Note: I apologize for not updating this for so long. I had been writing chapters since I moved back to school, I just left all of the earlier chapters in my room back home. I finally have those back now and I will put those up ASAP. Thanks for bearing with me.

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Chapter 3-City of Angels

Buffy:: She walks down a busy street in Los Angeles, taking notice of the throngs of people out and about. She forgot about how up-tempo LA was in comparison to Sunnydale. It felt good to be back, but it also brought back memories she had chosen to forget. Eventually she found a bar that looked appealing, a place that could allow her to just forget about everything. She needed that. She wanted the weight to be lifted already. After entering the establishment she would find an empty barstool. Glancing towards the bartender she would smile politely. "Coke please." She placed a five dollar bill down on the counter and then turned her head peering around the rest of the bar. Something wasn't right. There weren't just humans in this bar, there were demons. This seemed to be like a Willy's knockoff, only more upscale with bad karaoke. She had only reached for her drink when a demon with green skin and horns approached her.::

Demon:: He approaches Buffy with a smile on his face. "You look troubled little lady."

Buffy:: "Trouble is my birth right."

Demon:: He nods, as the revelation suddenly dawns on him. "You're the slayer."

Buffy:: "Who are--"

Demon:: He cuts her off. "The name's Lorne. How about treating all the fine folks in here with a tune first. Can't read you without a song."

Buffy:: "That's alright. I really should be going."

Lorne:: "If you say so."

Buffy:: She slips off of the stool and walks past Lorne, making her way towards the exit of the bar and back out onto the street.::

::Meanwhile, inside Angel Investigations::

:: The phone rings.::

Cordelia:: She picks up the phone and answers. "Hi, thanks for calling Angel Investigations. We help the--"

Giles:: He cuts her off. "Cordelia, it's Giles."

Cordelia:: She would look up from the phone towards Angel, who's eyes were fixated on her from the opposite side of the room. "Giles! Hey! How long has it been? You know, you were always my favorite librarian. Even though I rarely even used the library for anything."

Giles:: "Yes, right. May I talk to Wesley?"

Cordelia:: She glances over in the direction of Wesley, who appeared to be engaged in some deep reading. "Hey Wes."

Wesley:: He continues to read the book that is sprawled open in front of him. "Huh?"

Cordelia:: She waves the phone in front of his face. "Giles..."

Wesley:: "Oh, yes of course." He takes the phone from her. "Hello? Rupert?"

Giles::"I'm assuming she's with you already?"

Wesley:: "She? I'm afraid I do not follow."

Angel:: He sits there impatiently, eager to find out what this conversation is leading to.::

Giles:: "Buffy."

Wesley:: "Buffy?"

Angel:: Upon hearing Buffy's name he stands up from his desk, consequently bumping his head on his desk lamp.::

Giles:: "Did she not call you?"

Wesley:: "No, I'm afraid she did not."

Giles:: "Dear Lord..."

Wesley:: He lowers his voice and whispers into the phone. "Rupert, what is going on?"

Giles:: He proceeds to relate all of the recent events to Wesley over the phone. After about forty-five minutes of discussion, the conversation would end.::

Angel:: After waiting in high anticipation, and pacing across the office throughout the duration of the conversation, he finally speaks. "What about Buffy?"