The Hyperion

"Where now?" said Angel with a heavy sigh.

"We have a new lead," said Cordelia. "But, I don't think you're going to like it."

"I haven't liked any of this, from the beginning," Angel told her. Then, his face softened and his voice lost some of its harshness. "Sorry, Cor. I know it isn't your fault. Just... Tell me what the lead is. Please?"

"Well, witnesses described two females." Cordelia spun around in her chair and returned her attention to the computer, where she had been inputing all of the details of the current case. "From the descriptions, we think that they might be..." She turned back to face Angel. "We're pretty sure it's Darla and Drusilla."

"They're back again?" Angel asked with disgust.

"Looks like," replied Cordelia.

"Alright," Angel said, trying to control his voice. "Give me the information, and I will go after them."

"Angel, we're pretty certain it's a trap," said Wesley.

"Well, knowing Darla and Drusilla, I am sure of it," said Angel. "However, I can't ignore them. If I do, then they'll just get worse. I won't let them kill people just because I don't want to deal with them."

Cordelia took a piece of paper and wrote something down. She compared it to the information on the computer. She nodded and held the piece of paper out to Angel, who took it eagerly. He read it, and then looked back up at Cordelia. She knew what the question on his mind was, and, in reply, she nodded.

"What are they up to?" he asked out loud.

"I think you are about to find out," Wesley said. Angel looked at him. After thinking for a moment, the vampire nodded. He turned to go.

"I've got to go now," he said. There was sorrow in his voice.

"Yeah," was all Wesley could say.

"Take care of yourself," demanded Cordelia. She sighed with despair as Angel left the hotel. She then turned to Wesley. "Why do I feel like we're never going to see him again?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," said Wesley. He frowned and left the office.