When I woke I found that it was dawn and I wasn't back at the hotel. I was at Wes's. I looked at the clock which read 6:30. Crap. Angel was going to kill me. I was about to get up when I became aware of the predicament that I was in. Wesley had his arm wrapped around my waist and my head was on his chest. There was no way I could move without wakening him. I may be a sly vampire but when you're in this kind of situation there's no way you can get out without them noticing. I didn't have to wait long though for him to wake up because I felt him take a deep breathe and I looked up to see his eyes opening,
"Morning." His voice was soft and held a sort of drowsiness in it
"Morning." He sensed the position we were in and started to go red. I leaned forward and stretched so as to seem like I hadn't noticed and to get up. I'm sure if I still could flush I would've been a bright red. "I should, probably head back. Angel will be looking for me soon." He nodded but didn't utter a word. I stood and pulled my jacket on preparing for the walk home when Wes finally spoke,
"Here," He picked up the book and held it out to me, "This is yours." I shook my head and pushed it back to him,
"Keep it. I brought it here for you."
"Angela-"
"Please, I want you to keep it. Because as screwed up as this situation may seem it will get better. Angel will come around and you will be back. And when you do come back, then and only then will I accept the book back." I saw the look of doubt and sadness in his eyes but he nodded none the less, "Hey, I know my dad. He will, I promise."
"At least let me drive you back. The sun is almost up and it's supposed to be a very hot day." The pleading look on his face was enough to send me over the edge plus I did want to spend more time with him so I agreed,
"Alright, why not." The drive was pleasant enough and we laughed like old times. All until we got to the hotel. He shut the engine off and a thick silence fell over us,
"I liked having you over."
"Same here. I'll try to come by more often." I let out a sigh, "It's October."
"Almost six years now. How are you holding up?"
"Not well…without you. I can't… dad doesn't…you were the one who I could go to."
"If you like, I'll pick you up… on the thirteenth. I know how much this still hurts you. And I know that I've always gone with you so if you like-"
"What about Angel. He'll-"
"Look I'm your friend Angela I'm not going to let you go through this alone."
"Thank you." I pulled my hood up and leaned over and kissed Wes on the cheek, "Till we meet again." He nodded and I hopped out of the car and went inside. When I shut the door behind me and lowered my hood I was greeted by a very angry Angel,
"Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be back before the sun even started to come up!" The others were behind him and didn't say anything. Well except Cordy,
"Angel-"
"Shut up!" He had me cornered against the wall and I was trying very hard to keep my cool, "You were with Wesley weren't you? I can smell him on you." Then I lost it,
"So what! I'm 278 years old I can do what I want! If I want to go see Wes than I will!"
"No you're an 18 year old girl who's been dead for almost 300 years."
"Well whose fault is that! Wes is my best friend and I'm going to see him whether you care or not! We've had this discussion already now move." When he didn't move I tried to push past him only to have him slam me against the wall again,
"Angel!"
"What are you doing!" The others were tense. To them this wasn't normal. To us it was. It's just we didn't do this in front of others and we didn't do this often either. His face was contorted and I fought against letting mine do the same.
"Let me go." He didn't let go of me. "Dad, let me go." That hit a nerve with him. Dad. I never really did that to him. Played the guilt card. But I wanted to get out of here. I just wanted to be alone. I felt his grip loosen and I walked away. I went into my room and shut the door. I lied down on my bed and began to think. My lips tingled slightly. I touched them and then remembered why. Wesley. No. I can't. I mean I knew I was falling for him slightly but I thought it was more like a school girl crush not actual… love. I only loved one person and I don't think… I couldn't… I let out a sigh. "Doyle." I felt the pain in my heart grow. "This sucks!" I stood up and started to throw things around the room. I picked up vases and threw them against the wall. I started to take my fist and punch the wall. Furniture wasn't safe while I was this upset. When I finally stopped which wasn't too quickly I slid to the floor in my mess. My fists were bleeding and I was covered with sweat. I was surrounded by glass and wood. When night finally fell again I left my room. My hands were dried with blood and I wanted to kill something. So I went vampire hunting.
There were seven of them around me. I'd killed 17 of them already and I was ready for more. "So which one of you wants to die first?"
"Come on princess." A blue eyed black haired vamp came closer to me, "Let's have some fun. Who needs the killing?" I was about to say something when he turned to dust.
"Oi! That was my kill!"
"Well it seems we had the same idea." Dad. Of course. We finished the other vamps off pretty quickly then it was just us. We didn't say anything for a while. Just stood there staring at each other for awhile, "Saw your room."
"And."
"Your hands are covered in blood."
"Thank you Sherlock."
"Look Angela what is your problem? It's been what three weeks since I tried to kill Wes and you coming home smelling like him doesn't help. Stay away from him."
"Dad! It's… I can't. I need to see him. He…"
"He what?" His anger flared again and I saw the hundreds of different scenarios run through his head,
"Thirteenth."
"What?" The confusion shown on his face as plain as day,
"The thirteenth of November. It'll be here in a few weeks. Wes said he'd take me to the cemetery." I saw something in my dads eyes flicker,
"Fine. But then I want him gone. I smell him on you again and I'll rip him to shreds got it." He walked away and I was left alone again. I knew my dad was half serious. But even knowing this I still wouldn't stop seeing him. I couldn't. After loosing everything there was no way I could loose him. Not again.