Angel, Season 1

[Rebecca leans over a slightly woozy looking Angel twirling his champagne glass.]

Angel:
I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people.

Rebecca:
I don't believe that.

Angel:
No, it's true. I was bad. Which is why I have to help people now. I'm trying to atone.

Rebecca:
Cordelia says you've saved the world.

Angel:
Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into hell once too.

Rebecca:
Still, don't you think after all this time you deserve some happiness?

Angel:
[laughs] That's probably not a good idea. Hm. You smell so good. [Rebecca is running one hand under his shirt. Angel looks pretty spaced out.] So warm. I miss that.

Rebecca:
You don't have to. You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever.

Angel:
Woah, woah. What are you saying?

Rebecca:
You know what I'm saying. [Exposes her neck to him.] Do it. We won't have to be lonely, either one of us, ever again.

Angel:
You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.

Rebecca:
Of course I know. I'm not a fool. There is a price. I understand that.

Angel:
You couldn't possibly understand.

Rebecca:
I wasn't afraid, was I? When I looked into the mirror and you weren't there I didn't scream. I didn't run. I understood.

Angel:
No. You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? What you really want is to make it disappear.

Rebecca:
You're supposed to help people. Help me.

Angel:
You want me to help you? [Grabs her and pulls her into the kitchen.] Fine!

Rebecca:
What are you doing?

[Angel opens the fridge and takes out a red-cross blood bag, still clutching Rebecca's left arm.]

Angel:
It's a big decision, Rebecca. Eternity. [Takes the bag and squirts some of the blood into her mouth.] I think you need a taste of what it is you're really asking for. [Rebecca is trying not to gag on the blood. Angel backs away, gasping, staring at the blood-spattered actress in front of him.] I'm sorry, I... [he drops the packet of blood] What did you do to me?

Rebecca:
Nothing.

Angel:
You put something in my drink.

Rebecca:
I just wanted you to relax a little, Angel. Oh, lower the defenses a little.

Angel:
[grabs her] What was it?!

Rebecca:
Just a little happy pill. [Angel drops his face on her shoulder, panting, and Rebecca starts crying.] Oh god. I'm so sorry.

Angel:
Everybody is so sorry.

Rebecca:
I just wanted us both to be happy.

Angel:
Oh, but I am happy.

Rebecca:
You are?

Angel:
Yes.

[A low crunch emanates from Rebecca's neck. She screams and backs away holding her shoulder were Angel's face had been. Angel straightens up, in vamp-face.]

Angel:
Perfectly happy.