ashortenedfuse
Those were my final words to Lindsey.
"Don't drive too fast, there are cops out there."
I returned to my car not regretting my decision to ban Lindsey from L.A. Not just because of Wolfram and Hart but because he had big plans. No matter how simple and southern he looked on the outside, he was twice as lethal on the inside. I didn't bother fiddling with the radio as I switched lanes to go back onto the highway. Lindsey living out in the suburbs made it hard to get back to the Hyperion without using the highway. So, as much as I hated it I braved the interstate maneuvering around cars who were going just too slow.
Making it off the interstate in record time I saw that I was nearing the city. The sky scrapers and various other buildings came into view and grew as I got closer to them. Finally in the city proper, I made my way back to the hotel for some much needed rest. I shuddered at Lindsey's evil hand issues one last time as I parked the car and turned off the ignition. I was glad that was over with because I was trying a little too hard not to crack evil hand jokes. It took a lot of willpower.
I got inside and walked by Cordelia who was eating chinese food and Wes who was conversing with Gunn about who knows what. Now that he was my boss I didn't really meddle. It wasn't my place. If he needed me, then so be it but if he didn't want to include me that was fine too. I made my choices and I have to live with them. God, I sound like a teenager.
Sadly, though I did act like one. Alienating all of my friends, going on this dark path and not even going through with the killing of Darla and Drusilla even after I did something that even now I cringed at. I locked a whine-cellar full of lawyers in with two hungry vampires who by the way somehow and for some reason spared Lindsey. It was Darla. I knew it. She had developed feelings for him whether those feelings were ones of pity or real love we'll never know. But I do know Lindsey had somehow fallen for her human form and when she had changed, his feelings hadn't prompting her to mess with his mind until that incident where she spared his life.
Funny, I guess. That after that Darla went into hiding and resurfaced trying to get the Senior Partner's one ring. But I had beaten her to it and realizing all I had done I gave into darkness and embraced it by sleeping with Darla again. But through that I had an epiphany. Coming to the realization almost right away I left Darla alone and proceeded to save Detective Lockley as well as my old crew as Gunn would say. I even offered to come back and sucked in my pride to become an underling of Wesley's.
We do what we have to do.
I made my way up the steps as Cordelia stopped me and turned me around asking about Lindsey. I told her he was gone, somewhere outside of L.A. now maybe even California and I continued up the stairs. Wes and Gunn just nodded to me and continued their conversation not bothering to include me and again, my fault.
I had finally made it to my room and had just opened the door when Wes called from down the stairs. Whatever darkness or demon was out there just wanted to piss me off by calling me back right before I went to sleep. A bit angry and annoyed I turned my step and mmade my way back down the stairs to see Cordy down on the floor holding her head. Not now.
I shook my head as I sped up to Cordy's side crouching down across from Wes and Gunn. "Cordy, you oka-" But I realized this was Wesley's area now. I sighed and nodded a bit giving Wes the floor. I still hadn't gotten used to it.
"Cordelia, are you okay?" He asked her. Cordelia didn't say anything, she just jerked around until finally going silent and sitting straight up. "Cordelia, what is it?"
"It's...it's Lindsey." Cordelia said looking up at me like I was supposed to give a damn. Wes then looked up at me and finally Gunn. I hated that group glare. They could melt ice with that. It could also be misconstrued as a fire hazzard. Finally, I gave in.
"What's wrong with Lindsey?" As soon as I asked I regretted even inquiring because I knew right after I had just gotten rid of him I'd be pulled back into the web of intrigue and dishonesty that Lindsey pulls behind him.
"He was being attacked. Real hurt Angel. It looked like the inside of a motel room of some sort. Through the window there was a pink glow. Do you know any pink glowing motel rooms?" She asked looking at me, and then to Wes. I shook my head but Wes interjected.
"Actually, during my stint as a rogue demon hunter I stayed at a Camelot Motel before heading into L.A. proper tracking that demon." Wes said. We all held in our laughter during his 'rogue demon hunter' comment.
Within minutes Wes had me in my leather jacket once again and heading out the door. He had given me directions to a motel just outside of L.A. and since he was now my boss I couldn't object or even decide not to. Damn you Lindsey. What trouble did you get yourself into? Sighing I made my way down the path back to the street and got into my car. I checked my watch.
"Ok, 12:30. I have about five hours until sunrise." I said to noone in particular as I turned on the radio. From the sounds of it Lindsey was about an hour away and I'd at least need some backround noise besides the traffic. So I settled on Barry Manilow. An oldie but definitely a goody, no matter what Cordelia says or what magazines think. So I just sat and because I had nothing better to do I sang. Sang along with the damn CD. But can you blame me?
"Mandy, you came and you gave without taking..."
"Don't drive too fast, there are cops out there."
I returned to my car not regretting my decision to ban Lindsey from L.A. Not just because of Wolfram and Hart but because he had big plans. No matter how simple and southern he looked on the outside, he was twice as lethal on the inside. I didn't bother fiddling with the radio as I switched lanes to go back onto the highway. Lindsey living out in the suburbs made it hard to get back to the Hyperion without using the highway. So, as much as I hated it I braved the interstate maneuvering around cars who were going just too slow.
Making it off the interstate in record time I saw that I was nearing the city. The sky scrapers and various other buildings came into view and grew as I got closer to them. Finally in the city proper, I made my way back to the hotel for some much needed rest. I shuddered at Lindsey's evil hand issues one last time as I parked the car and turned off the ignition. I was glad that was over with because I was trying a little too hard not to crack evil hand jokes. It took a lot of willpower.
I got inside and walked by Cordelia who was eating chinese food and Wes who was conversing with Gunn about who knows what. Now that he was my boss I didn't really meddle. It wasn't my place. If he needed me, then so be it but if he didn't want to include me that was fine too. I made my choices and I have to live with them. God, I sound like a teenager.
Sadly, though I did act like one. Alienating all of my friends, going on this dark path and not even going through with the killing of Darla and Drusilla even after I did something that even now I cringed at. I locked a whine-cellar full of lawyers in with two hungry vampires who by the way somehow and for some reason spared Lindsey. It was Darla. I knew it. She had developed feelings for him whether those feelings were ones of pity or real love we'll never know. But I do know Lindsey had somehow fallen for her human form and when she had changed, his feelings hadn't prompting her to mess with his mind until that incident where she spared his life.
Funny, I guess. That after that Darla went into hiding and resurfaced trying to get the Senior Partner's one ring. But I had beaten her to it and realizing all I had done I gave into darkness and embraced it by sleeping with Darla again. But through that I had an epiphany. Coming to the realization almost right away I left Darla alone and proceeded to save Detective Lockley as well as my old crew as Gunn would say. I even offered to come back and sucked in my pride to become an underling of Wesley's.
We do what we have to do.
I made my way up the steps as Cordelia stopped me and turned me around asking about Lindsey. I told her he was gone, somewhere outside of L.A. now maybe even California and I continued up the stairs. Wes and Gunn just nodded to me and continued their conversation not bothering to include me and again, my fault.
I had finally made it to my room and had just opened the door when Wes called from down the stairs. Whatever darkness or demon was out there just wanted to piss me off by calling me back right before I went to sleep. A bit angry and annoyed I turned my step and mmade my way back down the stairs to see Cordy down on the floor holding her head. Not now.
I shook my head as I sped up to Cordy's side crouching down across from Wes and Gunn. "Cordy, you oka-" But I realized this was Wesley's area now. I sighed and nodded a bit giving Wes the floor. I still hadn't gotten used to it.
"Cordelia, are you okay?" He asked her. Cordelia didn't say anything, she just jerked around until finally going silent and sitting straight up. "Cordelia, what is it?"
"It's...it's Lindsey." Cordelia said looking up at me like I was supposed to give a damn. Wes then looked up at me and finally Gunn. I hated that group glare. They could melt ice with that. It could also be misconstrued as a fire hazzard. Finally, I gave in.
"What's wrong with Lindsey?" As soon as I asked I regretted even inquiring because I knew right after I had just gotten rid of him I'd be pulled back into the web of intrigue and dishonesty that Lindsey pulls behind him.
"He was being attacked. Real hurt Angel. It looked like the inside of a motel room of some sort. Through the window there was a pink glow. Do you know any pink glowing motel rooms?" She asked looking at me, and then to Wes. I shook my head but Wes interjected.
"Actually, during my stint as a rogue demon hunter I stayed at a Camelot Motel before heading into L.A. proper tracking that demon." Wes said. We all held in our laughter during his 'rogue demon hunter' comment.
Within minutes Wes had me in my leather jacket once again and heading out the door. He had given me directions to a motel just outside of L.A. and since he was now my boss I couldn't object or even decide not to. Damn you Lindsey. What trouble did you get yourself into? Sighing I made my way down the path back to the street and got into my car. I checked my watch.
"Ok, 12:30. I have about five hours until sunrise." I said to noone in particular as I turned on the radio. From the sounds of it Lindsey was about an hour away and I'd at least need some backround noise besides the traffic. So I settled on Barry Manilow. An oldie but definitely a goody, no matter what Cordelia says or what magazines think. So I just sat and because I had nothing better to do I sang. Sang along with the damn CD. But can you blame me?
"Mandy, you came and you gave without taking..."