"Thank you." The door shut but Cordelia's hand remained on the knob.

Even now, years back, she still can see Angel in him; not much has changed. Sure he's living in the 1700's, has long hair, has an Irish accent, and defiantly screws around allot more than he does in LA; but not much has completely changed. He still has the same tone in his voice, the same smile – even now she could hear Liam's low irritated growl through the door. That same growl he gave each time Cordelia won an argument with him, the same growl that helped her to realize how much he cared for her to ever stay angry to long; it was Angel's growl.

Cordelia pulled her hand from the knob and focused back to the present after feeling some tears forming in her eyes, she made a promise she wouldn't shed a tear until she's fought this, figured out why she's here, who she was sent by. Those thoughts soon brought her back to that vision she had the morning before, giving her a glimpse of what was becoming of her family back in LA. Back in the future where she is assumed to be dead.

A vision… a vision… was it a vision? She passed the visions onto Angel just before she faded out of his office and begun this whole mouse hunt, trying to figure out why she's here. Did she pass on the visions? She began to worry if Angel ever did receive the visions from her; it was her last wish to pass them on, help him finish the war.

Cordelia continued on walking down the stairs slowly with her mind wandering from question, after question. Thought after thought; trying to piece together the past days she's dealt with. She was suddenly interrupted with a slight bump to the gut after she opened the front door.

"Oh, sorry. I-" Kathy began. "You're awake. Oh mother will be so thrilled. Ma-ma!"

Cordelia was completely caught off guard by the sudden excitement. She barely knew the girl and already she was or seemed to be treating her like family.

"Mama, she's awake." Kathy shouted once more.

"Yes child I can see that, quit your shouting." Her mother replied as she hung her coat.

"Well now. What might your name be?" Asked the father who came strolling in; as he shut the door from behind him.

"Do you feel that question is needed father? It has not been a full day and you ask her so bluntly." The mother asked while hanging up Kathy's coat.

In Cordelia's perspective she'd say from just this moment the mother and father were the kind of people who seemed to disagree on everything but agreed on one important thing and that was their love and respect for each other. But that's also how her parents portrayed themselves around strangers; which was clearly not the way they were behind closed doors.

"Why must you be so difficult mother? I only asked for her name." The father replied with an irritated tone.

"I'm not trying to be difficult, but you tend to follow with more questions, which will leave the poor girl speechless."

"Questions are what help us learn Mother; you can't always remain in the shadows."

The two continued on to bicker while Kathy stood looking up at Cordelia smiling and rocking back and forth. This moment between her parents must have been often, or Kathy is just so excited about meeting a new stranger she wasn't even noticing her parents bickering.

"Cordelia." She finally decided to step in, she felt it had to be rude during this day and age to go and interupt, but she could've swore from her reading and stuff that bickering in front of complete strangers was way off of the polite scale.

Both turned to face Cordelia when a sudden loud thump came from above. It was Liam who tripped over one of the bent steps but admittedly caught himself on the stairs railing before tumbling down.

"Ah father. Home early from church I see," Liam spoke sorely, limping his way down the rest of the steps. "Repenting your sins, clearing your conscious."

"You're the one to talk." The Father replied, quickly forgetting who was with them inside the house. "Up all night again is it? Drinking and Whoring?"

"Father." The mother whispered in a warning tone towards her husband. She was clearly trying to remind him of where they were, but he ignored her.

"I smell the stink on you." He continued on.

"And a good morning to you, father." Liam smirked his way.

"Father please, we're not alone here." The mother pleaded once more. "Leave Liam to his day."

"Leave him to his day? His day's are but the same as the next; sleeping the day away and drinking and whoring at night."

"Well good news father today is different; I'm off to take Miss Cordelia here to town." Liam continued to smile as if this was a regular day to day conversation.

"I forbid it." His father snapped. "You're a disgrace."

"If you say so, father."

"Oh, I do. I do say so. Have you not had enough debauchery for one night? Must you corrupt our guests as well?"

"Father!" The mother snapped.

"Guest, father. We have *one* guest." Liam replied. "Anyway, everyone gets corrupted, but I find some forms of corruption are more -- pleasant..."

A sudden blow was hit to Liam's face from his father, landing himself on the ground, wiping the blood from his bottom lip. Cordelia remained in shock, as did Kathy while the mother shouted a few words to the father before grabbing both hers and Kathy's coat.

"Kathy, I think we should leave. You and I will take Miss Cordelia into town."

The mother leads both girls out, Cordelia following from behind. She looks back to Liam still lying on the floor with his father standing above him. He catches a glimpse from her horrified emotion spread across her face, but it wasn't the kind that most women found to be intriguing or disrespectful, this was the look of sorrow, feeling for him. It was something Liam couldn't bear to see, and he looked away as his father continued on his thoughts towards his son.

"I am ashamed to call you my son. You're a lay-about and a scoundrel and you'll never amount to anything more than that."

The father storms out of the house through the back leaving Liam alone still facing away from Cordelia as she closes the door from behind.

That night, Cordelia strolled along the beach only a few miles away from Liam's home. The day didn't go quite so well as she hoped. Nothing made sense; everything was the way she read in books only a bit different on certain levels. But that's not why it wasn't what she hoped; Liam wasn't there to help her. She was alone with his family whom every chance they got tried their best to figure her out, especially since all she gave was about three words per sentence. She didn't want to give out to much and the only person she trusted any information with was Liam.

Cordelia looked out towards the ocean waves, as she rubbed her warm folded blanket against her arms.

When they got home from town Liam was nowhere to be found and the father was locked away inside his library. It was the quietest dinner she's ever had in a long time. Usually back in Sunnydale, she would eat out with her friends, or Xander. After that she was alone for a long time, that's probably around the only time she's ever had that silence of a dinner, because after that there was Angel, Doyle, Wesley, Gunn and Dennis. Even Fred later on joined in on her meals.

Just thinking about her past made Cordelia's heart ache again, knowing she'll never see them again, here their voices, help them. No, she was on her own, alone, mixed up in some time-line.

"Out at night again I see." A voice came from some rocks beside her that made Cordelia jump back.

"Liam?"

She could hear the sound of alcohol hitting the sides of a bottle as he gulped down a few.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I thought I'd take a stroll along the beach." She replied making a circle with her toe in the sand.

"At night." He stated.

"I'm used to being out at night, especially when it came to long walks." Angel was the first and only thought that came to mind, thinking of long walks at night on the beach. They shared a few together, nothing special; not at the time.

"I'll repeat my statement; you are one strange creature Cordelia. If I were to guess, I'd claim you to be a witch of some sort." Liam threw his bottle into the ocean and jumped down from the rock he was sitting on.

"You don't have to go." Cordelia said. It was more of a plea then a suggestion, but she wouldn't tell him that.

"I feel I must." He replied not facing her.

"Why would you think I'm a witch Liam?" She didn't want to be alone, having him there was like having Angel again. Even though the thought of him thinking of her as a witch didn't bother her, it was enough to keep him from leaving; but his answer came to her as a surprise.

"Because I find myself to be absolutely terrified of you." He turned to face her still standing a few feet away.

"I don't wish to scare you Liam." That was the last thing she ever wanted from Liam; fear.

"It's not that kind of fear Cordelia." He breathes for a moment before continuing on. "You've bewitched me. Cast a spell upon my very existence."

"Bewitched you? What makes you think I've placed a spell on you?"

Liam takes a few steps closer to her, breaking the barrier between them. She seems to him to be scared but she wasn't, she was more confused than ever.

"Most of my life, my only duty was to please my father. For years I obeyed his every command, until I realized the day I would please my father, is the day Hell would freeze over; and after that, I cut myself from his shadow and became my own man." Liam gently brushes a piece of hair from Cordelia's face as he continued on. "This is who I am, this is what I've become - a disgrace, a scoundrel; drinking, whoring around, selling my soul, I've become nothing but a creature of the night."

"What are you trying to say Liam?" She asked placing her hand gently against his cheek.

"That even now as I stand before you, wanting nothing more than to have you as my own; I stop myself, because the only thing that is holding me back is my will and that Cordelia scares me more than life itself."

"What is your will Liam?"

"To protect you." He pulled back from her touch and began to walk away leaving Cordelia stumped by his choice of words.

Before he disappeared around the boulders and off to wherever it was he was heading off to, Cordelia had to tell him one thing that suddenly came to her attention.

"Liam!" She shouted. He stopped before disappearing from her sight. "What your father said this morning, about you never amounting to anything. He's wrong. You just proved that."

Liam looks down then continues to walk off as Cordelia watches him disappear into the shadows.

I'm so sorry for the late entry. Finals were on last month and I just got on break last week so been very busy. But since I'm on break that means I can get more writing done... so hopefully you're all still reading. :) I hope to have the next chapters up shortly. Till then hope you all enjoy this chapter. ;) Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.