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lorne  was  nervous  where  he  sat.  he  and  hope  had  a  growing  friendship  that  he  come  to  cherish  so,  he  had  believed  she  had  a  good  reason  for  hiding  this  huge  secret  from  him,  from  everyone.  he  nodded  at  her  words,  grabbing  her  hand  and  squeezing  it  reassuringly  briefly  before  returning  her  hand,   ❛   i'm  all  ears,  pumpkin.  you  can  be  honest  with  me   ❜   he  told  her  with  a  comforting  tone,  offering  a  gentle  smile.  he  wanted  her  to  feel  comfortable  enough  to  open  up  to  him  and  feel  secure  in  their  friendship.  he  would  never  judge.  lorne  was  a  demon  that  looked  for  the  constant  good  in  others;  he  believed  everyone  had  a  good  side  until  they  didn't.  he  just  couldn't  picture  hope  doing  anything  that  would  bring  harm  to  anyone.

lorne  sat  attentively  as  she  begins  to  fidget  and  find  the  words  to  explain  whatever  secret  she's  been  hiding  from  them.  he's  still  reeling  from  the  fact  that  he  hadn't  seen  this  coming  before;  either  from  angel  or  just  from  her.  either  way,  he  trusted  her.  she  had  to  have  had  a  good  reason  for  hiding  something  seemingly  dangerous,  right?  as  she  begins  to  tell  her  story,  his  eyes  grow  slightly  in  surprise  when  she  drops  the  fact  that  she  had  blood  on  her  hands;  from  a  best  friend,  no  less.  he  couldn't  believe  she  was  capable  of  doing  something  so  heinous.  but,  she  continues  to  explain,  and  it  seemed  like  she  had  no  other  choice  but  to  do  something  regrettable.  his  eyes  begin  to  glisten  with  sorrow,  sympathetic  towards  her  because  he  knew  hope  didn't  deserve  to  be  feeling  this  way,  go  through  something  so  horrible.  he  didn't  interrupt  her  as  she  continued.  he  wasn't  surprised  that  sahjhan  was  somehow  in  the  midst  of  all  this.  they've  already  heard  of  him  before,  but  have  no  idea  of  his  connection  with  angel  and  his  past.  she  could  change  her  path.  she  didn't  have  to  do  what  she  made  promised  to  the  demon.  she  could  help  them  stop  him  and  keep  connor  safe.

she  gets  up  suddenly,  and  lorne  mirrors  her,  frantically  wanting  to  stop  her  before  she  leaves.   ❛   wait,  sweetheart,  you  don't  have  to  go.  wait,  wait   !!   ❜   he  urgently  calls  out  to  her,  running  after  her  and  meeting  her  in  the  hallway.  he  rushes  in  front  of  her  to  stop  her  in  her  tracks  by  placing  his  hands  up  as  a  makeshift  barrier.   ❛   now,  hold  on  just  a  minute.  you  can't  drop  a  crazy  story  like  that  on  me  without  letting  me  get  in  my  two  cents.  that  doesn't  seem  fair,  does  it?   ❜   he  starts  out.  he  places  one  hand  on  his  hip,  tilting  his  head  slightly  as  he  sees  the  tears  staining  her  cheeks.  his  free  hand  reaches  out  to  comfortingly  wipe  away  those  tears.  it  saddens  him  to  see  her  so  broken,  and  he's  disappointed  in  himself  that  he  hadn't  been  there  for  her  the  way  she  needed  him  to  be.   ❛   it  sounds  like  you're  putting  all  this  blame  on  yourself,  hope.  that's  not  fair  to  you,  and  it's  certainly  not  fair  to  your  friend  jo.  you  had  no  choice,  sweetie,  you  can't  keep  beating  yourself  up   ❜   he  starts.  he  caresses  her  cheek  caringly,   ❛   and  if  you  left  now,  how  would  that  make  angel  feel?  you  have  a  chance  to  change  things,  darlin',  to  do  some  good.  it's  called  redemption.  ask  your  papa  about  it,  he  practically  wrote  the  book  himself   ❜   he  chuckled,  returning  his  hands  to  his  side.   ❛   screw  sahjhan.  you've  had  the  most  contact  with  him  out  of  us.  you  can  protect  your  baby  brother   ❜   he  reassured  her,  placing  both  hands  on  her  shoulders  and  offered  a  small  smile.   ❛   the  others  don't  have  to  know   ...   not  yet.  we  can  keep  it  between  us  girls  until  after  that  walking  eyesore  is  dead.  deal?   ❜

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LORNE WAS ONE OF THE MOST FRIENDLIEST DEMONS YOU'D EVER MEET. he believed in peace and loving one another and always following your heart. strangers and newcomers were no different to this philosophy. when angel and the gang brought hope into their mix, he was more than welcoming. he greeted her with a smile and a hug and a promise that she would fit right in. she was sweet and lorne has grown to really like having hope around. in the most ironic way, she's brought hope into their lives [ .... ] and their lives were pretty dark and gloomy lately. with all the demons and evil-doers dying to get their grubby paws on an innocent baby. a baby bore of two vampires but albeit, an innocent one!! and lorne loved that baby, he'd do anything to protect connor.

When she was out dancing, Faith loved an audience. She loved having people look at her as she threw herself around to the frenzy of the music as they longed to be a part of her bliss. But she danced like a wild animal, beautiful and deadly. Look, but don’t touch. 

Today, Faith wasn’t out dancing- she hadn’t been out like that in a little while. No, she was leaving the local Tesco on a sunny weekend afternoon, with several bags of groceries held firmly in each hand as people stared and longed to reach out a hand - to help with the food, or perhaps touch her budding stomach. Faith hated being pregnant.

“You shouldn’t be carrying so much like that,” a stranger told her. “Not in your condition.”

“Welcome to the Salvatore Boarding School.” Flashing a fake smile she flipped her hair back, “I’m Lizzie and I’ll be your tour guide today, just a word of advice,” she bent in closer and let her fangs hand loose. “Last time we got a new student, kids started dying and creatures kept coming back to life out of myths and legends.” Retracting her fangs she began walking into the main hall. “But I’m sure that’ll never happen again.” 

              "Yes!" Faith's clean as a whistle. No blood, no guts, no gore. Can't say the same for Hope, but there's a teachable moment in all this ---- the key to successful Slaying? Location, location, location. She back tucks off the edge of a tone cemetery wall and, when she lands, throws her hand in the air to catch a hi-five from her very bloody pseudo-child, "Told you that dude was gonna go 'boom'. Frickin' Southern Vampires, man. Like shaking up a can of blood soda."