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[divinecordelia]

After that lovely little throat grabbing display in the living room I realized that Angel was no longer in the hizzouse. Angelus. Damn it, I knew I should have just kept that vision to myself. I got in the car and just peeled the hell out of the driveway and grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, dialing a familiar number, wanting help. NOW. I pull

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[wickedslayer]

Biting absently on my thumbnail, I was filled with a sense that I was way too fucking familiar with for comfort. Damn Buffy, you gotta stop doing this to me. Dying then coming back, then dying again so I could feel it all over again. That wrench in my heart and the lump in my throat that just won't fucking go away. You bitch, couldn't you just stay dead the first time. She couldn't do this to me again.

"Hey Hanley, I didn't know you was British." The voice startled me and I looked up to see one of the guards staring down at me.

"Huh?"

"Your brother's here. Get your ass out here and come talk to him."

Before I could say anything the door was being opened and she was standing at the door with a raised eyebrow. My brother was here? Fuck. This wasn't good, this was very fucking far from good.

When I walked out to the phones again I wasn't all that surprised to see Wesley there. Picking up the phone I didn't hesitate for a second.

"What the hell happened to Buffy?"

[_wes_pryce_]

And that answers that question. The feeling of dread balls up in my stomach like a cold stone. Faith felt something, that means that Buffy probably dead. Or undead rather. Sighing, I looked down at my hands for a moment, feeling sad that we'd lost her. I've not known her very well but she'll be missed. By her friends, her family. Even I feel her loss.

Right, lets not beat around the bush here. We're wasting precious time as it is. "You've felt it then." I wasn't a question, more a conversation. "If you've felt it, there no doubt she's dead by now. It's...Angelus, Faith. He's back, in Sunnydale." Swallowing hard, I sit back in my chair and look directly at her. "There's a big chance he turned Buffy. We need you, Faith." She is the only Slayer now, the only one who could help us to stop both of them until we could contact Willow.

[wickedslayer]

I felt it. My heart stopped, her heart stopped. Fuck me, this was really happening. Buffy was becoming a cold dead thing and not in the way that corpses are meant to I'm pretty sure, and Angel....the one thing I was supposed to count on...gone. It was like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath me and I'd landed hard on my ass with no ground to stand on.

"Move out of the way." I said quietly and definitely. Fuck fuck fuck! What was I supposed to do about this? Buffy and Angel? They were the good guys, I was the bad guy. The entire world has just turned upside down.

I watched wearily as Wesley stood up and backed away from the glass. Without thinking about it I got up and stepped away too. Taking a run I jumped into the air, and felt the glass around me breaking as I rolled onto the other side.

[_wes_pryce_]

Hesitantly I step away from the glass and watch wearily as Faith jumps through it. Well, that's just great and very spectacular. What are we going to now however? The moment she breaks the glass the alarms go off and two guards run into the room. Moving quickly I knock them out and quickly hold the door open.

"We better make a run for it eh?" A glance out of the door reveals there are already several other guards approaching. Taking of in a run, I look behind me to make certain Faith is right behind me. I've no idea where to run toward, but the exit as I remember it doesn't sound like a good plan.

"Let's find a window and hope it looks out on the parking lot. Cordy is waiting there for us in the car." And let's find a window a few floors down. I've no real wish to break my spine just yet. Throwing open the door, I sigh in relief as it reveals a set of stairs.

[wickedslayer]

Looking around the corner of the door I see the same thing Wes sees, more guards coming towards us. "Come on." I hissed at Wesley, taking his hand and pulled him down the hall the opposite way, running back towards the cells. Probably not something they'd expect. That was for damn sure

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh bloody hell. I do not like being dragged. At all. Unfortunately she's a Slayer and I'm just a normal human being. I manage a scowl at the other prisoners yells. Rather rude. We skid to a halt at another set of bars. I glance around and see some guards approaching from behind. I take out the two that reach us first.

Turning around I see Faith fighting two who have appeared from the other side. I run past her, taking out the third guard and look at her as to which way to run now. She nods into a direction and we run off again. I open up another door and run down the stairs. I glance behind me just in time to watch Faith take out another guard.

"Window Faith!" I yell, throwing open the door two flights of stairs later. We run into the hall and I look around. I've no idea where we are but there are some windows here. "Do you know the window that'll come out on the parking lot? We can get into the car and be gone fast. Cordy is driving." Yes, she is. Enough said. We'll be speeding out so fast they'll never know what hit them.

[prodigal_slayer]

Cordelia was driving? Normally I'd be annoyed at the thought of seein' Queen C herself but right now I was little bit too distracted by gettin' us the fuck out of here. On top of that Buffy and Angel...I couldn't even process that yet. I didn't wanna process that yet. It just didn't seem real, like any of it could be real cause it wasn't and any second now I'd wake up sweating on my bunk.

"Right there." Taking Wesley's hand again we both ran at the window I was talking about. Trying my best to get ahead of him to take the blow of broken glass, we both hurtle through the window and fall hard the few stories to the dumpster that lay right below. Landing hard on my back with Wesley on top of me, I clenched my jaw from crying out in pain.

Wesley rolled off of me and I followed suit. I coudl make Cordelia out nearby sitting on the driver's seat of a kinda flashy lookin' car. She musta seen us running towards her cause the car started just as I jumped into the backseat.

[divinecordelia]

I am sitting in the car with a death grip on the steering wheel watching the front door like a hawk. So nervous I feel like I'm going to pass out or just take off and leave them to fend for themselves, then I think Angelus. I can't leave, nor would I. I hear glass shattering and I jerk my head to the side. I see Faith land on the dumpster, then Wesley slam down on her, ouch. They are running toward the car and I feel my heart pounding so loud it hurts everywhere. I feel Faith jump in the backseat and Wesley dive in the front, engine gunned, I floor it and we haul ass out of the parking lot

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh my dear lord, I did not just jump out a window which god only knows how many stories up. I can feel several of my bones protesting, rather loudly. But we've no time for that. Sprinting over to the car, we both dive in and hold on tight as Cordelia screeches off. I listen to her rant for a moment. A rant I recognize as her nervous babble, I haven't had the honor of hearing that much. At least not recently

[wickedslayer]

Think if I wasn't so fucking distracted I might be excited at the idea of having actual clothes that didn't include me wearing bright orange like I had for the last few years. But as it was I couldn't really see much. There was still this dead cold ache in my chest, and I couldn't seem to fight it. This was different than the last time B kicked the bucket. Cause I knew...somewhere, she was still alive and kickin' only not so much with the alive part. I could feel every part of her, and it was killin' me. Cause most of what I could feel from her, was hunger

[divinecordelia]

I smile over at Wesley as he tells me that not being followed is good, I'm assuming it's good he said something about a horse. Eh, we'll take it as a good thing because I can drive fast but manuevering while being chased by cops, I don't think so. Wesley mentions something about clothes and I look in the rearview mirror at Faith.

"Bag of clothes on the floor, also a pack of smokes." I say dryly. "Don't say I never did nothing for you." I turn down the last stretch of road, we are about ten minutes from the edges of Sunnydale.

"Where do you propose we stay?" I ask Wesley as the city lights come into view, barely, but we are almost there. I feel the fear in my chest and I grip the wheel a bit more. "What about Buffy?"

[_wes_pryce_]

What about Buffy? Damn. "Cordy? Could you...uh stop for a moment?" She shoots me a look and I rub a hand over my face. I think she knows what's coming. "Just...park it on the side of the road please?" She nods and the car swings to the side of the road coming to a halt with a small screech

[prodigal_slayer]

I did my best to ignore the touching little Hallmark moment going on in the front seat. If they were gonna cry I was just gonna have to go ditch their asses and go do the job on my own. Cause listening to that tone of voice, and seein'the look on Cordelia's face? Little bit too much to add to my angst right now, thank you very much.

I found the bag on the floor that Cordelia had mentioned and smiled wryly when I saw a pack of Marlboro's laying on top of some clothes. Cor's clothes. Great, nothin' like gettin' out of prison to put on some designer clothes.

Quickly I shrugged out of my prison uniform, wasn't shy and those two were busy bein' all sad about Buffy. Didn't have the luxury of stoppin' to think about it, just had a job to do. Get Angel back.

Slipping on a t-shirt of Cordelia's and a pair of training pants, I reached for the cigarettes. Leaning against the door of the car I lit one up and hoped those two would be done soon.

[divinecordelia]

Faith...felt her die, Cordy. Buffy is dead. And she was with Angelus when you left. You and I both know what the possibilities that she's now a vampire are about a ninety-nine percent.

I swear my heart just caved in. First Angelus and now Buffy, granted I was never a big fan of Buffy but still. She saved our asses so many times and the one time she needs to be saved we, no I, let her down. Great, just great. I feel my face frown, my eyes brim for tears for a moment and I look in the backseat at Faith as she leans against the window looking cold. I don't mean brr it's cold outside cold either.

"Let's get out of here then." I say with an empty voice, wiping my tears. I didn't need to cry here in front of Faith and have her open her ugly mouth and say ugly words. It wasn't my fault she didn't know how to cope with things. I'll cry later when I'm alone.

There wouldn't have been anything you could have done, Cordelia. You did what Buffy would've wanted you to do."Yeah okay Wesley. Buffy would have wanted me to leave her all alone

[_wes_pryce_]

Part of me wants to reach out and wrap my arms around her, wipe away the tears and tell her it'll be alright. In fact my hand is already halfway there before drop it quickly. Another part remembers all to well how she left me and dropped me like a stone when I was the one who needed her. Needed my friends. I'm here because of Angelus and because a turned vampire slayer is far to dangerous to be let on the loose. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't owe these people anything. Not anymore

[prodigal_slayer]

I glared at fucking pity me Cordelia as she made the remark about Finch. I was pretty sure my ass was just sittin' in the slammer for a couple years tryin' to make up for that. Now I broke out to help these two get Angel back and that's the way she was gonna talk to me. Fuck her.

Crossing my arms, I stared moodily out the window some more as Cordelia drove. "Weapons. Would be good." I said, my voice low and dangerous. Takin' every bit of my self control not to lash out. "Then we go do the job." Wasn't about to get my panties in a twist over this, not now. Not in front of these two.