part 1
I was running. I don’t know what from but I know I was afraid of what ever it was. Living on Hellmouth it could have been anything. I ran into a solid wall of silk. No that’s not right walls aren’t made out of silk. “Where are you running to Little Girl.” asked an amused voice which sent shivers down my spine. Not bad shivers but good shivers. How can they be good shivers, He’s evil. OK I’m babbling but lets just say that I wasn’t as afraid of him as I was of what ever I was running from. I was about to answer when he started looking round furtively, as if he could sense something out there. “Come on” he said and grabbed my arm as he took off away from what ever it was.
We ended up at the Mansion. He dragged me inside and bolted the door. “Take a seat” he said gesturing to a very comfy looking leather sofa. I just stared, I think that I was in shock, first that he had locks on the doors and second that he had seating from what I could vaguely remember about this place I got the impression Angel had neither.
“So” I said trying to make small talk with the dead guy when I noticed he was watching me “you’ve been redecorating”
“Well, I’m not the one who thinks Oh I’ve lived such a bad life that I don’t deserve to have such sofa.”
“Do you have any idea of what we were running from.” I asked Then thouht about what he had said. Angel did seem to be on some sort of a guilt trip. That would explain the lack of furniture, I think when he wasn’t helping Buffy or out and about he would lie in bed and brood. Oh that’s a very bad image of Angel, Lying in bed and brooding. Of Angel Naked , lying in bed and brooding. Of Angel Naked in bed, lying in bed with a sheet barely covering his...OK STOP RIGHT THERE ROSENBURG THOSE ARE BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS. “Yes” I whispered quietly more to myself than anything “those are bad thoughts!” Forgetting I’m in a room with a vampire.
“Hey, what do you mean bad thoughts” he asked looking at me curiously. I could feel my face turning red “Ugh, never mind.”
He looking at me for a few moments and I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter. God, I thought that Man, no scratch that, that vamp is really really hot.
“What do I get if I tell you what it is” he asked while reclining on the sofa
“A nice happy feeling that you’ve done a good thing?”
“Why don’t you come and sit down here” he said patting a space next to him on the sofa “I don’t bite, Much!”
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