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[dirrty_cordy]

Choking as I woke up I tried to breathe, clutching my hands to my neck I looked up wide eyed at...Angel. "Your here." My voice came out in a ragged whisper. The vision, those demons...blinking back tears I nodded. "Fine, pills are in that bag...you have to go." Stopping to try and swallow I hated the visions, hated the pain, hated my stupid

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[fredburkle]

I'd finished using the restroom, but I heard Cordy and Angel fighting, so I tip-toed away from them and walked further into the mansion. It was really nice and I couldn't believe that no one was living here. Well, except for some of the rotten places and the whole abandoned and creepy feeling, it was nice. Over all I really liked it and it was very much a place Angel would pick to live. It was very high on the brood-scale.

I went upstairs and opened a door and glanced inside. It was a bedroom with a dresser turned on its side, a side table with all its drawers sitting on top and a mattress and box spring standing against the wall. The frame for the bed was sitting in the middle of the floor with two boxes sitting in the middle of them. The whole room was covered in old cobwebs except the two boxes. I glanced inside and saw a whole bunch of drawings...all of Buffy. I recognized her from Cordelia's year books.

I wondered who'd drawn them, but when I saw one of Buffy sleeping, I knew it was Angel. You could see the love and emotion he put into each of these and my heart broke for him. He really loved her and now she was gone...forever. Poor Angel. There really wasn't much that I could do or say, so I just sighed and closed the boxes, putting the drawings away.

I walked to the window and looked out and smiled at the great view of Sunnydale. I liked this room and I wanted to it to be my room. I decided to go downstairs and get my stuff and start cleaning the room when I heard Angel call my name. I ran downstairs and saw Cordelia laying on the couch and Angel gone. I ran over to Cordy and knelt beside her, "Cordy...are you ok? Where's Angel...?"

[dirrty_cordy]

Ugh, I was hoping these visions might stop spanking me so hard when we got to Sunnydale. Small town, little demons, slightly less evil. Oh no, silly me, what was I thinking?

At least the pills hadn't gotten stuck in my thoat or anything. Which would have been kind of ironic. Seer chokes to death on pills due to sore throat from vision about jogger having throat ripped out. Wait, no that isn't irony. Its suckage.

"Fred, could you grab my pills out of my purse?" I'd shoved the other bottle under the couch cushions when I heard her coming. "Angel had to go, demons in the park."