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[wickedslayer]

Illyria got all wierded out when I asked her if she was mad. She really hated it when I asked her questions, which was kinda fucked considering all she ever did was ask me questions. Hey, I'm not the most open person in the world ever and I put up with 'em. Well, okay I put up with 'em because she was my only hope for figuring out how to fix

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[face_of_angelus]

Catching the scent of Faith near Wesley's apartment had made me grin for hours. So, watcher boy was back to tapping that ass. He always was after my sloppy seconds.

Snatching the keys out of midair as she tossed them carelessly I leaned in whispering her ear. "Guess who's back?"

[wickedslayer]

Startled I turned to the figure looming in front of me. How had I not seen him? And how had he caught my keys? He was supposed to be a ghost. Putting a hand on my forehead, I wondered if I was seeing things again. But it didn't feel like I was. There was no headache, no real panicky feeling. I felt fine, well as fine as I usually feel.

"Angel?" I asked, squinting up to him. How had this happened? Did Cor and the rest of the supergang finally make him a real boy again?

[face_of_angelus]

"I'm not the tooth fairy." The two of us really did have some unfinished business. I'd only gotten a taste of her sweet blood last time. Planned on getting into the whole package this time.

"Have you seen Wes around? I've been....waiting for him."

[wickedslayer]

I looked up at him curiously, there was something off. I wondered if it was just my own patheticness that was makin' me all paranoid. Because I should be happy. I should be fucking ecstatic that the one person I could always count on was back, but I wasn't. There was something up, for real.

He didn't talk like Angel. But I was just bein' paranoid, right?

"I haven't seen him in over a month." I said, looking away from him. "I don't know where he is. Sorry."

[face_of_angelus]

"Well then what good are ya?" Dropping the keys I closed my fingers around her throat as I picked her up.

"You remember me don't you Faithy? I was going to give you what you really wanted last time but you went and fucked it all up!"

Throwing her back into a wall I stood above her, scowling. Something was wrong with her, she stunk of sickness. "What the hell is your problem?"

[wickedslayer]

Getting knocked into the wall hard, I felt dazed as I looked up at him. This feelin' was all too familiar, sitting on the ground looking up at Angelus. But this time it was the real deal, I wasn't hallucinating. He was back, and I didn't understand why.

Rubbing my throat I stood back up, wasn't gonna let him see me afraid.

"How could I not remember you? We had a fun little brain trip, where I got to babysit your ass until they shoved a soul back into you." What the fuck was going on? Who had Angel been screwing now? And how was he screwing anyone when last time I saw him he was just a ghost.

[face_of_angelus]

"Damn I feel special. Gives me that tingly feeling all over. Well, not all over, but close enough."

Had to love the fact she got back up. She wasn't the type to just lay on her back and take it. That was more Buffy's style.

"Almost funny isn't it, Angel goes out and fulfills his big noble destiny, and here I am. Poetic really, Spike should write something about it." Hope Spike appreciated seeing Cordy all spread out and restrained. "Now what are you doing here if Wes is long gone? Don't tell me he got tired of fucking you and left you."

[wickedslayer]

"Shut up." I snapped at him, just like Angelus to go for what hurt the most. Almost like he had a sixth sense that told him exactly where to hit with his taunts.

"They shoved a soul back into you once, what makes you so sure it won't happen again?" I felt all my muscles start to tense up, ready for a throwdown. Some of them I hadn't used in a while and I could already feel the ache where I tensed them up. Why hadn't I brought Illyria with me?

I eyed him trying to figure out what the best way would be to distract him and get back to the car. As much as I loved a good throwdown I really didn't dig the idea of gettin' my ass handed to me again.

[face_of_angelus]

"Can't say I blame him. You slayers are overrated. You know Buffy hasn't ever gotten over me, think you would?"

How disappointed, I hit her sore spot on the first try. Where was the tough taunting slayer I wanted? Always liked it when they kept fighting back.

"Funny thing about the soul deal, I don't feel ol' Angel anywhere inside me now. He's gone, its just me now Faithy." Pulled her in close, growling low. "Want to play?"

[wickedslayer]

"You know I always like to play, baby." I said in an even tone as he pulled me close. Grinding down on his foot with the heel of my boot I hauled off and punched him hard in the face.

"Might wanna watch it though. Not like last time, where you only had to deal with me or Buff. Now there's a whole army of slayers. Wonder how many you could kill before they ganged up on you and made you dust in the wind." Backing away from him, I faked another punch at him and distracted him enough to make a beeline for where he'd dropped my keys on the ground.

[wickedslayer]

Quickly scooping up the keys, I turned to face Wesley before lookin' back at Angelus again. Great, stuck here with the two people I never wanted to see again. Angelus and Wesley. Least WEs brought a gun, not that that would slow Angelus down for long.

Keeping an eye on Angelus, I saw him watching Wesley. I crept towards the car door and opened it, finding my stake inside I gripped it in my hand as I turned to look at him again.

"Great timing." I hissed at Wesley, sarcastically.

[face_of_angelus]

"Gee Wes, if I'd known you were coming I would have planned things out for the occassion."

Smirked at his tough look. All brass and balls with ol Wes nowadays. Shame he couldn't have waited and found Faith burning to death.

"You don't mind if I smoke do you?" Lighting a smoke with a match I had to love how clueless they were. "Faith's really been missing you Wes. Really do have her whipped, have to give you credit there boyo. Too bad your about to be homeless."

Dropping the match a trail of gas ignited toward his building, sending the place up in flames quickly.

[wickedslayer]

I put a hand up to block my eyes from the bright glare of the building that was now burning down. Guess I wasn't gonna get my duffel bag after all. Maybe Ken would spot me some cash to buy a new walkman. Didn't think Wes would care much since he hadn't been there in over a month. Plus, it gave the watcher's council one less place to spy on me at.

Thought about going after Angelus for all of a second, and then quickly decided against it. I didn't know what had happened to him, but I'd already done all I could for Angel, I didn't owe him anymore. Mostly I just wanted to be left alone.

"Welcome home." I said dryly to Wesley.