A. Karenin

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by Danielle P.

Happy vampires are all alike; every unhappy vampire is unhappy in his own way.

Everything was in confusion at Angel Investigations. The sidekicks had discovered that the vampire was carrying on an intrigue with Darla, who had been his sire, and they had announced to the vampire that they could not go on living in the same hotel with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the sidekicks and the vampire themselves, but all their enemies and acquaintances, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the hotel felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of Angel Investigations. Angel did not leave his own room, Wesley had not been at home for three days. The demons ran wild all over L.A.; Cordelia quarreled with Wesley, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; Gunn had walked off the day before just at dinner time; Kate, and Wolfram & Hart had given warning.

Three days after the quarrel, Angel - Angelus, as he was called in the diabolical world - woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the evening, not in his bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in the lobby. He turned over his tall, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes.

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