Wolfram and Hart's New Guest
By jessebelle
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I've been busy with homecoming. Uh, I developed a writing schedule and you'll all be pleased to know that I'll be writing WHNG double then my other stories, I hope anyway. So, here's the stunning conclusion of the last chapter. And thanks for all of your reviews. I find it very amusing to see who you guys think the dark stranger is. I guarantee that no one guessed who it is. Huggles and Snuggles,
jessebelle.
Hermione twisted the doorknob, but it was opened from the inside with force and she was wrenched inside of office into a dark stranger's arms.
"Oof!" both Hermione and the stranger fell to the floor.
"Hermione!" came the calls from the boys as they rushed to pull her off of the stranger.
"Hermione?" Angel sounded surprised. He helped the stranger off the floor.
"Ugh, look what the cat dragged in." Eve pulled away from Angel's steadying hand. She straightened up and looked up at Hermione. "So, you're our latest, guest. And what, you couldn't even stick around for an hour?"
Hermione could feel the hostility coming in waves from the woman she'd bumped into. "I'm sorry, what?"
Eve rolled her eyes. "A real genius this one is. I was just bringing up the fact that you ran off this afternoon and Angel ended up shutting everything down while he sat in his office and felt sorry for himself." She glared at the vampire in question.
Angel wasn't paying attention; however, his eyes were solely on Hermione. "You're back!"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I came to get my things."
Angel's face fell. "Oh. Um, about this afternoon, I'm really, really sorry. It's just, I jumped to conclusions and well, I assumed that, well, you know."
Hermione took in his apology. On one hand, she felt sorry for the vampire. He'd been given a task to take care of someone and he ended up royally screwing it up on an assumption. On the other hand, he'd treated her like that, and she felt she deserved more then an apology. They always said that assumptions make you and ass before me. However, she didn't have to say anything, because Eve jumped in.
"Angel, I need to go. Remember what I said. These guys are getting powerful and we could benefit from their cause. You have a meeting for the front man, um, a Mr. Malloy on Wednesday at two. Don't be late." Eve brushed past everyone.
"Uh, we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Angel." The dark vampire stuck out his hand.
Hermione tentatively took it and they shook. "Hermione Granger."
Eve stopped dead in her tracks. A deep, disgusted look came upon her face and she mumbled under her breath what only the ones with intensified hearing could hear. "Eww, mudblood germs. I need a shower." Then she was gone.
Both Angel and Spike watched as she left curious expressions on their faces. A cough from Wesley reminded him of the woman standing in front of him. He'd already screwed it up once with her, it wouldn't do any good to mess up again. He studied her features, noting that she did have a few similar features as Cordelia, but the main thing that made his soul fill with longing and sadness was her eyes, Hermione Granger had her cousin's eyes.
Hermione felt nervous under Angel's gaze. Even though she was currently angry with the man, she did notice Angel's handsome features and his powerful presence, both, which were studying her intently. Shivering with the intensity of it all, Angel finally snapped out of his trance.
"So, um, you came to pick up your things?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes."
"You're really going to just leave… again… from the place your headmaster set up for you to be safe…and stay with Spike."
Hermione winced at the remark about Dumbledore. It was true, even though she was mad, that Angel had gone through a lot of trouble to set up a place for her to hide from Voldemort, and the headmaster deemed him worthy of protecting her from the dark wizard.
"Hey dead-boy, don't forget about me in your disapproval."
Angel absentmindedly corrected his statement. "And Xander." Even Hermione counted down to Angel registering Xander's presence. 5…4…3…2… "Xander! What are you doing here?!"
Xander grinned at Angel. "Nice to see you to Dead-boy."
Angel grimaced. "Can you not call me that?" He nodded toward Hermione even though his reasons had more to do with the fact that the title 'dead-boy' annoyed the hell out of him.
"Sorry, habit. So, how's LA? I see your making good with the lawyers. I always knew you were evil."
Angel closed his eyes in frustration. Everyone heard him mumble. "If I close my eyes and ignore him, maybe he'll go away."
Even Hermione had to smile. "Sorry, buddy ol' pal, I'm kinda here for a while, or, until I get bored. Anyway, aren't you glad to see me?"
Angel opened one of his eyes and peeked at Xander. "Nope, still here. What did I do to deserve-"
"I wouldn't finish that question peaches, its how he popped up in the first place."
Angel shook his head and glared at Xander. "I'll deal with you later." He turned back to Hermione and tried to look friendly. "You're moving in with Spike," then he registered what Xander had said before, "And Xander!!!!"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Xander has an apartment and he offered Spike and I a place to stay." While wondering about Xander asking Spike to live with him, he placed it aside in his mind and concentrated on the main goal, convincing Hermione to stay with him, at Wolfram and Hart. "Oh."
Hermione stood there awkwardly, as did Angel, until Wesley elbowed the vampire in the chest. "Wesley!" Angel called accusingly.
The former Watcher just nodded to Hermione. Angel picked up the hint, Hermione looked amused. Spike had left to collect his things a while ago, and Gunn sat down next to Xander on the couch and watched the show.
"Is there anything I can do, or say to convince you to stay here?" Angel asked pleadingly.
She had just opened her mouth to politely decline, when the elevator beeped and the door opened. And out stepped………………
A/N: I'm really mean aren't I? Just want to keep you interested.
You
want
to
know
who
it
is.
Don'cha?
Well,
maybe
you'll
just
have
to
suffer
because
of
my
gigantimus
cliffie.
or
maybe
this
is
the
end
of
the
story....
Not!
I
just
enjoy
making
you
suffer. (grins)
A/N: I'm not THAT evil.(grins evill)
….a familiar face, but only to one of their group.
A/N: Okay, maybe I am. Turn in next week (or when ever I get around to it, hopefully really soon) Same bat time, same bat channel.