Snuggling against Angel, Fred carefully tucked the blankets
around them, trying to make certain there were no spaces for cold air to get
On the other hand the too-cold-to-sleep period of the night, before Angel absorbed her warmth, was always the best time to talk.
Laying in the dark, her cheek pillowed against his chest,
the feel of his fingers gently playing with the ends of her hair, Fred felt
utterly and completely safe and at home.
"Where are you from?" Fred murmured.
She automatically interpreted the slight ripple of his
muscles under her head as a shrug.
A faint puff of breath expressed Fred's lack of satisfaction
with his answer.
"Ireland," Angel sighed.
"Was it pretty there?" Fred asked.
"Beautiful," Angel said.
"Were you a farm kid or a town kid?" Fred asked, nudging the conversation away from the negatives of being a vampire.
"It doesn't matter," Angel replied.
"Course it matters," Fred objected with an increasing level
"Becoming a vampire changes how see anything," Angel informed her.
"Angel isn't a traditional Irish name," Fred said,
struggling for a safe topic.
Fred felt Angel go rigid beside her, "They didn't," he said.
With a sigh Fred pulled away from him.
"My name was Liam," Angel said hesitantly.
Fred relaxed back against Angel.
As he listened to her ramble on about her childhood, Angel