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.no.No, no.I’m not combat-ready,” he insisted.“I’m just the messenger.”“And I’m the message,” Angel retorted.In Russell Winters’s mansion Cordelia told herself giddily that she should have brought a canteen and acompass.It was that big.That fabulous.That gorgeous.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWow.He has a house as big as a football field.Wow.He has a butler.He wants to meet me.Wow.She wanted to pinch herself, but she didn’t want to leave a mark.Not that he would care.Okay, hemight care.But he wouldn’t care because he expected her to do anything with her arms.And hewouldn’t want to look at her arms.He didn’t care about anything about her, right? Except whatever itwas that had attracted him to her.Her laugh? Her smile?She hadn’t even realized Margo knew him or would send him the tape of the party, and she didn’t knowwhat he looked like, anyway.To be honest, when the butler had answered the door, she’d almostchimed in with “Hi, Mr.Winters.”The butler moved along silently, and Cordelia was sure he could hear her heart pounding.Finally, finally,things were going to start being positive.Life was good.The future was good.Because she mattered.Eventually she was ushered into what had to be Russell Winters’s home office.Spacious, elegant, andreeking of lots of money on interior design, it was bigger than her entire apartment.She had a briefmoment where she imagined herself giving her thirty-day notice on her rat trap, and then there he was,rising to greet her.“Hi.I’m Russell,” he said in a friendly voice.“Thank you so much for coming.”He waved the butler away.The man silently left.Cordelia thought, Show time.She figured she should still try to impress him.You never really knewwhen you had clinched the sale.Not that she was selling anything.No way.Except her image.And her positive energies.“So,” she began, smiling brightly.“Nice place.” She gestured.“I love the curtains.” Wow, there are tonsof them.“Not afraid to emphasize the curtains.”He shrugged somewhat modestly.“I have old-fashioned tastes.”“I grew up in a nice home,” Cordelia assured him.“It wasn’t like this , but we did have a room or twowe didn’t even know what they were for.”He smiled.“Then the IRS got all huffy about my folks forgetting to pay taxes for, well, ever.They took it all.”Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html“And Margo says you’re an actress,” he said.“That’s going well?”“Oh, yeah, it’s great.” Sound positive.Radiating positive energy is not lying.“I’ve had a lot ofopportunities.The hands in the Liqui-Gel commercial were almost mine by like one or two girls, and, well.it’s not everything I.”She trailed off, her facade crumbling.She looked at him and felt forlorn, wondering what he wouldrequire of her.Wondering if she would have the courage not to do it, especially if it was something really icky.Some vampires live in basements, and some live in aeries, Angel thought as Doyle rolled theconvertible to a stop beside the guardhouse in front of the Winters mansion.It reminded Angel of thestately country homes of long-ago Galway and the surrounding countryside.Most of them were museumsnow, or part of the Public Trusts scheme.Angel climbed out and approached the guard.The guy sat before more monitors than a Las Vegascasino security department.They showed the property from several angles — entrance, rear, east andwest sides.Bushes, trees.Lots of trees.And ghosts.No, make that marble statues.“Hi.I think we’re lost,” Angel said to the unsmiling guard.“I’m looking for Cliff Drive — hey, what ya’watching? Is that the Vikings?”Angel leaned over and looked at the monitor that showed his car and the front of the house.He reachedout, grabbed the transmitting wire from the video camera on the gate, and ripped it out.The monitor wentsnowy.“Hey,” the guard said angrily.“What are you —”He was fishing for his gun as Angel knocked him out.Angel said to Doyle, “Tie him up.I’m out in ten minutes or I’m not coming out.”“Ten minutes,” Doyle repeated.Angel grabbed his gear and bolted.At the wall Angel leaped, grabbed the edge, and pulled himself upright.He ran along it into the night.Finally he reached the section closer to the house.He stopped and crouched low as an armed guardwalked the property.The man didn’t appear to know anything unusual was going on.He was just makinghis rounds.He turned a corner, and Angel ran on along the wall.Then he leaped, landing on the roof of the mansion.He scrabbled over the roof and jumped again.He landed in the side yard.After checking for guards, he attached plastique and the detonator to anauxiliary generator.That’ll make a nice explosion.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHe headed along the corner of the house to the fuse box and started working on it next.He’s so understanding, Cordelia thought hopefully.Such a great listener.She sat with Russell Winters in his study, and he was all ears as she opened up to him far more than shehad intended.“I’ve tried really hard, you know? Usually when I try at something I succeed right away.I just thoughtthis would be.but I don’t have anybody.I don’t even have any friends out here.”“Now you know me,” he reminded her.“And you don’t have to worry anymore.”She looked down.He can’t just be nice , she told herself.Otherwise, this would be just like living ina movie, and I have left all that kind of stuff behind me right where in belongs, in Sunnydale.“What do you want me to do?” she asked.“Just tell me what you want.”She tried to collect herself, knew she was trying to stall the conversation.Everything she wanted, hecould give her.A career.but she had talent, she knew she did.She needed help getting started.Just atiny break.A break wouldn’t cost too much, would it?She crumbled a little.“Oh, God.I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes.“Here I am getting all weepy in front ofyou —” She looked around for a mirror.One mirror.One single mirror.“I probably look really scary.I finally get invited to a nice place with no mirrors and lots of curtains andhey, you’re a vampire.” She looked at him.He was caught off guard.“What? 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.no.No, no.I’m not combat-ready,” he insisted.“I’m just the messenger.”“And I’m the message,” Angel retorted.In Russell Winters’s mansion Cordelia told herself giddily that she should have brought a canteen and acompass.It was that big.That fabulous.That gorgeous.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWow.He has a house as big as a football field.Wow.He has a butler.He wants to meet me.Wow.She wanted to pinch herself, but she didn’t want to leave a mark.Not that he would care.Okay, hemight care.But he wouldn’t care because he expected her to do anything with her arms.And hewouldn’t want to look at her arms.He didn’t care about anything about her, right? Except whatever itwas that had attracted him to her.Her laugh? Her smile?She hadn’t even realized Margo knew him or would send him the tape of the party, and she didn’t knowwhat he looked like, anyway.To be honest, when the butler had answered the door, she’d almostchimed in with “Hi, Mr.Winters.”The butler moved along silently, and Cordelia was sure he could hear her heart pounding.Finally, finally,things were going to start being positive.Life was good.The future was good.Because she mattered.Eventually she was ushered into what had to be Russell Winters’s home office.Spacious, elegant, andreeking of lots of money on interior design, it was bigger than her entire apartment.She had a briefmoment where she imagined herself giving her thirty-day notice on her rat trap, and then there he was,rising to greet her.“Hi.I’m Russell,” he said in a friendly voice.“Thank you so much for coming.”He waved the butler away.The man silently left.Cordelia thought, Show time.She figured she should still try to impress him.You never really knewwhen you had clinched the sale.Not that she was selling anything.No way.Except her image.And her positive energies.“So,” she began, smiling brightly.“Nice place.” She gestured.“I love the curtains.” Wow, there are tonsof them.“Not afraid to emphasize the curtains.”He shrugged somewhat modestly.“I have old-fashioned tastes.”“I grew up in a nice home,” Cordelia assured him.“It wasn’t like this , but we did have a room or twowe didn’t even know what they were for.”He smiled.“Then the IRS got all huffy about my folks forgetting to pay taxes for, well, ever.They took it all.”Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html“And Margo says you’re an actress,” he said.“That’s going well?”“Oh, yeah, it’s great.” Sound positive.Radiating positive energy is not lying.“I’ve had a lot ofopportunities.The hands in the Liqui-Gel commercial were almost mine by like one or two girls, and, well.it’s not everything I.”She trailed off, her facade crumbling.She looked at him and felt forlorn, wondering what he wouldrequire of her.Wondering if she would have the courage not to do it, especially if it was something really icky.Some vampires live in basements, and some live in aeries, Angel thought as Doyle rolled theconvertible to a stop beside the guardhouse in front of the Winters mansion.It reminded Angel of thestately country homes of long-ago Galway and the surrounding countryside.Most of them were museumsnow, or part of the Public Trusts scheme.Angel climbed out and approached the guard.The guy sat before more monitors than a Las Vegascasino security department.They showed the property from several angles — entrance, rear, east andwest sides.Bushes, trees.Lots of trees.And ghosts.No, make that marble statues.“Hi.I think we’re lost,” Angel said to the unsmiling guard.“I’m looking for Cliff Drive — hey, what ya’watching? Is that the Vikings?”Angel leaned over and looked at the monitor that showed his car and the front of the house.He reachedout, grabbed the transmitting wire from the video camera on the gate, and ripped it out.The monitor wentsnowy.“Hey,” the guard said angrily.“What are you —”He was fishing for his gun as Angel knocked him out.Angel said to Doyle, “Tie him up.I’m out in ten minutes or I’m not coming out.”“Ten minutes,” Doyle repeated.Angel grabbed his gear and bolted.At the wall Angel leaped, grabbed the edge, and pulled himself upright.He ran along it into the night.Finally he reached the section closer to the house.He stopped and crouched low as an armed guardwalked the property.The man didn’t appear to know anything unusual was going on.He was just makinghis rounds.He turned a corner, and Angel ran on along the wall.Then he leaped, landing on the roof of the mansion.He scrabbled over the roof and jumped again.He landed in the side yard.After checking for guards, he attached plastique and the detonator to anauxiliary generator.That’ll make a nice explosion.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHe headed along the corner of the house to the fuse box and started working on it next.He’s so understanding, Cordelia thought hopefully.Such a great listener.She sat with Russell Winters in his study, and he was all ears as she opened up to him far more than shehad intended.“I’ve tried really hard, you know? Usually when I try at something I succeed right away.I just thoughtthis would be.but I don’t have anybody.I don’t even have any friends out here.”“Now you know me,” he reminded her.“And you don’t have to worry anymore.”She looked down.He can’t just be nice , she told herself.Otherwise, this would be just like living ina movie, and I have left all that kind of stuff behind me right where in belongs, in Sunnydale.“What do you want me to do?” she asked.“Just tell me what you want.”She tried to collect herself, knew she was trying to stall the conversation.Everything she wanted, hecould give her.A career.but she had talent, she knew she did.She needed help getting started.Just atiny break.A break wouldn’t cost too much, would it?She crumbled a little.“Oh, God.I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes.“Here I am getting all weepy in front ofyou —” She looked around for a mirror.One mirror.One single mirror.“I probably look really scary.I finally get invited to a nice place with no mirrors and lots of curtains andhey, you’re a vampire.” She looked at him.He was caught off guard.“What? No, I’m not.”She raised her chin.“Are, too.”He moved away from her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]