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[freckled_witch]

I got to talkin’ to Tara about going to LA, she was very enthused about going away for a day (even if it was for business means). However, when I got to mentionin’ taking London with us, she kinda clammed up. Which-okay, understandable considering our track record with vampires, but if Buffy says she’s harmless, then I believe her. An’ it’s not

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[freckled_witch]

It’s comin’ on sunset now, I grab my shawl off one of the living room chairs and head out the front door, wrapping the shawl ‘round my shoulders. There’s an unnatural chill in the air that I don’t wanna think about. I look up at the ever-darkening sky. It’s almost blue moon. The seventieth, if I remember correctly. Though Tara’d know better than me. I step off the front porch and walk along the sidewalk, watching my feet for the most part.

“He’s not there”. I have to tell myself. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

Then why can’t I stop from shaking?

[freckled_witch]

I stop on the front step, a little lost in my thoughts. I think I heard something rustling inside, but I can’t be sure. “Hello?” I hesitantly raise my hand to the door.

Angel? Are you in? No. Thinking about that won’t help. The door’s open a smudge, so I push it open. Just a little.

[freckled_witch]

“Which is actually why I’m here,” I say after I finish the cake. “I was hopin’ you’d help me with somethin’, though you can say no if you don’t want to.”

[freckled_witch]

-I wasn’t expectin’ her to be so responsive. Or so helpful. “It’s nothin’ bad. No killing required”, I chuckle nervously. “‘Sjust. Well. Tara an’ I are going to LA an’ I was sorta hoping you could stay with Angel for a day or so? Just to…” from what Buffy said, London’s taking a shining to him so maybe a different tact would be good. “…make sure he’s okay.”