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[__visiongal]

Your name is Cordelia Chase. You grew up in Sunnydale, California. You Graduated - though the ceremony was somewhat tumultuous - in 1999. Your head teacher was eaten by a giant snake. You've worked at Angel Investigations for three years.Yuh-huh

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[wesley_w_pryce_]

I put down the cups and start to pour out the tea. Yes it is awfully British of me but I think starting in on the whiskey bottles may be a bit of a bad idea no matter how tempting it sounds.

"Yes, all of our lives sound like gothic soap operas when looked at too closely, nevertheless it is the truth."

[__visiongal]

"You would say that." I tell him, pointedly. He kind of has this penchance for... Not so much stating the obvious, but telling me things that he probably thinks I want to hear.

I take a sip of the tea, closing my eyes for just a moment. You'd think that I'd remember, wouldn't you? Y'know, have some small, minor recollection of everything this guy was telling me?

Nothing. Not a sausage. Or any other kind of meat for that matter.

"So... My Principal really was eaten by a giant snake? Man, that's harsh." And there's the other stuff, too. "What about the other stuff? The--" I lower my voice, afraid someone will hear, "--Evil vampire thing. Do I really work with an evil guy?"

[wesley_w_pryce_]

How on earth do you compress the story of Angelus into a simple answer?

"I'm afraid that's really not an easy one to answer. He certainly is not as evil as Stephen makes him out to be, and yet he is."

I sigh and drain the tea, perhaps whiskey was the right answer after all.

"This would be easier if you had retained any memories of what a vampire is. When you become a vampire your soul is gone. The body is just a husk with your memories and no concience to guide it and a hunger for blood to survive."

I check to make sure I am not making her eyes glaze over with this new barrage of information.

"Angel..Angelus, lived many years this way and did horrific things, killed most everyone he encountered, or killed others to torture them with survival. He killed Holtz's family. Then he was cursed by a gypsy family with a soul, and it has tortured him with regret for what he has done ever since."

[__visiongal]

"So... The guy was human. Got bit, turned evil, ate a bunch of people and then started his own detective agency because he felt bad?"

Wesley nods and I frown, wondering how I got roped into helping the guy. "It sounds like something out of a movie. I keep expecting, like, Anne Rice to pop out or whatever... Did you feel like that when you heard these--" Low voice. "--Vampires were real?"

[wesley_w_pryce_]

I hesitate for a moment, the short version of what we have been through together will be an epic still. And lets face it, I'm afraid to tell her because she may turn away from me in disgust. But that's not fair to her, to not tell her because I am afraid

[__visiongal]

Uhm, okay

[wesley_w_pryce_]

"You said I came to confront you. Did you... Did you explain what happened? Did I... I dunno, did I accept it?"

I wince a little, that wasn't a fun conversation.

"I did tell you, you did seem to accept it, you were going to help me talk to Angel about it when he seemed less likely to kill me for what I had done."

I'm glad that Stephen brought her here, glad that I have forged some sort of relationship with the boy even if it is likely to make trouble later on.

"It is fine for you too ask questions, I am trying to be forthcoming...it's just some things are still very new and raw to me still. I honestly had just thought of a lot of the things you were asking the last time we talked so it's been hard to give you a solid answer."

I want to help her, not just for Angel and everyone else's sake but because she's the one person from my former life who still believed in me.

"Perhaps there's a spell that will restore your memory to you."

[__visiongal]

I feel bad now. When he says that half the stuff I'm asking him is still raw, I suddenly don't want to be asking him it. I don't want to be the one who dredges this all back up again for him.

"Memory spell? You could do that?" Unconsciously, my fingers fly up to my neck. I want to know everything, really I do, but-- But what if what happened to me was so horrible that I chose to block it out?

What if... What if I know something, something far worse than baby kidnappers and vampire slayers and all the rest of it?

And what if-- Wait a minute. Could I honestly go through the rest of my life not knowing because I was afraid? That doesn't sound like me.

"Okay," I nod, taking a deep breath, "Magic me up right nice. Or something that doesn't sound so lame."