AMARA -» angel

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"Is there a reason you're waking me up from the two second nap I get between work and slaying?"

After Angel found Tina's dead body, left by a vampire named Russel, he waited until dark before formulating a plan.

"The guy trying to take her at the party was called Stacy," he tells a shorter looking man, Doyle, as he steps out of the elevator and into his apartment.

"First name or last?" Doyle asked, reading the room and getting straight to business.

"I don't know. Professional muscle, probably done some time."

"I can ask around."

Angel walked over to a phone book placed on the coffee table near his couch and grabbed it, bringing it into the kitchen area where there was a larger table. "Great. Start with the car. Grey '87 Black Mercedes 300E, going to need some serious work on the bumper. Call the chop shops."

""I know a couple that ain't in the book, too," Doyle says, following after his clearly unhinged friend.

"The guy in the car leads me to Stacy. Stacy leads me to Russell."

"You couldn't have known she was going to run out on you like that."

"Forget it. Let's get to work."

"You can't cut yourself off from..."

"Doyle, I don't want to share my feelings," Angel snapped, looking up from where he was flipping through the phone book. "I don't want to open up. I want to find Russell and I want to look him in the eye."

"Then what?"

"Then I'm going to share my feelings." The anger gleaming in his eyes was unmistakable, but then an idea popped into his mind. "I'm gonna get Amara. She'll probably want in on this."

"Amara?" Doyle asked with furrowed eyebrows, not immediately recognizing the name.

"The slayer," he clarified.

The shorter man's eyes bulged. "There's a slayer in town and you're just now telling me?"

"I didn't know until last night. She helped Tina get away from Russell's guys," the vampire shrugged, moving across the room to where he stored his weapons.

"So what's her story?"

"Huh?" Angel glanced over at him.

"This slayer, what's her story? I mean there's Buffy, the do-gooder. Then Faith, the homicidal one. So what's Amara?" Doyle inquired with interest.

Angel furrowed his brows, thinking about the question for a second, before shaking his head. "I don't know. Somewhere in the middle, I guess."

While in Sunnydale, Angel didn't spend much time conversing with Amara. He usually only saw her when there was a problem—which was pretty often—and they needed to kill something or someone 'evil'. And even then, there wasn't much conversation involved.

Most of the time she waited off to the side until they told her who it was that needed killing and then did her job. She contrasted Buffy in most aspects, Angel had noticed. But not as much as Faith did. Somehow, she found the sweet spot between caring hero and murderous assassin.