away. He stood up and walked across the room. "And that's not gonna help either," he told her.
"What?" she asked, looking up at him.
"You and me. It's the last thing either of us needs." She looked a bit put out. "You and me were good together," she told him, "maybe that's exactly what we need right now." Willow stood to face him. "Willow," he said as she moved closer, "don't, please." she kept moving closer and as he looked up, she kissed him. Angel pushed her away gently. "What is it?" she asked, rubbing his arm softly.
"I can't, I just can't," he said, brushing his fingers through his hair once more. "But there's been no one else, since you and me," she said, "I know there hasn't." Angel just looked at her. "Evie," she said, sadness in her voice, "you didn't tell me you two were back together."
"We're not," he tried to explain. She turned away in disbelief.
"We're not. We just needed each other sometimes," he explained.
"So you slept together?" Willow asked in disgust.
"Willow…" he tried to stop her but she'd already stormed past. He sighed again. This is just great, he thought, more trouble with women.