A Woman; Young woman, 26. Her name; Mary Lin Heartfield. Poor soul. She walked slowly through the night. Wasn’t afraid of anything.

Her appearance was appetizing. Big brown eyes, shoulder length layered, wavy, blonde hair with a little brown in it, tied in two pig tails. She was a small woman. 5’2”. Mary wore Her black shoes, sweet little marry jane kind, no socks with them. There were little white flowers that went up the side of her capris to her pink and white striped shirt.

Mary finally wore a black jacket, as she carried a flash light with her on her walk. Maybe she could use it for a weapon. But that was wasn’t on her list of priorities. She was looking for something, “Lucy,” she said, “Silly dog, come on Lucy….” she whistled.

She stopped where she was looking in the bushes next to where she stood, “Lucy,” she shinned the light into the bushes. It flashed into something eyes, there had been a glare. She was shook up, stepped back. Scared enough to about jumped off the sidewalk in the process.

The bushes moved around, “Hello...Lucy?” she questioned, “Lucy?” then there was a sudden yelp like that of a dog. She stopped suddenly, the word slipped her mouth, “L..u…c…y..” She automatically wanted to know what did that.

Did Lucy just yelp? What if my poor dog was in serious trouble, can’t just leave the poor girl in there to be, whatever on- She walked into the bushes. It lead to some trees. She about screamed. She saw her poor dead dog on the ground. Out cold, no dead. The poor young lab, blood where the collar should have been. Mary was very alert, very scared, breathing hard.

Mary would use the flashlight for protection if she had to, she kept going through the trees. It was like something was running, but had suddenly stopped in there. She let out a small scream when she found what she found. Something she’d never forget. There was a severe reason why.

The T.V. was too loud for the ears. Mary had turned the T.V. on before now, then quickly flipped it off. Her parrots started screeching, “Shhh….” she said. Making it’s ears throb. She put a sheet over the cage and her cats shot out of her way as she did so.

Mary turned to the blankets on her couch and spoke to them, “Sorry, that has to be a bit of a shock. All that noise,” she said, “I’m sorry.” Someone was under the blanket, “I mean, I’ve never found a sweaty, wet, naked man in the trees before.” Her nerves were racing, “Sorry, I mean, there’s nothing wrong with finding a naked, a man in the trees with no clothes on-”

‘The Man’ pulled the blanket off his head. It was Angel. He had his hands on his ears. Seemed confused. He took his hands off his ears and stood up. The blanket fell down.

“Oh god,” she turned her head then went to Angel and picked the blanket up not looking at him, or any of his revealed appendages. “Put that back on,” she said putting the blanket on him and having him sit down.

Angel looked terribly confused, “Where…” he winced, “Where, am… I?”

“Santa Monica,” she said peeping between her fingers realizing he had the blanket on him, “California.”

“California?” questioned Angel, “When?”

“ Um… It’s Oct. 14, 2005,” she sighed “I take it you’re not really from around here, or something?”

“All these,” he looked around the room.

Mary lived in an apartment. Small, a living room, that’s where they were, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, and a door that either lead to a closet or another bedroom. Angel looked at the bird cage, the cats, the old beagle sleeping on the colorful kitchen rug.

She seemed stressed, “Naked man, sweaty… naked man on my couch,” she looked alert, very alert, she then said, “Sorry, see something attacked my dog and-”

“No apologizing,” he winced, there was more to it then anything was being said. Angel wincing, “Confusion,” he sighed.

“Confusion?” she question raising her eye brows, “This is different.”

There was a long moment, awkward silence. She didn’t want to look at the sweaty naked man on her couch, but did. “I’m Marry. You?” Angel didn’t reply, he, still looking confused, “You?”

“I was born Liam,” he said.

“Oh, Liam,” she was still stressed, “That’s… a nice name.” Angel looked at the floor like something bothered him, they were quiet for that long moment, “Something wrong.” He didn’t reply, “Liam?” she stepped towards him, “Something wrong?”

He just looked up at her, “Well, yeah, of course something’s wrong, I have a sweaty- Oh, you understand the point.” Mary didn’t want to repeat, sweaty naked man on my couch.

“Soul,” groaned Angel.

“Soul!” her eyes opened up real wide, “Soul?” she questioned, quickly she picked up a bat from next to the bird cage, “You’re not in some kind of cult are you because, well,” she gripped the bat, “I may be all kinds of humanitarian, but, I’ll beat you so hard you come near me….” she stuttered for a moment, “The opposite side of your head from where I hit you will have splinters!”

Angel looked up at her, “I wont hurt you.”

“How can I trust you?” she demanded in a crazy manner, “You know, you can’t trust anyone in this kind of, predicament, with that, this, and” she started gesturing with her hands from him to the bat, “You.”

“Calm down,” he said.

“You calm down,” said Mary.

“Put the bat down,” trembled Angel, he stiffened up, “Just put it down.”

“No cult?”

“No cult,” he said.

The bat was put down. She took a breath, then she let it out, “Do you know why you’re here?”

“A greater purpose,” said Angel, he looked around the room, “That’s...what they tell me.”

“Did you escape from a mental facility or something?” she asked.

“No,” he sighed looking down.

“Sorry...Are you hungry?” she asked.

He looked up at her, “No,” he said quickly, “Not hungry.”

“Sorry about the mental facility question, I mean, you don’t… I don’t get…maybe you’re not crazy,” stated Mary, “Maybe I should take you to the hospital,” she rubbed her head, “Actually I don’t know why I didn’t just do that instead of bringing you here.”

“No,” said Angel looking up at her, “They wouldn’t understand.”

“It’s still pretty hard for me to grasp too,” said Mary, “You know.” She looked around, “Are you sick?”

“I feel crazy,” he sighed.

“So far you just, tremble and sick, not, sick minded,” replied Mary looking for the right words.

“I’m a sick minded man, why bring me here?” he questioned energetically, “I could do anything?”

“You’re not a sick minded man,” she said, “From what I see.”

“I’m a bad man, demon, a true animal,” said Angel rubbing his head.

“I like animals, cats, dogs, birds, you’re not an animal,” she replied sweetly.

“Animal, funny,” he sneered.

“Not funny,” she sighed, “You’re not an animal, you’re a human being. Liam.”

He looked back up at her, “Clothes.”

“Ooh, I have that,” she went into the second bedroom, not closet and came back out with man’s clothes, “You can go into the bathroom and put these on,” she said pointing to the bathroom.

Angel stood up dropping the blanket and looked down at her excepting the clothes. “Thank You,” he said. She only tried to keep her eyes with his and nowhere else.

Angel went into the bathroom. Mary sat down on the couch on the blanket then stood up quickly having thought about the naked guy that was in it. She shoved the blanket off the couch and one of her cats began sticking it's nails in the blanket and yawning.

Angel had pulled the black jeans on and buckled the belt. He looked in the mirror no reflection. Still. He heard screaming n his ears. Screaming of someone who wasn’t there. He took in a hurt breath, like he needed one.

“GET OFF!” screamed the voice. Emma. He didn’t know this name. He knew it, like it was a name on the tip of his tongue he couldn’t say. He winced sitting down on the toilet seat cover whimpering. Putting his hands on his head. “I didn’t mean to,” he said looking up at the ceiling his eyes teary, “It wasn’t me.”

He saw Conner kneel down in front of him. Angel pulled his hands from his face. Conner spoke, “This is for-” he never heard the name of who it was for. Things flashed, the light was so bright. His eyes went around the room with great confusion. He didn’t sweat, that’s not what vampires do. He held his head.

Conner wasn’t there anymore. “Liam, are you alright in there?” asked Marry. Angel looked to the door.

“Yes,” he said grabbing the green short sleeve shirt, “Fine,” he said. He put the shirt on and stood there looking at himself. Hearing 'her' screams. Just hers for now.

Mary stood up as he stepped out of the Bathroom. “You like them?” she asked.

“They’re fine,” said Angel eyeing her cats who went towards him. One licked his bare foot and backed away.

She started hissing at him. Then the other cats joined in. The dog woke up and looked at him, he started barking. Angel covered his ears.

“Caramel,” said Marry scolding the old dog.

She went over to the dog and grabbed his collar and took him to her room and shut the door where he kept barking. Mary grabbed up her cats and put them in the other room. The parrots were quiet. The thought it was nap time, the way birds do once under the cover of a sheet.

“Sorry,” she said.

“No apologizing,” he said, “Anymore, of them?”

“Well,” she sighed, “I did, Lucy.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“It’s not your fault, something just attacked her, part of the wild...some wild hopeless animal,” stated Mary.

“Animal,” said Angel, “complete animal.”

She watched him remove his hands from his ears, “Maybe this animal was scared.” Mary went towards him, he backed up almost into the cage, but he’d stopped himself, “Now, I won’t hurt you.”

“Is it always night?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “Day is in 3 hr. it’s late.”

“No always night?” he questioned going towards her.

“Nope, nothing like that has ever happened, since like, 2003,” she said. That was wrong information, it did, The Harvester. Angel had the memories of the night being around, that red, “I have to admit,” she started again, “That had to be freaky, but, everything’s freaky.”

“Freaky,” he sighed going towards her. He hungered her.

“Yeah,” she said, “Some woman named Jasmine, weird, I was in New York but, that was just a blow to the system. I thought I’d have to start visiting a psychiatrist but, he was having the same sadness so. I got over it.”

“Got over it,” he stated.

“You repeat a lot don’t you?” she questioned, he looked down didn’t reply, “Liam?”

“I should go,” he said being close to her, smelling her, her throbbing neck, so tender looking to his strong eyes.

“-don’t,” replied Mary, “You can stay here.”

“It’s not my place,” he ranted.

“But it’s okay,” she said, “I can get you something to eat, drink. You can tell me why you were in those bushes.”

“I came back-”

“From where?”

“You wouldn’t believe me,” he replied looking back down to the floor.

“Try me,” she said, “Wait,” she spoke looking closer to him, “You were that man.”

“What man?” he questioned stepping back from her.

“Came out of some kind portal over the T.V. with a head and… cut it’s mouth or something…You took that woman from us.”

“Sorry,” he said looking up at her wide eyed.

“Don’t worry, I just knew I recognized you, but...” she drifted then came back, “I don’t follow any forms of communism.”

“Communism?” asked Angel, “She wanted happiness, Conner.”

“Conner?” questioned Mary, “ Everything is a little fuzzy for me, so I can’t really remember names like that.”

“Never mind,” he said, he grabbed his ears wincing, looking at the bright lights of the room.

“I don’t sell drugs,” she said.

“Huh?” Angel said looking at her quickly, “No,” he sighed.

A flash in his mind: The Past: He punched Emma, “Fine then,” Angelus punched her again, “Hold still, it’s about time I showed you what a real man is.”

“Get off me!” she demanded, struggling under his grip, as he had held her shoulder to the wall.

“Think you’ll sit here all day, no I get to have a little fun too,” smiled Angelus holding her down.
He grabbed her by the waist. She shoved him off and he came back at her. She took her feet to brace him back and he grabbed her inner thy lustfully and she kicked him off. But he came back, “Struggling will only make it worse.”

“GET OFF!” she demanded her wounds healing slowly. He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her forcefully, she pushed him away, “OFF!” Angelus put his hands on her chest and forced her down. He got on top of her. Emma struggled and screamed, “GET OFF!”

He grabbed the waist of her pants and pull on them as she hit him weakly but as hard as she could and she screamed for him to get off. He just kept smiling. He went vampy faced and bit into her neck still forcing himself on her, pulling on her pants holding her by the hair. Her eyes wide open with fear struggling against him, his cold teeth in her neck.

Conner Killed Him: “Bet you didn’t know that, naturally, you could only be killed by yourself,” said Angelus. Angelus punched Conner in the face, “You’re not like me.”

Angelus smiled though, “I stole Emma’s powers though.”

Angelus flung Conner against the wall and punched him over and over again quickly. Blood from Conner splattered on the ground.

“I thought you’d be more of a challenge, hmm… She was when I put it to her,” he finished.

Conner saw everything differently now. His anger grew stronger. He slammed Angelus off of him and kicked Him across the head. Angelus flipped back up on his feet and Conner now healed stomach, wise, ducked Angelus’s throws.

“HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER!” Conner understood what Angelus had done.

His strength changed. Conner started punching Angelus in the face repeatedly. He kicked him in the crouch. He jumped up and twirled around punching Angelus. Then he twirled around and kicked him across the face.

Angelus picked up the sword Conner had dropped and tried to cut his head off, but at the swipe Conner grabbed the blade and broke it. He then kicked Angelus against the wall and punched him. Angelus pushed him back.

Angelus was now bloodied up badly. Conner was healing at every shot he threw at Angelus. Conner then punched him in the face. Angelus laughed through the blood on his face that healed, “Come on, she hit me harder when I put my hands in her pants.”

Conner kept punching him, “THIS IS FOR EMMA!” roared Conner, Conner shot a stake out of his shirt sleeve and stabbed Angelus in the crouch with it then in the heart. Angelus looked at him wide eyed. He went to dust.

Mary shook Him. “Are you alright?” she questioned.

They were sitting at her small two seat kitchen table, Angel looked up at her, “Here.”

“You kind of spaced out, you were out for like 10mins,” she said.

“Sorry,” he quivered.

“I was kind of telling you about me getting here today, and you just went out of it,” she said.

“Things,” he moaned looking at her.

“Your pale, Are you sick?” she put her hand on his forehead, “Oh goodness,” she pulled away from him, “You’re cold.”

Angel stood up, “I’m fine,” he said, “Just…”

“Just sick, I should call the hospital,” she said.

“No,” he said urgently, “Don’t, they wouldn’t understand.”

He went towards her, “You’re sick,” Marry complained, “You could be in trouble.”

“It’s nothing,” he said grabbing her with such strength and speed that the frig he put her against shook, she just looked at him, “Nothing,” he breathed.

Mary’s heart was racing, she didn’t know what to do, “You’re… You’re hurting me.”

He pulled his hands away. Angel looked down at his feet, he was wearing boots now then back at her, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re crazy.”

Angel just looked around quickly, just looked around, he needed an escape plan. He saw the open window and leapt out of it quickly, inhumanly. Mary just stood there, heaving for breath. Wondering.

Sewers, That was the only place Angel could go. At a time like this. Day was going to come. Day had come. The sewers were wet. He felt too slow to catch a rat. Hunger surged through him. He could feel the nearest of human’s hearts throb, in his head.

He paced the wet floor. The hunger like the scream of his victims. Those screams still going in his head. “Shut up,” he said, “I know what I did.” But did he? So confusing. He held his head, then Angel slammed his hands against the stone of the sewer wall, “STOP TALKING!”

Dust fell from the ceiling from the force of his blow. He took a breath sliding into the wall behind him and sitting down against it. “Who are these people?”

Buffy knelt down in front of him. Not Buffy though. “You wanted to kill her, why didn’t you just do it?” she sneered.

“I didn’t want to,” he said.

“Yes you did,” she said caressing his cheek, “You wanted to take that neck, hold it in your hands. Cure that hunger,” her voice was mean, angry, but in a seductive taunting manner, “Why didn’t you, afterwards-”

“Shut up,” said Angel, “Shut up.”

“Remember when you bit me?” she questioned.

“You’re not Buffy,” coaxed Angel looking down at the sewer floor holding his head.

“But I am, so truly,” she smiled, she came up close to his face, she took her hand from him, “You may still love her but she doesn’t love you.”

Angel didn’t answer he kept trembling, “When will it go away.”

She turned into Conner, “When I think you’ve paid, when she thinks you’ve paid,” he growled.

“It was Angelus,” said Angel.

“Liam,” he smiled, “Angel is just a mask, you are Angelus.”

Angel looked at him, “Stupid boy.”

Conner just smiled at him like he had something up his sleeve. “I’m not as stupid as you thought, I killed you didn’t I?”

“Be quiet,” he stuttered, “Just be quiet,” he whispered.

Angel was incapable of stopping everything, all the feelings rushing through him. He looked at his evil smiling figment of his imagination. “You’re an animal,” he said.

“Animal,” stated Angel.

“Animal,” smiled Conner standing up, “Animal, Animal, Animal, Angel, the Animal.”

Night:

Angel had found a black jacket and now walked the place of a Demon bar. He was stalky like now. Watching everything around him. Vamps, regular green demons. All kinds of colors actually. Humans, humans screaming.

Conversation about how everything was great. Where, when, how many. Natural demon conversations, about demon things. “Find you a nice pretty one,” said Emma stroking his shoulder, “Human, not demon, my animal.”

“No,” he whispered looking at her, “I wont. I can’t do it.” He looked at the humans that had achieved walking freely amongst others.

“I know you like to torture,” said Emma, “Torture, Torture, my animal.”

“No, Angelus does,” he said.

“You do, Angelus is you, was you, always will be…you.”

“I can hold it,” he said.

“You’re pale,” she circled him, if she was more then a hallucination her breath would touch him, “You want that food. You smell it, like the perfume they wear.”

Angel looked at the girls sitting at the bar talking with the demons, he seemed to be a little sleepy, “Slayers.”

“They taste good, don’t they, the skin… is just the appetizer,” she said holding his shoulders as he looked at them, “The blood is the candy surprise, the cherry under the chocolate coating.”

“No,” he closed his eyes tight, “It’s wrong.”

“What?” she questioned getting in front of him, “You need, a damsel in distress?” He looked at her, she put her hand on his chest, like that’d do something, she wasn’t really there, “That’s what you want don’t you?….Want it bad…” Her voice and his hunger made him want them, the women sitting at the bar. Any person he could get his hands on.

“Call yourself Angelus for me,” Buffy said, not Emma, Emma was Buffy.

“No,” he said looking her in the eyes.

“ANGELUS!” said a familiar demon voice.

Angel turned around to see the demon, “No.”

“Don’t tell me Angelus got knocked back into your skull again?” asked the horned demon taking a drink of blood and putting it down. Angel looked at him, The demon walked towards him, “So, guys, we happen to have the grand Angel in our midst.” He started to laugh, “The beacon of all that good in this world.”

The other demons started laughing, “Gonna let them talk to you like that?” growled Buffy in his ear, “Really, would you?”

Angel looked at them. “I think we should teach Mr. Angel here, why you shouldn’t fight, you shouldn’t switch sides.”

The other demons got up and went towards Angel. Angel was surrounded. “Come on,” said Buffy, “You can’t beat them.”

One went to punch Angel and he dodged it, very close though. Angel ducked a blow from behind and grabbed the ‘blower’ by the arm and threw him to the ground. One went to under kick him and he jumped up and kicked the kicker in the head.

The kicker flew back onto his back. Angel ducked another blow and punched the demon in the stomach then jumped up with his vampire abilities and kicked the demon in the head knocking the fellow over the pool table. He landed on his feet and back handed the original demon.

Angel quickly elbowed him in the face and kicked him down. Angel grabbed a pool stick inhumanly and staked a vampire on his right. Another demon went at him and he twirled the stick around hitting the green thing in the head. Green goop fell on the floor.

He jabbed the now broken pool stick through the heart of one vamp hitting the one behind him in the same way. Dust. Another demon came at him and he hit it upside the face with the pool stick piece. A demon rammed their head into his stomach slamming him into a wall. Angel took the pool stick and slammed it into the demon’s head.

The demon went down to the ground. Demon from the right, he punched him with his left then turned around and gave another demon a right. Head butted the demon then grabbed his head and snapped his neck.

The demons were backing off. They backed away. Angel ran to the stairs out. He ran up them into the sewer entrance he’d come from and down the sewer halls. He took a turn and went against the wall. He looked forward.

“Didn’t get the humans,” sighed Buffy, “I really thought you could do it too.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re not there,” said Angel, “You’re just a manifestation of my soul, making me feel guilt for what I’ve done.”

“Wow, manifestation, big words coming from you Captain Forehead,” said Emma coming up to him from the side.

“Don’t call me that,” stated Angel.

“Grab life by the horns,” said Emma, “Take what you want. And everything will be just fine.”

Mary ran into the Police station. She went up to the front desk. A man was on the phone, “I need help,” she said getting her breath. The policeman at the counter put his hand up for quiet, she kept going, “It’s about a missing person.”

The policeman put his hand on the phone receiver where one talks in, “Well, they won’t be anymore missing when I’m done with this phone call,” he went back to the receiver.

“You’re the police,” she said amazed, outraged better use of word.

He put his hand on the receiver, “Ma’am, wait.” He went back to listening, “Well thank you for that information,” he replied to the phone, “Yes we will look into this Charles Gunn, yes.”

Mary hung up the phone, “I need help,” she said, “It’s urgent.”

“Ma’am,” said the officer, “You just hung up on an important call.”

She grabbed the phone up and held it as it rang, “If you don’t listen to me and help me with my problem I’ll steal your phone.”

The police officer let out a breath, “Yes Ma’am, how may I help you.”

“There’s a missing man, I think he’s a mental patient or something,” she stated.

“We need a name,” stated The Officer.

“Liam, he told me his name was Liam,” she started, “And-”

“How long has he been gone?” questioned The Officer, he sounded bored of her situation.

She was in a panicky state, “24hr. Almost, I know you don’t want us to come in unless they’ve been missing for 48 but this is-”

“Ma’am aren’t you that crazy lady that keeps coming in here claiming her dog Lucy is missing,” stated The Officer.

“Lucy is dead,” she said bluntly, “And I found this man?”

“So you lost your one night stand?” asked the Officer.

“What?” she said quickly, “No, I found him, sweaty and naked?”

“Did he look like he’d been mugged?” questioned the calm Officer twiddling his pen, “Before or after?”

“No. Before or after I found him? I didn’t mug him,” she stated, “We need to find him.”

“Ma’am we need more info.”

“Remember that Jasmine, that imposter woman?” she asked.

“Jasmine, rings a slight bell ma’am.I know a lot of Jasmines.”

Mary’s speech was quick like she was the one that had supposedly come from the institution, “He’s from L.A. his name is Liam, he was in that hotel with the demon lady.”

“Demon lady?”

“Jasmine,” she stated, “He came out of a portal and cut a demon’s sewn mouth open and there was this hissing, and Jasmine, was a demon.”

“And this demon kidnapped the sweaty naked man?”

“No, he’s got clothes on now,” she stated.

“And Liam knows this sweaty naked man who’s got his mouth sewn shut and he’s got clothes on and took your dead dog Lucy.”

“NO,” she yelled, “ You’re getting it all wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong.”

“Start over,” stated the officer.

“START OVER?” she said, “HAVEN’T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO ME?” she roared, “There’s a man from a mental institution missing named Liam!”

“Ma’am calm down,” stated The officer.

“How am I supposed to calm down, You small minded baboon!” she was throwing her arms up in the air still holding the phone.

“Ma’am if you don’t calm down we’ll have to take you into custody for the time being,” replied The officer.

“Never mind!” she slammed the phone back down on his desk and stomped out of the place.

“Nut,” he sighed looking to the phone that wasn’t ringing anymore.

She walked into the night time. Walking down the people less sidewalk. She kept walking. Mary was fuming inside. Where could he have gone? “Well he certainly didn’t disappear,” she said to herself.

Mary turned the next corner towards her home and a vampire jumped out at her. She started screaming for help.

Angel was walking the streets when he heard a scream. Angel ran towards it. He knew what he had to do. He shot off down the road. The scream sounded through his ears like a battle horn. Angel leapt into action

The vamp bent that poor blonde woman backwards getting ready to sink his teeth into her throat. Angel grabbed him and slammed him against the wall behind him. The vamp punched Angel. Angel backed away having that blow take him off guard. The vamp punched him in the face again. Angel grabbed a piece of medal from the side of the, Alley.

He sliced the vamps head off dust going through the air. He dropped the piece of medal then stood there. The woman’s breaths were hard. He jumped at her, his face vamping out, and sunk his teeth into her throat. Her warm blood went into his throat, down the back of his tongue, into his system. There was a scream. He dropped the woman.

That wasn’t Mary, the second scream belonged to her. Angel ripped from the woman blood on his mouth. He took off up the side of the buildings.

Mary kept screaming at the vamp. The vampire grabbed his ears. Angel all of a sudden grabbed her from behind and put his hand over her mouth then threw her down. She caught herself looking back to the fight scared.

“She’s a screamer,” said the vamp. Angel punched him in the face then ducked a blow from him. Back and Forth. He under kicked Angel and Angel flipped back onto his feet immediately slamming his fist into the demon’s face. The demon flew back on the side walk.

Angel walked towards him and the vamp got up bloody faced and took off. Angel watched him go. He turned to Mary. She looked up at him, blood still on his lip, “What are you?” she asked, “Did he hurt you?” she asked, “What… was… he?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” said Angel.

“Take her,” snarled Buffy in his ear.

“Try me,” Mary said, “I’ve seen it, what, what’s going on?”

“You know what you want!” growled Buffy.

Angel winced, “You wouldn’t, just go home.”

“You’re something I’ve never seen before Liam,” she said, “And,” she sighed, “I thought you were missing.”

“I don’t care, just go home before something happens.”

“Would you hurt me?” she questioned.

“Where are you getting this?” asked Angel.

“You would hurt her,” smiled Buffy, “And enjoy it, ride her-”

Angel blocked her out, “Run home, go in your house, and stop inviting things in, hell, get a priest.”

“Priest,” she said, “Liam, are there more?”

“Many, all over, you won’t be safe till day, RUN!” he demanded.

“I want to know more about you,” she said, “I’m not going to just run.”

Angel shoved her against the wall behind her, “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with girl.”

“I looked for you, told you my life story and you run off,” Mary complained, “Come on. Plus, you’re sick.”

“Stop your little school girl crush,” he snarled, “You don’t know what you’re messing with,” he squeezed her shoulders.

“You’re hurting me again,” she winced, “Get off.”

Angel licked the blood off his lip. Looking at her big brown eyes. “Come on Angel,” teased Buffy, “Don’t hold back.”

Angel let go of Mary quickly and shot up the fire escape nearest to them. She was amazed by his agility as he shot up the way. Absolutely amazed.

His Eyes had changed back with slight time. The anger settled. Not anger, sadness. A sleep that wouldn’t leave. He was a tired alert. Felt that heart beat but didn’t see where it came from. Conner sighed.

He sighed as he sat on the couch of the Lobby watching the T.V. He sat there with his arms crossed over his chest. Conner wore a pair of blue jeans and a green long-sleeve shirt. Dawn stood in front of Conner, “You don’t talk much,” she said, “I know your sad, but-” she sighed, “Never mind,” she folded her hands across her chest.

Conner looked at her in a way. No expression on his face. Maybe an expression of slight annoyance, but that could have just been the feel he was putting off besides, ‘Oh, No, the whole world is ending’ vibe. “Okay,” she said, “That’s an odd expression, you know you’re kind of creepy that way.”

Conner just looked at her, she kept talking, “We’ve got no calls from Spike.”

“Should I care?” he asked looking back at the T.V.

“The world hasn’t ended?” stated Dawn.

Conner closed his eyes, he swallowed. He opened his eyes slowly, “Why are you talking to me?”

“You’re always, you know like this,” said Dawn.

Conner rolled his eyes, “Your life is too happy for you to understand.”

“I’m trying to be nice,” said Dawn.

“Maybe you just need to shut your throat,” said Conner, “Huh,” he stated, “You like me talking now?”

“Now you’re just being mean,” she said stomping off.

Conner looked back at the T.V. “That was harsh,” stated Wesley, “Till Buffy comes back-”

“I don’t give a damn,” said Conner, his eyes went yellow.

“Conner we can’t help you if-”

He turned towards the T.V., “IF NOTHING,” he didn’t reply again to Wesley.

Wesley went to the ringing phone on the bar and picked up the receiver, ‘Angel investigations- Yes, about Charles Gunn?”