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An Answer
Riding a horse was not something I'd prepared for before leaving Los Angeles. However there was nothing quite like the experience of riding a stallion at full gallop. They seemed to not have saddles in this place, thusly leaving nothing between me and the muscles of the mighty beast I sat astride. For hours we clipped through the forest before I sighted a castle sitting perched dramatically atop of a cliff. "We are nearly there Wesley my friend." Groo shouted over to me as we began our ascent, the hooves clomping loudly on the rocks.
Presently we arrived, riding into the castle courtyard and dismounting out steeds. Looking around I scarcely had time to catch my breath before I was tackled, strong arms grabbing me and threating to squeeze the air from my lungs. "Angel!" Wheezing I struggled as much was possible.
"WES! You're alive! Illyria told us you were dead! How did you get here? Is everyone else okay? Gunn? Spike? What happened to Connor?" The vampire was full of strange questions.
"Can't....breathe..." Choking for air he finally released me and I staggered back, confused.
"Who is Illyria? Your friend Groo mentioned it as an old demon. Spike is well, but why would I be dead?" Angel looked as confused as I was, if not more so.
"Remember? Senior Partners? Circle of the Black Thorn?" My face blank I tried to piece together what he was talking about.
"Angel, we haven't seen you in several years. You left to attack Wolfram and Hart a few years ago. We weren't able to get any answers from them, no matter what technique Spike and I employed on Mr. Manners." Something in his eyes changed hearing the lawyers name.
"Wes..." Angel's voice cracked as he stared at me. "You want to have a drink?"
"Very much." With any luck we could plot a course of action over the calming influence of alcohol.
Presently we arrived, riding into the castle courtyard and dismounting out steeds. Looking around I scarcely had time to catch my breath before I was tackled, strong arms grabbing me and threating to squeeze the air from my lungs. "Angel!" Wheezing I struggled as much was possible.
"WES! You're alive! Illyria told us you were dead! How did you get here? Is everyone else okay? Gunn? Spike? What happened to Connor?" The vampire was full of strange questions.
"Can't....breathe..." Choking for air he finally released me and I staggered back, confused.
"Who is Illyria? Your friend Groo mentioned it as an old demon. Spike is well, but why would I be dead?" Angel looked as confused as I was, if not more so.
"Remember? Senior Partners? Circle of the Black Thorn?" My face blank I tried to piece together what he was talking about.
"Angel, we haven't seen you in several years. You left to attack Wolfram and Hart a few years ago. We weren't able to get any answers from them, no matter what technique Spike and I employed on Mr. Manners." Something in his eyes changed hearing the lawyers name.
"Wes..." Angel's voice cracked as he stared at me. "You want to have a drink?"
"Very much." With any luck we could plot a course of action over the calming influence of alcohol.