Being non social avoidy girl
Ok so I lied. Bad me, but I wasn't exactly feeling all social like today and I could tell by the way Dawn was looking at Nick that she wanted some alone time with him. Which hey I can respect but you know, if they try to take it further, I'm going to have to play protective sister. Especially with Dawn's track record with you know dating a vampire
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Dawn had become pretty good herself at handling wounds. I wish she hadn't been forced to but as much as I hated it, there was nothing I could do about it. I'm her sister and the slayer and her being exposed to this is impossible to avoid. Most likely it was the same for Wes, growing up too. I mean he was training to be a watcher, he was bound to become an expert like Dawn.
I saw him give me a look in case I changed my mind about taking a drink, but I think it's avoidable. I kept my gaze ahead not looking at what he was doing. Not that I could feel anything, but I was preparing for the numbness to suddenly go away. I felt a few sweat drops drip down my forehead and face.
I nodded to him with a slight smile. "Doing great." I said. Ok, so far so good. No numbness going away and everything seemed ok. I mean I felt ok. I wonder what's going to happen. That knife had something in it or something wierd about it. I was worried for what's going to happen and when.
"So, research doesn't sound so bad after we're done. Figure out all we can about that knife. Not exactly looking forward to what might happen. And between you and me, I'm a little worried." Yup me actualy worried about something that seemed small. Which bugged me because I shouldn't be worried and I can take care of myself. And did I mention how much I hated being like this? With all that's going on, I haven't exactly been myself lately.
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"Research?" I frowned at her seriously while wiping off my hands. And she's a 'little' worried? My eyes ticked over to the knife still wrapped up in the towel. I'm sure I'd seen it somewhere before. My mind went to Wolfram and Hart, the templates this Sirk chap had shown me during the tour. If we'd be able to find any answers right away, it would be there. And wouldn't that kill two flies in one blow.
Getting the bandage, I crouched down again, giving her a careful look. "Buffy? I'm not sure how much you know around here, but considering you mentioned being left in a lurch, I'm going to do a wild guess here and say nothing. But Fred just told me some disturbing news and I was on my way over to Wolfram and Hart? You've heard of the place? Anyway, they've templates, books, we can use to find this knife rather fast."
Sticking the bandage on the wound, I taped it down carefully and then looked up at her again. "It's up to you of course. But I figured that I could check those books while I was there to check what they're up to anyway."
I used to be able to just walk in there. Just dress the part and look confident. Of course, much like now, I didn't care if I got caught. But if she's coming with me? That's a whole different ballgame, as they so aptly put here.
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I heard a little about this Wolfram and Hart. And evil lawyers? Not exactly something I wanted to know about. And I thought they were evil before, not in the let's rule the world sense. Cause lawyers evil or not wig me out. But what little I had heard from everyone talking will have to satisfy me.
I got up and put weight down on my leg. Yes pain bad, but I wasn't just going to sit here and wait to see what's happening both with everyone and me. I gritted my teeth trying to put the pain out of my mind. "Yup, unfortunately I have heard of this place and I'm guessing they aren't the nicest people around? That is if they are even people at all. And me knowing nothing; that's true which is probably bugging me just as much as it is you."
Ok this could be good in the way that we get the needed info or it could be bad what with it being a suicide mission? Ah well I've been on plenty of those and they all ended well. I walked and slightly limped my way over to the bed where I picked up my scythe. Looking at the scythe then looking at Wesley, I'm ready to do this. "Now's as good a time as ever I guess. Let's go." I motioned for him to go first. "Lead the way."
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I nodded when she said she'd heard of the place. Then again, who hasn't? "No they're not the nicest people around," I agreed. My thoughts of course went to Lilah. She wasn't nice, hell she'd been evil. But I had...cared...for her none the less. And in the end, I pricked right through the little nasty bubble she'd created around her and saw a glimpse of the real Lilah Morgan.
A look of surprise flickered over my face when she actually agreed to go with me. I know I had asked, but I hadn't really expected her to take me up on the offer. No doubt because by now I was used to working alone and being pushed away by everyone else. "Lead the way," I repeated. "Oh...right...hmmm."
I glanced at her, cocking my head to the side. "There are two ways to get in there," I said, holding up two fingers. "We go into the front nice as you please, but then you're going to have to wear something different. Or we can go through the back, which means we'll have to take the sewer entrance." It really didn't matter to me either way.
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I looked from my scythe and back to him. "I'll be fine. Plus with my neat little scythe, it should be an easy break and entering deal. And if it helps everyone, it's worth it." I said with concern for everyone I knew and loved. This was all hard on all of them and I wish I could beat the bad guy and everyone would be happy. But too bad we don't live in a fairytale cause it would be alot easier.
I threw my hair up into a ponytail and dropped my pant leg down to cover the wound. I threw on and zipped up my black boots. I picked up a sword I had and threw it to Wes. Gotta be prepared with lots of weapons. Cause weapons are good and are the only things that are on our side when we go in. I grabbed my leather jacket out of the closet and slipped it on.
Holding my scythe I walked over, in front of Wes. "I'm not much with the disguises, already did that once and it didn't work out so well. So I'm thinking we take the sewers. I've been in and out of sewers alot so I'm comfortable with going in the sewers. Just not the smell and slime; that I could do with out." I looked at him. I was ready and rearing to go. What does that mean anyway? Rearing? Anyway he looked kind of ahocked that I had said yes to him. Guess he hasn't heard that word much from people lately?
Well in a time like this, no one can afford to say no to anyone on the good guys team. "Ok so you know L.A and this firm better than I do. When ever you're ready, lead us there." I said with an eager slight smile. I knew this just wasn't a random vamp attack. They were sent with that knife for a reason. One that I'm soon going to find out.
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"The sewers it is then," I muttered, still a bit shocked she actually agreed to go with me. I should probably explain to her what I was going to do there before the whole knife incident came up. I'd do that on our way over. Getting up from the bed, I nodded and moved out of the room. I lead her down the backstairs, hearing voices in the lobby. Fred and Gunn, I suppose that means Angel and he returned. Since I didn't actually wanted to bump into them, I weaved my way around the lobby and over to the exit in the back. From there I lead her to my car.
"Alright, hop in," I motioned to her, tossing the sword in the back. I'd get my own weapon from the trunk later on. The idea that I could actually do much damage with a sword or an axe were over. I'd get my shotgun out later. There were no super powers to give me an advantage in a fight; a long distance weapon would do just fine.
"I'll drive us as close as I can. No need to trek needlessly through the slime and gore, don't you agree?" I asked when she slid into the car. I waited until she closed the door and buckled up before driving away from the hotel. Watching the building in the rearview mirror disappear, there was a small pang of nostalgia when I considered there wouldn't actually be anyone waiting for me here after the mission was said and done. Not anymore.
Ah well, I'd gotten used to it.
"Let me shed a bit of light in your darkness and tell you why I was going over to that building in the first place."
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I followed Wes out of the room or more like limped my way out. I was still limping but it wasn't too noticeable. Can't show weakness because the person I might be fighting will go directly to the weakest point and that's not exactly a good battle strategy. Ok someone please stop me, I'm beginning to sound more like Giles every day.
I heard voices coming from the lobby. Wes looked like he was trying to avoid a reunion and I wasn't exactly ready to talk to any of them right now. Hence the me trying to sneak up to my room before, but again me not so much with the stealth. That was always Angel's thing. You could never tell when he was going or coming. Kind of made it cool though. All stealth like. Which brings the thought of where he's at. I haven't seen him since our walk and talk montage. I just hope I didn't say something to upset him or make him more broody if that's even possible.
Ok having way too many thoughts. I need to concentrate more on going into an evil firm. I followed Wes to his car. I slowly got into the seat and buckled up. I looked over at him as he got in. "Hey, if we don't have to track through the slime and grime it's all good with me." I said with a slight smile. My scythe was stretched across my lap. "I'm thinking get us as close as we can to the building but far enough so that they don't see us. And park somewhere behind bushes or something just to make it less like sticking out like a sore thumb."
My elbow rested on the side of the car as I looked out at the window. I didn't know what to expect so I'm pretty much preparing myself for anything. Also with the fact that I really didn't know much about this place was still in my mind. Hence the being prepared for anything.
I looked over at Wes when he was letting me in on why he was going to the lawfirm. "Turning on the light for me would be much appreciated. And Wes? You don't have to hide anything from me. Whatever you've done or however people act around you is something I won't hold against you. I know the feeling and have seen friends do some horrible things. So it's in the past. But go ahead and fill me on on the scoop."
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Her question, her words, however, startled me. I don't recall anyone talking to me like that in quite a long time. My brow knitted together as I looked over to her with what was certain to be a look of bewilderment. Horrible things? Willow, I recall our conversation when she came by to re-ensoul Angelus. How much had she told Buffy? How much had Angel told Buffy and was it my place to fill her in?
It didn't matter. She was the first one to ask for my side of the coin. Though she may not even know the coin and might not want anything to do with me once she knows the coin. "I'm not sure how much you know," I said, swallowing hard. I could feel my throat burning where cold steel had bit into warm flesh, hot blood seeping out.
"Let me give you the cliff notes version. Angel and Darla had son, Connor. Even before the boy was born, I found a prophecy. Shortly after Connor's birth, I translated it. It said that the father would kill the son. And no matter where I looked, or how deep I dug, it didn't change. I knew Angel would never survived it if he'd kill his son and he'd been acting very strange around the boy lately. Calling him something to snack on and things like that. So...I took him. I took Connor and ran, trying to keep him save, until I'd find away to disprove the damn prophecy."
Turning to a right, I glanced at her from the corners of my eyes while my hands tightened on the wheel. "I never go that far. A woman, Justine Cooper, ambushed me in the park, cut my throat and left me there to die. Angel's old enemy Holtz, then took Connor and fled with him in a hell dimension. Angel's son grew up fearing and fighting for his life every damn day because of me. And you know what the real irony is?"
Stopping at a traffic light, I turned to her fully. "The prophecy was false. Planted by some time traveling demon. I was wrong; it was all for nothing and no one ever asked me why I did what I did. So that is why I'm no longer working for Angel." And I did not sound bitter at all did I? Oh no.
Turning the car into the well-known alley, I cut of the engine and gave her a serious look. "But that's not the reason I was on my way here," I said, giving her a wry smile. "Rumor has it that the firm brought back Cordelia. And since they've done so with Darla once before, I wish to find out what they are up to. And while we're there, we can look up your knife." Pocketing my key, I opened the door and nodded toward hers.
"We're here."
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I had a funny feeling in my stomach. Maybe it was nerves? I mean after all we were going into an evil building with evil people everywhere. And catching the main word in that? Evil. I really hope some of the people in there are demons so I can let out some much needed venting. And this time Wes is with me so it will most likely be a fair fight. I hope.
I looked over at Wes as he was telling his story. Wait Angel had a son and it was with Darla? Didn't he kill her? Oh boy I guess I really did miss out on alot. I wish he would have cared enough to call me and tell me. Or atleast asked for help. But then again we didn't live in eachothers lives anymore.
Ok so yeah alot of what Wes was saying was a shock which is probably an understatement. But hey I had skeletons in my closet as well and I'm the last person to say what's right or wrong. I haven't exactly been honest with my loved ones and did things I wish I hadn't. "Look, I know everyone is well to put it bluntly; everyone is giving you the cold shoulder and not trusting you anymore and mixed in with a little anger." He gave flashed a look at me.
"All I'm saying is you did the right thing in your mind. You only wanted to help Angel and I respect that. But and yes there's a but, you should have told someone about the prophecy that way all would have known and they could of helped. Overall you're itnentions were good and you shouldn't be outcasted for them. Yes you used poor judgement and it all dominoed on you but at least you tried which says alot." I looked down at the floor and back at him. Yeah I was a little angry at what he was telling me because of what it did to everyone but I couldn't hold it against him.
"And I'm probably not the one who should be telling you whether what you did was right or not. I haven't exactly been miss perfect either. But that's a whole different story that I'd be open to telling you once we get back and are all in one piece." I gave him a slight smile.
He stopped the car and I unbuckled the seat belt while grabbing my scythe. I opened the door and got out, shutting the door quietly. I looked over at the building. Ok much with the big. I looked over at Wes who had come out of the car as well. "So what's the game plan?"
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No, there hadn't been anyone to talk to. I'd never felt so alone in my life, which is saying something. Though, the time that came after that made me feel even lonelier, bitter and angry. I'm more or less over that now, though there will always be a bitter after taste in my mouth.
Joining her in the alley, I gave her a small smile. "I might take you up on that story," I told her. It may not be of interest to me, but sometimes it's good to tell you story to someone who'd not been there. Who couldn't really judge or wouldn't. At least I could listen to her. Maybe it helped, she looked at about as lost and lonely as I did.
"The game plan?" I gave her an amused look. Game plan, as though this were a game. Some things never change. "Now we go into the sewers," I said, pulling off the lid of the sewer entrance. Or trying to, I wasn't the one with bloody super powers. "And once there we get to the secret entrance of Wolfram and Hart. From there on we sneak around and look what we're coming for, grab it and get out again."
I growled and glared at the very much not cooperating metal lid. "As soon as this thing finds it in its graces to allow is in. Would you mind?" I sighed the latter, glancing ruefully at my none existent nails by now.
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