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The problem with being a vampire, Bella thought as she surveyed the two uprooted trees and pile of kindling at her feet, was that there wasn't ever a break. Maybe the pent up anger, frustration and sadness wouldn't have been as intense if she could have just slept. Just a few hours away from it to reboot or reset herself.

She remembered Carlisle telling her once that vampires felt things more completely, that just as their vision and hearing and speed were enhanced, their emotions were, too. Considering the state she was in now, even days after meeting Adrian, she was pretty sure she knew why. There was no relief from it, just day after day, night after night of dwelling on it.

Today she'd decided to go to her forest, to run, to hunt. To see if she could find something to distract her expanded mind, to get away from seeing that face across the hotel and experiencing the same dashed hope that this time it wasn't someone else.

The run had helped a little, pummeling a few trees to kindling had, too.

But even now as she walked back to her room with twigs in her hair, she knew it probably wouldn't last.

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He chuckled at that. "No, I don't imagine they would. And I doubt the hotel's kitchen staff butchers their own meat. I used to get my blood from meat markets — pigs. I lived in LA, so nobody really questioned you when you showed up at a butcher shop asking for a few pints of pig's blood."

Angel couldn't hold the tantrum against her. He'd had plenty of his own in the past few months. Not over this place, but over his present situation and how everything good he attempted, everything right he did always had a wrong, always came with a downside. He stopped the world from ending, shut down the be-all, end-all of apocalypses, but Los Angeles paid the price when the Senior Partners plunged the entire city into hell as a consequence of his world saving actions.

It wasn't fair.

"Does he know that he resembles this friend of yours?"

Bella wasn't about to mention when she'd been drinking bagged blood during her pregnancy. She still wasn't sure what other vampire cultures thought about the subject...and there was no way she was going to even open the door to that level of suspicion on the off chance Ness arrived here someday.

"I suppose that's an option, but I never thought about it. The forest has plenty of wildlife and," she smiled a little wider, "it's really fun chasing them down."

She took a breath she didn't need and nodded. "Yes, he knows. Hard for him not to when I tackled him nearly to the ground and called him the wrong name while I did so."

He grinned, because drinking blood out of a bottle, bag, or mug would never compare to the thrill of the hunt, whether it be an animal or a socialite with a finely powdered neck and wig who made the mistake off leaving early without a proper escort. He used to enjoy hunting and was still good at, even without the finesse of his vampire instincts. A few centuries worth of practice and you didn't need a sensitive nose and other sharper senses to track something down, it just took longer.

"Butcher isn't always an option. In a small town away from the bright lights of Hollywood, you'd definitely raise suspicion. And at least this forest is full of decent-sized and tasting wildlife. Back in the day, it was usually rats. Especially on ships." He grimaced. "I sincerely hope you never have to eat rats."

They'd have something more to talk about, should her daughter ever come up. Angel's got a half-vampire/half-human kid of his own.

"Makes sense. Not pleasant sense, but sense. Place like this with this many intersecting worlds and realities, there's bound to be a couple of look-a-likes out there. A veritable mecca for doppelgänger scenarios."

If puking had been an option for her, Bella thought she just might have at the very idea. "Yeah, no. No rats. We only have to hunt every week or so, but can go longer if necessary. That probably helps a lot."

She nodded at his comment, having thought the same herself once she'd calmed down about it. "There's another guy here who knew someone like me, with the same name even but when I was still human, though I've never seen him before in my life. And believe me, he's memorable. Just adds another level of weird to the place, huh?"

"Good thing weird is something of my specialty."

He could probably write a book to rival some of the records that were lost with the destruction of the Watcher's Council on some of the things he saw during his time at Wolfram & Hart. There were entire floors in that building that housed things that redefined the meaning of the word.

"I think you have to be good with weird to live in the worlds we do," Bella nodded, quirking a half-smile. "Otherwise it's probably straight to the looney bin and the jackets that let you hug yourself all day."

Angel smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Good with the good weird and ready combat the weird that’s not.”