Okay, I've had real difficulties with this chapter; so don't blame me when it is completely rubbish. Well, as I'm the writer, I suppose you could blame me … and you should blame me … but it was hard work! Also, words are beginning to fail me, and nothing seems to come out the way it should, so please review and yell at me if it sounds rubbish – I don't have a beta and none of my friends or family like either Buffy or Angel, so basically, I'm screwed!
"You don't have a soul."
"WHAT?"
"WHAT?"
"Um." Kathy ran, heading for the open door, but was stopped by Angel's in-human speed. He caught hold of her, and she struggled for a time before going limp in his arms.
"How do you know she doesn't have a soul, dead-boy?"
"Something Darla once said to me: you can smell a soul once you know what your looking for. I can smell it one you two, but not her. Plus, she was just too damn cheerful to be a normal human kid …"
"Hey!"
"Sorry, love. Where should I put her?"
"On the bed. I should have some chains somewhere we could tie her up with, assuming she doesn't have super-strength and will be able to break them."
"Use the ones you used for me. You still have them, right?"
"I thought you two said you weren't going to get pelvic any time soon! You know what happened last time…"
"Xander!"
The boy in question just shrugged his shoulders and tried to look innocent.
"What?"
Okay, I know this is pathetic, but I am now stuck. I've been thinking about it for most of the day (when I wasn't knee deep in work) and have got no further!
HELP!