The sun was starting to rise and Angel had just checked into a motel
for the
two of them. Willow had gotten mad after walking out of the office
door
because of the manager's "look" and Angel was trying to calm her
down.
"I can't believe that guy! A young looking guy taking a young looking
girl
into a hotel room and automatically they think sex."
"I'm sorry that they didn't have any more two bed suits. I'll take
the
couch," he commented, trying to change the subject."
"No. No, you won't. You and I are going to sleep together."
"Excuse me?" he asked in bewilderment.
"We are going to prove a woman and a man can sleep together and not have sex."
"Oh! You meant," he looked at her then to the room door they just
had
approached. "Look at that. Our room." He started to open the door.
"What did you think I meant?" she grabbed the door and had her arm
in the way
so he couldn't get in.
"Sun's rising." She moved her arm. Tossing the door closed, she
asked the
question again.
"I misunderstood you, Willow. Lets just leave it at that." He set
his bag on
the chair and took off his jacket. Willow pulled the blinds and
set her bag
on the other chair. "Lets just get some sleep before we have to
leave to find
this inscription key."
"Angel?" Willow asked, plopping down on the bed end.
"Hmm?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt and turning towards her.
"Nothing," she turned away, starting to her bag. "I'm gonna get
into
something more comfortable. I'll be right back." She pulled some
cloths out
from her bag and headed for the bathroom.
Angel pulled down the covers and laid down on the bed, looking up
at the
ceiling, his arms under his head. He smiled and lightly shook his
head and
closed his eyes till he heard the door to the bathroom open.
Angel looked up and saw Willow with a tank top and pajama bottoms
on walk out
the door. "Don't you need to?" he pointed at her and wiggle his
finger.
"What?"
"Contacts?"
"Oh! No, I can sleep with them in sometimes. They just bugged me
the other
night." She walked over and sat on the other side of the bed, her
back to
him. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him. "Are
we
sleeping till we go to this place or just a nap?"
"I guess sleep till whenever and hang out here till we go, why?"
He turned on
his side and laid on his arm.
"Well, with these dreams." She paused. "I just don't want to dream
then more
than I have to."
"I understand. If you want you can go somewhere later?"
"Nah, I'll just stay here." She crawled into the bed and pulled
the covers
over her while Angel rolled back onto his back. "Angel?" Willow
asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you snore?" She asked. Angel almost snorted a laugh.
"I don't know. You'd have to ask Buffy." He almost laughed out.
"That's okay. I'll find out," she half laughed, half answered. "Angel?"
Angel
sighed.
"Yes, Willow."
"Good morning." She smiled. Angel shook his head.
"See you tonight," he answered back. He looked up at the ceiling
and stared
at the swirls on the pattern on it.
Minutes passed and he still hadn't fallen asleep. "Willow?" he asked.
No
answer. "Willow?" still no answer. he turned to look at her and
saw her
peaceful expression. He turned back to the ceiling and closed his
eyes to
sleep.
* * *
Angel woke up in a... compromising position, if you will. Willow
had her arms
wrapped around his neck and head on his chest, laying to the side
of him. But
that wasn't the only bit of it. She also had her leg thrown over
his waist
and he was turned towards her.
Wiggling out of her embrace, Angel moved off the bed and grabbed
his shirt,
starting to button it up. While he was putting it on, Willow started
to stir.
"Mhh." she stretched and looked over at Angel. "What time is it?"
Angel
looked at the clock beside the bed facing his way.
"6:45." He tucked his shirt in. "How'd you sleep."
"Peacefully. Perfect blank dreams roam through my head." She sat
up. "How
'bout you?"
"The stuff I usually dream of. The days of Angelus." He looked up
at her.
"We're gonna need to get going."
"Yeah, I'm getting changed now." She jumped up and went to the bathroom.
* * *
Angel pulled up to the address Welsey had written down. Willow looked
up at
the place.
"Wow." She looked at Angel. "This it?"
"This it is." He and Willow got out of the car and walked up the
steps to the
manor. Knocking on the door, they waited. The door opened and a
young mid
twenties woman was standing there.
"Oww. Please say you're hear for me." She commented.
"I'm looking for Prue Halliwell and her sisters."
"Then that would be somewhat me. Come on in." She welcomed Willow
and Angel
into the house "I'm Phoebe, and I'll get Prue." She jogged off
for her eldest
sister, leaving Willow and Angel in the entrance.
When she returned, she came back with a woman that look just a tad
older than
her but not by much with similar black hair and a tad similar facial
features.
"I'm Prue Halliwell. My sister tells me you're here to see us?"
"I'm here because a friend told me you might have something I need."
She
looked at him a minute.
"Um, yeah. Why don't we go sit in the living room." Phoebe stepped forward.
"I'll show you." She touched his arms and a flash of Angel going
-- as
Cordelia said it -- "grr" flashed before her then back to the present.
"You okay?" Prue asked her sister.
"Um, vampire." She pointed to Angel, stepping back.
"What?!" Prue asked, stepping back with her. "What do you mean, 'vampire'?"
"I mean he's a vampire!" Prue threw her arm out and Willow and Angel
slid
across the floor through the living room.
"Great! Just great, Phoebe! We're one sister short and you invite
a vampire
into the manor!"
"Hey! How was I supposed to know the tall dark and handsome was
a
bloodsucking fend?!"
"Try you're second word, Phoebe!" Prue looked to Willow and Angel
who were
just standing.
"And they did that, why?" Willow asked.
"What would you do if you just found out someone was a vampire?"
he asked,
turning to the sisters.
"You mean after scream?" Willow flew into the wall as Angel fell
back as
well, falling over the couch.
"How are we gonna get rid of him?" Prue asked Phoebe.
"Move a piece of wood at him."
"And that'll do what?" Angel stood in the door way.
"Stake, heart, pouf! Remember!?" Prue went to throw out her hand
when Willow
stood in the doorway and lowered her head, concentrating and moving
the
sisters quickly to the side.
"And a witch, Phoebe?!" Prue yelled at her as they stood.
"I didn't know!" She yelled back in defense.
"Will you two hold on!?" Willow yelled. Prue and Phoebe stood their
ground
and stopped as Willow and Angel did the same. "Thank you." She
sighed. "we're
not here to hurt you. Angel's a good vampire with a soul. We just
need some
information and then we're gone."
"What information?" Prue asked.
"A friend of mine said you were powerful witches. You'd have resource
to some
inscriptions for spell casting."
"What do you need it for?" Prue questioned again.
"A group of bad guys used the inscriptions to bring something forth
in LA. We
need to know what to fight it. The ones we have are in a book and
the pages
are torn. The complete key should be in you're Book of Shadows,"
Angel
answered. Prue looked to Phoebe.
"You've read that book from beginning to end. Is there?" She looked at Prue.
"I think so. I'll go get it." Phoebe raced up the stairs.
"So where's your other sister?" Angel asked.
"Away on business." Angel nodded his head. "How do you have your soul?"
"Gypsies." He looked at Willow. "And some help from a teen witch."
Phoebe
came running down the stairs.
"Got it!" She set it out on the coffee table. "Pages did that weird
turn
thing again and it was right to the inscription key."
"Hasn't done that in a while." They all sat on the couch and looked it over.
"That's them." He looked at Willow, then back at the group. "Can
we get a
copy of this?"
"I'll run down to the library and make a copy." Phoebe grabbed her
coat.
Angel searched his pockets and grabbed a pen and small note pad
out and
scribbled something on it, handing it to Phoebe.
"Here's where we're staying. You can drop it off there when you
get it." He
helped Willow up. "Thanks for your help." And the three of them
left through
the doors.