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After that whole spell bloody head wound shower deal that we will tell no one about, I decided to check on Wesley. I had gone down in the lobby and it appeared that Angel and Faith had left, or something. No one ever tells me what's going on around here until it's too late and I'm bleeding from some octopus looking memory messing with demon thing.
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"Oh my god, Wesley, you should see your face." I snickered as I happily put the pink helmet on watching as he got on the bike and started it up. I climbed on the back and carefully wrapped my arms around him, still laughing have you. I think I was going to laugh the whole way back, we stopped to check on two people that were in danger... danger of having an orgasm. I guess that would have made me blush too, but just Wes was blushing.
"Let's get to the hotel before something else drastic happens." I smirked and held on tighter as the bike started to pull forward. "And so help me? If you make me fall off of this thing? You will hear about it for the rest of your natural life, that is if I don't kill you first." I gripped him a bit harder and ducked my head down. Maybe if I just didn't look we'd be there faster, I was worried about Faith and Angel. He had better not let her get hurt.
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Putting on my helmet, I glared at Cordelia and then sighed when a screamed again, which followed by a man growling. I'm not at all listening to their 'more, yes and oh gods'. Because really... I already had the mental picture, I didn't need the soundtrack as well. "Well, if you'd stop laughing, then maybe you wouldn't fall of it." Rolling my eyes, I got on the bike myself and turned on the engine.
And why on earth is she trying to squeeze any remaining oxygen out of me? I'm not *that* much of a dangerous driver. Certainly not after I've seen how Angel drives. And it's a good thing I remembered how to get to the damn hotel. The one where I really didn't want to go. Because she was there. And that vampire. But, here we were going anyway. I drove carefully, because to be honest, I didn't have any other choice. I suppose Dennis was right when he through I wasn't yet fit enough to drive the bike.
But I managed it anyway. Quite proudly so.
Turning of the bike, I parked it infront of the hotel, took of my helmet and glanced down at the hands around my waist. Rather white hands, which were holding on very, very tightly. "Errrr...Cordelia? I'd like to breath a little, if you don't mind? We're here." And look! I didn't kill us. Well, not in traffic. I nearly killed myself from embarrassment. Stupid couple in that alley. Why couldn't they do that at home, like *normal* people.?
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"I guess they are still gone." I shrugged and pulled out a book, a book that had numbers of anyone you could think of in. Angel's little brain, that was now my little brain. I had to find Doyle's number, he was never late for anything. I found the number and grabbed the phone, dialing. I looked up as Wesley looked around the lobby nervously, like he was expecting Faith to jump from the ceiling and finish him off still. Okay so that made me a little nervous and I found myself looking up too. I shook my head and brought my attention back to the phone, ringing. Ringing. Ringing.
"He's not answering." I whispered and covered the mouthpiece, looking concerned at Wes. I heard his answering machine pick up and I just hung the phone up, I had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. I was now really worried about Doyle, with everything that had happened? What if... "Wesley? What should we do? Should we... damn it Angel, where are you?" If Angel were here he would know what to do, him and Doyle were good pals. He would know where to find him, maybe he was with them? No, he wasn't. I glanced at the box on the desk, the one with the eyeballs and I felt my stomach sink. I walked over and picked up the box, looking at the eyes and I felt the room spin slightly.
"These.... these are Doyle's." I said with a shaky voice, looking at the box and then up at Wesley. "These eyeballs are Doyle's, I think."
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They're not here. Good, they're not here. No Faith. No Angel. All is well. Then why can't I seem to get rid of this nervous feeling in my stomach. Because they could come back. Ah, right. That's it. Let's hope they stay away until I'm gone. Looking around nervously, and may I add, on my guard, I walked over to the counter where Cordelia was calling, I assumed, this Doyle fellow. She gave me a concerned look when she said he wasn't answering. This did not bode well I take it. Again, I didn't know this chap, so I had to go by Cordelia's hunches here.
"Well," I started as she moved over to a box on the counter. "We could go look for him. But I'd have no idea where to look. Unless...pardon?" I blinked at her and then at the box. "Did you just say eyeballs?" I've heard about eyeballs for magical use and well there are newt eyes of course. But I didn't think to actually find them here on the counter of this hotel. Then again, vampire... No, no I don't think Angel would be that way.
Walking over to Cordelia, I took in her shaking form and then peered into the box. Green eyes, Doyle did have green eyes as far as I remembered. But I couldn't tell, of course, if these where his. But if they were... *That* did not bode well at all. "Where did this come from?" Picking up the box, I started to look for something that might give us a clue. "Is there anyway you can reach Angel?"
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"What? I don't know. It just showed up earlier and I left it for Angel. Who would do something like this?" I asked quietly, waving my hand in the air dismissively about the whole who/what/where/when routine I felt coming on from him. I just looked at the eyeballs of a friend, sitting in a box on the counter of my workplace. Sunnydale? Here I come. Only not really. Wes was just sitting there looking down in the box, was he expecting the eyeballs to start talking or something?
"What ... what are you doing just staring?" I asked with a bit of sadness and annoyance in my voice. "Oh god! Angel and Faith, what if... what if the person who cut out Doyle's eyeballs is after them? What if he has them already, are we going to get their eyes too Wesley?" I felt my hands suddenly wrapping around the lapels of his jacket and I don't remember being this close to him.
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I glanced over at Cordelia and moved to carefully put down the box again. "No, I was just looking to see if there was any indication of where it came from." And lord was I glad I'd put the box down, because otherwise Mister Doyles eyeballs would not be disrespectfully be rolling on the bloody floor. I was suddenly yanked forward, arms flailing and only had time to make a strangled sound of surprise, which may have been a yelp. Not that I'd ever admit that.
Cordelia is quite a lot strong then she looks, isn't she? I'll have to remember that. "Cordelia!" I squeaked, prying her hands loose from my jacket, which I have to say was quite a feat. Letting out a sigh, I straightened my jacket and then leaned on the counter. "Calm down. I'm sure both Angel and...Faith, are quite capable of taking of themselves." Faith certainly can, as she showed both of us quite vividly.
"We don't know where they are, so we can't look for them. Unless you want to go by informants who may have seen or heard something."
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"I don't know anyone, or I can't think of any right now. I just. No, we stay here. They'll be home soon. They can tell us what's going on, maybe they are out there right now beating the holy heck outta whoever it is that's done this." I took in a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. First a pink helmet, riding on a bike and nearly dying, now? Eyeballs. What a day this was, maybe a head wound wouldn't be such a bad idea right now. It meant being knocked out.
"It's safer here. We don't want to run into anything we can't handle." Or couple's having sex in alleys, even though that was way more amusing than a box of eyeballs, I could do without it. Actually alcohol sounded really dang good right now, I'd even drink a beer if I could drink it fast enough to get past the taste. I got up and headed toward the kitchen, my fingers locking around a bottle of booze Angel sometimes drank from. Shot glass. And then? The worst taste I've ever had in my mouth happened as I tipped back a shot. Wesley stood in the doorway looking at me oddly as I swallowed hard, thumping my chest in a cough at the burning liquid now tearing a hole in my stomach. Mmmm. Good.
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"Alright," I nodded. "Well just both..." I frowned and watched her get up to walk over to, someplace. "....stay here," I finished my sentence lamely. Where the hell was she going now? This didn't look good at all. See? If I'd not been here, then what would've happened. I say it's highly irresponsible of Angel to leave her here on her own after what she's been through. Stupid git, I'm really going to have to talk to him about that. Floundering around with...Faith, while Cordelia is here having such a hard time. You'd think he'd at least put that box on a save place.
Confused I followed her, just in time to see her take a few large gulps from a glass that looked uncannily, like it had Whiskey in it. And if that bottle is anything to go by, I'd say I'm right. Bollix, she's not going to get drunk is she. Making a face, I watched her cough and then stomp on her chest. "Cordelia. Are you sure this is a wise idea? I mean...you're not still on medication are you?" You're not going to get drunk are you? And you're not going to cry are you? Yes, heaven forbid you may have to comfort her, eh Pryce? Coward.
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