On the move
[Continued from here and here]
Finally something was starting to go right. Well, not right saying that I was still stuck inside what some considered to be my own body, but wasn't. No, whatever Illyria was simply looked like a shadow of me, and that was something I was hoping to fix once we arrived back at Wolfram and Hart. Illyria thought she'd have Knox eliminate me from her mind, but that wouldn't happen when we finally entered the building. Angel, Wesley, Cordy, Lorne.. they'd all find us. They would find us and also know that I wasn't truly gone. That I was stuck inside of here. They had to know that, right? At least Angel would. Wasn't it one of those vampire things to sense things like that?
If not, I had to at least face the possibility that no one would know and then they'd do their best to kill Illyria and do something else with Knox. I doubted that neither Knox nor Illyria would willingly let the ones who wanted them dead know that I was still here.. sort of.
There was more of that loud ringing and for a while I wasn't able to see anything. When it finally became that ever wonderful eerie quiet again, I concentrated and was able to see that we were making our way back down the street towards Wolfram and Hart. Being an all-powerful Old One, you'd think that Illyria would know a little more of what was going around, but apparently being housed in a sarcophagus for thousands of years didn't do her any good. Oh, and that sarcophagus was getting the royal Wolfram and Hart destruction treatment if ever was able to get out of here. That is, unless someone else hasn't already taken care of it by now.
Once we entered the building, Illyria threw a flung a few people out of her way, and I wondered if she even knew where to go. The lab? It would make the most sense. Everything was moving so fast and I had trouble figuring out exactly where we were going. Maybe this was a good thing. Illyria would throw around a few more people and someone would call security. Security would call Angel and let him know I-.. we were here. I hoped.
[Eh, short and sucky I know. Open to.. you know who you are]
Finally something was starting to go right. Well, not right saying that I was still stuck inside what some considered to be my own body, but wasn't. No, whatever Illyria was simply looked like a shadow of me, and that was something I was hoping to fix once we arrived back at Wolfram and Hart. Illyria thought she'd have Knox eliminate me from her mind, but that wouldn't happen when we finally entered the building. Angel, Wesley, Cordy, Lorne.. they'd all find us. They would find us and also know that I wasn't truly gone. That I was stuck inside of here. They had to know that, right? At least Angel would. Wasn't it one of those vampire things to sense things like that?
If not, I had to at least face the possibility that no one would know and then they'd do their best to kill Illyria and do something else with Knox. I doubted that neither Knox nor Illyria would willingly let the ones who wanted them dead know that I was still here.. sort of.
There was more of that loud ringing and for a while I wasn't able to see anything. When it finally became that ever wonderful eerie quiet again, I concentrated and was able to see that we were making our way back down the street towards Wolfram and Hart. Being an all-powerful Old One, you'd think that Illyria would know a little more of what was going around, but apparently being housed in a sarcophagus for thousands of years didn't do her any good. Oh, and that sarcophagus was getting the royal Wolfram and Hart destruction treatment if ever was able to get out of here. That is, unless someone else hasn't already taken care of it by now.
Once we entered the building, Illyria threw a flung a few people out of her way, and I wondered if she even knew where to go. The lab? It would make the most sense. Everything was moving so fast and I had trouble figuring out exactly where we were going. Maybe this was a good thing. Illyria would throw around a few more people and someone would call security. Security would call Angel and let him know I-.. we were here. I hoped.
[Eh, short and sucky I know. Open to.. you know who you are]