Hola. It's me again. Sorry for the long wait - my English essay comes first, i'm afraid.

Anyway, here's the next installment, for those of you who are interested. I hope you enjoy. xx

Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognize here are mine.

"So um, this is real then" she asked, holding the ice bag to her head and trying not to think about the throbbing headache she was experiencing. She felt it would be polite to ask him calmly rather than accuse him of drugging her, which she was on the verge of doing. She had embarrassed herself enough with the bat incident.

"Yeah… it is." He said looking at her warily for any signs of fainting, or shock.

"And…I'm not dreaming?" she asked, already knowing the answer but unable to resist asking anyway.

"I think you know that you're not dreaming" he said gently, gesturing to the cut in her arm. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't think she was that creative.

It was the first time they had really had a sort of conversation without one of them going crazy on the other. She noted that he looked very calm and in control, a far cry from what she felt like. She felt as if her insides were about to fall out any minute. It was turning out to be a really weird day for her. First landing in this place then… well this! How much more am I supposed to take?, she though, looking at his face. It looked normal now, but before it had looked…well…odd, or perhaps terrifying was the word.

"Yeah" she agreed, forlornly, in response to his reply.

She's taking this quite well, he thought. No sighs of throwing up, although it did look as though she was going to faint earlier on. He didn't think his vampire side was that scary. Yes, it took people a while to get over it, but once they did, everything was alright from that point onwards. But different people reacted in different ways, he supposed.

He walked over to her and sat on the round chair across from her. They were seated opposite each other. He felt less uncomfortable sitting with her this way.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently. He was sure she would go into shock after a demon attack, a normal person would. They were in the hotel lobby waiting for the team to come back from chasing the demon across LA, the only reason he wasn't participating in the hunt was because it was in the day. He didn't fancy getting burned alive by the sun - again.

He looked over at her and he noticed she was staring at the door, as if she wanted to run out and never look back. He couldn't blame her. After what she had seen today, he wouldn't be surprised if she started screaming at him, but she was quiet - considering…

"I'm Angel." He had said in exasperation.

She scoffed. "You're an angel?" he didn't look like one if she was going to be honest, she pictured angels with wings and all white and fluffy. Not pale, clad in all black, with badly gelled hair, really bad-tempered, and completely unhelpful with stressful situations, like the one she was in now.

"No I'm not an angel," he sighed; he had heard this so many times before. "My name is Angel" he said irritably, glaring at her.

"Oh." The irony, she thought. "Really? Wow that's …um… an interesting name." she smirked, mainly to piss him off. She didn't really like this guy's attitude at all, but it seemed she was stuck with it until she found a way to contact the Doctor, which, she reminded herself, she had no idea how to do. She started to panic again; she fought it back and tried to pay attention to what he was now saying, hoping it was something constructive.

"Yeah, well, so is Rose" he said, childishly, scrunching up his face and mimicking her voice on the word "Rose"

She rolled her eyes, so much for something constructive. She was going to be stuck with him until the Doctor found away to get to her, if he found a way to get to her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Angel's voice - again.

"Where are you from" he asked, suddenly, looking at her intently. They had identical postures. They were both putting most of their weight on their right legs, arms crossed with grumpy expressions on their faces.

Rose's expression changed from grumpy to confused. "Err…England" It sounded like a question. Wasn't it sort of obvious where she was from? Her accent wasn't in the least bit American after all. Hadn't he watched Bridget Jones? And then she realised why he had asked her that question. "Wait…are we in America?" She asked. It seemed obvious now that she though about it. Why else would he have an American accent, unless he was like Jack? No one really knew where he was from.

"Yeah we're in LA." He said simply as if it were so obvious. She frowned at him, it was infuriating, the way he mocked her with his eyes. She felt her need to be with the Doctor again increasing. How was she supposed to get back home to the TARDIS with this guy around?

Rose didn't get a chance to worry much longer as just at that moment a scream was heard from below them. She looked up, curious, to see Angel disappearing through the door. She followed instinctively. All that time running with the Doctor made her an expert runner when it came to dangerous situations, so she caught up with him in no time.

"Go back!" He shouted to her, as they ran down the stairs, the doors of the hundreds of rooms flying past them.

"No chance" He abruptly stopped running and she almost bumped into him. He gave her a cold, hard, calculating look.

"I'm serious"

"So am I" she said purposefully. Noticing the look on his face, however, she made her voice a little softer. "Let me help" she said. She couldn't help it. Anytime there was danger, she would instantly try to help, wherever she was, whomever she was with, she instinctively felt drawn to do some good. She wanted to do something other than argue with the "Dark Knight" and his contradicting name.

He sighed and continued running, she took that as confirmation and ran with him through corridor and multiple doors until Rose's head was spinning. He had said "hotel" when she had first met him, but she didn't actually believe it until she saw the vast expanse of the place. She continued to follow his lead down stairs and more corridors until they reached what appeared to be the lobby.

Rose stopped.

She closed her eyes and counted; 1…2…3...4…5… she opened them. It was still there, roaring and snarling and swinging it's long burgundy arms to try and swipe, slash, and kill the people fighting it. A tired looking white man with mousy brown hair and glasses was shouting out instructions in what appeared to be an English accent. There was a bald black man with an axe, hacking away at the thing, and a small, thin woman, who looked around the same age as Rose, with long brown hair. She cried, "Charles, look out!" just as the creature went to wrap it's long scale-like arms around the man's chest, clearly about to break it. But the man dodged the attack and swung his axe into its belly. The creature howled and in an act of retaliation, threw Angel completely across the room. Rose gasped and was about to run over to him, when he jumped up, his face twisted and distorted, his eyes now yellow like the creatures and his teeth…fang like. Rose's heart stuttered and then sped up as she looked at his…face. He snarled, "Is that all you got?" and lunged himself at the creature. The creature tried to dodge the attack, it lumbered drunkenly away from Angel towards Rose, who was slowly backing away towards the stairs. It was then that she spotted a rather heavy looking bat. She quickly picked it up, before the creature could realise she was behind it, and swung it right round so that it came in contact with the creature's head. The bat shattered.

"Woops" Good one Rose, she thought as it turned to her.

They all groaned. The man with the glasses looked at her, "Don't move" he mouthed, he moved towards the creature as it lumbered towards Rose, emitting a keen like she had never heard before. Angel, or what she thought was him – his face was unrecognisable – grabbed an axe and threw it right at the creatures arm as it went grab Rose, who had now backed herself into a corner. The axe missed its arm and Rose's head by a couple of inches and stuck into wall she was backed up against. The creature let out the noise again and swung its left arm, knocking back the two men, who were slowly approaching it. Angel flew out and seized the creature by its head in an obvious attempt to twist it off, but it looked as if the creature was made of steel, it threw him off it's back, swung its arm again and, still screeching, broke through the glass doors and ran into the daylight. The people fighting it immediately followed it out, leaving Angel and Rose alone.

Angel was lying on the floor, the daylight pouring in from the broken window. It took her a moment to realise that she could hear a sizzling sound and smell burning, as if someone were burning eggs, and another to realise it was coming from Angel.

"Angel" she called, she tried to get to him but she realised the axe that missed her head, didn't miss her sleeve, and she was pinned to the wall. She tried to remove the axe, but her other arm had a deep cut in it that she didn't recall receiving.

"Angel", she called desperately "You're on fire!" she didn't know what to do; she tried to wrestle with the axe. It wouldn't budge. What was she going to do? Angel was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about it.

At that point, however, Angel seemed to awaken. He yelped in surprise and pain, stumbled out of the sunlight and quickly tried to put himself out, ripping off his shirt and throwing it onto the floor where it continued to burn until Angel put it out with his shoe…

Now bruised, battered but armed with a clean and burn free shirt, Angel focused on what Rose was saying, realising that he had zoned out whilst she was talking. The memories of what had happened an hour previously plagued his mind and began to make him aware of how close they all come to death

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess" Rose answered, aware of the far away look on his face.

"Good, cause you could have gotten yourself killed. What were you thinking?" He asked angrily, she was really stupid. She didn't even know anything about demons!

"Excuse me. I guess I was thinking that you had been knocked on your arse and you needed a little help. I have yet to hear the thanks for that by the way." She replied, just as angrily, crossing her arms and giving him a look that said 'I'm waiting'.

"Thanks?" he scoffed, "For what exactly? For NOT knocking it out with the bat? For almost getting us all killed?"

"Oi, listen, it's not my fault I didn't get an introduction on how to kill…. that thing, when I got here aright?" she argued, their reasonable conversation, going out the window.

"Hey! It's not like I had any warning you were going to show up and ruin everything!" He shouted at her.

"Yeah, well, I'm so sorry!" She yelled back, her voice getting louder, as she became more heated, "But neither did I. I didn't know that I was going to be here. I didn't know that I was going to have to battle whatever you call that thing! I didn't know that I was going to miss him so much!' she blurted out, and immediately felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to break free. She turned away from him and put her head in her hands. She hated this. She hated being here; she hated this place. She hated missing the Doctor after only a few hours. She wanted to be back with him so badly, it hurt, and she let the tears flow now, because she knew she wouldn't be able to hold them back any longer.

She heard the chair squeak next to her, and felt a hand around her shoulders. She didn't throw it off. She didn't have the energy.

"I'm sorry." He said to her, and he meant it. He didn't know what had gotten into him. He wasn't usually this angry, or this explosive, especially to women. What was wrong with him? The loss of Cordelia had such an impact on his life that it seemed he didn't know who he was anymore, and he hated it. And he missed her so much that it was easy to apologise, because he felt the same way. And because he was sorry, he was sorry that she came here, he was sorry that he couldn't protect her from the demon and he was sorry he hurt her. He knew that she needed to cry and let it all out. As a solitary tear escaped his eye, he let her cry…

Thanks for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Anyone wanna trouble me with some reviews, tell me where I should go with this? Xxx

(P.S I am still working on Las Nineras, it's just gonna take some time. I've got severe writer's block!)