The scene begins in Los Angeles, at night. Davies’s place has been remade into a memorial dedicated to the demons and half breed demons who risked their lives bringing in those from Los Demonio who seeked to escape anything. The rounded object that Doyle had given to Angel is in a river in a steel case that read ‘Do not open’ in Spanish.
Cordelia’s jaw drops. Angel had just told them; Doyle,Cordelia, and Wesley could do a case without him.
“Dah...” Doyle couldn’t believe what he just heard from Angel.
“Three…” Wesley is slack-jawed, holding a book.
“Of us?” Cordelia finishes, pointing to herself.
Angel puts on his dark, long coat. He seems so confident then he had ever been in . . . forever. If the happy magic stick did not count; this seems strange to Wesley. Angel rarely did this and then when they made the case pretty bigger, Angel would come in.Wesley is a bit wary; except for the time another woman had fooled them all as Cordelia. Wesley is up on his toes; figuratively.
“I trust you three,” Angel said, opening the door. It’s dark outside; he has some other business to attend to. “Three is a good number. You rely on each other; let’s test out how right I am.”
“Where you going?” Cordelia asks.
“I forgot to do something on the previous case.” Angel made a believable excuse. “When I come back you better be in one piece.”
“We will.” Wesley said. “Or in two.”
Angel shook his head as he mutters something, and then left the building.
“Are we high?” Cordelia asks, looking to both men. “Or did Angel use the magic stick thing?”
“He’s never dat confident we’ll be back in one piece.” Doyle said.
“We are not dreaming.” Wesley adds. “It’s odd to see Angel this way; let’s make the best of it—Without losing a pinkie finger, or a thumb, or a foot.”
“We get it, worryman!” Cordelia said.
. . . One hour and thirty five minutes later. . .
Angel knew what he had done.
He didn’t know who would come back, and who wouldn’t. If Dean got what he wanted; a punch in the fair and clear stab into the heart, perhaps it would be over. If Angel had stabbed him in the heart weeks ago instead of letting him live, then he may not be in this situation. All three had left the building.
“Don’t do it.” The words that Spike had said. “If you do this; they will lose faith in you.”
Before then; Angel didn’t understand what Spike was talking about.
Sadly, he knew now what Spike meant.
“It’s done.” Angel went into the building. He looks around the room that has several blinds open. Angel did not want to know who would live or who would die; he thought it might be Doyle or some other innocent bystander. He had made the most critical decision by saying, “Yes.” to Dean.
It took time to get the weapons, books, and other things that weren’t Angel’s out of the lower floor. Where would he go now? Angel had a good idea where to go; and it wasn’t Sunnydale. Moving his stuff out of the room was worth it. What Angel could not take with him was left behind or broken. If Doyle found out it was Angel’s doing; he would get ticked off. What had he done? Why did he give in to Dean’s demands?
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
