On the chair next to the bed was a stack of clothing she recognized as the ones she had been wearing before. Quickly, she changed into them, leaving the nightgown folded in its place. She grabbed her boots and crept to the stairs.

"Good evening."

She spun around to see the one person she was avoiding making tea in his kitchen. He smiled at her and pulled out a chair to sit down in. He kicked out the chair next to him, gesturing for her to sit.

"Would you like some tea?'

Judy stayed right where she was, not quite sure how to handle this situation. The two stared at each other, staring each other down with their identical brown eyes.

She turned and ran up the steps, desperate to get out.

"The door's locked, Judy."

With a groan of frustration, she turned and sat on the top step. Below, she could hear a scuff of chair against the floor as he stood up, followed by footsteps.

"The elevator's open though."

Judy bolted down the steps and around the corner, desperate to leave. She didn't plan on Angel reaching around for her as she turned the corner and pulling her into his chest. Her arms were pinned to her sides as she kicked her legs. She opened her mouth to scream when his hand clamped down over it.

"Don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you, Precious. I just want to talk." She squirmed ever more, trying desperately to get away from the voice that was very near to her throat. She had gone two hundred years without being changed and she didn't want it to happen now.

"PHMMMMMMM!" She yelled into his hand, her voice breaking. Angel couldn't help but feel panic setting in for the both of them as he struggled to keep her from hurting him.

"Hush! I don't want to hurt you, Judy!"

She kicked her legs wildly as he held her arms to her sides. He leaned back against the wall, waiting simply for her to tire out. Even Vampires tired out eventually.

Sooner than expected, she fell back against his chest, breathing labored and hard.

"If I move my hand, are you going to scream?" He asked gently. She shook her head, making his hand lower back down to her arms as he lifted her up to place her in a chair at the kitchen table. He sat in the chair across from her as she caught her breath.

"How are you here, precious?" He asked. "I left you in an orphanage over one hundred and –"

"One hundred and fifty seven years to be exact." She snapped, crossing her arms. "You abandoned me."

He reached over to take her hand only for her to yank it away and cross her arms again, her own way of shutting him out. He sighed and walked over to the fridge.

"I'm hungry. You must be too."

Before she could answer, he tossed two bags of AB positive onto the table. He sat and began to drink from one. Judy stared at what was supposed to be her meal, her hands now down at her side. Angel paused and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Drink up, Jude. You need to feed to get better."

She stared at him for a long time, this time with only him feeling uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"You don't need to be embarrassed to drink in front of me. It's okay.'

She shook her head and pushed it away, making to stand up. He reached over to grab her wrist only to let go with a yelp.

"You're hot!" He yelled. She raised an eyebrow. "I mean your temperature. You're scorching hot! How are you hot? You didn't feed!"

She looked away, "I'm not a vampire, Angelus."

"What are you, Jude? How are you here?"

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm immortal."