Visiony goodness
As visions go, it's been a slow month. Cordelia can count on one hand how many she's gotten, and most of them have been relatively minor. Which is probably good, considering everything else she's been dealing with lately. Apparently the Powers That Be didn't take her "vision-a-day" bargain seriously when she was begging for help finding Kara in Chicago.
Thank GOD.
But tonight she's trying to relax for a few hours in front of the TV, watching some reality show about an LA hairdresser, when a vision hits her. It's short and simple, for a change, and as far as she can tell, the only bad guys involved are vampires. Vampires are much easier to deal with than demons. Demons are messy. At least vamps are more or less self-disposing. Cloud of dust and that's it. Handy clean-up.
In the vision, there's a group of them - three, it looks like - stalking a couple of teenagers that are fooling around in a cemetery. As far as Cordelia's concerned, if you're freakish enough to hang out in a graveyard, you deserve getting snacked on by the undead. But the vision was given to her to help, not ridicule them.
She'd promised Kirill that she would take him with her the next time she went patrolling. This isn't really the same, but she figures she should still call him. Just her luck, all she gets is a message saying he's out of town, so it looks like she's on her own again. No big. She's used to it.
While she gathers together some weapons, she shouts for Orlando, who's looking up apartments on the computer in the other room. "Hey, Orlando? I have to go out for a little while."
Thank GOD.
But tonight she's trying to relax for a few hours in front of the TV, watching some reality show about an LA hairdresser, when a vision hits her. It's short and simple, for a change, and as far as she can tell, the only bad guys involved are vampires. Vampires are much easier to deal with than demons. Demons are messy. At least vamps are more or less self-disposing. Cloud of dust and that's it. Handy clean-up.
In the vision, there's a group of them - three, it looks like - stalking a couple of teenagers that are fooling around in a cemetery. As far as Cordelia's concerned, if you're freakish enough to hang out in a graveyard, you deserve getting snacked on by the undead. But the vision was given to her to help, not ridicule them.
She'd promised Kirill that she would take him with her the next time she went patrolling. This isn't really the same, but she figures she should still call him. Just her luck, all she gets is a message saying he's out of town, so it looks like she's on her own again. No big. She's used to it.
While she gathers together some weapons, she shouts for Orlando, who's looking up apartments on the computer in the other room. "Hey, Orlando? I have to go out for a little while."