Chapter 10: Welcome to Las Vegas
"The manager said she left this morning. And she had someone with her!"
Cordelia said to the heavy bundle on the seat
next to her. She pulled Gunn's truck back onto the highway and turned it
east, in the direction the motel clerk had seen
the car go.
"She was with someone? Did you get a description?" Angel's head peaked out
from the folds of the tarp, his eyes squinting in the bright light, his
features shadowed. If she wasn't still raw with pain and livid with anger,
she'd have found the situation funny. As it was, she wasn't in the mood to
"Not a very good one. The manager just said he was a guy with dark hair.
Both of them were dirty. I think he thought they were homeless because
they tried to steal a room. He made them pay though." She answered,
rubbing her gritty eyes with her left hand.
"I wonder why they didn't just knock him out..." Angel mused, his jaw
clenched and his fist snaking out from beneath the blanket to touch hers.
Cordelia smacked his hand away when she heard
the sizzle of his flesh as the sunlight met it. "Itís going to be okay."
She sighed as he pulled his fist back in the blanket. "No it's not.
Wesley's dead and that bitch thinks she's going
to get away with it. She's not and when, not if, we catch her, I'm going
to tear her limb from limb."
"And I'll help you." He said quietly, then he
noticed where they were going. "Which way?"
"My guess? Vegas. It certainly fits her kind of town. And since she
doesn't seem to realize we're tracking her with the credit cards, as soon
as she uses them we'll head to wherever she was."
Cordy replied, pressing the petal down harder; the big ugly truck
shot forward and Angel nodded.
It wouldn't be long now. Hopefully.
Vegas, home of drugs, money, gambling and Siegfried and Roy.
My kind of town!" Faith said, stretching her
limbs to the sky and smiling at the coming dusk. Wesley smiled over at her
and weaved the car through the traffic on Interstate 15. The lights were
nearly blinding from a mile away and he actually felt a bit excited to see
"I've never been here. You?" He asked, licking
his dry lips and trying to avoid the smell of his dirty clothing. He
sighed as the traffic stopped and the cars backed up.
"Passed through once. I guess that's what we're
going to do this time too, huh?" She asked, turning huge brown eyes to him
" 'Fraid so, love.
We don't have the luxury of staying in one place. Those bloody bastards
might find you any min--" His words were cut off as something leapt onto
the hood of the car.
"Enjoying your little trip?" The pink haired stranger asked, her wide
mouth open in a lazy grin, one pistol pointed straight at Wesley. Faith
started and, quick as lightning, the girl whipped out another gun and
pointed it at her. "Ah-ah-ah Slayer. One move
and he gets it."
"Who are you?" Wesley asked, hand on the wheel. Behind him, traffic
started to back up and horns were blaring, several people within eyesight
of the car actually screamed when they caught sight of the guns in her
"Uriah. I believe you knew my sister."
flipping a strand of pink hair from her eyes, revealing the crescent
shaped tattoo along her eye.
"The Five." Wesley said beneath his breath.
"You're bright." Uriah said dryly, eyes
glowing a bright, incandescent purple as she
laughed at him. "So I'm going to kill you now."
"I don't think so!" Faith said through gritted teeth and launched herself
across the seats at Wesley. She slammed her boot on top of his foot and
the car lurched forward, dislodging Uriah from
her perch atop the hood. She flew forward, elbow cracking the windshield.
Faith made a grab for her and pulled her into the seat beside her.
Uriah went to pull one of her guns up, but
Faith cracked her across the cheek with her fist and made a grab for the
gun. She caught the demon's wrist and bent it upward. A shot rang off,
blindingly loud as Wesley winced and ducked in the driver's seat.
"You're a bad shot." Faith growled, bringing her foot up and hitting the
demon in the middle, her boot leaving a big dust print on the ratty
t-shirt she was wearing. Uriah laughed and
fell into the backseat, her legs sprawled. Faith pointed her own gun at
her and smiled. "I, however, rarely miss."
"We'll see." Uriah said, hands moving faster
than sound as she whipped out another gun from the folds of her tight
jeans. Faith frowned. Where the hell was she keeping them at? But now was
not the time for "How did she do that?" Faith kept the gun trained at the
demon, her ass pressed against the top of the windshield and her feet
braced against the seat. Her eyes flickered to Wesley and he read what she
was going to do. A faint flicker in his eyes and he readied himself.
"Now!" Faith screamed and Wesley opened the
door and jumped out of the car. He hit the pavement and rolled, his hands
tucked into his sides, pain flashing across his body as he rolled into the
sparse grass on the side of the road. He stopped and looked breathlessly
up at the car, his eyes full of the Slayer's face.
Uriah growled and fired at Faith, who fired
back then flipped over the windshield and landed on the hood. The car,
unmanned, spun out of control and Faith clung to the hood with tooth and
nail. Uriah stood up in the backseat and fired
shot after shot, one shot narrowly missing Faith's left shoulder as it
ricocheted off the hood. A glance at the road in front of her and she
smiled widely, then ducked as the demon fired
"Fuck this." She said through her teeth and let her grip go, sliding off
the side as the car headed straight for a telephone pole. Faith rolled and
looked up through a mass of hair as the car careened off the road and
slammed into the pole; Uriah screamed an
inhuman scream as the car crumpled like an accordion.
"Faith!" Wesley called her name and ran towards
her, the wound on his face bleeding again as the scab had been torn off.
His eyes were wide and his face was pale as a ghost.
"Faith! Are you okay?" He reached her, scooping her up and wiping
her hair from her eyes.
"Wes! Five by five...you?" Faith said, sitting
up wearily, her right shoulder screaming in pain as she realized it was
wrenched out of its socket. Wesley nodded and heaved a sigh of relief,
then smoothed her hair down as he glanced over at the wreckage of the car.
"You think she's dead?" He asked, squinting
through the billowing smoke the engine was emitting in huge black puffs.
Almost as if his words were enough to call her, something moved in the
"Maybe not. Let's go before we have to find
out!" Faith said, helping him to his feet and half-carrying him down the
side of the road. The traffic was stopped and everyone was watching them,
mouths open and faces pale. Faith ran up to the nearest car and found it
was a taxi cab. She pulled Uriah's gun out and
pointed it straight at the cab driver's face. "You're giving us a ride.
Any problems with that?"
The driver shook his head and Faith opened the door, diving inside and
hauling Wesley with her. "Drive. Now." Wesley
said, breath puffing out, his hand on his chest. Blood dripped into his
eyes and Faith winced. The cab driver took off, weaving his way through
the milled vehicles and toward Las Vegas.
"Well, so much for running." She said, ripping a scrap of her dirty tank
off and dabbing at the newly opened wound on his forehead. He smiled over
at her and sighed. "Never was much of a plan."
"Suppose not. You think she's following us?" Wesley half-turned in the
seat and squinted behind them, but he couldn't see anything for the glare
of the other headlights. Already he could hear the sirens of fire trucks,
ambulances and police cars blending in a cacophony of sound.
"If she is, she's hurt. We've got time to change and steal a new ride."
Faith said, glint in her eyes hard as steel.
"Sorry I got you into this."
"What? No...this is fun!
Really." Wesley said wryly, fingers tenderly touching her bruising
shoulder. She winced and he frowned. "Hold still." With a grunt, he
knocked it back into socket; she smiled over at him gratefully.
"I'm glad you're here." She said as she leaned her head against his
shoulder. Wesley could only smile and pat her hand gingerly, the lights of
Las Vegas enveloping them as the cab pulled onto the strip.
"I'm glad too."
Lorne entered the Hyperion, a smile wide on his
lips. "Hey kiddies. What's
the haps?" He called to the couple behind the desk. They looked up at him
with haunted eyes and he was slammed with the anger, hurt and sorrow in
their auras. He didn't even need to read them to know that something was
wrong. "What happened?"
"Wesley's dead." Gunn said in a stony voice, his Adamís apple moving up
down as he swallowed back tears he wouldn't let himself cry.
"What?" Lorne exclaimed, mouth dropping open. He sank into the nearest
chair waited for them to tell him that they were joking.
"That Slayer, Faith, killed him." Fred said, her bloodshot eyes flicking
from Lorne's face to the computer screen.
"What? No! I didn't read that! Faith was supposed to put Wesley back on
his path!" Lorne said, green hand running through his short red hair.
"What do you mean, you didn't read that? Did you know that Faith was out?"
Gunn asked, approaching him like he would a rabid dog.
"Yes, I knew. So did Wesley. You know that vision
Cordelia had for Wesley?" Lorne said, seeing their recognition
before moving on. "Well that girl was Faith. I read him, and I saw that
she needed him and he needed her. They...they're supposed to put each
other back on their paths, not...oh brother that went all to hell."
"Wes knew and he didn't tell us? Why would he keep it a secret after all
that we've been through with Connor and that stupid prophecy? We could
have helped him!" Fred exclaimed, her hands snaking up to her throat as
she bit back tears. Gunn was too agitated to comfort her as he glared at
"You knew too. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because it was none of your business. This was his life and her life and
two of them were not intertwined with yours. They're meant to be together
and I just can't see how this all went down the crapper. Why would she
kill him?" Lorne said vehemently, eyes blazing as he tried to think
rationally through his pain.
"I don't know. I never met her and from what I do know, she was a murderer
before she went into prison and she just picked up the habit once she
left. I guess she still blamed Wes for everything that happened to her."
Gunn said, running a hand over his bald head. He felt stubble and he
realized he'd have to shave it again soon.
"Where's Angel and Cordelia?"
"They're chasing her. They're going to...when they catch her..." Fred's
drawling voice faltered and she bit her lip. Gunn put an arm around her
Lorne didn't answer him as he sat back against the chair, deep in thought.
This wasn't right. Something wasn't right here and he had a good idea on
where to find out the truth. He stood and turned to the couple staring at
him. "I have to go somewhere. Call Angel and tell him NOT to kill her if
they catch her. Something's gone wrong and I need to find out what."
Fred and Gunn watched him go, eyes shadowed and hurt-filled.