Angelus Keane slammed his fist into the wall beside the ATM causing his hand to split and bleed at the knuckles. He had tried everyone of his accounts, but not a single one would allow him to withdraw funds. He roamed the dank streets of London in search of a cheap whore. He found his way into the small bar and sat down at one of the tables. A dark haired American greeted him and took his order. She was slut of that he was sure. Her shirt barely reached her midriff. She had a chain going from her belly button ring down and through the loops on her ungodly short skirt. If she were to bend over he would be able to see everything. The black leather boots accentuated her legs wonderfully. She returned to his table and sat the beer down. "What's your name baby?," he asked sexily. The girl smiled at him, "Faith and how about yours big boy?" Angelus cocked his head to the right at her use of the words big and boy. It was the way she said them oh yeah he had found the girl for him tonight. "You can call me Angel baby. What time do you get off?," he asked her not even trying hide the fact he wanted sleep with her. "Yo Willie I'm cuttin' out early," she yelled over her shoulder, "How's right now sound Angel." Angelus loved the way she said his name. He stood up quickly and took her back to his penthouse suite.
Angelus awoke to the dark haired girl sprawled across his chest. He shimmied his way out from underneath her and headed to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and thought back to the previous night events. Faith was quite rambunctious in the bedroom. She rode him harder and faster then any woman ever had. She pounded into him with reckless abandon. He had returned the favor of course ten fold. She was gasping for air when he had finished with her. Angelus finished in the shower and pulled on a nice suit and left the suite not bothering to wake the girl in his bed. Faith awoke alone in the large pent house. Most girls would be upset, but all Faith was into was one night stands. She just wanted mind blowing rough sex and Angel had been just the guy to perform. Who knew maybe they would hook up every now and then, but definitely no relationships to tie her down. She quickly showered and dressed and headed home.
Angelus walked into the bank and sat down at Wesley Wyndam-Price's desk. "What is going on with my funds Wesley boy?," he asked in that condescending tone of his. Wesley knew exactly what was wrong with his funds. "Angelus have you forgotten what yesterday was?," Wesley asked annoyed. Angelus shook his head yes, "Well I guess I must have. So what was it?" Wesley rolled his eyes at the arrogant man. "Yesterday was your 30th birthday and as you know upon your 30th birthday the principle of all your trusts were scheduled to be reverted back to your mother," Wesley explained rather patiently. Angelus was shocked at the news. He remembered his mother threatening such a thing, but he never thought she would actually do it. "I'm broke?," Angelus croaked. Wesley typed something into his computer and shook his head no, "Actually you have $48,463.97 available to you in this new account. We had to close out all of the old accounts when the transfers went through. We sent you a letter explaining all of this and that you needed to come in and pick up a new ATM card." Angelus was fuming and Wesley could tell. Wesley pulled his new ATM card out and gave it to Angelus. With out a word Angelus grabbed the card and stormed out of the bank.
Walking up to the ticket counter he placed his ATM card and passport in front of the cashier. "I need one ticket to Los Angeles, California. The woman checked his passport then ran the card and handed him a ticket. Angelus was pissed that his mother would do this to him. That's alright I'll just go to her and she'll give me the money. That's probably all she wants in the first place is for me to come visit. Angelus settled into his first class seat and ordered a scotch. If he was going to have to visit his mother he was going to need to be under the influence. He now had 11 hours and 16 minutes to get prepared for visiting his child hood home.
By the time Angelus stepped off the plane he was good and sloshed. Managing to remember his bags he hauled them off the carousel then dragged them through the airport towards the exit. Flagging down a taxi he watched as the man placed his bags in the trunk.
"I need to get to Sunnydale," he slurred to the driver.
The man frowned at his fare, "Look man I only drive in LA."
"Look I'll pay twice the fare and tip ya," Angelus bartered.
"Alright you got a deal man," the driver said before putting the car in gear and driving off.
Standing in front of his childhood home Angelus took several deep breaths. The two hour taxi drive had given him plenty of time to sober up. Begrudgingly he had given the driver three hundred dollars as promised. Now he stood outside of his childhood home. Actually it was a mansion. The Crawford street mansion as the town called it. Resigning to his fate he grabbed his bag and walked up the steps. Passing through the thresh hold he was relieved it seemed no one was nearby. He would be able to freshen up and lay low for a while before his mother new he was home.
As quietly as possible he ascended the stairs and made his way down the hall towards him room. "Angel!," he heard the familiar squeal of his little sister. "Shit," he muttered under his breath as he turned plastering a fake smile on his face. Placing his finger to his lips he bid her to stay quiet. "Ooooh a game? Shhh shhh we must be quiet," she said in her sing song voice. Rolling his eyes he turned and left her standing in the hallway.
Languidly Angelus showered and dressed. He figured his sister would have told him mother by now that he was there. Knowing there was no use putting off the inevitable he made his way down into the family room. He could here the inane chatter of his sister and his mother's automatic responses as he entered the room.
"So mother I'm sure you've heard I'm home," he said as he plopped down on the couch.
"Yes and do not plop on my furniture young man," she admonished.
"I'm sure you know why I'm home," Angelus ventured.
"Why is that Angelus?," she asked pointedly.
"My money mother. You've taken all my money," he said his eyebrows narrowing.
"I've done nothing of the sort. You knew exactly the stipulations on that money. I expected you take that money and do something useful with it. Something that would have helped you to make your own money. Make a name for yourself," she explained.
"So what will you have me do? I have little money mother. So what exactly am I supposed to do?," he asked.
"Well I suppose if you were to marry then I could do something about that. Until then you could stay here and help me take care of your sister," she offered.
"Marry? You want me to get married? To whom? What kind of husband would I make? And you will make me suffer through taking care of Dru?," he asked incredulously.
"Well there is the Chase's daughter. She is quite lovely and her family are upstanding members of the community. However, whomever you choose as long as they are upstanding members of the community will do fine. Grandchildren would make a lovely addition to the family," she mused.
"So what I stay here until I find a wife then you will give me back my money?," he asked disbelievingly.
"You may stay here if you help care for your sister and yes essentially you will receive some money once married," she explained further.
Without a word Angelus stood and stormed out of the room. He couldn't fathom that his mother would force him to get married. However, he should have never underestimated his mother. After Dru's accident he had essentially became the center of her world. He was the only one that would give her grandchildren. He was the only one that would be able to make her proud. She had put so much pressure on him that he had just packed up one day and left. He came home every now and then to visit and that was the extent of their relationship. Now he would be forced to rely on her once again. He'd be damned if he would get married for her. He'd be damned if he would help her care for his bratty little sister either.