"Mama Mama! Come quick!" A young brunette girl shouted as she ran inside a house.
"What is it child?" A woman came rushing out from the front area of the house.
"A Maiden mother. She's badly hurt; she hasn't awoken. She's out in the yard, come quick." The young child grabs a hold of her mother's hand leading her to the outside. They run quite a ways from the house until they finally come across what appears to be Cordelia in an old fashioned Maiden's gown, knocked unconscious.
"Kathy, go and fetch Joseph. Go." Kathy ran as fast as her little legs could carry her towards the back farm house shouting for help.
"Joseph! Joseph!" She shouted rushing inside the barn.
"What's with all the shouting Miss Kathy?" A young male came walking out from the haystack above the stables holding a pitch fork in his right hand.
"Mama is in need of your assistance. There's a young maiden out in the yard. She seems badly hurt. Hurry!" Kathy demanded rushing out of the stables, while Joseph quickly climbed down after dropping the pitch fork to the side. He quickly rushed after Kathy towards the field where he found the Mrs. checking to see the young female was alright.
"Mama." Kathy pointed her mother's attention over to Joseph.
"Joseph, help me carry her inside. Quickly now." She stated, as Joseph gave her a sudden nod and slowly but gently picked Cordelia up from the ground. He then followed both the Mrs. and Kathy inside the house. "Bring her in here." The Mrs. stated after opening the door to the downstairs bedroom.
Kathy was about to follow when she suddenly came to a stop after hearing a faint whisper coming from upstairs as her mother continued into the downstairs bedroom to place Cordelia into the bed. She hears the faint whisper once again and looks up in to blackness above her.
"Liam? Is that you?" She asked squinting her eyes to try and focus them in on the new surroundings.
"Yes Kathy. Keep your voice down; my mind can only take so much at the moment." He whispers sitting down on the top step as he waves for her to come closer.
"Liam. I found someone lying in the yard unconscious. A young maiden." Kathy began quietly so not to hurt her brothers ears. He looks up to her calmly with a smile on his face.
"A Maiden? Is she fare?" He asked seeming slightly interested but more joking over how excited his sister was.
"Gorgeous. She doesn't seem to be from around here." Liam peeks over the stairwell only to see Joseph walk out from the room and back out into the yard.
"Kathy?" Her mother called out after opening the door slightly.
"Yes mother?" Kathy responded while leaning over the stairwell.
"Would you come down here for a moment?" She asks closing the door after.
"You be sure to keep your ears opened lass. I'd like to hear more about this fare maiden." Liam smiled towards his sister as she galloped down the stairs and into the room below.
It's now late and it seems Kathy and her mother left awhile ago, leaving an unconscious Cordy to her rest. She stirs in her bed thinking about what's been occurring with her these past two days or day -- maybe it's all just a dream. She can't seem to come to terms with what it may be or why. Everything seemed to be going in circles, ending with the same scenario... someone close to her dies. Her dreams suddenly flash from Angel's office room, to the bluffs, to Doyle's death once again. Emotions flood her very soul when she comes to the conclusion she'll never be able to lay her eyes on either of her friends, family or Angel ever again. Basically deep down she's coming to the terms of having to give up, but her dream admittedly flashes to Wesley lying dead in Fred's arms or she thought it to be Fred until the creature transformed into a blue demon. It soon flashed later to Spike, Angel, a wounded Gunn and that blue demon in an alley together, watching as the fight is coming to the beginning or end. They all stand tall and stare at the horde of demons approaching them in the alley and Angel takes a step forward.
"Let's go to work." He swings his sword and Cordelia wakes with a start.
"Angel." She whispers to herself before gazing around the new place she seems to be in. "Now where am I?"
Opening the door slightly, she couldn't help but realize the new situation she seemed to be in. She slowly stepped out of the room into a small drawing room with a stairwell to her left. Cordelia began to examine the house -- she could see that no one was home and that they were probably out on a date or something from how late it was. But then again-- she began to notice more, like for one her hair was still long and the nightgown she appeared to be wearing... well it's not her; in Wesley's terms, cup of tea. Cordelia finally decides to check outside, finding some hint as to where she could possibly be now. She opens the door and steps outside to a beautiful dark midnight blue sky. She was mesmerized by how many stars she was seeing. She's never seen so many stars before, she thought.
"So, I'd ask myself..." A familiar voice began, coming from behind Cordelia in the shadows. She could swear the voice was someone she knew but the accent was completely different. "What's a lady of your station doing alone here in Ireland?"
Cordelia quickly turned around to find herself face to face with who she could've swore was Angel, but the words he chose were spinning through her mind when she finally asked,
"Ireland?" She paused to reflect, glancing at the man standing before her. It wasn't everyday she saw Angel with long messy hair, and an Irish accent, but she couldn't focus on that now. "Did you say Ireland?"
She couldn't believe that she would be sent back to -- wait; was this before or after? It had to be before... no doubt Angelus would've already drained her blood. Plus that seducing look in his eyes clearly gives away what he has on his mind and it has nothing to do with death. Come to think of it, she hasn't seen that look since the time he pinned her against the book shelf back when he was all Darla craving or the time when they were both possessed by ghosts at the ballet. Well technically that was Angel, but then again, this was Angel -- wasn't it?
"I, this here is Ireland." He replied soothingly while still eyeing her every curve.
"Galway, Ireland? 1753?" She asked trying to keep the facts straight. He only responded with a nod and a step forward. "Woe there bud!" Cordelia's choice of words seemed to have caught Liam slightly off guard but he seemed to only find her more intriguing.
She admittedly poked her finger into his chest before taking a few steps back, expanding the distance between the two and continuing on with her outburst.
"Just stay back and let me have room to think." Facing away from him with her hands to her forehead, she tried to remember everything that happened during her trips, trying to figure out why she's where she is now.
"A nice stroll may help steady your thoughts." Cordelia turned back around to face him with a sarcastic smirk on her face before replying,
"Don't think so brood boy. I'm way out of your league; trust me." Liam took another step forward with his seductive eyes still in contact with hers.
"I like a good challenge." He responded with another step forward. Clearly he had something up his sleeve but Cordelia couldn't help but smile over that last response. Even back in his day he knew just what to say. Cordelia thought while still trying her best to keep her distance.
"You're cute. But not that cute." She finally responded moving past him while talking to herself. "One second I'm in a room with Angel, next I'm in a white abyss with this female, then I'm at the bluffs, then Doyle, now you." She turns back to face Liam. "Why you?"
"Wha-"
"Why are you here? Why am I?" Cordelia asked aloud pointing her finger towards Liam as if trying to make sense of it all, which she clearly was. "Wait. Let's start over. Who are you?" She knew who he was, she knew what time, and she knew what would happen to him soon, but she couldn't help but wonder why? Why was she send back to this time? Why here? Now? She waited patiently for a response from the young Irish.
"I am Liam-"
"Liam." Cordelia quickly cut him off before he could finish off his name. She began to talk to herself again pacing back and forth with her mind clearly somewhere else. "So it is before. Why not send me back to Sunnydale? Why here?"
Liam watched in confusion as the young maiden paced back and forth in front of him. Questions filled his mind over where she could've come from to make her act in this fashion, but mostly thoughts of what he could show her came flowing in. A smirk began to form as his thoughts went elsewhere.
"What was it she said? Something about, Learning? No wait, a gift. A wish? Ugh come on Cordelia think!"
"Cordelia?" Liam repeated the name. "Is that your name?"
"Yes." She answered calmly.
"Lovely." He replied.
Cordelia kept eyeing Liam not sure what to make of him. She remembered the stories Angel told her. His past deeds, crimes, love, loss. Even his seductive ways, which Cordelia always tried hard not to laugh over. It was hard to think of a hot, sexy, Irish accent Angel with long hair, and wrinkled up cloths; but now that she's here witnessing it. She can't help but find him quite -- fascinating.
"Let me ask you something." Liam listened carefully to what she was about to ask. "You can so tell I'm not from around here. And since I feel extremely comfortable around you," She looks around her surrounding for a moment before continuing on. "I was thinking maybe you can show me around a bit. Help me figure out why I'm here."
"What is it I get out of return?" Liam took another step closer again with his seductive eyes still clinging to hers.
"Respect. Best I can offer at the moment." She replied remembering how much Angel wished he was given just the slightest hint of respect from his father, showing one slight hint of how much he was proud of him for just being his boy -- he wondered if he would have changed for the better.
"I wouldn't say that." He traced her body once more.
"Quit with the seductive who-ha. I'm here for one reason only, to find out why I'm here; and if that means I have to put up with you everyday till I figure it out -- then so be it, but you better keep your hands off and your seductive mind somewhere else; because believe me Liam, I'm not someone you want to be messing with." Liam bit his tongue over that blunt comment she made, she was quite intriguing. "Now are you going to help me or not?"
Before Liam could answer a carriage was heard coming close to the gate and Cordelia realized she was still in her night-gown. She gave one last glance to Liam and with still no response she rushed back inside before the family could see her awake; she planned on dealing with them tomorrow. Bolting her door back inside her now known bed room, she began to think once again to what the woman said to her before she was sent through these different times; still trying to figure out as to why she was now in the year 1753.
It was now Morning and Cordelia awoke to the glaze of the sun coming through the window. Wasn't the best sleep she's had, considering she was sleeping on a rock, in the year 1753. She opened her copper brown eyes noticing the small shadow in the room which quickly startled her when she asked,
"Who's there?"
I'm sorry for the late entry. Been busy with College and stuff, but I've been writing still. :) Plus I'm also getting this story betaed on another site which has been helpful on my writing-- so hopefully I'll be editing the first three chapters so they sound more efficent. :) But till then enjoy this chapter. :) Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.