I'm longing to be lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me
He distrusted her the moment he felt her presence in the building. Angel couldn't understand how Spike could see exactly what she was and not be wary of her. Not to mention that if her presence here were revealed it would draw all sorts of dangerous and unwanted attention.
She wasn't a child by any standards, but to him she was too young to be such a creature of the night. He watched from the doorway as Spike laid her down upon the bed. Faith stood behind Angel, watching silently as Buffy wrung a wet washcloth and began wiping the blood and dirt from the girl's features.
" What is she, Angel?" Faith asked, uncertainly. "Nothing about her feels human."
"That's because she's not, Faith. Walk with me." Angel responded, then headed down the hall towards the elevator. "We need to talk. I have a story for you."