Into the warlock's clenches. From huntedmerciless
We had worked our way through the extensive Los Angeles sewer system and had found that the warlock, Cyvus Vail, who had done the spell on Connor and was the key to getting his memories altered, once more, to where he isn't so explosive and volatile...lived in a mansion in Brentwood.
Cordy and I worked our way there, killing five vamps somewhere along the way, although I wasn't sure where we were when we did that, though I was pleased that Cordelia hadn't hesitated with the sword and had remembered everything that I had taught her in terms of battle. We were aided in those slayings by a brief glow from Cordy.
That wasn't the case when we reached what was obviously the home of the warlock, because Scarpitha, nasty fighting demons, attacked us and we had already learned that these were the kinds of demons that Vail hired for protection.
Cordy didn't glow on them. There was no time and with my anxiety building over helping Connor as quickly as possible, I did away with the Scarpitha brutally fast and with serious vigilance. They had come out of a vent in the sweage system and must sit there and wait for prospective intruders intent on hurting their master.
Yeah, I'm going to hurt him, alright, if he isn't one-hundred percent cooperative in helping Connor.
We entered the room and it was dark and dank, and certainly wasn't the lavish headquarters of a rich warlock that I expected. Cordy was sure that it wasn't his home and it had to be wrong, but I surmised that this is probably the quarters of his demon protectors, now all dead. I pushed forward and found another latch in the ceiling, pushing the door ope with a leap, leaping up, putting myself on marble foor and carryin Cordy up with one arm after I was firmly on solid ground.
When she was standing on the marble floor in the dimly lit, but undoubtedly extravagant home, we saw the warlock and he was pathetic, bound to a wheelchair, living on a ventilator. He looked to be five hundred years and wasn't wearing the age well.
This was going to be easy, Cordy said, and as soon as she did, the warlock tossed his arms at us and a golden glow filled the room and quickly surrounded us.
"Don't glow, Cordy!"
If she did, I would lose my rage and wouldn't have a prayer of getting us out of this stasis.
"Vail, you are going to let us out of this hold and you are going to do something about Connor's memories!"
He got up, gingerly, carting his ventilator over to us as he did, smiling and then laughing a too many cigarettes smoked laugh that was disgusting as he looked at us.
I felt Cordy grabbing at me, worried that if she didn't glow that the warlock was going to turn us into toads or something.
Vail spoke up and said that the two of us are in no position to be barking demands at him. He then started in about Connor and the great work that he had done on him and everyone else not named me or Lilah, involved. He bragged that it was his best work ever and that it was a pity to end it.
[Cordy]
Cordy and I worked our way there, killing five vamps somewhere along the way, although I wasn't sure where we were when we did that, though I was pleased that Cordelia hadn't hesitated with the sword and had remembered everything that I had taught her in terms of battle. We were aided in those slayings by a brief glow from Cordy.
That wasn't the case when we reached what was obviously the home of the warlock, because Scarpitha, nasty fighting demons, attacked us and we had already learned that these were the kinds of demons that Vail hired for protection.
Cordy didn't glow on them. There was no time and with my anxiety building over helping Connor as quickly as possible, I did away with the Scarpitha brutally fast and with serious vigilance. They had come out of a vent in the sweage system and must sit there and wait for prospective intruders intent on hurting their master.
Yeah, I'm going to hurt him, alright, if he isn't one-hundred percent cooperative in helping Connor.
We entered the room and it was dark and dank, and certainly wasn't the lavish headquarters of a rich warlock that I expected. Cordy was sure that it wasn't his home and it had to be wrong, but I surmised that this is probably the quarters of his demon protectors, now all dead. I pushed forward and found another latch in the ceiling, pushing the door ope with a leap, leaping up, putting myself on marble foor and carryin Cordy up with one arm after I was firmly on solid ground.
When she was standing on the marble floor in the dimly lit, but undoubtedly extravagant home, we saw the warlock and he was pathetic, bound to a wheelchair, living on a ventilator. He looked to be five hundred years and wasn't wearing the age well.
This was going to be easy, Cordy said, and as soon as she did, the warlock tossed his arms at us and a golden glow filled the room and quickly surrounded us.
"Don't glow, Cordy!"
If she did, I would lose my rage and wouldn't have a prayer of getting us out of this stasis.
"Vail, you are going to let us out of this hold and you are going to do something about Connor's memories!"
He got up, gingerly, carting his ventilator over to us as he did, smiling and then laughing a too many cigarettes smoked laugh that was disgusting as he looked at us.
I felt Cordy grabbing at me, worried that if she didn't glow that the warlock was going to turn us into toads or something.
Vail spoke up and said that the two of us are in no position to be barking demands at him. He then started in about Connor and the great work that he had done on him and everyone else not named me or Lilah, involved. He bragged that it was his best work ever and that it was a pity to end it.
[Cordy]