CHAPTER FOUR
" Lorne, talk to me. What did you see?"
" Go away."
" If it's bad, I need to know." Angel persisted.
Lorne opened the door, " It is that bad. Good night." He tried to close the door but Angel stopped him.
" I need details."
" And I got none. Just a splitting migraine, a tummy full of rattlesnakes, and a strong suspicion I'm gonna lose my lunch again if I don't start drinking myself silly. " he tried to shut the door again but Angel stuck his foot in the way.
" C'mon Lorne. You gotta give me something."
Lorne sighed. " Do the words 'slouching towards Bethlehem' ring a bell? How about despair, torment and terror? And I'm not referring to little missy's choice of song, either, although that was horrifying in its own right. What I saw was jumbled. It was pieces, flashes. It was enough to make my skin crawl away and scamper under the bed. Evil's coming, Angel, and it's planning on staying."
" You all right?" Abigail asked Lorne later that evening.
" Yes…I'll be okay." Lorne took a long sip from his drink, " I just hope I won't get any nightmares." He watched her as she got ready for bed. She still hadn't told him about earlier. She didn't see the need to.
Lorne looked pale and tired. He didn't eat any dinner and had stayed in their room for the rest of the night.
" I'm just going downstairs to get a drink." Abigail told him. She left the room and went downstairs to the lobby. Angel was the only one down there.
" How's Lorne?"
" Tired." Abigail said.
" And how are you?" Angel asked her.
" Still can't quite believe it's the same demon who killed my parents is back and still alive."
" You should tell Lorne,"
" Why? It will only make him over protective and I don't want that right now. Its bad enough he's pestering me to talk about what happened over the summer."
The phone on the counter rang and she answered it, " Angel Investigations."
" Abigail, this is Wesley."
" Hi! Long time, no hear. How are you?"
" I'm okay…is Angel there? I need to speak to him. It's a matter of some urgency."
" Oh…hang on." She passed the phone to Angel, " It's Wesley."
" What?" Angel asked Wesley. He listened for a bit, " Are you sure?" he demanded. " Ok, we'll be right there."
" What's wrong?"
" It's Wolfram and Hart. They know Cordelia's back. They are planing to extract her." Angel hurried up the stairs to get Fred and Gunn.
While the team went to save Cordy from Wolfram and Hart, Lorne and Abigail got ready for bed. Lorne was downstairs getting two glasses of water for the both of them as Abigail took off her sweater and was unbuttoning her polo t-shirt when she heard a commotion downstairs. She heard a shout and running footsteps. " Lorne?" she called, whirling around. She ran down the hall and peered over the banister. She could see dark figures running into the lobby and Lorne being surrounded by them. " What the hell?" he shouted out as he tried to fight them off. But he was out numbered. Just as she was about to go and help him, a shadow fell across her and a hand clamped roughly to her mouth, stifling a scream.
