Cordelia for chicago_dreams
(Note: In this game, after high school, Cordelia moved to Chicago and took a job as a secretary for a friend of her father's. It turns out that she's next in line to be the Slayer. Meanwhile, Wesley is 'gifted' with the visions after he becomes friends with Angel. After receiving a vision about Cordelia, they go to Chicago to find her.)
Life just doesn't work out like you expect sometimes. When I graduated high school, I had planned on going to Los Angeles, city of Angels, in order to become a famous actress. I was so sure that it was going to happen in no time flat. I'm Cordelia freaking Chase. I can do anything I put my mind to.
Unfortunately, I apparently have a lot more will than actual acting ability. I think that it was after a director told me that he loved me until I opened my mouth at an audition that I finally said screw it. This place was obviously way too stupid to realize my potential. Well, that's what I told anyone who asked when I said to the few people I knew that I was moving again. The truth was that being gorgeous was not enough to get a job in Hollywood. There were tons of girls who were gorgeous. Not as much as I am, but they also had the acting skills to back it up.
I called a few contacts that knew Daddy back in the day when he was a rich guy and not a convict. One of the ones who was willing to talk to me said that he could get me a job in Chicago. It was a job as a secretary, but it paid actual money, which I really hadn't seen much of lately. Honestly, I was a month or so away from being evicted from lack of paying rent. I wasn't eating anything and I still couldn't pay the rent. Daddy's old friend was offering me a job and a few months leeway on rent of an apartment building that he owned. Thank God that Daddy didn't alienate everyone that he knew by never paying his taxes.
Chicago treated me much better than LA ever did. I had a job that actually paid the bills and I had an apartment that was bug and rodent free, and I didn't have either in LA. It wasn't as glamorous as the life I had originally planned for myself, but, if I save my money, I might even be able to pay for college one of these days. Life wasn't perfect, but I was actually reaching the point of maybe calling myself happy again.
Of course, I can't have that. No happy life for Cordy. It had been a year since I graduated, and over six months since I moved to Chicago when I first started having dreams. Well, nightmares is closer to the truth. Me, chasing vampires and killing them like I was a common...well, Buffy! I just chalked it up to flash backs or something. I'd see a shrink if they wouldn't lock me up for telling them anything about my former life. I just brushed them aside and started taking sleeping medication to try and make myself sleep hard enough to not dream.
Didn't cut it. I was also noticing that my workouts were getting a lot easier all of a sudden. The little weights that I used to run with were nothing, but neither were the twenty pound weights, either. I could run for days on the treadmill and not get winded or sweaty at all. Nice for keeping my makeup fresh for picking up hot gym guys, but kind of freaky none the less.
What really kind of pounded the idea in my head that I was avoiding at all costs was the vampire that accosted me one day when I was coming out of work. I guess he thought that I looked like a tasty snack. Oh no, I didn't survive Sunnydale to get picked off by some random dork in Chicago. I still packed a stake and a bottle of holy water in my purse after all this time. I had planned on tossing the water in his face and bolting, but I dropped the damn bottle on the ground!
He laughed at me! Asked me what I was going to do with the stake that he could still see sitting in my purse. No one laughs at Cordelia Chase and lives to tell the tale! Before I even realized what I was doing, I was punching and kicking the creep like it was nothing. I even picked him up and tossed him into an alley like he was a rag doll!
After I slammed the stake through his chest, I paused for a moment to think. Did this mean what I thought it did? I mean, Faith died, so the Slayer line or whatever passed. Could it have really passed to me? I don't even have an old tweedy guy to tell me what to do! Or a young tweedy guy like Wes even! No freaking way. I am not like Buffy the Superfreak.
Of course, vampires started seeking me out. I guess they really do have some kind of beacon that calls to the Slayer. I think it was the third one that finally made me break down and admit that I had to be the Slayer. Just watching Buffy do all of this stuff over the years was not enough to let me know this much about it. I'm the Slayer.
Damnit, why do these things always happen to me? I thought I left this crap behind by leaving Sunnydale.
Life just doesn't work out like you expect sometimes. When I graduated high school, I had planned on going to Los Angeles, city of Angels, in order to become a famous actress. I was so sure that it was going to happen in no time flat. I'm Cordelia freaking Chase. I can do anything I put my mind to.
Unfortunately, I apparently have a lot more will than actual acting ability. I think that it was after a director told me that he loved me until I opened my mouth at an audition that I finally said screw it. This place was obviously way too stupid to realize my potential. Well, that's what I told anyone who asked when I said to the few people I knew that I was moving again. The truth was that being gorgeous was not enough to get a job in Hollywood. There were tons of girls who were gorgeous. Not as much as I am, but they also had the acting skills to back it up.
I called a few contacts that knew Daddy back in the day when he was a rich guy and not a convict. One of the ones who was willing to talk to me said that he could get me a job in Chicago. It was a job as a secretary, but it paid actual money, which I really hadn't seen much of lately. Honestly, I was a month or so away from being evicted from lack of paying rent. I wasn't eating anything and I still couldn't pay the rent. Daddy's old friend was offering me a job and a few months leeway on rent of an apartment building that he owned. Thank God that Daddy didn't alienate everyone that he knew by never paying his taxes.
Chicago treated me much better than LA ever did. I had a job that actually paid the bills and I had an apartment that was bug and rodent free, and I didn't have either in LA. It wasn't as glamorous as the life I had originally planned for myself, but, if I save my money, I might even be able to pay for college one of these days. Life wasn't perfect, but I was actually reaching the point of maybe calling myself happy again.
Of course, I can't have that. No happy life for Cordy. It had been a year since I graduated, and over six months since I moved to Chicago when I first started having dreams. Well, nightmares is closer to the truth. Me, chasing vampires and killing them like I was a common...well, Buffy! I just chalked it up to flash backs or something. I'd see a shrink if they wouldn't lock me up for telling them anything about my former life. I just brushed them aside and started taking sleeping medication to try and make myself sleep hard enough to not dream.
Didn't cut it. I was also noticing that my workouts were getting a lot easier all of a sudden. The little weights that I used to run with were nothing, but neither were the twenty pound weights, either. I could run for days on the treadmill and not get winded or sweaty at all. Nice for keeping my makeup fresh for picking up hot gym guys, but kind of freaky none the less.
What really kind of pounded the idea in my head that I was avoiding at all costs was the vampire that accosted me one day when I was coming out of work. I guess he thought that I looked like a tasty snack. Oh no, I didn't survive Sunnydale to get picked off by some random dork in Chicago. I still packed a stake and a bottle of holy water in my purse after all this time. I had planned on tossing the water in his face and bolting, but I dropped the damn bottle on the ground!
He laughed at me! Asked me what I was going to do with the stake that he could still see sitting in my purse. No one laughs at Cordelia Chase and lives to tell the tale! Before I even realized what I was doing, I was punching and kicking the creep like it was nothing. I even picked him up and tossed him into an alley like he was a rag doll!
After I slammed the stake through his chest, I paused for a moment to think. Did this mean what I thought it did? I mean, Faith died, so the Slayer line or whatever passed. Could it have really passed to me? I don't even have an old tweedy guy to tell me what to do! Or a young tweedy guy like Wes even! No freaking way. I am not like Buffy the Superfreak.
Of course, vampires started seeking me out. I guess they really do have some kind of beacon that calls to the Slayer. I think it was the third one that finally made me break down and admit that I had to be the Slayer. Just watching Buffy do all of this stuff over the years was not enough to let me know this much about it. I'm the Slayer.
Damnit, why do these things always happen to me? I thought I left this crap behind by leaving Sunnydale.