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Post by Winifred Burkle on Jun 12, 2006 7:30:39 GMT -5
Fred looked down, her fear suddenly consuming her, she wished she had not rushed in, but Faith...
"F-Fred." She stammered, unable to look up or even to move.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 12, 2006 7:32:15 GMT -5
"Fred." he said, moving disturbingly close, his voice becoming lower and more menacing. "I'm Henry Elder. Goodbye."
He moved past her, walking out into the corridor.
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Post by Winifred Burkle on Jun 12, 2006 7:36:11 GMT -5
Fred looked at Angel her eyes wide, "I don't like him."
Leaving she tried to find Faith
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Post by Angel on Jun 12, 2006 7:39:37 GMT -5
Angel moved with swift speed and slammed Henry against the wall, he eyes burning with hatred "I'm letting you fight beside me, I'm letting you bang that pretty little Wolfram & Hart girl, I'm even letting you sleep in my home but while you're here, you will keep your distance from Fred" he squeezed his neck tightly "Understand?"
He'd had enough of Henry's attitude, he'd either put up or shut up because right now he didn't want any of his family scared for their lives.
Angel let him go, he adjusted his shirt and nodded "I appreciate all your help Henry" he turned without waiting for a repsonse and went back into his room.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 12, 2006 7:45:27 GMT -5
Henry straightened himself out. When he got beaten up, he at least liked to deserve it. And right now, he certainly knew he deserved it.
He was annoyed at Faith. He understood why she hated him, but he didn't understand why she wasn't more eager to forgive. He must have hurt her more then he thought, tricking her, commenting on Fred and everything else...
And then there was Fred...she'd done nothing to deserve him creeping her out, nothing at all, and he felt bad about that too.
Damn all these people. He used to never feel guilty, and when he did, it would disappear. Now it was hanging around and bringing friends.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 12, 2006 8:39:48 GMT -5
Henry smoked in silence in the corridor near Angel's room. Sighing, he stubbed the cigarette out and headed to the rooftops, about to do something he did once every three years: apologise.
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