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To say that things had been worrisome lately would be an understatement. And I may be a master in the understatements, as Cordelia so gleefully loves to point out, but even I an see that using that word is putting it mildly. And as usual everything seems to be arriving at once. Of course evil never sleeps, which means that those fighting it do not get much sleep either. Which is rather bothersome at time. What good fortune that I'm used to having very little sleep. Oh dear, I'm getting sarcastic to myself again. Now *that*, is worrisome.
I've been trying my best to translate the Nyazian scrolls, but it's not an easy job. It seems to be written in several languages, four of whom are...quite dead. I do not have all the right books here, but I've been looking and asking around for them. With any luck I should have them in a few days. That is, if we even have a few day's. I've only managed to figure out bit and pieces of the puzzle. About the Tro-clon. A trinity that will bring about the ruination of mankind. My current theory is that this could point at the child Darla is carrying.
And there is something else to worry about. Darla showing up here, and being quite obviously pregnant. It is impossible for a vampire to carry life, to give life, to create life. Usually they take life away, destroy it and rather gleefully at that. The ah, soulless ones that is. But the proof was staring us right in the face. She is pregnant, and on top of it all with Angel's child. Or so she told us. I've no real reason not to believe her. I think I'm still slightly...indignant, to find out Angel slept with her in order to loose his soul. I understand that this was in his so called 'beige' period, but it was still quite a shock.
Not as much of a shock as two vampire's creating a new life, a new...human being.
It's astonishing, unbelievable...fascinating. If the situation weren't so dire, I'd love to ask her some questions on what it is like. It would make a perfect subject for a paper. And Angel would kill me if he ever found out that I saw her as that. If only briefly. Angel himself is having trouble with it as well. Of course, it's not every day you find out you're going to be a father at the age of...what? Two hundred and forty seven. Then again, I don't think Darla was expecting to become a mother at her...age.
But the sum of it all, is that we're in rather big trouble. To say the least. There are several groups who want this child for their own nefarious schemes and plans. I don't even want to know what those plans may entail, I shudder at the thought. What we needed for now, was a safe place for Darla to give birth. It was almost time as far as I can tell. Gunn and Cordelia were out looking for a this safe place. I believe their first stop was Caritas. It should be protected by the spell Lorne keeps up there. Fred and myself were staying behind in the hotel to do some more research.
I had to find out what was in these prophecies and what the meaning of it was. There was more at stake here then just Darla's unborn child. The world at large, might be danger. We my very well be looking at our next apocalypse. For the purpose of staying awake, I'd skipped my tea. Which was quite a sacrifice, thank you, and was drinking coffee. I don't know who made it, but it was appalling and doing it's job. That of keeping me awake. Pulling off my glasses, I peered down at what I'd found thus far, scribbling down some more notes before reaching for another book. This was going to be a long night...day's even.
I was worried about Gunn and Cordelia being out there. I was worried about Angel being out there, I don't even know where. And I'll bet he forgot to switch on his cellphone again so we wouldn't be able to reach him in case of an emergency. I swear, one of these day's I'm going to sit him down and let Cordelia explain the whole thing to him again. Using small words. Perhaps even bring out the hand-puppets. Right, getting back to the task at hand. The bloody scrolls. Pushing my glasses back on my nose, I started my research again, lifting up my cup to sip some coffee.
"Bloody hell, who made this? I think my spoon just died in it."
[Open for Fred]
I've been trying my best to translate the Nyazian scrolls, but it's not an easy job. It seems to be written in several languages, four of whom are...quite dead. I do not have all the right books here, but I've been looking and asking around for them. With any luck I should have them in a few days. That is, if we even have a few day's. I've only managed to figure out bit and pieces of the puzzle. About the Tro-clon. A trinity that will bring about the ruination of mankind. My current theory is that this could point at the child Darla is carrying.
And there is something else to worry about. Darla showing up here, and being quite obviously pregnant. It is impossible for a vampire to carry life, to give life, to create life. Usually they take life away, destroy it and rather gleefully at that. The ah, soulless ones that is. But the proof was staring us right in the face. She is pregnant, and on top of it all with Angel's child. Or so she told us. I've no real reason not to believe her. I think I'm still slightly...indignant, to find out Angel slept with her in order to loose his soul. I understand that this was in his so called 'beige' period, but it was still quite a shock.
Not as much of a shock as two vampire's creating a new life, a new...human being.
It's astonishing, unbelievable...fascinating. If the situation weren't so dire, I'd love to ask her some questions on what it is like. It would make a perfect subject for a paper. And Angel would kill me if he ever found out that I saw her as that. If only briefly. Angel himself is having trouble with it as well. Of course, it's not every day you find out you're going to be a father at the age of...what? Two hundred and forty seven. Then again, I don't think Darla was expecting to become a mother at her...age.
But the sum of it all, is that we're in rather big trouble. To say the least. There are several groups who want this child for their own nefarious schemes and plans. I don't even want to know what those plans may entail, I shudder at the thought. What we needed for now, was a safe place for Darla to give birth. It was almost time as far as I can tell. Gunn and Cordelia were out looking for a this safe place. I believe their first stop was Caritas. It should be protected by the spell Lorne keeps up there. Fred and myself were staying behind in the hotel to do some more research.
I had to find out what was in these prophecies and what the meaning of it was. There was more at stake here then just Darla's unborn child. The world at large, might be danger. We my very well be looking at our next apocalypse. For the purpose of staying awake, I'd skipped my tea. Which was quite a sacrifice, thank you, and was drinking coffee. I don't know who made it, but it was appalling and doing it's job. That of keeping me awake. Pulling off my glasses, I peered down at what I'd found thus far, scribbling down some more notes before reaching for another book. This was going to be a long night...day's even.
I was worried about Gunn and Cordelia being out there. I was worried about Angel being out there, I don't even know where. And I'll bet he forgot to switch on his cellphone again so we wouldn't be able to reach him in case of an emergency. I swear, one of these day's I'm going to sit him down and let Cordelia explain the whole thing to him again. Using small words. Perhaps even bring out the hand-puppets. Right, getting back to the task at hand. The bloody scrolls. Pushing my glasses back on my nose, I started my research again, lifting up my cup to sip some coffee.
"Bloody hell, who made this? I think my spoon just died in it."
[Open for Fred]