Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You are all awesome! I'm pretty sure I'm going to go with C/D, but it could still go either way! Also, thanks for all the kind words!

Sorry this part took so long, but I've been working soo much this summer! I have no free time! I hope you all like this next part! :o) For all the other stuff, see part one.

Two

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"Hey Cordy, are you coming out with us tonight?" Buffy Summers, petite and blonde looked questioningly at Cordelia awaiting her answer. Of course, Buffy hoped that Cordelia would say no, but it never hurt to ask.

Cordelia looked at Buffy's questioning face, and then looked at her surroundings. She was standing in the hallway by the gym inside Sunnydale High, the hellhole where Cordelia had attended school for the past two and a half years. From far down the hall, Cordelia spotted Willow, Harmony, and Xander, her ex-best friends and ex-boyfriend respectively, coming towards her and Buffy.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Xander asked, standing close beside Buffy. He hoped that she would get the hint that he had dumped Cordelia for her.

Willow smiled tentatively at Cordelia. "Hey," she said softly. "Did Buffy ask you to come with us tonight? 'Cause we would all really love it if you would, you know."

Cordelia took a look at the faces around her. Buffy's face was a mix between disgusted and amused, Xander looked uncomfortable and dorky, Harmony looked bored and Willow was looking hopefully at Cordelia.

"I don't think so. I have better things to do. You know," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes, "I have to re-arrange my closet and then I have to figure out how I can get losers like you from following me around all the time." With that, Cordelia turned around and flounced away down the hall.

Inside she was fuming. Sure, the Slayer had been a novelty when she had first come to town, but what was so special about her. Really, what was so great about a ditzy blonde who got bloody and beat up fighting gross and ugly demons? Nothing.

Cordelia went around a corner, pushed the door open, and stepped out into the hot California sunshine. There had to be something though, Cordelia thought, her forehead wrinkling in concentration and disgust. Sure, Buffy was pretty enough, which explained why Xander, dork that he was would dump her after two years of dating. And sure, she was interesting what with the demons and vampires, so Cordelia guessed she could see why Willow the Wicca would be on the Buffy train.

Buffy had absolutely no fashion sense though. She also had a non-existent social life. So why had Harmony flocked to Buffy as soon as her ugly-combat- booted feet had hit Sunnydale soil? She and Harmony had been best friends since grade school, and as soon as someone more interesting showed up, Harmony dumped her.

Cordelia sniffed, but held her head high. At least her parents had money.

Oh, wait.

They didn't anymore. That's why they were living in what had to be the most disgusting house in all of America.

Cordelia stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk. Why was she in Sunnydale if they were living in the shack in LA? Cordelia looked around. She was standing in her old neighbourhood, surrounded by mansions with perfectly sculpted gardens and lawns, in ground swimming pools and hot tubs. Across the street was Harmony's fifteen-room home. She could see Harmony's bedroom window, and wondered if her room had changed in the two months they hadn't been speaking.

But as Cordelia was staring at Harmony's house, it began fading away. Startled, Cordelia turned in a circle, but everything around her was fading as if it had had water poured on it.

"What the hell?"

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"It's okay princess. You're all right."

Cordelia woke with a pounding headache. She opened her eyes, squinted, and pressed a hand to her pounding head. She was positive that the darkened room around her was spinning, and was also positive that if it didn't stop she was going to hurl.

Cordelia squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, all she could see was blue. Concerned blue eyes were peering curiously into her face.

"Eeep!" She squeaked, scooting backwards away from the person. "Who are you?"

He held his hands up in front of him, initiating peace. "It's alright. You're safe here. Don't worry."

His voice had an Irish lilt that calmed Cordelia for an unknown reason. The person attached to the voice wasn't bad either. Messy dark hair framed a pale face, which usually indicated...

"Hey! You're a vampire," Cordelia accused. She wriggled back from him even more.

"No I'm not!" He said defensively, then he paused a moment. "You know about the vampires?"

"Uh, duh. I was going to stake the sucker but you beat me to it," Cordelia informed him. "Hey, you know about vampires too."

"Uh, duh," He mimicked. "Vampires are sort of our job you see."

"Our job?" Cordelia questioned. "Who else is here? More vampires?"

The teenager jumped up. "I told you I'm not a vampire. Why would I stake another one? And why would you still be talking to me?"

Cordelia slowly rose, surveying him the whole time. "Alright, I guess that's true. But who are you then?"

He stuck out his hand grinning boyishly at Cordelia. "Francis Doyle, but they call me Doyle."

"Why?"

"Why, what?" Doyle asked, puzzled.

"Why do they call you Doyle?" Cordelia stressed, rolling her eyes.

He thought for a moment. "I'm not really sure. It just happened. What can I call you, princess?"

"Cordelia Chase, pleased to meet you, I guess." She held out her hand and Doyle shook it, maybe grasping it a bit too long.

Before Cordelia could comment on it though, a door opened at the end of the room and two teenagers around her own age walked into the room holding hands. They were obviously dating, and for a moment, Cordelia was reminded of stupid Xander Harris.

"Hey, she's awake. HI, I'm Fred. Well Winifred Burkle but you can call me Fred. This is Gunn. You're not a vampire, right? 'Cause that'd be bad..."

Cordelia smiled warily. "I'm Cordelia, not a vampire as long as you're not one either."

"Doyle, man, the vamps in the King Street nest heard about old Porkchop. They're planning an attack," Gunn informed him, practically ignoring Cordelia. Apparently, the attack and Porkchop were more important.

Doyle looked serious now. "When?"

"Tomorrow. We've got to act fast man, if we don't want to get killed."

"Okay let's go." Doyle strode to the door. "Coming, Cordelia?"

Cordelia looked shocked. "What's going on? Who is Porkchop? How did I get here? I'm not going anywhere until I get some freaking answers people."

Doyle walked back over to her. Porkchop is these vamps leader, and he was the one I staked tonight. You got here because I brought you here when another one of his vamps knocked you out from behind. He would have sucked you dry if I hadn't. Now, are you coming or not?" Doyle's blue eyes were intent on her own brown ones and Cordelia answered without even thinking.

"Coming."

Tbc...

AN: If you didn't get it, the Sunnydale part was Cordelia remembering before she moved, while she was passed out. Please review!!! :o)