Angel

Other than Cordelia’s little experiments with Angel’s home décor, all was quiet in L.A. Something Angel was thankful for. There was more than enough going on in Sunnydale, and he didn’t want to leave Willow alone. “Always, Angelus-“ “Angel,” he growled, cutting Willy off.

Angel gave a grunt, but said nothing. “How?” Angel asks, clearly baffled. “No, it’s okay, Angel, I appreciate it. Thank you.” Angel sighs, clearly unhappy with this development. “I don’t know.” “Alright.” Angel sits there, silent and unmoving, not showing any emotion. “Angel?”

Vehemently, Angel shakes his head. “Never,” he chokes out. “Angel,” she asked softly. “Who else is here?” “I have,” he pauses wondering if he should tell her not, “some friends staying here. Cordelia.” “Yes, Angel. I want you to come along. Maybe... Maybe we can talk.”

Pairings: Willow/Angel Disclaimer: Willow is owned by Joss, ME, and all them over there. Distribution: NHA, writtenbyfates, anyone else just e-mail me. A/N: This is a re-written version of the original Turning Series which, at one time, was told through Willow and Angel’s POV.

“So,” he says exhaling a cloud of smoke, “you want me to run off to the City of Angel with you, eh?” “What about Red?” “Do you?” “I asked first, Spike.” “You still love the Slayer,” Spike says for me. “Huh? Why?” “Works for me, Peaches,” Spike says and gets up to leave. “Be seeing you.”

No, it's ok Angel. Besides, I room with Buffy. She might see you," she says. Lifting a hand to my face she traces the line of my jaw and I lean my head into the caress. I nod silently and watch helpless and she retreats. I don't watch her go, afraid I might run after her. Beg her to stay.

Willow could only imagine Angel’s discomfort at the new found celebrity status and stifled a giggle. She had been shocked herself to find out that a good portion of the United States (and the world) knew about vampires and all the other supernatural bug-a-boo that crept around.