Waiting

[slayedthedragon]

 
He hates waiting. It’s been weeks since Illyria left to find the Oracles. How much longer is this going to take?

He should go find them himself. Hello? Champion? He could do that.

Yeah.

He’d only end up getting the same cryptic messages the Oracles always gave him. And then he’d be stuck trying to explain them to Illyria and wouldn't that be fun. So let her deal with them. Then if they give her messages she doesn't like, she can take it out on them.

None of this is making him feel very Champion-y.

He should go out. It’s been days since he last made the rounds of the neighborhood, looking for humans to save. Save them, send them to Connor. Where they'd be safe with the others he'd found. The last survivors, getting by in what used to be L.A.

He should go out. They need him. Ever since that night in the alley, ever since Wolfram & Hart unleashed true Hell, the whole city has gone nightmare. Now half the buildings eat anyone who goes in through their ‘doors.’ But staying outside? That's even worse.

Angel slips on his leather coat and goes out to the street. He ducks into a familiar alley and starts making his way through the neighborhood, listening for sounds of struggle, for the sound of someone being dragged into a dark corner for an end that would come fast but not easy.

It’s quiet. But the wind is carrying distant sounds of roaring and screaming. Just another night in Wolfram & Hart’s Los Angeles.

It’s their city now. They made it.

He'd lost it.

“You’re trying to figure out how to get it back, aren’t ya?”

Voice from behind(!) Stupid, letting someone get the jump on you like--. Angel spins round to see:

Dumpy guy. Loud shirt. Funny hat.

You’ve got to be kidding.

"Whistler.”

The demon grins.

“Hey, you remember. That’s good. ‘Cause I got important news, Angel. And you’re not gonna like it. Not one bit.”

[Continued.]