Angel grabbed his black leather jacket and shrugged into it. He was wearing a pretty standard pair of black pants but he had on a crimson silk shirt that he rarely wore in LA. It'd seemed appropriate for Las Vegas. He ran a hand over his hair then one over jaw. He'd shaved before the concert but he'd been up long enough that he was beginning to get ( Read more... )

Angel scrubbed a hand over his face as he pushed the front doors to the Hyperion open. It was late, a few hours before dawn and he was tired. He hadn't slept much while in New York. Not surprisingly, in the city that never sleeps, demons and vampires rarely did either. The tunnel system was complex and far reaching. Add to that, the subway system ( Read more... )

Dinner had been, well it'd been interesting. Angel hadn't eaten much, only a bite or two so that he could lie and say it tasted good. He was sure it did because it smelled incredible but everything but blood was mostly ash in his mouth. He claimed he'd eaten before he'd gotten here, which he had. Just not like they'd eaten. He'd watched Buffy like ( Read more... )