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So, here we were. Cordelia and I, in the old Hyperion. Cordelia who should be dead. Much like Fred. The only difference? Unlike Fred, Cordelia's essence was still around. And loudly at that. At first I had tried to convince myself she had just been a figment of my overly insane and drunk mind. And I'd been quite convincing too, if I do say so myself.
The only problem as that I'd forgotten all about how stubborn Cordelia could be. She could rival anyone of us when it came to that. Come to think of it, we're all a stubborn bunch aren't we? She finally convinced me that she was very much real, though a ghost. And she wanted her body back. She was unable to touch anything. Of course she found out how to by-pass that problem at a very ill timed moment. My ear is still burning, thank you Cordelia.
She met Illyria. Illyria who angered me more and more every day. Walking around in Fred's body, acting as though she owned it. She didn't it wasn't hers. She had no right to defile it like that. But there was nothing I could do about it. At least not if I wanted to stay alive. It sounded tempted though. Just give up and die. I even tried to achieve that goal. But I knew very well that getting drunk night after night will not kill you quick. It just numbs you, and that was enough for now.
After we shook off Angel and his lackey's we'd made our way over to the Hyperion. Cordy didn't want me to use any of the Wolfram and Hart books. And I hoped my old books would still be here. It was a shock to see how Angel had left this place, allowed it to become so run down. As though there had never been an Angel Investigations housed in here. It made me feel slightly ill. Though, that could also be the hangover, who knows. I can't even tell anymore.
Speaking of hangover's. It would seem Cordelia was willing to make her...special brew. Luckily I had already made my remark about her coffee making skills. Or lack there of. Then again, I usually stuck to my tea. Makes me wonder if there's any left. For some reason there wasn't any the last time I was here. Odd that.
"Your special brews," I say doubtful, giving her a suspicious glance. I glance back at the chairs and wrinkle my nose. Well, its not as though these jeans were really fresh. "I think I'll just keep on suffering..." I wince and let my voice trail off, noticing how that sounds. Suffering, such a loaded word now. "Errr...thank you. I think I'll stick with the hangover. I'm quite used to them by now."
Sitting down I start to flip through the books. Oddly enough not in a real hurry to find a solution. Because once I have that, Cordelia will get her body back. Which would leave me with...nothing, again.
So, here we were. Cordelia and I, in the old Hyperion. Cordelia who should be dead. Much like Fred. The only difference? Unlike Fred, Cordelia's essence was still around. And loudly at that. At first I had tried to convince myself she had just been a figment of my overly insane and drunk mind. And I'd been quite convincing too, if I do say so myself.
The only problem as that I'd forgotten all about how stubborn Cordelia could be. She could rival anyone of us when it came to that. Come to think of it, we're all a stubborn bunch aren't we? She finally convinced me that she was very much real, though a ghost. And she wanted her body back. She was unable to touch anything. Of course she found out how to by-pass that problem at a very ill timed moment. My ear is still burning, thank you Cordelia.
She met Illyria. Illyria who angered me more and more every day. Walking around in Fred's body, acting as though she owned it. She didn't it wasn't hers. She had no right to defile it like that. But there was nothing I could do about it. At least not if I wanted to stay alive. It sounded tempted though. Just give up and die. I even tried to achieve that goal. But I knew very well that getting drunk night after night will not kill you quick. It just numbs you, and that was enough for now.
After we shook off Angel and his lackey's we'd made our way over to the Hyperion. Cordy didn't want me to use any of the Wolfram and Hart books. And I hoped my old books would still be here. It was a shock to see how Angel had left this place, allowed it to become so run down. As though there had never been an Angel Investigations housed in here. It made me feel slightly ill. Though, that could also be the hangover, who knows. I can't even tell anymore.
Speaking of hangover's. It would seem Cordelia was willing to make her...special brew. Luckily I had already made my remark about her coffee making skills. Or lack there of. Then again, I usually stuck to my tea. Makes me wonder if there's any left. For some reason there wasn't any the last time I was here. Odd that.
"Your special brews," I say doubtful, giving her a suspicious glance. I glance back at the chairs and wrinkle my nose. Well, its not as though these jeans were really fresh. "I think I'll just keep on suffering..." I wince and let my voice trail off, noticing how that sounds. Suffering, such a loaded word now. "Errr...thank you. I think I'll stick with the hangover. I'm quite used to them by now."
Sitting down I start to flip through the books. Oddly enough not in a real hurry to find a solution. Because once I have that, Cordelia will get her body back. Which would leave me with...nothing, again.