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How many weeks have gone by since I've been back in town, and what exactly do I have to show for it? How long has it been since I found out that Angel was now working for Wolfram and Hart, and why haven't I faced him, confronted him like I initially planned?
I'm... scared. I'll admit it, even though it's hard to do that. I'm scared that when I look at him, when I see him, all those nightmares that I've locked in the closet of my mind will come crashing through the door and come to life. Hell, who am I kidding, every time I look in the mirror I see those nightmares coming to life.
"You're not the same little girl you used to be."
I sighed and supressed the shiver that crept down my spine. I heard his voice just as certainly as if he was standing behind me. Maybe he was, but I was too afraid to turn around and see him. Would he look like he did, dead on the floor, blood on his body? or would he look like he did in life? I'm not sure which would be worse, to be honest.
"No, Daddy. I'm not."
I set my shoulders. I came to L.A. to see Angel, to figure out what it was that the Higher Powers wanted from me. I had to see him, and I couldn't put it off anymore.
I knew he was working for Wolfram and Hart, and through my contacts, I knew that he stayed there late, well into the evening, before doing... whatever it is that he did. I'd go by the office. Tonight.
I dressed casual, blue jeans, white shirt, my black jacket and boots. No need for anything else, not for Angel, anyway. I drove to the Wolfram and Hart building. There were... a lot of cars in the parking lot. More than I thought would be usual for a business, but this wasn't a usual business. Perhaps this was better, though. The more people around, the less chance that something might happen to me. Hopefully.
I entered the lobby and stopped dead in my tracks. What the...?
[Open to Angel or Xander or anyone else who might run into Kate in the lobby entrance. Over in Anya's post.]
I'm... scared. I'll admit it, even though it's hard to do that. I'm scared that when I look at him, when I see him, all those nightmares that I've locked in the closet of my mind will come crashing through the door and come to life. Hell, who am I kidding, every time I look in the mirror I see those nightmares coming to life.
"You're not the same little girl you used to be."
I sighed and supressed the shiver that crept down my spine. I heard his voice just as certainly as if he was standing behind me. Maybe he was, but I was too afraid to turn around and see him. Would he look like he did, dead on the floor, blood on his body? or would he look like he did in life? I'm not sure which would be worse, to be honest.
"No, Daddy. I'm not."
I set my shoulders. I came to L.A. to see Angel, to figure out what it was that the Higher Powers wanted from me. I had to see him, and I couldn't put it off anymore.
I knew he was working for Wolfram and Hart, and through my contacts, I knew that he stayed there late, well into the evening, before doing... whatever it is that he did. I'd go by the office. Tonight.
I dressed casual, blue jeans, white shirt, my black jacket and boots. No need for anything else, not for Angel, anyway. I drove to the Wolfram and Hart building. There were... a lot of cars in the parking lot. More than I thought would be usual for a business, but this wasn't a usual business. Perhaps this was better, though. The more people around, the less chance that something might happen to me. Hopefully.
I entered the lobby and stopped dead in my tracks. What the...?
[Open to Angel or Xander or anyone else who might run into Kate in the lobby entrance. Over in Anya's post.]