Chapter 8
| A Simple Act of Faith
Chapter 8 |
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“This guy sure gets around,” Doyle said. Angel and Doyle were situated outside of a party that Gunn was attending. They had been following Gunn to the past two hours and he had visited several people, even killed two vampires, but so far nothing that had happened that was extremely dangerous.
“You worked for the guy for nearly a year and you don’t know his habits?”
“We met at the office.”
“Well, I’m not seeing any trouble.”
Suddenly Angel’s eyes widened when he saw a group of people approaching the house.
“What is it?” Doyle asked, looking them over. “They look like plain old kids to me.”
“Trouble. This party have an open invite?”
“Don’t know,” Doyle said and shrugged his shoulders.
The group of people suddenly put their vampire faces on and rushed the house.
“Looks like it is an open invite,” Angel
yelled while jumping out of the car. “Let’s go.”
“Shit!” Gunn screamed, as a group of vampires broke into the house. One of the vampires ran straight for him and slammed him against the table and began punching him.
A moment later the vampire turned to dust.
Angel was standing behind with a stake. Doyle was fighting the others.
“Help Doyle please,” Angel said to Gunn, calmly as he can. Suddenly another vampire jumped at Gunn.
“Fuck you!” Gunn responded, not to the vampire but the Angel. “I told you I don’t want your--.”
Gunn was interrupted by a female voice screaming out his name. Gunn looked to his side. He suddenly saw his friend Veronica get thrown into some glass shelves. Angel jumped on the vampire that attacked her and staked him.
“Veronica,” Gunn said moving closer to her. Some glass had penetrated her neck. Before Gunn could stop her, she pulled out a piece of glass from her neck. Gunn grabbed someone’s jacket and held it against the wound. Doyle went in to aid.
“Get away,” Gunn said, shoving Doyle away. “I’ll help her.”
“Lad,” Doyle said. “We have to get
her to a hospital now. Come on, the car is right outside.”
While Lindsey was selling his soul and Angel was helping Gunn, Faith was doing what she usually did on a Friday night—patrol.
The vampire population in Los Angeles seemed to have doubled since last week.
Tonight, five vampires were on her at once. Faith dusted them without a problem, but a moment later another three were on her.
She was out of breath, when suddenly five more appeared.
“For fuck’s sakes—“ Faith paused, when she recognized two of them. It was Spike and Drusilla.
“Hey babes,” Spike said. “Dru and I have a little competition. She seems to think she can kill more slayers than I can.”
“I’m looking to make things equal,” she said and smiled. “I’m very much into women’s liberation.”
“So you’re the reason for the increase in vampires?” Faith asked. She spit her gum out at Spike’s feet. Spike seemed unfazed by it.
“Right dove,” Spike said.
Faith laughed. “So you can tire me down? How pathetic. What losers. You like being Wolfram and Hart’s patsy?”
“Hey,” Spike said, hunching his shoulder. “I owe them a favor. Besides a lot of people aren’t happy with you closing the doors to vampire hell. They had a lot of mates they wanted to see.”
“Wimps!” Faith said and charged out them. She had long since wanted to stake the two of them. Dru for hurting Lindsey and Spike for betraying Buffy.
Spike punched Faith who went flying. The five vampires charged at Faith. Faith dusted one, but Spike punched her again and she went flying. Faith immediately recovered herself and went for Drusilla. Drusilla who was a lot stronger than Faith punched her. Faith again went flying. This time straight into a tree.
Faith sighed, then recovered herself. She was tired after staking those 10 vamps. Spike and Dru and the two remaining vampires charged at her. Faith jumped up and grabbed the branch of the nearest tree and began climbing.
“Hey crouching tiger slayer!” Spike screamed. “Get the fuck down.”
Faith climbed as high as she could. She jumped to the next tree. The other vampires had climbed the other tree.
She jumped at the next tree, missed and fell to the ground. Before the other vampires were on her, she jumped out and began running in the opposite direction. She was too sore to take them on now.
“Who’s the wimp now, dearie?” Drusilla screamed
out.
Gunn had ignored Angel and Doyle throughout the car ride and had run out towards the emergency room carrying Veronica as soon as the car stopped. By the time Angel and Doyle had parked the car and come in, Gunn and Veronica had disappeared among the nurses and doctors.
"You sure we should be here?” Doyle asked. “We already helped him and that girl. We’ve done our part.”
“I’m trying to make amends,” Angel explained. “I want to make sure that girl is all right.”
“I can go find out?” Doyle offered.
Angel got up and shook his head. “No,
I will.”
Angel moved to the emergency room. Gunn was standing there alone covered in Veronica’s blood.
“Hey,” Angel said. “How she doing?”
“None of your damn business.” Gunn said, defensively. “What the fuck are you doing here any way? I told Doyle to stay the fuck away. I was hoping he would pass the message on to you!”
“If I had stayed the fuck away,” Angel said, politely. “You would have been dead.”
“I can take care of myself, I don’t need any murderers helping me. In fact, if you don’t get out of my face, I am gonna stake you.”
“I’m not that way anymore,” Angel tried to explained.
“You’re a vampire, that’s all I need to know.”
“I’m trying to make amends for what I did to you.”
“Amends?” Gunn said and chuckled. “You want to make amends. Bring my sister back to life. Or better yet, leave town. You are pathetic and a worthless piece of shit. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get the fuck out of my face. Get the fuck out of LA. We don’t need you here!”
Angel did not say anything, he was stunned at Gunn’s response. He looked down and then he walked out of the emergency room.
When he left, Gunn wandered over to a seat.
He buried his face in his head. He was the one that was supposed
to protect his sister.
Angel rushed out of the hospital without even talking to Doyle. Doyle rushed after him.
“What happened?”
“He doesn’t want my help,” Angel said, moving faster. He walked over to where his car was parked.
“You said so yourself, not everyone is going to want your help.”
“No one wants my help,” he retorted. “It would have been better if I was Angelus or I was dead.”
“Don’t say that, lad,” Doyle said. “People need time.”
“I’m doing what I can.”
Doyle smiled.
“What?”
“I think you need some guidance.”
Angel sighed. “No, not the singing
again. There has to be some other way.”