Out of total exhaustion I sat on the stairs of the hotel, looking around at the mess in the lobby…and the office…and behind the counter…and the weapons cabinet
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I wasn't sure exactly what had brought me to the underbelly of the demon bar scene but Caritas was occasionally a cold comfort after spending night after night cooly sipping martinis at the best most exclusive and upscale bars that Los Angeles had to offer. Besides, business was business, right? Occasionally I had to bring my fashionable and expensive Manolo Blahniks down to the lower recesses to deal with demons and the like. Caritas at least had the famliar comfort of Sanctuary. Quaint, really.
Things were busy around the office now that Darla and Drusilla had managed to destroy our entire department. Holland Manners along with every other person in Special Projects. The only one's she had spared were myself and Lindsey. Of course, spared wasn't exactly the word I'd use for what she'd done to Lindsey. I'd feel bad for him if I cared, and really you had to expect that sort of thing when you were doing the sort of job we were doing. Now I was the only remaining living employee of Special Projects. Now the president of Special Projects, through process of elimination of course. I could thank Darla, and maybe I would. An evil undead fruit basket?
My heels clicked solidly on the pavement as I approached my car and it didn't take me long to see the figure standing beside it with arms crossed. Rolling my eyes I thought about heading back into Caritas to avoid the entire melodramatic scene all together. Like I said, just part of the job I do, right? Instead I slapped on my best smug smile and walked right past him towards the driver's door. Putting my key in the lock, I twisted it and began opening the door when a hand slammed against it, pushing it closed.
Sure to keep the smile still on my face I turned around to face what I'd come to know as both the bane of and vital to Wolfram and Hart.
Lilah was already testing my patients, too bad for her I didn't have any. When she tried to get into her car I slammed the door shut, just missing her fingers.
"What can you do for me?" I shook my head and leaned against the car, boxing her in with my body, an arm on either side of her. "You're supposed to be a very smart woman, what do you think I want Lilah?"
I paused for a moment, glaring at her and I knew in the back of my mind time was running out for Faith, something inside of me kept eating away at me, telling me things were just getting worse. "I don't have time for your games, so I'm going to say this once. Don't give me games and don't give me lip, I want answers. Where is he?"
She stayed quiet for a moment and that was a moment too long for my liking so I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against her car. "Lilah...where is Lindsey?"
It seemed as though we were skipping past the usual niceties and heading straight for the full-blown intimidation today. Whoever said that Angel wasn't a people person sure wasn't kidding. Then again, the idiot who said that was probably already dead because Angel wasn't a person at all, now was he? At least he seemed to handle things with a big more finesse most of the time. I guess our little Darla really got to the soulled wonder. That was really too bad. Oh wait, I loved it when Wolfram and Hart's evil plans regarding a certain Champion actually worked out. I just wasn't willing to risk my neck for them despite risking it all the time. Literally.
"I don't know where he is right now. The last time I checked he was at his apartment." I said honestly, feeling my teeth clench together as he tightened his grip on my throat. What exactly was he expecting from me? The more he cut off my air the less I could talk. Corpses had a habit of not sharing much information. Unless of course you could find a medium and a necromancer, but who had time for that?
"In case you haven't noticed? Lindsey McDonald is dead, as in done. He doesn't work for Wolfram and Hart anymore." It was true. We had little use for him these days, as opposed to his little blonde girlfriend. I had no idea where Lindsey was now, but I was sure I could find out with a few well-placed phone calls.
I cocked my brow and leaned in closer to her, smelling her and knowing she wasn't lying. Well that's a new thing for Lilah Morgan. "Lilah..." My tone was low and threatening, I didn't have time for her and her shit. Faith was hurt - hopefully not dead - with Darla, Dru and Lindsey, Darla left Lindsey with Dru long enough for her to make him crazy so who knows what they're doing to her or have done to her.
Reaching up I moved her hair off her face softly before fisting it in my hand, not pulling...yet. "Alright, I don't have time for games Lilah, I want to know where they are. If you don't know then find out. I'm not playing games, I've had a rough few days and I'm not above taking it out on anyone." Narrowing my eyes at her. "You could be first on my list...if you like..."
Giving her a moment I looked her square in the eyes. "What's it going to be Lilah? Are you going to tell me and find out where he is? Or do things have to get...bloody?"
He finally let go of my throat and I sucked in a deep breath. I really hated this part of the job, the getting physically threatened by demons and occasionally the senior partners part of the job. Really. Some wrinkles and stains were a complete nightmare to get out of my expensive designer clothes. Have a little respect. Just when I thought I was out of the woods his fingers tangled in my hair and pulled it hard. There goes another stylist. It was a good thing Wolfram and Hart paid me handsomely or else I was really going to have to look into suing Angel. Hmmm...now there's a thought. If there's one thing I learned from the late great Lindsey McDonald it was that sometimes you had to work within the actual law to get under a certain vampire's skin.
"As I said," I glared at him, my back still pressed against the car as I did my best to maintain poise and cool composure. "Lindsey no longer works for us, but if you give me a day to make a few phone calls I'm sure I could narrow his location down for you. As for Darla? She's of no use to us anymore so you can let go of that little fantasy. However, if I'm dead? You're never going to find what you're looking for." Gently my hand reached for his and pulled it free from my hair. Smoothing my hair and my skirt back into place I gave him one last defiant look before he took a step back like a good pawn. Now we were playing a familiar game.
"Stop by the office tomorrow night. I should have the information you're looking for by then." Not to mention a whole lot of time to check into what exactly Lindsey had been up to since being turned by Darla. I really should thank her for ensuring my promotion within the company.
Now we were getting somewhere, it always did take a little pressure to get Lilah going. Thankfully I was in the mood to get a little anger out, who better then Lilah Morgan.
I cocked a brow at her and crossed my arms over my chest, taking a step back and eyeing her closely. "One day, that's all you have Lilah. I don't care if you have use for Darla or not anymore, Lindsey too for that matter. Find them, don't 'narrow it down'. I want to know exactly where they are, I want to know everything Lilah."
Rotating my jaw I couldn't help but look at her like she'd lost her mind. "At the office?" Maybe all that trauma in the cellar really did get to her head. "No, meet me at the hotel at eight. No later." She better hope for her sake that Faith was still alive and sane or there was going to be some big trouble.
"I mean it Lilah, I don't have time for your games. Find me Darla and Lindsey in a hurry. It'll be better for you in the end if you do."
Things were busy around the office now that Darla and Drusilla had managed to destroy our entire department. Holland Manners along with every other person in Special Projects. The only one's she had spared were myself and Lindsey. Of course, spared wasn't exactly the word I'd use for what she'd done to Lindsey. I'd feel bad for him if I cared, and really you had to expect that sort of thing when you were doing the sort of job we were doing. Now I was the only remaining living employee of Special Projects. Now the president of Special Projects, through process of elimination of course. I could thank Darla, and maybe I would. An evil undead fruit basket?
My heels clicked solidly on the pavement as I approached my car and it didn't take me long to see the figure standing beside it with arms crossed. Rolling my eyes I thought about heading back into Caritas to avoid the entire melodramatic scene all together. Like I said, just part of the job I do, right? Instead I slapped on my best smug smile and walked right past him towards the driver's door. Putting my key in the lock, I twisted it and began opening the door when a hand slammed against it, pushing it closed.
Sure to keep the smile still on my face I turned around to face what I'd come to know as both the bane of and vital to Wolfram and Hart.
"What can I do for you, Angel?"
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"What can you do for me?" I shook my head and leaned against the car, boxing her in with my body, an arm on either side of her. "You're supposed to be a very smart woman, what do you think I want Lilah?"
I paused for a moment, glaring at her and I knew in the back of my mind time was running out for Faith, something inside of me kept eating away at me, telling me things were just getting worse. "I don't have time for your games, so I'm going to say this once. Don't give me games and don't give me lip, I want answers. Where is he?"
She stayed quiet for a moment and that was a moment too long for my liking so I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against her car. "Lilah...where is Lindsey?"
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"I don't know where he is right now. The last time I checked he was at his apartment." I said honestly, feeling my teeth clench together as he tightened his grip on my throat. What exactly was he expecting from me? The more he cut off my air the less I could talk. Corpses had a habit of not sharing much information. Unless of course you could find a medium and a necromancer, but who had time for that?
"In case you haven't noticed? Lindsey McDonald is dead, as in done. He doesn't work for Wolfram and Hart anymore." It was true. We had little use for him these days, as opposed to his little blonde girlfriend. I had no idea where Lindsey was now, but I was sure I could find out with a few well-placed phone calls.
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Reaching up I moved her hair off her face softly before fisting it in my hand, not pulling...yet. "Alright, I don't have time for games Lilah, I want to know where they are. If you don't know then find out. I'm not playing games, I've had a rough few days and I'm not above taking it out on anyone." Narrowing my eyes at her. "You could be first on my list...if you like..."
Giving her a moment I looked her square in the eyes. "What's it going to be Lilah? Are you going to tell me and find out where he is? Or do things have to get...bloody?"
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"As I said," I glared at him, my back still pressed against the car as I did my best to maintain poise and cool composure. "Lindsey no longer works for us, but if you give me a day to make a few phone calls I'm sure I could narrow his location down for you. As for Darla? She's of no use to us anymore so you can let go of that little fantasy. However, if I'm dead? You're never going to find what you're looking for." Gently my hand reached for his and pulled it free from my hair. Smoothing my hair and my skirt back into place I gave him one last defiant look before he took a step back like a good pawn. Now we were playing a familiar game.
"Stop by the office tomorrow night. I should have the information you're looking for by then." Not to mention a whole lot of time to check into what exactly Lindsey had been up to since being turned by Darla. I really should thank her for ensuring my promotion within the company.
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I cocked a brow at her and crossed my arms over my chest, taking a step back and eyeing her closely. "One day, that's all you have Lilah. I don't care if you have use for Darla or not anymore, Lindsey too for that matter. Find them, don't 'narrow it down'. I want to know exactly where they are, I want to know everything Lilah."
Rotating my jaw I couldn't help but look at her like she'd lost her mind. "At the office?" Maybe all that trauma in the cellar really did get to her head. "No, meet me at the hotel at eight. No later." She better hope for her sake that Faith was still alive and sane or there was going to be some big trouble.
"I mean it Lilah, I don't have time for your games. Find me Darla and Lindsey in a hurry. It'll be better for you in the end if you do."
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