Endings and Beginnings? There are no such things.

[_the_ram_]

Welcome to Hell. Please notice the absence of any emergency exits. This is not an oversight on our part, they simply do not exist. If you come here, you're here to stay. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner we can get down to business and things will be more pleasant all round.

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[lindsey_lives]

I blinked a couple of times, trying to get my bearings. The last thing I remembered was Lorne putting two bullets in my chest. Drowning in my own blood wasn't something I wanted to go through again. Welcome to Hell. Oh fuck

[_the_ram_]

I watched him with genuine curiousity. It didn't take a genius to follow his train of thought when he began fingering at those wounds of his

[_wes_pryce_]

One moment I'm staring up in Fre- Illyria's face. No Fred, she was Fred. She lied to me and I thanked her for it. I'm supposed to be dead, there isn't supposed to be anything after you died. Just...rest and nothing. But this, though it appears to be nothing, does seem like something.

And who is this woman? The ram? The ram of what? And why the bloody hell is that sodding bugger McDonald here with me? Did he just cut something out of himself? That's it, I'm having a nightmare. No sane person would do that. Confused, I glance down at myself. There's a big gaping hole in my stomach. I touch it gingerly, it hurts like hell. And my hands, they're covered in blood, but at least it's my own.

This time.

Where am I? I look up at this...Ram...thing...woman again. My eyes wide with confusion. She and that git are talking as though it's perfectly normal to be talking in the presence of someone who's dead. Someone who's dead and sitting up, looking on and hearing things. Can they even see me? Hear me? "What the bloody hell is going on?"

[lindsey_lives]

No, I wasn't surprised to be here. I was still a little shocked about how I ended up with a couple of bullets in my chest, but there were more important matters to deal with right now

[_the_ram_]

I consider the request. I do need these two to be a state to listen to what I'm telling them, and so far these wounds are proving a distraction

[_wes_pryce_]

Alright, that hurts. And she's and ugly wound fixers. But at least it's not bleeding or something rather anymore. Just painful. Well, I'm used to that. Rubbing my hand over it, I can still feel the blood wetly on my hands. "Uhm, thank you. Errr...Miss Ram

[lindsey_lives]

She healed his wound without even moving. That was pretty damn impressive. One of the three most powerful demons in this dimension and a number of others. Briefly wondered if all three were equal in strength. The books and scrolls had never gotten into that.

Wait a fucking second here. He was my boss? Maybe this was a punishment after all. I looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment. Maybe it was a joke. Why did he get to be the Liaison? I knew more about the Senior Partners than anyone else.

"Oh no, Angel would never do something stupid like sign away his friends souls, or have someone who was helping him murdered. Not Captain Broody." I rolled my eyes. Please. How stupid could he be?

"He's the new Liaison? And I work for him?" Lucky fucky ducky me. That shouldn't be possible. Unless the previous one was gone. "That big guy, Hamilton? He's dead?" Of course he was, otherwise Wes wouldn't be getting the nice new job.

[_the_ram_]

I wait patiently for a few seconds whilst the pair of them process and react to what I thought of as a fairly simply concept.

"Pryce," I say coolly, "don't sound so surprised. You skipped off with Connor, abandoning all your nearest and dearest to the mercy of Holtz, when you thought the babe was in peril. And you weren't even blood kin. Is it so hard to believe that when faced with a dilemma of similar magnitude the boy's father would react as hastily and unwisely?"

My point made, I take a few paces towards them. They still the stench of humanity about them, even if the warmth and pulse of life have gone. They still, sadly, have a mere human's mentality.

My smile fades a little as I give MacDonald a brief, frosty look.

"You ran out on us and your contract," I remind him. "You tried to rebel against us. Again. So you can see, you being Liaison is simply out of the question."

But things can change. I add, silently.

[_wes_pryce_]

I narrow my eyes at Lindsey, I swallow a snide remark. He and Angel, always the same. He doesn't know anything about him, only sees the worse, the negative side. Bloody sod. He probably wished he knew Angel as well as we did, as I do. The way he was always trailing after him, always getting in his way, our way

[lindsey_lives]

I bristled at her comments, but kept my mouth shut. Just because I was dead didn't mean I wanted to spend my unlife in pain and agony for pissing a Senior Partner off. "It seemed like a very good idea at the time." If I'd just stayed gone, I wouldn't even be here right now

[_the_ram_]

"And it's not a matter of not believing, it's a matter of not expecting to wake up here after ones death."I greet that with an indulgent smile. So like humans; to work in a profession where death is very rarely the end, and still be surprised to realise that the rule applies to you too

[_wes_pryce_]

Ignoring McDonald, I raise an eyebrow at this Ram thing. A cold look washes over my face. If she keeps on calling me Pryce, I'm just not going to listen. I've told her twice now that's not my name. She may be a Senior something, but I'm dead anyway. What's the worse she can do?

"I don't know, not needing air might be very useful." Yes indeed. And no need for water meant no need for to stop for that pesky toilet. "I take it we are allowed to use water for hygienic purposes?" As if I care.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I sigh and give her a once over. "It's Wyndam-Pryce." You stupid little trollop. That's the Last time I'm going to point that out to her, really. "In theory, what would happen if I refuse?" And don't give me that bull about not having a choice, there's always a choice. You just have to look for it.

[lindsey_lives]

Right. We're dead and now we don't need much of anything. But we can be hurt, bleed, and suffer. Fun times. There was a question I wanted to ask, but Wes began to speak and I had to keep my jaw from dropping. He was mouthing off to Ram.

Oh, this should be fun. Most Wolfram and Hart employees would jump at the chance to become liaison to the Senior Partners, do just about anything to be given that position. And here he is being all pissy.

Hiding my smirk behind my hand, I take a couple steps back in case she decides to hit him with a bolt of lightning or something. With my luck, I'd have to patch the pieces back together again.

[_the_ram_]

I don't let my smile flicker in any way, I keep gazing at Pryce with cheerful candour. I do send one single snap along his spine, letting every single nerve of his spark and sing with sweet white agony. It's the kind of pain that, if he had any breath, would drive all air from his lungs. However, being dead... well, we can really do what we want to him

[_wes_pryce_]

Well, that hurt...somewhat...badly. Gritting my teeth, I glare at this Ram being. Playing like that are we? The rush of pain is still ringing in my ears, so I'll just pretend I've not heard her. "Insufferable wench," I mutter under my breath as I straighten up.

I've a feeling that Miss Ram and I are not going to get along. I refuse to listen to the name Pryce, I'm not her dog. I'm not anyone's dog. And if I'm to be McDonald's boss? That little smirk just got him in a lot of trouble. I'll think of something very nice. Stupid pratt.

"Really?" I cross my arms over my chest and give her a disinterested look. "If the worse has already been done, then I fail to see what I'm doing here in that case." Maybe the rest had more luck then I do. Just my rotten misfortune to die first and wind up here I guess. "Why don't you get to the bloody point." You powerhungry bint.

[lindsey_lives]

Bet that hurt quite a bit. But he doesn't cry out or anything. Bravo Wes. Talking back to a Senior Partner is a rather stupid thing to do. It was more along the lines of something I'd do.

The battle was still going? Personally, I hoped someone was beating the crap out of Angel right now, making him suffer.

I raised an eyebrow as Wes spoke again. Ram was using the usual threats. If pain doesn't bother you, we'll hurt/torture/kill those you care for until you do what we say. "Angel's still undead then? Bummer."