A Call Home

[queencor]

Okay, so I'm still massively avoiding. Whatever, I'm allowed sometimes. I'm entitled. I don't have to explain myself! I'm still in Sunnydale. I've been spending time with Anya. We're trying to come up with ways to get our money, and I'm trying to come up with ways to not be totally messed up over Gunn, and I'm doing better with the money situation

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[vampdetective]

I wander downstairs to snag a little blood from the office fridge, and the phone rings. Okay, this a business, right? I pick it up.

"Angel Investigations, we help the..." I hesitate. I can never remember if it's helpless or hopeless. "Uh, how can we help?"

[queencor]

Inwardly I groan. "Angel...hang up, I didn't actually want to talk to you, I wanted to leave you a message." I say. God, I didn't want to talk to him! I'd hoped Fred would answer, or, like I said, no one would, and I'd get to leave a nice non-interactive message. Damnit. None of my plans work out.

[vampdetective]

"Cordy? Is that you?" I smile inwardly. I knew she'd come around sooner or later. Gunn's death was Angelus, not me. Okay, she sounds annoyed, but that's pretty much just Cordy, right?

"Well, if you want to leave me a message, here I am. Fire at will," I say. I'd really like to clear the air with her. I'm still a little weirded out by the chat with Oz.

[queencor]

"What? No." I scoff. "I wanted to leave you a message...this is talking to you, not leaving you a message." I point out. He's so difficult sometimes...though...it is nice to hear his voice, even if I am still totally off with him.

[vampdetective]

"Yeah, I guess," I say absently. I am over her.

I abrubtly change course. "It's good to hear your voice. When are you coming home?" I hesitate for a second and add, "I mean, if you're over the urge to slap me silly." Not that I really blame her.

[queencor]

"No promises, brood boy." I pause. "Why, you miss me?" I realize I've tied the phone cord into knots and start unravelling it. How'd I manage this?

[vampdetective]

"Of course I miss you. It's not the same without you." More finger tapping. I switch ears and reach for the glass of blood I'd poured. "Besides, at least the slap was direct, unlike the looks I've been getting from Fred and Wes whenever I come downstairs."

[queencor]

"Well, you know me. I don't dink around." I say. "Don't see the point." I sigh. "So you're still getting looks? I'm still upset with you by the way. Just so you know that this little talk doesn't mean that I'm suddenly okay with everything. But...you're still getting looks?"

[vampdetective]

"Well that's different, for a vampire," I say. "And good, very, very good that you're alive. Do you...want to talk about it?" I'm having a hard time getting a handle on her mood. She said she didn't want to talk to me, but she does seem to be staying on the line a long time. "I'd like to hear about it if you do."

[queencor]

I debate that. "I guess." I sigh. "It was so strange. Like, she didn't have a soul, at least I don't think so. She was wandering the place putting the worst of the loonies out of their misery, and then she started killing off the worst of the sadists on the staff."

[vampdetective]

Now that is really surprising. "Sounds like a solid plan, I remember how bad that place was," I say quietly. I'm trying to remember if I ever heard tales of an avenging vampire, but nothing pops to mind. Two hundred odd years is a long time to remember every little detail. "So what happened?"

[queencor]

"...I'm still not sure, actually." I say, annoyed by that fact. "It was so weird. I was stuck there forever, which sucked, I kept getting the stupid painful visions, London was watching me and she saved me and then, I had to find her doll, and it was just...I don't know. Strange. Confusing. Remind me never to be crazy."