Nov 07, 2011 16:50
I'm taking Angel to the Sheriff's department tonight to turn himself in. If anyone else wants to come, I can probably take two or three more in the Lexus.
[A pause.]
I'm also turning myself in, so I may need at least one person to drive the car back to the mansion for me.
cordelia chase,
faith lehane,
spike,
buffy summers,
bonnie mccullough (au),
wesley wyndam-pryce,
damon salvatore,
angelus/angel
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What the hell?
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Could you perhaps be more specific?
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[There's a long, very awkward pause.]
I'm sorry, I should have told you. But we met after all of that had happened.
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Even if it was Angel, there was still no love lost between them. So much bloodied water under the bridge.
He leaned forward, trying to find a decent music station that might break the silence.]
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Angel glanced over when Wes fiddled with the radio, surprised that Bete Noire even had radio towers, a radio station. He remembers vaguely the "Let your Freak Flag Fly-y-y" every few weeks. Or, was it once a week? He didn't know.
He moved to say something but nothing comes out. Because, there wasn't anything to say. Angelus had said it all overtime, had dropped bombs before he'd been sent back to his cage - his artificial cage. Angel wondered how secure that cage was, he wondered about the consequences of this new, artificial soul. But, he felt like himself. He just didn't know if he would wake up tomorrow with someone else in the driver's seat ( ... )
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