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Post by Lovely on Jun 26, 2009 0:08:53 GMT -5
May 28, 2009
8:03pm
An alley in town
The crew had tracked down a nasty demon which had been preying on young women in the neighborhood and they had set out to take care of it. With just the few of them, splitting up to circle around and flush the thing out kind of left each of them on their own. Which is how Cordy found herself in the alley, with no back up in sight, she couldn't use her power of screaming -which she was very good at because not only would the others hear her, the demon would too and she was pretty good with it not finding her. Bigger, stronger, pissed off, and hungry tended to give demons an advantage. She had to play this smart and stay calm, damn it why did the alley have to be so foggy? She turned to see a figure ahead of her and she knew it wasn't the demon.. was it Dean or Sam? Thank goodness! She spoke up trying to be loud enough for the person to hear but not so loud as to call attention to the two of them being all 'helpless' in the alley. "So dancing boy pull me out of this fog?" She wasn't sure who it was so using a name or direct address was out of the question.
"Don't you like men of mystery?" The figure that emerged from the alley would seem more than familiar if the voice itself didn't.
She saw him but she didn't believe that she was really seeing him. Her hand tightened slightly around the small metal bar she'd picked up to defend herself. Angel wasn't the demon she was expecting to come across but this could be a trick from that one. She took a slow careful step backward.
"What?!" The grin developed out of the fog before the face itself became clear behind it. "No hug?"
If it was Angel the metal bar wouldn't do her much good but she held onto it anyway. She couldn't kill a vampire with it, but she could use it to help defend herself. "Angel?" She asked softly, her eyes shifting over him, her voice soft.
The tall figure stopped and the grin faded. He looked behind him then down at the girl in front of him and the bar in her hand. "What's that for? Did I come at a bad time? Cordy?..."
"Bad time.. well.. you know.. not if you're really you. If you are.. then now is a great time for you to be here. Cause I'm pretty sure the demon that was chasing me is going to kill me."
He pressed his fingers to a wrist and then his hand over his silent heart. "I swear... only one pulse between us. Um... so.. do you want some help?" He was more than ready to help whether she asked or not, but she was the one holding the bar. He just had a set of car keys and a freshly pressed suit.
"No." She said with a more Cordy sounding sarcastic edge. "I thought you could just watch, like getting a free pay per view show."
"Great. Got any popcorn?" He sounded aloof but he saw something she might not have heard behind her. She'd know the suddenly serious focus as his eyes went clear and his brow line tightened.
"You know I didn't think to bring any.. sorry." She knew the look on his face and had the sinking feeling he knew about something that she couldn't sense yet. Cordy swallowed and licked her lips. "This is all I have.. will it do?" She briefly motioned to the bar, feeling the hair in the back of her neck start to prick up.
He nodded slightly and started to walk toward Cordy like he wasn't sensing a thing other than the company of an old friend. He leaned down like he'd hug her and spoke quietly. "To your left... ready?"
Her eyes fluttered closed for a second with him close, she'd missed him so much and didn't realize how much she had been still hoping he'd show up. "Yes I am very upset that you... left." She was ready and as she spoke the word her hand lifted and she shifted to the left.
Ready she was as she moved. He launched past her toward the creature that intended to kill her. Going to her left she'd spin directly toward it to brace herself as it approached.
She spun and felt Angel launch past her, her eyes widened as she saw the thing coming at her, it was bigger than it had seemed to be when she first came across it. Her feet planted with her knees slightly bent and the bar held firmly.
She was glad there only appeared to be one, with two mouths? "Eeww.." She whispered as the thing drooled, thinking it was going to make her a meal. It had to be about seven feet tall, towering over her and Angel, two sets of arms lashed out at their sudden movement and it made a gurguling sound. One set of large eyes watched them, from within a bumpy head and slimey skin. Whatever kind of demon it was, she couldn't pronounce the name Wesley had found in his research, it was fairly gross and she just knew she was going to end up with icky demon innards on her again.
Empty handed was not the way to go at this thing, but other than carkeys... he'd need those... he would have to resort to brute force. Ripping into it was bound to ruin his dinner plans one way or another anyway. "Works for thugs in alleys, why not," he growled, slipping the keys between knuckles and giving a swing at one of its many eyes.
The thing was cumbersome which is why it preyed on more helpless victims, it could move forward quickly but twisting to the side and deflecting was dificult. As Angel went for the eyes, Cordy moved to slam the sharper end of her piece of bar into it's chest. She didn't have Angel's strength, which she could have used at the moment as she tried to drive the bar into the thing's heart.
The thing hardly reacted at first to the dent in its socket that spurted. Maybe it didn't have any pain receptors? Or maybe it was that slow to react. It definitely wasn't falling over easily. Angel looked at the soggy mess on his hand a moment and went after another eye before it realized it was being slowly blinded.
Cordy cried out as a sharp claw dug into her side as the creature tried to push her away before she could drive the bar deeper. Her hands slipped off the bar a moment in reaction to the pain. The creature shook it's head slowly trying to clear it's vision, it didn't seem to be pained by the damage to it's eye but was partially blinded.
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Post by Lovely on Jun 26, 2009 0:10:21 GMT -5
May 29, 2009mid-morning Bon Temps Hotel The crew was all together again and though not a typical family -they were chatting and teasing each other like only family can as they all set in to work on getting the hotel cleaned up. Fred and Cordy had both noticed the ratio of men to women and this had gotten the subject off on a rail and around to the girls having a lack of boyfriends. Fred ended up leaving to go get them some breakfast and so she missed it when someone made a comment about "..the boys are just being themselves... wishywashy, non commital, self depricating slimes.. egotistical, but otherwise wishywashy.." It made them laugh and Cordy brought up another point. "this true, but some of the girls just want a boyfriend.. like normal girls and abnormal girls get to have.." She pouted a little, they just didn't seem to get it.
Gunn was just chuckling. "But none o'y'all are anything normal any way you look at it."
"Not... that that's bad..." He stopped laughing and started cleaning.
"We still deserve boyfriends.. we may be freaks in our own ways.. but we're not hideous awful people.. we're human.. or mostly human.. and we need that connection just like the people we save."
"Whoa, who said anything about anybody ... "connecting" with anybody? I was just saying..that that... that you ladies are all pretty, um... exceptional and that these guys, they ain't worth your time, that's all."
"Speak for yourself, hotshot. If I wasn't worth the time, I wouldn't still be hunted after two hundred years. Some of the ones after me were even almost normal themselves," Angel nodded.
"The definition of almost in your book must be as fast and loose as someone's version of normal," Wesley quipped from behind the newspaper ads. "Are we looking for work or writing a soap opera? Anyone find anything worth following yet?"
"Thanks for caring about my pain Wes. When I don't show up for work one day, don't bother checking my room for the body." She sighed leaning on the counter, with her head on her hand. "I've been alone for four years.. the last real boyfriend I had was Xander. It's.. just getting very lonely.""Then this must be the place. Someone hire a carpenter? Have hammer will tr-... holey... maybe I should have brought two," Xander said, hearing the echo of Cordelia's familiar voice in the lobby as he entered, Anya somewhere close behind. He looked around and wondered if he could un-enter... would any of them notice. "You said work, not overhaul.""Xander!" Her smile was bright as she pushed off the counter and turned to him. "Ohh my god! It's great to see you... wow.. I actually mean that.." She shook her head, smiling as she approached him offering a genuine hug. "Overhaul is work, is it not?" "We're not staying here.. are we.. Xander?" She stumbled in behind him, looking around with a frown. "Oh.. it's.. Angel.. and Wesley..and Cordelia.. and I don't know you." She pointed to Gunn. "Don't start," Xander warned Anyanka through the small smile. How many miles had the discussion lasted already? "Work is... it's good to see you, Cordy," he said, returning the hug and not finishing his comment about feeling keelhauled into helping out on a lost cause. "Should he... you know... is everything okay.. .here... with you all... um, together like this?" He pointed out Wesley and Angel, wondering what the rest of the story was and why everyone seemed to be getting along."Who's starting, I'm not starting.. I'm stating.. saying.. hello. So hello.. gang." Anya waved and gave a totally forced smile. Cordy laughed a little and turned into the room motioning towards the others. "Of course.. fine as it can be.. we're.. oh here.. card." She pulled the cinged card from her pocket and handed it to Xander. "Angel investigations.. that's us.. we're a team.. this is Gunn. He's part of our team.. and Fred is.. getting us breakfast.. she'll be back soon. You'll like her." She leaned in closer and gave him a questioning look. "Anya?" She whispered, not knowing why they were together."She'll be thrilled you remembered," Xander nodded, maybe answering more than he wanted to admit at the moment."Um.. right.. anyway.." She looked at him, not really understanding what or why he said what he did and didn't seem to hear anything else she'd said."Anya, you remember Cordy? That's Gunn and I guess we'll meet Fred soon," he said, trying to bring her in nicely and meet the others. He was ready to sit in a nice quiet corner for a few minutes and let the overwhelmedness sink in a little. "Oh, Cordy, you asked about Buffy and Willow... they um, wanted to take separate cars or the bus or something. Did they get here already? We um... had a couple detours on the way.""Buffy and Willow are coming?... Super.. isn't that super? Wes.. Angel.. won't that be great?" She turned with her eyes a little wide and stepped back towards the desk, but then turned again and smiled at Anya. "Hi.. been awhile.. how are you?" Anya hopped a little as she walked into the lobby more. "Oh good.. Xander and I are very happy.. I never had a chance to thank you. Without you .. I never would have been able to have so much sex with him." "Um... soo.. hahah... um, great way to break the ice. Let's just um... yeah ice... actually... how about water, something... please? Long drive," Xander said, trying not to make anyone uncomfortable, especially himself now that it felt twenty degrees warmer in the sparse lobby. Gunn chuckled. "Nice girl... poor guy," he muttered to Angel. "I got the drinks... water, water and water... on the house. Anything else while I'm up?""A stake.. if you could just stake me.. that would be great." She laughed as she turned around, nearly glaring at Wesley and Angel. She walked behind the counter where they were sitting and leaned to whisper to Angel. "You see that.. this is all your fault! Xander is having sex.. and I can't even get a date.. I'm blaming this on you! ..and maaybe Doyle but he's not here to take it out on.. so you better find a way to fix it!" She huffed and straightened up, turning to smile as Anya and Xander wandered closer. "So.. ahh.. how long have you two.. been.. um.." "Having sex regularly? Almost four years now.. since the fall after Buffy blew up the high school." Anya offered with her usual peppiness and a smile. "I love Xander... and you can't have him back .. so if that is why you called him here. You can forget it. I may not have my powers anymore, but I will still fight you for him." "Girls, that's great. Really nice of you, but heheeeey... look, we're all a team here, right? Aren't we? So... where do you want me to start hammering? I mean... you know... nails... fixing things, like doors. Got an extra stake? I'm not serious, don't take me seriously," he paused, a hand out toward the first of them that moved, not sure what they would do. This was just too weird to handle right now. "No fighting...Anya... don't you worry about that." He found the nearest empty seat, hoping it would sprout a hinged jaw and swallow him whole."Four years... ?" Angel nodded gently, thinking back on recent times with a faded smile. He wasn't sure that was entirely good news for the boy, knowing Anya's history. "Well..." What else was there to say to that?"No nuts! Four... with him? Dude, right on," Dean piped up, hopping down and over the railing of the stairs at the last to join the crew. "Sorry, couldn't help overhearing. Niiiice to meet you," he offered Anya, with a smile he gave most new girls. "Strawberry blonde... very nice.""Xander no offence but I'm not desperate enough to fight an .. Anya for you.. I'm very glad you two are happy.." Of course she wanted to crawl under the desk and never come back out again. Then watching Dean flash that smile at Anya, she did turn around pretending to shuffle through the papers for something so she didn't have to keep watching. "You are very pretty, but I don't want to have sex with you." She smiled at Dean and patted him on the arm, pulling her hands back to fold behind her back as she sort of bounced on her toes again. "..It's good I'm no longer in the vengence business I'm sure I would have been called for you sooner or later." Seeing where Xander sat she moved over to curl in his lap, smiling adoringly at him. "Pretty? Ouch... she's sharp. Nice to meet you anyway... I'm Dean. You'll meet Sam around here someplace, probably behind a computer or something knowing him. Going out to pick up some beer. Anyone want anything?"Xander was done with arguments and slumped, leaving a lap for Anya to slide into though he didn't really mind now. "You just met him. Let him live. I'm sure he's good for something," he managed to sigh, hoping that she wasn't seriously going to try breaking anyone when they just arrived. "A piano to drop on me from out of nowhere.." She sighed and pushed her chair back. "I think I need some air.. I'll be back in a minute." Cordy stood up, rubbing her temples as she headed for the door to step outside for a few minutes. Air would do her good and a minute to absorb it all.. and not have to scream. "Cordelia, didn't you say you had a few things to pick up?" Wesley chimed in to Dean's offer, trying to get her out of her own slump and out of the awkward situation with Xander... the road to hell, paved with good intentions, but it was worth a try. "Dean, why not take her with you?""Wes... um, probably not a really very good idea," Angel muttered, waiting for something to scream, explode, catch fire or ...."I definately need asprin.. " She stopped and turned back to them. "Sorry I just have this terrible pain.. and it's making me cranky and out of sorts.. a little asprin will fix me right up." The temple rubbing and pain commentary was noticed from no less than two directions familiar with the signs. Dean stopped and came back a few steps, obviously more concerned about her than beer.Angel stood and moved closer. "Just aspirin? Are you okay?" He watched, near enough to catch her if he needed. "Where's Gunn with that water? Did he get lost in the basement or something?""I'm fiiiiiine!" Her back arched and she jerked violently as if grabbed or thrown by something. Her hands clawed into her hair as she cried out. losing her balance as a harsh vision racked through her. "Oh sh----...." Dean jumped back toward Cordelia, hoping to get her before she hit the floor or anything else. "Chase! damnit... Cordy, ... hey, it's okay..." Angel was faster and closer, finding himself behind her and trying to keep her flailing gently controlled. "Wesley - get Gunn up here, now! Sorry folks, this'll take just a minute. Everythings... just ffiiiine," he said, clenching his jaw against the strength in the woman while trying to find the fine line to keep her from injury."What happened? What's going on?" Xander Harris, for one, was upset more than the others who seemed to know what was going on but not telling him. Anya watched, nearly amused at the entertainment, seeing Cordy flail suddenly. She didn't laugh but watched with rapt interest wondering if something would burst out of her middle. Cordy screamed and kicked, one hand clawing into Angel's arm and the other flinging out, if she could catch any part of Dean she'd also latch onto him. Her back arched in a manner that showed her body was lithe and flexible but that her vision wasn't a simple 'little' thing. It continued for a few more moments before she went slack and limp, if Angel wasn't holding her she'd be on the floor. She gasped, opening her eyes and trying to catch her breath so she could tell them what she'd seen. Dean's arm was in reach enough to get tugged at but he pulled back. "Heeey now, I may need that. Does she do this often?" He looked at Angel and to Wes who seemed to know enough about it to stay back. "Too freakin' much like my brother. What did you see? Chase... you alright?"Angel raised an eyebrow as the boy pulled away. What was it with him? "Often enough," he nodded, a half shrug about being used to it, but worried just the same. They appeared to be getting worse. "I gotcha Cordy," he said quietly, hoping she didn't have any aftershock that might make her forget who he was and try to smack the daylights out of him."Sensory input entirely like being electrocuted, or so I've been told from a reliable source. Too often, yes, and never pleasant. She's lucky we were here this time," Wes managed to explain albeit vaguely, pushing Dean aside to check her. "Water, water and ww-what the hell just happened up here?" Gunn saw the gathering and Cordy in Angel's lap with Anya in Xander's looking like she was enjoying the show. "Should I have gotten some popcorn for y'all too? Is she alright?""Ooo.. do you have popcorn? Will she do it again? Perhaps we should have some in case?" Anya was still thoroughly transfixed with watching and how everyone reacted to it. Cordy groaned a little, curling her arm over her abdomen where it stung as if her skin had been sliced open by the claws of the beast she'd seen, which in fact it had. "I'm... fine.. told you.. I'm fine.." She gasped out, trying to move and hide her pain and injury from the others. "You.. you have to go.. sewers.. near the park.." "Sewers? OKaaaay, maybe I was a little hasty on the whole job thing, you know... that thought of maybe getting paid as a carpenter someday... could have been too big a dream. We really don't need to be in a town that has sewers... again," Xander said, wincing against the inevitable involuntary volunteering that was about to happen. He'd just spent how many hours in a small space with Anya as it was... with no sex to make up for the arguing and... "Popcorn's good. I could hold out for popcorn. You guys go, we'll just get settled in, how's that?"Fred came in juggling sacks of food and drinks she and Cordy had pitched in to get everyone as a surprise. She left and probably over bought the assortment -not knowing what the brothers might want and since she'd left before the rest of the crew was on to them -they'd wanted it to be a nice treat. "Woah.." She exclaimed over her bags as she caught view of the group. "Uh oh.. I don't think I brought enough donuts to fix that.." She meant to make Cordy feel better, her visions were so hard on her. "Donuts? You brought donuts?" Dean's eyes lit up momentarily at the thought of snacks but the commentary had him looking around the room. "Wait... where's Sam. I wonder if he knows anything about this. Sammy?!" He stepped out of Wesley's way to try and get at least a piece of donut while they were fresh. "You mind?""Gunn, give her one of those. Come on, let's get you in a chair. We've got to go. Sewers near the park. You take care of her, I've got the car," Angel said, looking outside. "On second though, Gunn, get the car." It was still somewhat too light out. He'd go underground and meet them. "Hey!" Fred slapped at Dean's hands, setting the bags and cartons on the counters to free her hands up and giving Dean a stern look. "Those are Cordy's favorite.." She explained why he couldn't have that donut, but he could take another. "Oh.." She dug in a bag and pulled out a sandwich for him. "Cordy seemed to think you'd like this.. and here o.j... she said you needed something besides beer to nurish you.""Wait.. hello.. anyone want to know what their going into the sewer for?" She chuckled and winced still trying to keep her tummy turned so they wouldn't see. Her hand was damp with blood and she knew she wasn't hiding it for long. Sam rolled on the dusty floor and got to his knees, he'd never had a vision quite like that. Talk about intense and vivid -not like his others which were more like a dream, he'd really felt that one. "Wow.." He shook his head and slowly pushed himself upright, getting to his feet, he pushed his hair out of his face and took a deep breath. His steps were stumbling as he made his way to the stairs and started down, he was sore? This was.. he didn't know what to think of it, all he knew was they had to go help. "Dean?" He called, gripping the rail, he'd heard his brother call him. "Xander don't be a sissy.. we're here now.. I like it.. they are all so.." She sighed, her eyes sparkling with interest and delight as she watched the others. "I mean even Wesley.. he's so.. did he get taller?" "Down here, Sammy!" Dean hollered, holding up the bounty of sandwich and juice. He wasn't going to argue about the beer. Food was food! "Thank you sooooo very much," he smiled for Fred and tottered off with it. "Keys, let's go. But, I'm guessing... you knew that. Whadda we got... ghosts? Demons? Crazy aunt Millie with a sawed-off shot gun, what?""Taller? Um, I wouldn't know. I'm used to seeing him cowering around the corner I'm not cowering behind," Xander admitted, though he was getting the feeling that he'd enjoy himself once he got his feet wet again, even if that meant soggy shoes full of sewer muck. She was right - they were here and for all the strangeness of it, it all seemed warm and fuzzy like normal... like home. "I need sleep," he admitted quietly, shaking his head at his thought that this was, in any sense, normal.Angel's eyes flared and he caught the edge of the chair Cordelia folded into. He looked down at her hand and reached to move it. He could sense it, smell it.. "Gunn! Towel and first aid kit. Jesus, Cordy... what happened?""Yes, I think we should know what we're up against," Wesley noted, already reaching for something to stop the bleeding while Gunn ran off for the kit in the office. "Manifestation from the visions? This isn't good.""Not good? You're not kidding. I feel like I've been hit by a truck." Sam admitted coming down the stairs, the bruise on his cheek visible as he stepped out of the shadow. "It threw me across the room.. that's definately new." He looked at Dean, worried as they started fussing more over Cordy. He stole Dean's juice as an excuse to lean closer. "Is she okay? I mean this thing ..hurt and you know.. I'm not entirely normal.." Anya felt like she was tingling. "Xander.. isn't this so exciting?" She shifted in the chair, she was less a part of this group than she had been of the scoobies.. but she had a strange feeling she might be more accepted here. Cordy tried to smile her usual bright smile for Angel. looking up at him. "Thanks Wes.." She felt him more than saw him trying to get to her wounds. "It's like.. a giant.. demonic bear.. really.. big.. sharp.. claws.. sharper than a regular bear, longer.. it's teeth too.." Cordy rested her head back against the chair and laced her hand into Angel's, squeezing against the pain in her middle. Fred's eyes widened and she grabbed the only thing she had close while Gunn went for the first aide kit -the napkins from their food. "Charles hurry!" She knelt down next to Wesley, offering him the pitiful paper napkins to start with. "Sorry.. we're not exactly stocked up yet..""Hotel without towels? What's up with that!? Okay, this'll have to do, sorry but it's kinda short order," Gunn said, leaping back out like he was cutting across the court for a dunk, landing next to Fred and Wes with a roll of TP and some sponges from the cabinet that were still wrapped. "Just don't ask and don't look, Cordelia. We'll get you good as new. Whatcha'lll standing around for? Lady said get to the park!" He was looking up from the make-do first aid gear at Sam, Dean and Xander. "Too many hands spoil the sutures, I think. Winifred, I think she's in good hands with you two. I'll go with the others. I think I know what we're looking for. Boys... I'm coming with you!" Wesley excused himself from the close quarters with Fred and Gunn."You? You mean me and...?" Xander looked at the guys he'd just met... Dean and the tall guy he figured must be Sam since the name was shouted out and no one else was here. They didn't look like typical slayers, not even close. "What do they do? They look like roadies more than slayers or hunters. You want me to go with them?" "You're going with them, Wes is coming with me," Angel said, slipping reluctantly from Cordy's grasp and letting Fred and Gunn work. He needed to get away from the blood. "Take care of her. Wes... crossbow. I'll take these," he said, getting a blade and some ancient other-worldly looking rifle. "Let's go hunt some bear. We'll meet you there.""Xander is going? but.. but.. he doesn't have Buffy to protect him.. he can't go.. he could get hurt or killed.. and then who would I have sex with? Or snuggle with.. and who would chase those horrid bunnies out of the yard?" Anya stood up in a panic, it was her unique way of saying she cared, even if sounded all kinds of wrong. "Oh speaking of hotel... I found a room I want while I was up there doing my sweep. You'll know which one by the face mark in the wall that resembles me." Sam laughed, pulling the keys out to toss them to Dean as he continued to drink the juice, eyeing Cordy again. He had alot more questions for her -later. "Yeah.. Angel.. careful with the weapons.. it's going after kids. They'll wander off from a picnic. This thing has disgusting yellow eyes.. do not look it in the eye.""Right.. it's slow moving though and can't see well, that will be your advantage.. but it relies on smell and petrifying it's prey. You should bring the axes.. and do we have a chain saw?" Cordy winced again as Fred pressed on her abdomen and it made her sit up straighter. "Anya.. Xander will be fine.. he's been doing this awhile.. and he's braver than he lets on." Dean shrugged, amused and accommodating. "Ax and chainsaw. We stocked up a bit since the last time," he said, not sure Sam knew he'd 'found' one and added it to the assorted goodies at their disposal. "We'll bring him back in one piece, I promise," he said to Anya, ready to escort Xander away as he palmed the keys and waited for Sam to be ready. "Room? Who said we're staying?""She's lying. I'm not braver, I'm really not. I like this shirt," he said, knowing that just the promise of coming back in one piece was likely to be broken now that someone said it out loud. He looked down at the shirt, the last time he figured he'd see it unstained, untorn and still covering his currently uninjured self. "Guess I'm going."Angel took note of the comments and started off for the back hallway, checking the rounds and bolts he had available.Wesley paused. "School children? It's like a circus in reverse," he said, nauseated at the thought of the innocent victims being lured by the 'center' attraction that would appear like a lumbering teddybear, until baring its fangs and claws... like what had cut Cordelia. "Let's hope it's slow enough not to get any more. Back soon...," he said, wondering if anyone really cared much if he came back sometimes. He followed Angel to the back to get to the sewer entrance in the alley."Now that's the Xander I used to hide in closets with!" Cordy teased him with a small smile, still trying to be braver than the pain wanted to let her be. "Hey Wes.. you.. umm.. better take good care of that crossbow.." Her eyes lifted to meet his if he turned. "I'm pretty fond of it, I'd like it back in one piece." She didn't mean the bow, and her message also held an underlying meaning for the person.. well vampire who'd given it to her. She turned back towards Sam and Dean and gave them a bit of a smile. "Be careful.. I'd really prefer you all come back in one piece." Fred looked up as Cordy was talking to Dean and Sam. "Be careful Wesley.. " She called, not knowing if he heard her. "I guess.. we'll save all this food for later.. " She looked at the counter and then at Cordy's middle. "Charles.. this isn't going to work.. try to find something else. Please?"Anya folded her arms and nearly glared at Sam and Dean. "You better.. if you do not.. I will be very vengeful!." She pouted and looked at Xander, dropping her head a little. "All the way from Sunnydale.. and.. well you better come back. okay." Sam sighed and stepped beside his brother, giving him a look. "I just said I liked a room.. when did we get a chainsaw?" His eyebrow arched, challanging him back a little. "Cordelia.. stop bleeding and we'll be back soon, Fred the food smells great.. don't eat it all.. I think we'll have some hungry boys when we get back." He turned to head for the door. "I got a chainsaw..," he repeated like it was no big deal, pilfering it from an open garage down the street. "I got the chainsaw, you can use the ax. You did great with it the last time," Dean added, patting his brother's arm and stepping ahead of him to get the door. "Xander... come on, man. Ain't got all day, let's go!""What's not working? Just need to get the stitches in and she'll be fine. You okay with layin' down, Cordelia? Anya... it's Anya, right? Clear off that space up there and help us get her up there flat."Xander watched Gunn and Fred try to manage with suddenly too few hands but he was going to be left behind if he didn't hurry. Decisions, decisions... "I... um... wait, hold on! Anya, I gotta go, okay?" He settled for a kiss to her bowed forehead, taking Cordelia's comments from earlier to heart enough not to make her more uncomfortable. Anya on the other hand...."Okay." Anya held his sleeve for a moment but let go as Xander walked away, she always worried about him but never felt enough a part of the old gang to truly help them -they all hated her. She turned and looked at Gunn with surprise and questioning. "You.. you want me to help?" She smiled and nodded. "Yes.. of course I will help you with Cordelia." She seemed eager and excited to be asked to help and hurried to clear the food and other items off the counter. "I 'll get her feet.. if you can get her shoulders." She offered coming back and kneeling near Cordy's feet. "Okay.. Charles.. you got her? I'll keep the pressure here, she's bleeding pretty bad. Like razor cuts or something.. This is from a vision?"Cordy sighed, it seemed they were moving her whether she wanted to or not. "Guys.. I'm going to be alright.. I .. really.. fine.. I'll just lay on the counter while you all play doctor.""We got her. Okay. Alright is when your insides stay inside. Now hush and let the lady do her work," Gunn winked. Cordy knew better, tough girl or not, they took care of each other. "Whatcha need? More of those, more light, one of those bottles of sumpin-sumpin we can't pronounce that only Wesley knows what does or what?"Xander's step was quicker and seemingly eager as he followed Dean and Sam out the door, realizing the souped-up junker was theirs. "You... you really drive that?" He chuckled. He couldn't complain, looking at the very similar beat-up four-door that was about the same age. He held up a finger and dodged to get something out of the back. "Just a sec... might need these," he said, prying open the squeaky door to grab a back pack full of stakes and a few miscellaneous and strangely familiar items. "Never leave home without it, I guess.""Yeah yeah.. My insides are still mostly inside.. I actually..it's strange.. it's starting to hurt less." Cordy explained, letting them move her, that did hurt but in general where the slashes had happened seemed less painful. Dean was speechless. What did he mean by 'that' and pointing to their best girl, the queen of the highway? He gave Xander a look and just walked off to console the ego of the black beauty Impala... maybe a little of his own ego. He'd been slapped already a few times and they hadn't even met up with the otherworld beast yet.Fred nodded and waited to check Cordy's middle until they had her resting flat. What she saw made her gasp. "Charles.. you better look at this." The bleeding had stopped and it looked like the wounds were slowly knitting themselves shut.Sam tucked his head down and tried to hide the chuckle at Xander's comment about the car and Dean's reaction to it. "It was our dad's car.. he gave it or sold it to Dean.. anyway.. I'm Sam." He put his hand out to Xander. "Xander... Alexander Harris," he replied, looking at the hand like it was a tentacle at first. Realizing it wasn't, he shouldered his pack and grasped firmly in return. "Let's go get this thing. She brought fresh donuts.""Don't ever say that again," Dean turned, muttering at the two of them. "She's sensitive. But, she's got speed which we need if we can avoid the one way streets. How do we get there?" He looked pointedly at Xander for his comments, but let them pass and then to Sam, waiting for his co-pilot to plot out the best course."Whatcha got Fred?" Gunn was digging around for more things to sop up the excess so they could see to sew up the cuts. Fred told him to look and he did, dropping another sponge on the counter and watching. "Is one o'y'all doing that? What did you give her?"Sam tapped Xander's arm lightly in a friendly way. "Come on.." He turned to Dean with a slight teasing grin. "Well that depends.. do you want to get there before Angel does?" He'd noticed a bit of competition brewing between them, each seeming to want to be the heroic one and impress.. well a certain girl neither of them seemed to be making a sure play for. "He's on foot. How fast can he be?" Dean's confidence in their wheeled wonder was as apparent as his lack of knowledge on the tall dark brooding man the headed off before them. "We'll get there first. Now, which way?""I'm not doing anything.. I have lost all my powers and have not had any time to try to do any sort of spell." Anya answered in her simple honest way as she peeked over Fred's shoulder ar Cordy. Fred shook her head and looked at Gunn, her face puzzled at both this healing and at Anya's comments. "You know I can't do anything like this.. I had toilet paper, it wasn't magic tp was it?" Cordy lifted her head, looking at them all with wide eyes. "Didn't do what? What happened? Do I have something gross? Is there worms or something crawling out of me.. it's hideous isn't it? I'm going to be horribly scarred aren't I?"****************LATER**************** The time passed quickly or maybe they really weren't gone that long, either way Cordelia was 'fixed' up when the boys returned from their outing. She was wearing one of Xander's shirt's, well buttoning one up as she came out of the bathroom seeing the boys coming back into the lobby. She gave a small smile to Xander first as he was closest. Xander looked at Anya and back and Cor "... um... do I want to know?""Xander.. her shirt was torn and all bloody. You did tell me to be nice.. did you not?" "Sure.. nice. Are you still bleeding... Cordy?" He had taken two steps in and stopped, looking around at the lack of concern they'd left earlier. He turned back to be sure he hadn't stepped through some weirdness portal. "Y-you were injured, right?""HEeeeeey you're up! Good, good... um... where's the donuts? Any left?" Dean's eyes lit up with more relief than he let on as he came in behind Xander, his own shirt marked with the spray of something that decided not to 'dust' out when they finally cornered it. He was glad to see Cordelia up and around, but the shirt made him wonder. "You go shopping while we were gone?" He asked, noting just how nice the 'boyfriend' shirt look looked on her as he went to find the grub."Xander if you don't want me to borrow the shirt, just say so. I'll take it off." She muttered, thinking he was miffed that Anya had let her use it, but she and Anya weren't the same size up top and she wouldn't fit in Anya's shirt. Her fingers started undoing the buttons she hadn't finished doing up. "I'm up.. I'm fine.. told you all I was fine.. Plenty of food left.. we haven't even dug into it yet.. sort of distracted.. you wash your hands before you touch my donuts! I do not want demon slime or ooze in my mouth." She scolded at Dean, starting for the counter to intercept him before he put his hands in the food. "Oh it was very neat.. she just.. sealed right up before we even got to operate on her. I was really hoping to watch them sew her up." Anya tried to explain, excited still and stepping closer to Xander. "I'm so glad you made me come here.. I like it so much better than Sunnydale." "I... I um..." Xander was about to stop Cordy from unbuttoning then pausing to question the healing and again to defend the decision about making a former vengeance demon do anything she didn't well please herself in doing. His mouth closed and he curled inward, defeated. "It's fine. You can wear it. I'll just go.. um wash up, okay?""What, holy water isn't good enough for your donuts?" Dean teased, backing off from the bags with his hands up at a most inappropriate height as Cordy slapped after him. He lowered his hands.. and his eyes briefly. More than just his hands needed to be cleaned up at the moment.The conversations through the back hallway sounded more one sided than usual. "... I mean, c'mon Wesley. It only gored with one of its fangs. You got it before you lost any vital organs. What's not to love about that?"There was little response from the pale man who held his arm tightly bound in a tourniquet cloth. Whatever had happened, he could walk, but he didn't appear to be feeling well enough to do much else beyond make his way back to his desk."Thank you Xander!" She called after him as he went for the bathroom and she fended Dean off the donuts. She noticed the eye drop and decided to be slightly evil, fluffing the shirt out a little before starting to rebutton it, giving a quick glimpse at just why she couldn't wear Anya's shirt instead. "I'm eating all the creme filli.." She stopped mid thought and turned as Wes and Angel came back.
"Wes?" She was after their first aide kit and moving toward his desk while giving a look to Angel to give her details. "Fred and Gunn went after some more supplies.. I think they may be searching the basement to see what's stored down there.. Wesley, let me take a look at that.""Basements.. fabulous," he said, looking washed out and distracted, possibly a little in shock. "I ... don't remember. Was it poisonous?" Wesley spoke quietly, feeling that Cordelia would tell him just how mortally wounded he was. He moved his arm forward but didn't release the pressure from the cloth yet."What? Oh... he got bit, but only one fang," Angel said, apparently amused by the bear creature they fought. He sounded invigorated... as much as an undead broody hulk could manage. He made 'fang' fingers on one hand and wiggled one. "Not really that impressive. You weren't kidding that thing moved slow. Wes just got in the way."Dean followed Cordelia to take a look, again at the fashion show, but more to take a look at the wound. "Hm. Nice. Don't think he wants to hear this but... I think he'll live," he snipped.Cordy left her buttons unfinished again, more concerned with the fact that Wesley was bleeding and more concerned than any of the others seemed to be about him. "It wasn't poisonous.. thank goodness." She reassured him. "How deep did it go in?" She turned her head to give both Dean and Angel a warning glare. "I don't really see either of you bleeding.. or clothes torn.. so did Wesley get in the way of you two playing? Why didn't one of you get him out of the way?" She took ahold of Wesley's arm and sat down on the desk, leaning to take a better look and lift the bandage to replace it with a fresh one. "Could one of you at least get me the antiseptic and gauze?"Angel grinned a little and cast a look at Dean... playing? Right. "Actually, he was trying to get the bolt back that misfired and was on the wrong side from either of us. It was great timing though. The thing got hold of his arm, Dean got one side, I got the other... wham bam... no more bear. Had to shake him loose of Wes though. Not sure which screamed louder him or... um... yeah, gauze. I'll see what we have.""Should be pretty clean... holy water and all," Dean shrugged. "Kinda deep but it wasn't ragged. He's had pressure on it the whole way back.""We're gettin' mouse traps, that's all I'm sayin'," Gunn said, seeming to be in a hurry to get back to the others. He was carrying a box of miscellaneous supplies, but the choices were still dismal. "Looks like somebody cleaned up pretty good in the stock room, not a lot left behind, except mice. Waaaay too many mice.""Or we could let Dean shoot them, like target practice." She glanced up to Gunn with the box and nodded in thanks for what little he had found and then winked at Dean. "So you cleaned his wound with holy water? Okay.. Just find me some gauze and we'll have him all patched up. Anyone else have any injuries I need to take a look at?" Sam came in with a small bag that held a change of clothes for him and Dean if he chose to get out of his grubby stuff. He heard Cordy's comments about the rats and chuckled, shaking his head, girl was probably the only one he knew who could keep up with Dean's wise cracks and toss the comments out like that. He wasn't sure if his brother appreciated it, the way he should. "I'm going to get cleaned up.. Cordelia.. you look alot better.." His head cocked to the side as he regarded her, she seemed just fine now. "Sure, if you want," Dean shrugged, frowning at the poor waste of ammo but if that's what it took... "Good way to kill the time since it looks like we're staying a while." He hadn't really discussed it with Sam since he'd mentioned the room earlier, but he was considering landing in one place for a little while wasn't necessarily bad. Maybe make it a sort of HQ of their own.Xander returned, looking around at the odd exchange of glances and trying to duck all of them if possible. "Did you say mice? And staying? So ... we're all staying, here?""Yeah, pretty much," Gunn mumbled, digging through the box and reading labels on a few bottles that made him wince either being too hard to read or unable to read. "One big happy... is this stuff still good?" He held out one of the bottles for Cordelia or Angel to look at. Some was rubbing alcohol, some ammonia, a bottle or two of cleansers and a few that it was hard to say what they'd been in a former life before the dank and forgotten basement.Wesley couldn't take the empty stare off the wound as Cordy waited to redress it. It stung from the Holy Water and despite the depth it didn't seem to hurt nearly as it should. It was cold, perhaps from the blessing effect against the demon's ... fluids... Wesley's face turned more green as he thought through the incident. "I'm not well.""I was kidding Dean.. but you can help kill them if you want.. really.. I wouldn't mind at all, you take my place in the mice.. eegh, anyway.." She flashed a smile after shuddering the heebies about mice away. She turned back to Wesley and saw how his color looked, if he threw up.. "Okay.. just .. someone help me get him in one of the rooms. He needs to lie down or something while we find some better bandages." She slid off the desk and leaned down to put her arm around him. Anya flitted around the other side of the counter, watching as eagerly as before and even looking as if she wanted to be of help. She grabbed one of the bottles of water Fred had brought back, thinking Wesley should have some once they got him in a room. Sam looked at Dean and grinned a bit at what he said about staying, maybe he wasn't completely sour on that idea. They'd have to talk about it some but he was hoping.. there was something about these people and this place. It was somewhat like the road house but to him so much warmer, better, alive and.. he could learn so much from them. Besides it looked to have quite the supply of supernatural occurance to keep them busy.
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Post by Lovely on Aug 31, 2010 18:11:05 GMT -5
June 4, 2009
mid morning
Angel Investigations
Cordy came in the office, bursting - or quite nearly - this morning. They both noticed but either fear or manners kept them quiet until she was just out of hearing.
Angel was staring after her, nearly pouting it seemed. Wesley sighed, almost groaning as he glanced at the door and back to the pale man. "Brooding about it won't help. She didn't notice you looking broody before, so stop staring. You're making me nervous," Wes added, trying to ignore the thick and heavy air full of 'brood'.
"Not brooding Wes, it's longing. Did you see that rack? That's one to write home about," he considered. Angel looked around the empty office, not seeing Cordy in sight, his hands motioning out the noticeable curves.
"Alright. Moody, then," Wes corrected himself, shifting in his chair to pull his other knee up to rest his book on, and adjust comfortably. He'd noticed but wasn't so rude to point things like that out, at least not when he was sober. Cordy came around the corner suddenly and he nearly dropped his book just then. He agreed, completely, with Angel's comment and found himself looking at her funny, purposely not looking below her chin. "Cordelia...Nice morning isn't it? Though I heard it might rack later... RAIN... I meant... rain."
Cordelia had only been out of the room for only a short time but was left wondering what had happened while she was gone, the way Wesley was looking at her, had her slightly worried. It was his comment that gave her a clue as to what the fuss was about. "Uh huh.. yeah.. nice morning. You alright Wes?.. you're turning funny colors." She teased him with a smile as she shifted over to take her seat again, picking up the book she'd been looking through before leaving the room. "It's not my fault they've grown since highschool.." She murmured softly, but made sure it was loud enough to be heard.
"It was Angel who said it," he clarified, clearing his throat and hiding behind his book again. He thought perhaps she'd been dressing to show herself off but then their pay lately hadn't left much for food let alone new clothes. She did have the gods on her side, however... very much, he thought to himself, re-reading the same page a fourth time. "Highschool wasn't the issue then, just timing... bloody timing," he grumbled about then and now out loud.
She turned a sharp glare at Angel and then shifted her expression to an arched brow and back in Wesley's direction. "Awww Wesley... it wasn't timing.." She reminded him half cold and half playful in her tone. "It was your kissing skills." She felt slightly smug at getting that comment in but then sighed softly, feeling just as bad for taunting him. They had been good friends through all this time and it wasn't nice of her to rub in a couple of bad kisses and besides, there was one fantastic kiss that happened when he first arrived in L.A. If only he'd kissed her like that back in Sunnydale.. "I thought you were over me anyway.. I think too much of myself.." It wasn't as if she hadn't heard the comments they all made about her now and then, some were even made to her face. Wes couldn't still like her.. could he? That was almost as unbelievable as Angel checking her out.
He couldn't defend himself, not with Angel looking her over like that. He looked up from his book and then grumbled more, burrowing deeper into it, maybe hoping it held a portal that would swallow him up.
Angel made no apologies for the comment or the glances now as she occupied her attention with teasing Wesley, even if he was an easy target. He smiled for himself and sank down with more of his own book, flipping a page that seemed to hold his attention away from their conversation for the moment.
Wesley was so cute when he grumbled, it was hard to resist getting him going just a little more. She smiled and leaned up out of her chair to pull the top of his book down a little and peek over it at him. "Now, now.. no secrets Wesley.." She paused for effect and then finished the comment. "What have you discovered?"
He glanced up, folding the book closed. "No secrets, Miss... Chase. It was duty that made the difference. Timing, like I said. What I've discovered is that you're quite good at interrupting a very good novel. Novel... see?" He showed the cover again that appeared to be a well-worn and simple paperback for a change. "What others do for pleasure is their business..." He glanced pointedly at Angel.
"Miss Chase? When did we go back to miss Chase?.. Oh geez Wesley, you really are strung up tight!" She sighed and gave Wes an exsaperated look as she slid off the desk. "Angel help me out here.. I think Wes is getting more broody than you are."
"I'm not broody. You're lucky he realizes you're even a woman, Cordy. He gets pleasure from... books." Angel grinned lightly and turned his chair around to face her. "Doesn't even have pictures."
"Ohhh does your book have pictures?" She moved off Wesley's desk and came over to his. "Come on Angel at least I have a teeny tiny chance to get some with him.." She stuck her tongue out and held out her book to him. "Trade with me, mine doesn't have pictures either and I don't know how to spell this thing's name."
Wesley scowled and leaned back in his chair. "Fine. It's not as hard as that, i before e except after q and silent b. Uyopomomib, the blasphemer. You don't want to see a picture, believe me. It has seven... look, never mind what it has, it's here or on its way and it seems to like ice cream. At least dry ice which seems to give it energy. It's ridiculous and disgusting. And I'm not going."
"Oh.. and I'm supposed to go? I have a feeling this is going to be something that gets me all wet and slimey.. I'm going to be covered in goo.. aren't I? Why do I always get the slime?" She huffed and opened her book again, giving both of them scowls. ""Why aren't you going?"
"He doesn't want to go," Angel shrugged. "How bad can it be? Seven... whatever it has still gives you three in ten you'll come out without slime. I'll go. Where's Gunn. Anyone seen Gunn?"
"No. I don't know where Gunn is.. he hasn't been back. I didn't say I wouldn't go.. I just hate demon slime.. it always ends up in my bra!" She made a pouty face and blinked at Angel. "Can we bring some slime back for Wesley?"
"Maybe a big red cherry on top, too?" He winked and tossed his pictureless book on the desk by Wes. "Guess we're going without them both. We'll do something about your bra when we get back."
"As long as it's not my cherry." She set her book down. "Wesley.. it has seven whats and how much slime are we talking? Should I put my rubber boots on just in case?" She swung her legs on the desk and sighed. "What kind of weapons are we bringing? and you know if I'm going to get slimed at work this often, we're going to have to talk about putting in a bra budget."
"Not much slime, so don't worry. It's got ... well here," he said, not able to really say. He pulled out a sheet of paper and started to sketch enough to give her the idea. "Those. With teeth on each. It eats dry ice, carbon, it's frozen, Cordelia. Axes should work I think," he said, looking to them both for a confirmation of their opinion.
"Axes... nice. I like axes. They're big and shiny. Sure you don't to join in the fun, Wesley?"
Cordy laughed at the axes comment while trying not to cringe at the picture Wesley was drawing. "Ohhh I better not get slime.. it better be frozen and.. none of those better touch me.. anywhere." She pointed and looked at Angel. "Promise me you won't let any of those touch me. I swear, I'll shine up your weapon when we come home. I'll bring you blood for a week. I'll.. okay what do you want? I'm a little desperate here.." She reached back to start unzipping her skirt so she could change into the pants she had stashed in the office.
"Blood for a week? Okay... bunny slippers. You know how Anyanka gets around bunnies. Oh... more of that," he admitted, watching the reach to her skirt, though he tried not to watch too closely since the subject of axes and whacking had come up already. "Shine away, Cordy, let's just get going."
"Angel!" She turned with a mock look of shock and her mouth open in an 'O' of surprise, wiggling the skirt down just a little but not really showing anything until she turned again to go into the office. "Fine.. bunny slippers, strip shows, polishing your weapon.. anything else?" She called out with the door partially open as she changed her skirt and into boots.
"Bra and ooze," he added, ticking a check-mark in the air with a smile and watching a bit around the open door as she changed though he couldn't see much. He sighed and turned back toward Wesley. "Plenty more where that came from, Wes. I'm in a giving mood, willing to share."
"You're always in a mood," Wes shot back over his book.
"Oh.. you are a bucket of laughs mister! You better have saved up your dollar bills buddy because I have moves that you haven't seen, ones I've been saving up for when it's my turn to be the bad bad naughty one!" She laughed and came out, bending over to tuck her pant leg over her boot. "If we get this thing early enough.. can we go to a nice, clean.. dinner somewhere?"
"Ehht, nah, I'm out. But dessert...?" They both watched over the desk as Cordelia posed, shoulders down and her hands playing over the leather on her boots, but Angel had the pleasure of being on the right side of the desk for the close-up.
Wesley's commentary stopped with the book in his hand being tossed back down on the desk. He stood up suddenly as if bitten by a mouse. "I'll go. See? I'm going. We'll go."
"See the promise of a good dinner.. you should always let me do the persuasion.. " She looked up at Angel and puckered him a kiss silently as she winked and straightened up, turing to brush a kiss on Wesley's cheek. "See, I knew you didn't have the heart to let me get slimed. He loves us Angel, he just has strange ways of showing it."
"I just want to be sure you don't go to the most expensive steakhouse on the company. We can't afford it," he reminded her quietly.
"Yeah, funny," Angel agreed, handing Wes one of the axes from the lock-up. "I've got this one, which do you want, Cordy?"
"Ooo I get to choose? Usually you just hand me the one you don't want." She clapped and bounced a little as she came up beside him and selected her axe. "I like this one.. doesn't it just scream Cordy to you?" She stepped back away from them and swung it gently a few times and ways to get a feel for how it handled. "Ohh yeah come to momma.. this is alll me."
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Post by Lovely on Aug 31, 2010 18:43:55 GMT -5
September 28, 2009
2:45am
Hotel
Prue had never trusted the whole 'good vampire' story and so she'd never come to the hotel before tonight, but many things had changed in the past few hours. The door closed as the good vampire walked away and Prue took a few steps away from the door, she was tired and everything seemed to ache. She was still partly in shock from watching her home collapse and then there was the surge of power that had shot out from the rubble, hitting her and her sisters. Honestly she thought she was going to die in that instant, it was painful but when it was over she watched as the manor was sucked into the ground, and that was even more painful. Everything was gone except the book in her hands and thank the powers that be, her sisters made it out. Prue knew she had others to thank for helping her and her sisters survive this awful night. One of those she had to thank was the vampire she'd doubted though right now she doubted her previous conclusions about him. There was no doubt about the fact that he'd saved her life tonight.. but did that mean she should just trust him? Prue let out a long sigh and set the Book of Shadows on the dresser, her fingers running lightly over it's cover as she tried to make some sense out of all that had happened. What about the woman.. demon.. whatever she was that had arrived moments after the house disappeared. She'd been summoned and the green demon seemed to have her well in hand but again Prue worried about trusting any demon, even one who called you sunshine and ran a kareoke bar. The knock at her door startled her from her wandering thoughts and she jumped, her hand over her chest. A glance in the mirror in front of her had her wincing slightly at the cut over her eye, she hadn't noticed she was bleeding before that. Prue shuffled to the door, hoping it was someone with asprin, she pulled the door open with a wearily sounding. "Yeah?"
"Room service," Angel said with a hint of a grin that faded as soon as he saw the bleeding cut. He looked down away from the sight of the blood and reached the stack of clean linens forward with the bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton balls piled on top. "Thought you might like a fresh set."
Prue's eyes were lifting as Angel's were lowering so thankfully she missed how his gaze moved away from her face at the sight of the blood. "Great.. thanks.." There was a bit of sarcasm to her tone and her words were clipped. She'd noticed as the others went off in pairs and small groups to tend one another and she'd gotten stuck with the coldest of the bunch and the one she knew the least.. it looked as if he also cared the least with how he shoved the stack of linens at her. Her hands were still dirty and she wiped them on her ripped pajamas before accepting the nice white stack from him. "Thank you." This time her tone was sincere and grateful that he'd even thought to bring her clean sheets and towels.
He pulled them away again, seeing that her hands weren't really clean. "I.. uh... we don't have a maid... on duty," he said, meaning they actually had no maid at all. "Let me take care of this for you. You're ... you're bleeding," he added off-hand as if it nearly made him ache to say it out loud.
"Hey!" She gasped softly with surprise as the linens were snatched away before she could get ahold of them and was a little shocked as he offered to take care of them for her. "Um.. I.." He mentioned the bleeding and she gently gave a small nod. "Yeah.. I noticed.. it goes with the getting hit in the face with falling house."
"I'm sorry," he added, a sullen expression meeting her now to emphasize his reaction to the tragedy of her losing her home and all their family treasures. He understood more than he could easily explain and shook his head a little. "Can I come in and take care of these for you? I can bring more cotton.. I think. We're a little low on supplies. We have more towels."
His expression tugged at her first knee jerk reaction to tell him no way in hell was he coming in but she took a deep breath and offered him a small smile. "Thank you, that's very nice of you." She stepped back to let him come in with his offerings, gesturing him into the room with a sweep of her hand. "I appreciate you letting us stay here.. not that Phoebe hasn't been spending alot of time here already.. but.. well we don't really know each other..."
Confusion registered as he stepped into the room. "You don't really know your sister?" No, of course that's not what she meant! "Oh. Well hopefully you enjoy the stay," he said, not sure if she wanted to get to know them or not. They'd had a hand in the destruction of her home and some part of him felt it was avoidable... always the damned timing!
"I meant.. you.. and your friends.. I don't really know any of you.. I've met Dean.. and that's all I should say about him.." She closed the door and stared at it for a moment wondering if she should have kept it open. "It's.. a nice.. hotel.." She wasn't sure if calling it a home was right but calling it a hotel sounded like she was insulting it in a way. Prue turned to follow Angel into the room, she hovered a little which was in her nature but she was also more curious about him now that she'd met him.
"He hates me," he said proudly of his 'friend' Dean, the thought making him smile a little as he set the linens down and started to undo the bed she'd barely touched yet. "I make him change his own sheets," he said, taking a moment to speed through the process and have the crisp edges turned down in a breath. "We strive to make the place comfortable. I'd put a mint on the pillow, but.. we're out of mints."
Prue laughed just a little at his comment about Dean, she had her opinions on the man and his involvement with her little sister. "It looks comfortable.." She gestured around the room with one hand and stared at the bed that he'd already finished with. "Wow.. you'd come in handy when I'm late for work." She chuckled softly and shrugged, reaching to run a finger over the edge of the sheet. "This is great.. really.. no mint needed. You all aren't running this place as a hotel.. I mean.. you're just living here and working from here? Investigations.. or something.. I think Phoebe said.. I sort of half listened since I figured.. maybe more hoped Dean wouldn't stick around long and.. he was just a punk.. con man.."
"He is," Angel shrugged and found a spot of wall to lean against. "But he's also an asset to the team, killing demons, doing research... Living and working here. Maybe someday, we'll be renting the rooms out, but right now? It's ... just a little weird."
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Post by Lovely on Aug 31, 2010 22:32:27 GMT -5
Now that he'd given her permission she had a moment of shyness and hesitated to ask, it only lasted a moment and the sting of the alcohol on the cut perked her up. "Okay.. well, you don't 'eat' your friends here and Phoebe claims you don't.. drink human blood.. or kill.. humans.. so.. what do you.. eat?"
"It's rude to eat your friends," he joked, giving a slight grin. "Pigs, usually... just the blood. It's the most like human blood without being your BFF."
"Tastes like chicken, huh?" She murmured trying to decide whether to laugh or be grossed out, she ended up chuckling softly and realized she wasn't disgusted by that. "Where do you get.. the pigs blood?" She bit her lower lip at the image in her head of him tackling pigs in the middle of the night and chomping on them.
"Connections. Butcher shops, mostly. How's that feel?" He pulled the cotton away, appearing disinterested in it regardless of the reddish tint within it. "Looks good," he grinned, looking more at her eyes than the cut over them.
Their conversation had distracted her so much she had forgotten about the cut and didn't know what he was asking about at first. Her gaze met his and held it for the first time without feeling the need to glance away quickly. "It's better.. thank you again.. I guess I owe you one.. or four.." Her smile lit up her face and eyes as it made a full appearance, shining out at him for a moment.
"Not exactly. I mean, well... different, anyway. The saving the life part? I like chocolate ice cream," he shrugged a bit, again, suggesting an alternative favor in his case. "How about 'you're welcome'. There's hot water if you wanted to clean up more. Towels we have. I think Cordy ordered about twelve for every room in this place."
Her eyebrow arched up at his mention of chocolate ice cream, it was a bit of information to add to the 'Angel file' she'd started in her head. "Well considering what you all do.. you need extra towels." She replied to his comment on Cordy, she didn't know the girl any better than she knew him. "Am I that bad? Actually.. um.. you don't happen to have some.. pajamas or something I could borrow? I lost everything with the house.. all I have is what I'm wearing and it's.. seen better nights." This sucked so bad! She didn't have a pair of clean underwear, she was in her pajamas which were ripped and dirty.. Angel had just put those nice clean sheets on the bed.
"I'll talk to Fred and Cordy. I... don't think you want to borrow anything of Faith's," he said, recommending gently against that idea. "I'd be back before you know it," he added, wondering if she minded him still being in her room.
Prue nodded slowly to his suggestions on the clothes, her teeth played gently with her lower lip and she sighed again. "Ah.. if you can.. I'll need something to wear for tomorrow.. or later when I get up. I'll have to get us clothes... a place to live and... oh everything. So much for me getting any sleep tonight.. " She ran her hand over the uninjured side of her face as if her head hurt just thinking about it.
"I can bring up some warm milk if it would help?" He didn't know what to do when she started spiraling with worry. "One thing at a time. I'll get something from the girls for tonight. Aspirin?"
"Worrying is what I do.. it comes with being the oldest. If I don't take care of everything.. who will?" She explained as he seemed to try to get her to not think about all the things she had to think about. "I'll pass on the warm milk." She made a 'worse' face over that than she did at him talking about his feeding habits. "The asprin I'll definitely take.. maybe just some water with it?" She didn't know what they had here and she already felt like she was imposing greatly on this group, especially since she hadn't bothered to try to get to know any of them.
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