Part 2
Willow woke up slowly, her head pounding. She raised her hands, trying to will the pain away. "What happened? Where am I?" She asked, groggily as she tried to stand. She grabbed on the chair that sat in the room as she grew dizzy. As the room finally stopped spinning, the events of the evening returned to Willow in force.
"Angel," she shouted, looking around the room for the vampire. When she didn't see him, she started to panic. "Angel, where are you?"
"Its being taken care of," a female voice replied, seemingly coming out of nowhere. Willow looked around trying to find the source before realizing what the voice had said.
"What do you mean, taken care of?" she asked, worried about her friend. "What have you done with him?"
"It is somewhere where it can't hurt you," the voice reassured.
"Angel would never hurt me," Willow asserted. "He's my friend."
"It wasn't a friend," the woman stated. "Things like that can't have friends." Willow looked over at the mirror that took over one entire wall, realizing that it was a two way and that whoever was talking to her was behind it. She walked over to it, hands on her hips and anger in her eyes.
"HE is not a thing," Willow stated, emphasizing the word he. "He is my friend and HIS name is Angel." There was silence and Willow took that as a sign that maybe the other person, whoever it was, had left.
"Do you know what it is?" The voice finally asked. Willow bit back the retort that was forming on her tongue. (Yeah, I know what he is. One hell of a friend who is a really good looking man.) Instead she simply acted dumb.
"I don't know what you mean?"
The other woman wasn't buying it. "Miss Rosenberg, I know you aren't stupid. You know exactly what I mean. Do you know what it is?" Willow knew that whoever was on the other side of the mirror knew more than most in Sunnydale and that it would probably be in her best interest to tell the truth, but she couldn't help but want to have fun at the other person's expense.
"Yes, I know what Angel is. I always have."
"And that would be?" the woman prodded. Willows straightened her shoulders and looked directly into the mirror, pride at her friend's accomplishments visible in her face.
"Someone who has saved my life more times than I care to remember. Someone who cared enough to come and see me when he knew I needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone who would not let a friend down, no matter what. That's what he is." Willow smiled smugly into the mirror before looking into it and primped, angering the woman on the other side.
"What the hell does she think she's doing?" The woman said to the man next to her. She had switched the microphone off when it became obvious that Willow wasn't going to answer her questions.
"Stalling for time, maybe," he answered, trying to justify Willow's actions. "I know she knows all about vampires and the other things that are in Sunnydale. She apparently has been helping the Slayer for years."
"Then why was she seen not only talking to a hostile, but being held by one," the woman replied, clearly not happy with the situation that had presented itself to her. "It makes no sense. She has never appeared to be stupid."
"No, quite the contrary," the man agreed. "Everything about her shows her to exceptionally bright. The only thing that I can think of is that she knew the hostile before he was turned and he was using that against her."
"That is a possibility, but in what capacity did she know him?" the woman pointed out. "He appears to be a great deal older than her."
"I don't know," the man admitted. "I am on my way to speak to the hostile now. That is, if that is acceptable to you."
The woman nodded, "It is. This is a most interesting case study. Find out what you can, while I continue with Miss Rosenberg."
"Yes, ma'am," the man said, rising from his chair. With one last look at Willow, he left. The woman turned to see Willow pacing back and forth, muttering to herself. She flicked the on switch and the microphone roared back to life.
"Miss Rosenberg, I have a few questions and I believe you are going to answer them."
"In your dreams," Willow replied. Maggie Walsh sighed and took a sip
of the coffee that was on the table. (This is going to be a long night.)
Angel was disoriented as he felt consciousness come back to him. He noticed that he was in some kind of holding cell and his first thought was of the red head that he had been comforting before everything went black. "Willow," he shouted, receiving no answer. "Willow."
"She can't hear you, hostile," came the reply from the man on the other side of the cell. Angel ran at him, only to be forced back by some kind of energy shield. The man smiled at the angry vampire.
"What have you done with her?" Angel snarled. "Where is she?"
"She's safe. Away from you."
"I would never harm her," Angel growled, trying to remain in control as the demon in him fought to take over. "She's my friend. I care about her."
"That's why you were trying to make her dinner," the man stated. "My men saw you holding her."
"She was upset, you little piece of shit," Angel couldn't help himself, his anger at the man in front of him and his concern for Willow's safety was getting the better of him. "I was trying to comfort her."
"And why would you want to do that? Vampires aren't exactly known for being friendly," the man pointed out.
"Yeah, well, I'm not your ordinary vampire," Angel stated smugly. Angel went to the back wall and leaned against it, his arms crossed. He looked ever bit like Angelus.
"And what makes you so special?" was the sarcastic reply.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Angel bit back. "Now tell me what you have done with Willow."
"I don't think so. Not just yet. We have some tests we want to run on both she and you," the man explained. "Now why don't you eat your blood like a good little vampire." The condescending tone in the man's voice pushed Angel's buttons the wrong way and, once again, he roared at the man only to be pushed back.
"You'd like that wouldn't you. For me to eat what you give me," Angel sneered, standing just on the other side of the energy field, staring at the man in front of him. He hadn't moved the entire duration of the conversation. "Do you really think I can't smell the drugs that you have put in that blood. I drink that and then what? You run tests on me? Please, I'm dead, not stupid."
The man just shrugged, "Fine, don't eat. Doesn't bother me one way or the other. You are inconsequential. You are only a hostile. We are more interested in your friend anyway. Does she know what you are?"
Angel smiled as he realized something, "Willow hasn't told you anything, has she? That's why you're here. To get information on us. Sorry, but I don't think so." With that Angel turned his back on the man and went to lay down.
The man was stunned. Never had a hostile acted this way before. He would have to talk to Walsh about this. He didn't know what was going on but he knew that it wasn't ordinary. "You will talk, eventually," the man said. Angel just snorted. "You'll have to if you want to get feed."
Angel rolled over and faced the man, "And who are you to make such threats, little man."
"My name is Commander Riley Finn and I'm the one that will make sure
that you tell us everything." With that, Riley walked away from Angel,
leaving Angel trying to figure out a way to get him and Willow away from
wherever they were.