Sheila Osborne sat at her kitchen table, scrolling down a web page on her computer, when her phone rang. Confused, she looked at the clock. 4:45am. Who would call her at 4:45?
“Hello?” she asked cautiously.
“Hey Sheila. How did I know that you’d be up at four in the morning? Lemme guess, you’re looking up demons on the internet?” Addison guessed. Sheila smiled and shut her laptop.
“Yes, I am. It’s a good idea for a watcher too keep up on the demon species. They evolve and change with interbreeding, you can never be too careful,” Sheila explained. She heard Addison laugh on the other end.
“Spoken like a true watcher,” Addison jested. Suddenly concern filled Sheila.
“Addy, why are you calling at four forty five? Is it an emergency?” Sheila asked, slipping subconsciously into watcher mode.
“No, no, Sheils, it not an emergency. I just had this dream about Angel’s past, but it wasn’t a dream. It was like memories,” Addison began explaining. Her mind flashed back to the image of Angel making love to the blond and tears filled Addison’s eyes.
“Memories?” Sheila asked, opening her laptop again, ready to research.
“Yeah. And...I think your mom was there,” Addison said carefully. Sheila was still upset about her parent’s deaths.
“My mom? Why would she have been there? I don’t think she knew Angel,” Sheila said. She was growing more and more confused. Her mom in one of Addison’s dreams? Addison had never met her mother, or father. She had only ever seen pictures.
“I don’t know, but she was performing a big spell. And there was a blond. That’s the most confusing part to all of this. First she killed him, with a sword, and then cried. Then Angel was back and they were arguing. And then they...well, I mean they....they had sex,” Addison admitted. It hurt her deeply to say the words out loud. She had never really thought about the fact that Angel had been intimate with other women, and it bothered her. She knew he had, he was almost 300 years old for goodness sake, but to see it, to have it be real in her mind, hurt more than she could describe.
“Addy, don’t get worked up over it. Angel’s with you now, he only has eyes for you. Now, you said the woman was blond?” Sheila asked, getting down to business.
“Yeah, and she wasn’t too clumsy with a sword either,” Addison commented, wishing she was that skilled with weapons.
“Maybe she was another vampire?” Sheila asked. Addison could hear her typing things onto her laptop. She was probably searching every female vampire that Angel had ever crossed paths with.
“I didn’t get that vibe. He was vamped out, she wasn’t. And she just felt human. But that doesn’t explain her strength, so maybe she’s some kind of...something? I don’t know,” Addison sighed. All this speculating was hurting her brain.
“I’ll look into all the women Angel’s been involved with, okay? I’ll come up with something,” Sheila promised.
“Okay. I’m gonna go back to bed. If Angel hasn’t woken up yet, he will soon,” Addison stated. She put the phone gently back in it’s cradle and tiptoed back to Angel’s room. He stirred as she climbed back into bed, but didn’t fully wake. For that she was glad. She didn’t want to see his smile, she didn’t want to hear his voice. She just wanted answers.
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Later that morning, Addison woke up to the smell of pancakes. It’s was Angel’s favorite thing to cook, especially when Addison stayed the night. She stretched and opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the bright morning sun.
“Morning,” Angel smiled, coming in with a tray in his hands. Addison thought Angel might drop the tray it was so full. A plate with pancakes piled high, fruit, orange juice, and coffee were balanced carefully.
“Morning,” Addison yawned. Angel set the tray over her lap and she dug in. She felt Angel’s eyes on her as she ate and she set her fork down.
“What?” he asked innocently as Addison glared at him.
“How many times have I told you that I don’t like it when people watch me eat?” Addison asked.
“More than I can count, but you’re just so beautiful,” Angel pleaded. Addison shook her head, a reluctant smile crossing her face.
“Thank you, now go away,” Addison demanded. Angel sighed playfully and walked from the room. Addison watched him as he left, loving the way he walked. Slowly, deliberately, like a predator. Like the predator he once was.
After Addison had finished her breakfast, she dressed in her favorite work out clothes. Black nylon pants and a tight white tank top. Angel came back into the room as she was tying her white tennis shoes.
“Dance?” Angel asked, moving to his closet and pulling out a dress shirt and tie.
“Yeah. I’ll be back around one though, if you can wait that long for lunch,” Addison smiled over her shoulder.
“Sure. I’ve got a meeting at eleven, so I should make it home about the same time you do. Have fun,” Angel said. He bent down and kissed the top of Addison’s head. Angel ran his own company, a sort of opposite Wolfram and hart. Lawyers dealing in the supernatural, but to help people.
“See ya,” Addison said as she stood and bounced out of the house. Once outside, she pulled out her cell phone and called Sheila.
“Hey Addy,” Sheila answered. Addison started walking her way to her favorite dance studio for a morning class.
“Hey Sheila. Got anything for me?” Addison asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Yeah, actually. I guess my mom did know Angel, cause the blond? Her best friend...Buffy Summers,” Sheila said.
“Buffy Summers? As in Buffy, all-mighty-queen-slayer-now-resides-in-a-mental-hospital Summers?” Addison asked in disbelief.
“Got it in one. Guess what put her in the mental hospital?” Sheila suggested.
“What?”
“The letter your boyfriend left her the last time they ever saw each other. Story says she went off the deep end, almost tried to kill herself. My mom was the one who signed her into the place,” Sheila said proudly.
“So I’m not the only slayer that Angel’s dated. How weird is that? Anyway, is Buffy still at the mental hospital?” Addison asked. She needed to talk to Buffy.
“Yeah. Now keep in mind, Angel isn’t the only thing that sent her there, he was just the last straw. All of the other slayers had abandoned her, thinking her ‘dried up’ as far as knowledge and power went. Her watcher had just died, and then Angel dumped her with a letter,” Sheila explained. Addison nodded taking everything in.
“I need to talk to her,” Addison muttered.
“Addy, just wait until tomorrow, okay? Wait until I can get some more information and then we’ll go together, okay?” Sheila pleaded.
“Okay. Deal.” Addison was finally going to learn about the mysterious blond.
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