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"Let's get it done." Dark-haired and emotionless, Angel walked his younger sibling to the car.
His sister, Cordelia had her long brown hair tucked behind her ears. Xander, his younger and annoying brother could be heard sobbing silently in the backseat.
"It’s so un-real... I mean one minute we were bashing the old man, like any other day. Then poof-no more mister man." Cordelia tried to deal with the death of her father, in her own way.
Angel didn't seem to have any outlet on the event. Instead he insisted on being the *rock.* Cordelia couldn't understand why you would want to be the rock, that meant being all stiff and that would not do wonders for your complexion.
The three pulled into Wolfram & Hart, Angel shuddered at the thought of lawyers. If it wasn't for the large sum of money he was about to inherit, he wouldn't be there at all.
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"I don't understand." Angel's mind silently screamed. *I have worked too long for this to happen.*
"The legal papers clearly state it. In order for you to inherit you share of the money and the company, you must care for the girl." The lawyer placed a photo of a dark blonde girl in front of him.
*A girl.* Angel felt his jaw tighten, a sign his blood pressure was too high. *Stay calm.*
"Apparently, your father and this girl... uh, Buffy... were very close. One of his statements state the girl is to be taken care of. That would be where you come in."
Angel pictured himself punching a hole in the desk right there. *Ignorant father!*
"Sure... I mean how much trouble could a seventeen-year-old girl be... right?" Angel laughed nervously, again setting his sights on the girl's photo.
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Angel rubbed away at his temples, unsure of how to handle this unexpected turn of events. Although, he had no intent of losing the company his mother had promised him. Money would no longer be an option, nothing would be hard ever again.
Angel smiled, but it quickly dissipated once his set foot on the property of Buffy. As Angel looked over the house he felt nausea come over him.
"What? Never seen a fixer upper before?" Angel spun around to find a dirty blonde-haired girl. Her hair hung halfway down her back, lying loosely out of place. Ashes from the fire she had been hunched over, now smudged the girls complexion. Her stinging green eyes shone through the dirt.
"You must be Angel. Your lawyer informed me about your visit." Buffy wiped the dirt of her hand, by wiping it on her tattered jeans. She reached out her hand, as Angel declined, the girl laughed a little.
"Come on." The girl led Angel to the small stairwell leading into the house. The stairs creaked, unsteadily as they walked into the house.
The sight Angel saw, almost forced him to run out screaming in disgust.
"I think I am going blind." Angel said looking away.
"What? Never seen a bloody naked man before? No, I suppose not." The blonde, who stood in front of Angel quickly grabbed a towel and covered his parts.
"Spike." The man reached out his hand, Angel walked past, looking over the home.
To say it was dirty, would be an understatement. Clothes lying in undistinguished piles, covered most of the area. Beer cans lay everywhere, cats drinking out of the spilled puddles of alcohol.
"I know things are dirty, I just never have time..." Buffy seemed embarrassed, the emotion soon faded as the girl took a shot of Vodka, which had been sitting on the counter (next to the cat food.)
Angel's skin began to crawl. "You live here?"
"Sometimes. When Spike and I make up." Buffy smiled walking over to 'exposed' man, giving him a playful look.
"The best part about fighting... is the making up." Spike said, more to the blonde than Angel.
They kissed passionately, making Angel look away. Finding his eye contact glued to the ceiling. *Is that mold?* Angel shuddered bringing his gaze to the couple, who seemed to be over their 'moment.'
Angel walked over to the girl picking her up.
"Put me down!" She protested, batting at Angel's shoulders.
"Sorry, There have been a change of plans."
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