Angel quickly locked the door of his room. So far that morning, he'd been badgered by several of the younger Slayers. They told him Xander had sent them because Angel wanted to train them. He was going to kill Harris the next time he saw him. One would think fighting side-by-side would make Xander hate him less, but it didn't seem the case.
Moving away from the door, Angel went to his bed and picked up his leather duster. He couldn't believe he still had it, considering all the fights he had worn it too. It had to be sewn up a few times, but it didn't show it. Shaking his head, Angel slipped the duster on and slipped out of his room.
He moved toward the common area but stopped when he sensed Buffy and Xander sitting in there. An involuntary growl rumbled from throat before he turned and walked the other way. He didn't want to see either of them so he headed toward the garden. Luckily for him, part of the roof covered the patio so he could sit out there without burning up.
Pulling out a chair, he sat down and stared out into the garden.
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