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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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[_wes_pryce_]

While Cordelia gets us a room, I open the trunk of the car. "I've weapons here," I tell Faith handing her the large back with my weapons. I'm not letting her near my books. Hoisting that bag out myself I close the trunk just in time to see Cordelia come out again.

We follow her to a room with just one bed and a sofa. Wonderful. Well they can fight over the bed, I'll probably be up all night making calls and doing research. We'll need two orbs of Thesula in case Willow doesn't have on. Or can't make it back here. Could I do the spell? I've no idea, we can worry about that later.

Dropping the bag on the floor in the corner I take out the book with the wards and I walk over to the bath room to check my phone messages. I need to figure out what to tell Giles when I call him later. "Cordelia. We'll need to contact Xander and this Anya. Any idea's where to find them would be good. And an idea on where Dawn is as well," I mutter, closing the door behind me. I'll discus later with Giles on how to tell Dawn. Poor girl. First her mother, then her friend, now her sister.

[prodigal_slayer]

"It's cool." I said quickly to Cordelia as the fucking Queen herself thanked me. Thanked me. Didn't see that one coming after her little Finch speech. Chick was moody as all hell. Then again, so was I.

Walking into the room, I stopped in my tracks for a minute and looked around the room. Dive motel room, really wasn't expectin' that. First night outta the Pen and I'm already seein' digs that look all too familiar. Anything's better than laying flat on my back with some Bertha snoozing away on the bunk just above mine.

I set the weapons bag on the floor just before plopping down on the couch. I took one last drag off of my smoke, before butting it out on the small ashtray on the table nearby. "So..." I began in a low voice. "Anyone wanna give me the details?" How did Angel lose his soul? Did he and B get bouncy with it again?

[divinecordelia]

I looked up from the stain on the floor I'd been looking at since apologizing when I heard Faith's voice asking what happened. I looked at the bathroom door that was closed, Wes tucked inside it talking on the phone.

"We went to Sunnydale because Spike vamped Tara, Willow's witchy girlfriend, after she got shot by some hoodlum." I begin, watching as she stubs out her smoke. "We were staying at Buffy's place, did a spell on it, uninvited everyone. Except we let Angel in of course, so when he came back with her after they fought, she didn't even know. I'm guessing it happened while they were fighting, because he came back Angelus."

I get up and pace between the wall and the bed, chewing on my bottom lip as I try to put things together. Angel and Buffy fought, something happened, Angel lost his soul. Who or how'd that happen?

"He grabbed me by the throat and told me to get the hell out or he'd kill me. I left." I looked blankly at the wall ahead of me as I realized I left Buffy with him and that really sucked.

[_wes_pryce_]

I checked the time quickly to see if I would be able to call Giles but found it was still to early there. I could still call of course, but the man couldn't do anything about it from there anyway. At least someone should be able to get some sleep.

I checked in on my own crew and delegated some of the cases. I set Emil out to look for two orbs of Thesula as soon as possible. Yesterday actually. Then I thought about how to tell Dawn that her sister had died and came up a bit blank. Good god, poor girl.

Opening the door I stepped out again with a sigh and bit down on a remark about them being still alive. "I've set my crew out to trace down two orbs of Thesula," I muttered. I glanced over at Cordelia and noticed the blank look. Sighing, I touched her back lightly as I walked over to grab the bag of books.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Hey." I said quietly just before Wes managed to set foot out of the bathroom. "You did the right thing." Not like I was the one to be talkin' about doin' the right thing, but I still remember the first of many Buffy speeches. "You did the right thing. You didn't die." I raised an eyebrow at her again.

When Wes walked out of the bathroom I went back to composed chick, casting my eyes towards the window again. "Two orbsawha?" I asked, turning back to Wesley. "What's that?"

Why were we even here? They sprung me to do a job, and so I say let's get on the fucking ball. I got demons to chase after and fuck me, it's been a long time since I've gotten to get slay on. Course could there have been two less dangerous vampires for a chick whose a little rusty from the joint to battle?

[divinecordelia]

I look at Faith oddly as she tells me I did the right thing, distracted by Wesley as he pats my back and passes by. Buffy Summers is dead and I have a man in the bathroom on the phone then patting me on the back, and a jail bird escaped on a 'do not pass go or collect 200 dollars go directly to jail' card. Great, add Angelus to the mix and a vamped Buffy.

"We're so screwed." I sigh and sink down onto the bed with my hands over my face. "Buffy's a vampire. Angel's Angelus. Orbs of whatever, Willow's in England for crying outloud and we all know what happened to Jenny Calender last time she tried to do that orb deal. I'm not volunteering for that job." I looked at them both and just scowled, getting up and closing myself in the bathroom.

I looked around the small, trashy bathroom and debated on wether I was cleaner than the shower or the shower was cleaner than me. I needed the hot water, that's all there is to it. I turned on the water and stripped, climbing under the piss poor excuse for water pressure shower head and closing my eyes. Crying quietly to myself.

[_wes_pryce_]

"Orb of Thesula, Faith. We need it to re-ensoul Angel and Buffy." I root through the bag to get out the book with the wards. Leaving through them I look up worried as Cordy does her very small rant and then locks herself in the bathroom. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. Damn. Just what I needed, what we needed.

I sink down near the wall and lean against it. I pull my glasses out of my pocket and put them on. With one eye I scan the pages and with the other I keep an eye on the bathroom door. I may not care...but actually I do. Great, now I'm confusing myself. Wonderful.

"If you want something to eat, go ahead and order some. I'll need to see what I need to get to put up the stronger wards. We'll need to warn Xander and this Anya girl, I need to call Giles and I'll need to tell...Dawn." Wait, I? Let those two do something as well. We're all going out to hunt down Buffy and Angelus together as well. "And if you're not hungry then don't order anything. Either way I don't care." At the moment.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Reensoul Buffy and Angel?" I asked, the words falling slowly from my lips. "We can do that? For both of them?" Man, might take even longer for me to wrap my brain around that. Buffy as a souled vampire with Angel, least those two crazy kids might finally be able to get together now. And who the fuck was I kidding?

"Why d..." I started to ask. Why the hell had they busted me out if they knew they could do this. Last time I checked I wasnt' a witch and definitely didn't know how to stick souls back into anyone. Only one thing I know how to do and that's slay. Why did they bust me out if there was no slaying to be done?

Standing up quickly, I moved towards the weapons bag. Cor was in the shower, Wes looked....something, and I wasn't sittin' around here for the rest of the night. Grabbing a stake out of the bag I headed for the door.

[divinecordelia]

I turn off the shower and dry off, I hear the door open and I jerk the bathroom door open holding on to the towel around me. Faith has the door open and a stake in her hand, oh no.

"Oh no you don't." I say a bit loudly, storming over to the door and pulling her back inside and slamming the door. I lock it and put my back up against it. "We just busted you out of jail, do you think we're going to let you go wandering and possibly get picked back up? Our chances of getting them back would drop to zero if that happened, we need you. Stay here."

I look back at Wesley for some type of support but he has his nose in a book and is looking rather nervous. I groan and look back at her, pointing to the chair by the wall. She wasn't going anywhere if I could help it, we needed her and if we lost her... we lose everything.

[_wes_pryce_]

I look up confused as the door slams closed and blink at the sight of a rather irate looking Cordelia and Faith. Right, not going near those two in when they're like that. What's going on anyway? At Cordelia's words I glance over at Faith again. "She's right, Faith. We need the element of surprise. If they know you're here we're going to miss that little trick." Who knows, they might already know.

Turning another page I mutter a small spell under my breath to ward the room against any vampires. That should hold them off for now. "We need you to capture them and prevent them for killing anyone." If they haven't already. "Dusting them is only a last option when all else fails." We really do need to get in contact with Willow.

I glance over at Cordelia and sigh. Pulling off my glasses I close my book and put it back in the bag. "We have a lot of work ahead of us. Why don't you two try to get some form of rest." Getting out another book I start to look trough it as well, anything to help us capture those two.

[prodigal_slayer]

I tilted my head and gave Cordelia an incredulous look as she...manhandled me back inside. What was wrong with her? Tellin' me I wasn't allowed outside, stuck inside with these two and their spells and sadness. I didn't wanna be stuck in here with these two. Trading in one prison for another.

My eyes go to Wesley hopin' Watcherboy would at least have my back, but just like usual. He didn't. "That's a great fucking idea guys, just send me after two WICKED powerful vampires after I've sat around on my ass for a couple years. Did it ever occur to either of you that I might be a little rusty?" I glared between the two of them and I could tell right away that the thought really hadn't occured to them.

"Maybe the plan was to just throw me in there and feed me to 'em. Maybe they can be entertained by me long enough for you to do your little spell and then oh well, poor dead Faith. At least Buffy and Angel are alive." I was seething now and was usin' every bit of self control I had not to fly off the handle. Had to keep it cool though. For Angel. "I'm not your little bitch that you can just jerk around. I'm going out, I'll be careful. But I'm going to go slay now, and anyone who gets in my way I'll just have to move." I clenched my jaw waiting for the first argument to start.

Shaking my head I opened the door again and disappeared out of it. They didn't trust me, and that well..that sucked for them. But it wasn't my fuckin' problem.

[divinecordelia]

Maybe the plan was to just throw me in there and feed me to 'em. Maybe they can be entertained by me long enough for you to do your little spell and then oh well, poor dead Faith. At least Buffy and Angel are alive.

I stood there with my mouth open in shock as the words just poured out of her mouth angrily. Why in god's green earth would we feed her to Angelus and Buffy the vampire Sl- vampire? Rusty? Could a Slayer get rusty? I don't see how they could, unless if they didn't kill they got weak.

The door slams and before I can register it I realize she's gone out. I rip the door open and watch as she storms off.

"Run away Faith, like you did before or at least that's how Buffy tells it." I snap with emotion in my voice. "You're not the only one who misses her you selfish brat." I slam the door back and look at Wesley before huffing off into the bathroom to get my clothes back on.

[_wes_pryce_]

Sighing, I glance from the door back to the bathroom door. "This is going really great," I mutter. So we didn't plan it much or at all rather. It's not as if we were very prepared. It's not as if Angel called me up and said. 'Hey Wes I'm thinking of becoming Angelus next week and then vamp Buffy.' No, of course not, because Angel doesn't even talk to me anymore.

Closing this book as well, I put it in the bag and put my glasses on the nightstand. I look back at the door hoping that Faith would come back in. I really thought we had a bit of an understanding when I visited her. I guess I was wrong. Nothing unusual there I guess. Sinking down on the bed I let myself fall backward and stare up at the ceiling.

This is going to be great. Go team.