They had really done it. No more games, no more ghost, no more Angelus. There had to be a reason right? A reason for Wes to have nearly sacraficed himself to get my soul back. A reason Faith had gone to the edge of her own darkness. For Cordelia to have resorted to dark magic in order to bring me back. Why
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I jumped up from my seat when I heard the door open. Turning around I saw Angelus standing in the doorway. Oh God, please don't let my last words be 'oh crap'.
"You can't hurt me!" I said defensively. "I put the sanctuary spell up." I backed away from him further into the room. Where was Wesley? Faith? Were they both dead? One of them for the second time in one week. Maybe we could put that on our business cards. 'Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless...even if we have to come back from the dead'.
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"Hurt you? Cor, its me." Leave it to Wes to keep everything a big secret. Guess I should have thought of that. Folding my arms in front of me I fought the urge to go any closer to her. She still thought I was him.
"Look Wes figured it out. I'm back, Angelus is gone." There it was.
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"Funny how Wesley didn't mention anything to me about figuring anything out." Not that that would be overly surprising since Wes seemed to be giving Angelus a run for his money on insaneo of the year award. But still! I'm his partner, this was our business and he would have at least told me only probably not since he has a habit of taking off for months at a time and letting me run everything by myself.
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"Do you think Angelus would come back here trying the same stunt twice? With the sanctuary spell up and everything Cor? Come on, he's not that dumb." Not that I was dumb or anything. "I'll do anything you want to prove its me."
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"I'll do anything you want to prove it's me."
Sure, I'll just whip out my handy soul detector. If he really was Angel, maybe he'd let me lock him up in the cage downstairs until I could find Wesley and get confirmation on the whole figuring things out that he never bothered to tell me about.
Since when is locking up the leader what's best for the group?
I shook my head trying to get rid of the memory. That wasn't me, it was her. I was forced to sit inside my body and watch as she did all those horrible things. Sort of how Angel must feel when he's trapped inside Angelus.
"Where's Wesley?" I demanded, not moving an inch, my eyes still locked onto him.
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"He used some demon to put my soul back." Now that I had time to think about it, it sounded like the same guy that had installed Spike's soul. Great. I can already hear that idiot rubbing it in. 'Look's like someone is copying someone else eh mate?'
That and the thought of him and Fred made me grimace. "Guess we can't really play the 'ask me something only I would know' game huh?"
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"Is he okay?" Ugh. Why am I asking the evil vampire if he's okay? Angelus probably ate him for dinner and now I'm next and this is all just some big story to try and fool me and I'll just end up tied naked to the lobby stairs again. Okay, breathe.
Besides it didn't make sense for Wes to be in the hospital cause Angelus had hurt him. The Sanctuary Spell was still up and working, unless Angelus caught up with him outside he couldn't hurt Wesley or anyone else in the hotel. Bummer. Cause when I find Wesley? He's so dead. Again.
"Guess we can't really play the 'ask me something only I would know' game huh?"
"Really not. Considering Angelus knows everything Angel knows." How was I supposed to tell whether he was evil or not? Right now I really wished I had some of that handy empath power that Lorne had.
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Nothing was working with her and why should it. She wasn't the soul police. I'd have to wait until Wes could tell her it was me himself. Either him or Faith, but the chances of her believing Faith were slim and none.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me. Its good to see you again Cor." Didn't bother waiting for anymore comments from her as I left her room, heading down the steps and back to the basement. Let myself into the cage and locked the door. Home sweet home.
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Frowning I followed behind him a distance in the hallway...expecting him to waltz right out the front door. Instead he went downstairs into the basement and locked himself in the cage. What? I mean good! Crap, this whole thing was all my fault.
"What are you doing in there?" I asked, walking down the stairs and looking through the bars in at him.
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"And Wes will be coming back when?" He hadn't even said how badly Wesley was hurt. Should I go to the hospital? Or stay here and guard the hotel? Where was Faith anyway? Ugh. Why do I have to do everything myself?
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"Call Pacific General and ask how he is. Room 308." He and Faith had been fine when I had left. Wes had known I needed to see her, so I had. Was that another mistake? "You might not believe its me and thats fine. Just know I'm here whenever your ready."
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I thought about asking him where Faith was, but I found myself overwhelmed with a feeling of not caring very much.
"Pacific General, room 308." I nodded at him, giving him one last look before heading towards the stairs.
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