satanlawyer | Funeral worthy of a Watcher??

After I had gotten the legal aspects taken care of Angel decided to let Wes' family take care of the funeral arrangements with one small exception, we held the funeral for him at night, and, fitting the mood, it was one of the few times in California that it was raining. It wasn't just a light sprinkling, either. It was pouring down. The people that were there were all huddled underneath umbrellas while the Anglican (Wes's father insisted) priest said the funeral mass for him.

I wasn't really even listening to the priest as he went on and on. I knew that Wes would hate this funeral. It wasn't really him at all. Angel however had pointed out that the fact that we were able to bury him here in LA was a fight enough, so Angel kind of let his family deal with the rest.

I stood there watching Wesley's mother,who could not seem to stop crying. I then glanced over at his father and then I moved over to where Angel was standing. "I could just stake you,what the hell were you thinking,letting his family put this together?!" I hissed at Angel as the priest droned on. What I really wanted to do was scream at him to shut the hell up,Wes wasn't remotely religious! As if all of this wasn't bad enough Wes's father had a decent amount of Watchers here and there was a lot of pomp and circumstance I've noticed that apparently goes along with being a Watcher dead or alive. I'm just somewhat relived that it's being held at the Hyperion.

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Location: The Hyperion's garden

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capt_forehead

He hated funerals but he had to be there, Lilah would have skinned him alive if he'd skipped out. It wasn't wise for him to be here, not with all the Watchers that kept glancing nervously over at the Scourge of Europe. He was expecting a stake to be hurled at his chest at any moment. His eyes roll as Lilah comes up to him, hissing like a snake.

"Just because he was part of our family doesn't make him any less part of theirs. He was their son, Lilah, their blood. They have rights to and it doesn't matter if you disagree with it. It's done. We just have to get through this." Her impertinence irritated him. He hadn't expected them to bury Wesley here and it hurt that they did. This was his home. There was enough death around. The silver lining was that he could visit Wesley anytime he wanted to.

From:

satanlawyer

I glared at Angel before walking out of the garden and into the hotel. I'd made sure to make just enough of a show about it so it would catch Pryce Senior's attention.

Once I was back in the hotel I sat down in Angel's office,with the bottle of whiskey that had been left on the desk.

Roger'd noticed her alright,he noticed her from the second she'd showed up. He had no bloody clue who she was or what if anything she had to do with his son. once the priest had finished,Roger escorted his wife back into the hotel and to an empty room to lie down. Once that was done he found Angelus in his office arguing with the woman who had stormed out. He stood in the doorway for a moment listening.

From:

capt_forehead

He didn't sign up for this. Coddling the bed buddy of one of his men, but that didn't stop him from excusing himself from the rest of the funeral and following Lilah inside a few minutes later.

"You're being a selfish child. If it makes them feel better to have an Anglican priest, let 'em have it! Why do you care? So long as he gets put in the ground with respect, that's all that matters!" His temper had flared over the conversation and he thought it was ridiculous. It was then that he noticed Roger in the door way, his head swiveling around sharply to eye him before turning his back and getting himself a glass of whiskey. It was going to be a drinking day, he could tell.

From:

satanlawyer

I didn't care that Angel thought I was being a selfish bitch about this. I looked at Roger and then at Angel before drinking some more. After the silence set in a bit I looked back at Roger. "So you're the 'Great' Roger Wyndam Pryce?" Oh I knew who he was,but I just can't seem to help myself from being an ubber bitch to everyone today. He and a few select few other Watchers had come to the funeral. Since they got here they've all been acting like Wes was still one of them,and talking about how he deserved to be honored and buried with all the Watcher Council trimmings.

"Yes, that would be me," Roger said to her.

I looked Roger over some more . "Hmm...not as impressive in person.." I said before taking another swig of the whiskey and recrossing my legs;that hung off the edge of Angel's desk,which I was perched on.

Roger simply rolled his eyes. "I was actually wondering why you made such a spectacle of storming out of the funeral like that?" he asked Lilah.

I looked at Roger then over to Angel. "Oh where to start.." Well at least he'd noticed my little exit from the sad excuse for funeral proceedings.

From:

capt_forehead

Angel glanced over his shoulder at the man and then to Lilah.
"She apparently has opinions about the Council being here. She wanted your attention." He didn't have the patience to sugarcoat anything right now.

From:

satanlawyer

I glanced over at Angel. "I don't need your help." I then turned back to Roger.

Roger sighed and looked at the two of them for a moment. When he spoke he was all business like. "Just because he didn't do quite as well as he should have in life doesn't mean that he still wasn't a Wyndam-Pryce and should be treated as such."

I continued to glare at Roger as he spoke. "Didn't do as well?! And it's a little late don't you think,to treat him like a Wyndam Pryce? Maybe you should've done that more when he was alive." I shot back. It's weird I didn't think I'd be *this* upset and down right outraged before, although some of this could be the grief talking or the whiskey. Roger's lucky I haven't thrown anything at his over pompous head yet.

From:

capt_forehead

"He did fine in life, Roger. He made his choices. That goes for you too Lilah. Wesley knew that he'd still be a Wyndam-Pryce, but she's right. The council could have treated him better." He was on his own side. Not Lilahs. Not Rogers. And certainly, not the Councils.

From:

satanlawyer

I sighed and drank some more.

Roger looked at Angel. "I'm sorry,but your opinion matters very little here Angelus,he may have made the mistake of associating with the likes of you,but he was still my son." He then turned to Lilah. "As for you I'm not entirely sure why exactly you're here..."

I looked over at Angel then back at Roger. For the first time since Wes died I was at a loss for words. I didn't move from where I was sitting though. I wasn't going to give that smug British bastard the satisfaction of watching me storm out.

From:

capt_forehead

Angel turned slowly and became seemingly large, filling the space he occupied more fully. He didn't like them using his work name. Dark eyes were steel cold and there was a dangerous note behind his voice.

"I suggest you gather your wife and leave, before I decide to clock in."

From:

satanlawyer

I smirked as Angel spoke to Roger,who just sighed before turning on his heel and leaving the office. I then looked at Angel after Roger left.

From:

capt_forehead

"That man is scum," he spit at Roger's form as the man walked up the stairs towards the rooms, turning back to his drink. "I used to like the English. Can you believe that?"

From:

satanlawyer

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Wow something we actually agree on."

From:

capt_forehead

"I wish I had been told part of the council was coming. This is my home, I don't need them in here. I've got my own judges."

From:

satanlawyer

"It's good to know I'm not the only one that can't stand them." I said with a small smirk,before I took a sip of my drink.

Evil at it's best

Funeral worthy of a Watcher??

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