OK this is a new story. I tried to write it as one peace but I guess I couldn't. This is kinda instead of Parting Gifts. I reworked it because I thought
it was a little sloppy. In MY story, Wesley is already there and MY story the eppy takes place over a bigger time scale. Confused?? I was just read
and the mist will clear.
Disclaimer: The usual; I own nothing and Joss and WB, Fox and Mutant (grr, arr) Enemy Inc Do. I own the plot, sort of, under copyright laws!!!! He
He He.
Summary: What not to do when your car breaks down, it'll teach ya to charge your cell phone up before making a journey in the dark!! Cryptic as
usual.
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Lost Without Hope
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Cordelia slammed her fists down on the steering wheel in frustration.
"Ahh, why me? I had this thing fixed three days ago." She reached for her cell phone to phone Angel. She carefully dialled Angels apartment number and waited for him to pick up. Instead she got the answering phone and the familiar sound of her voice.
"Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. If this is an emergency please contact..." Cordelia listened impatiently as she emphasised Angels mobile number, then the tone.
"Hi Angel, it's me. I've broken down and I need you help. I'm on..."
The phone abruptly cut off. She looked at the battery life, completely dead. She screamed again, throwing the cell phone into the open passenger seat of her car.
'It's only four blocks to the office, I'll walk. It maybe dark and full of demons but I'll walk' She muttered to herself. She began to walk down the block. Cordelia felt a hand tightly grasp her mouth and pull her into an alley. The Adeline released itself into her body and she started to struggle only to be knocked out by a sever blow to the head. The last thing she saw was a man wearing a gold amulet around his neck smiling and slowly muttering the words, 'Well Done!' to her capture.
Two Hours Later At Angel Investigations:
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Angel paced the floor, listening to the message for the seventh time.
"It's no use Angel she didn't get a chance to tell us where she was."
Wesley immediately stopped at the growl from the Vampire let out in his direction.
"There's a train in the background and I can hear a clock striking just once. Wesley get looking at the city map, look for railway tracks with a bell clock or a church near-by. I'm going for a look around, maybe I can find her. Oh and call Kate ask her to keep an eye out for her." Angel grabbed his duster and headed for the demonised streets of his city.
Meanwhile:
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Cordelia felt herself being bundled onto a cold, concrete floor. She forced herself to wake and look around. Cordelia shook off the pain at the back of her head and the groggy feeling that went with begin knocked unconscious. She was amazed and disgusted at the sight around her. There were cold, metal cages piled to the ceiling, each about 7 foot square. Demons paced the floor of each on. Some wore the look of confusion while the rest had a look all to familiar to her. She had seen it in Angels eyes for the day that everyone forgot; it was a look of wanting to die. The chains rattled at her wrists but her legs were free to walk and pace just like the other demons. But she wasn't a demon, she was human, she wasn't meant to be here. Cordelia looked at the chains that bound her wrists, a small plague had been soldered on to her left hand wrist.
'SEER'
'12,000 - REMOVED'
Cordelia stared at it, unable to decode it's hidden meaning except it was about her ability as a seer. Her pacing gradually slowed as two men wearing white coats muttered about her outside her cell. One of them walked up to her and stabbed a needle in her arm. Within a few seconds the world went dark.
Four Blocks Away From Angel Investigation:
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Angel had seem her car as he frantically searched the LA streets for his seer, his friend. It had been 5 hours since she had left the message on the answering machine and there was still no sign of her. He looked over her car, spotting her cell phone, carelessly thrown into the seat. He sniffed the air. Her scent was here, fresh, he also smelt Vampires, demons and a human scent as well, fear distinctly in the air. Angel walked back towards AI hoping that Cordelia had ran that way. He abruptly stopped as he scent ended, a glimmering object caught his eye in a nearby alley. Angel cautiously picked it up, examining it in his fingers. Dread, fear and anger filled his heart at once as he realised he was holding Cordelias bracelet. Xander had given her the blue stoned trinket as their one month anniversary present and she never took it off, never. He held the bracelet tight in his hand, as if it were his last chance. He pulled out his cell phone and dialled the LAPD number.
"Kate, I've got a problem. Something has happened to Cordelia, something non-human."
Back At The Demon 'Prison':
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Cordelia came around for the second time, the groggy feeling filling her vision again, without the sore head. She found herself in a white room, strapped to a clinical bed, the two doctors from before talking loudly now.
"I don't understand, we removed then from the last one, why not her?" The first doctor asked.
"She's human, I've never known a human seer before. That last one was a demon, weak. We have to keep on trying or the boss won't be happy, she worth a lot to him."
Cordelia tried to pull at the IV lines in her arms but didn't have time before she black out again.
One Week Later:
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Wesley sat over the telephone ringing around all the hospitals in LA and Sunnydale. It was his daily task as well as ringing Giles in Sunnydale to see if Cordelia had turned up there. Angel sat in his closed up office listening to the answer phone message again as if it were it his last line to Cordelia. The message gave in hope and he felt like she was there if he closed his eyes and listened to her frustrated voice mixed with annoyance. The way he sat now reminded him of when Doyle died, Cordelia had watched the commercial that they had made that day. There was one difference, Cordelia was alive and she would be home soon. He hoped.
A White Room In The Demon 'Prison':
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The white coated doctors sat in the corner talking among themselves. It had been a week of constant injections, electro-treatment and prodding. Cordelia lay on the table, restricted, at last giving into her fate. She had learned why she was here on the third day. She had been kidnapped, not because of Angel, but for her seeing ability. They had been trying to take her visions but after the third day she had hung on to them for dear life. Cordelia wouldn't let them take her last link to Doyle, to take away her ability to help people that needed her, to rob her of her purpose at Angel Investigations. The fact that she could give other people hope gave her a reason to fight on when the worse came to the worse. They gave her
strength to accept the world she lived in without going insane. Plus they were the only thing that was giving her hope. If they couldn't take her power then she wouldn't kill her, she hoped. The demon that had told her about what they were doing to her, also told her what the things on her wrist meant. It meant that she could be sold for $12,000 if her seeing ability was removed, her main interest was from Wolfram and Hart. Her body ached, each muscle contacting with the electrical impulses, her head pounding from all the induced visions they had caused as well as the ones from the PTB. The doctors walked over to her, thinking she was sleep, and began talking about her.
"You do realise that if we can't take her power then she will be worth less. Not to mention she is human. The boss won't be happy." The first doctor said, shaking his head.
"Yes but she's very pretty for a human, and she belongs to the warrior so the Senior Partners will pay a high price for her. She can't be sold right away, she's too weak now. The bid at the Plaza LA should be just the right time, gives us time to work out what controls them and how to make them appear on command. Gentlemen, I think we're looking at our next project."
Cordelia turned her head to the side, her limp hair obscuring the view of the doctors. She made a wish and a prayer which she hadn't done in a long time. She wished that her torment would be over and she prayed that Angel would find her soon before she lost all will to fight on.
LA:
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Angel stood in front of the stone building, his body crying out in pain. The church was his last hope. He had searched and threatened every snitch he knew. God was his last hope. He hadn't been into a church since two weeks before he was turned. His father had forced him to go to Mass, threatening him with dis-inheritance if he didn't. Angel walked slowly up the stone stairs unsure of what to do when he reached the heavy wooden doors. The door creaked under his weight. The church was dark as he sat on the wooden pew near the front. The statue of the virgin Mary was lit up in front of him, giving in one shred of hope. The minister slowly shuffled out of his side office, stopping dead at the sight of Angel. He grabbed his
cross and raised it up towards Angel.
"Get out of here, you do not belong here. Your a child of the devil, get out."
Angel rose his head slowly and looked straight at the minister. A bloody tear ran down his cheek. "I am no longer a son of the devil, I am souled, cursed for my crimes." He voice in it's full Irish tone, thick with emotion. "I need help, I am losing hope."
The minister took pity on the being before him and sat beside in, his cross still in his hand. "Tell me, what is your trouble?"
"I have lost my friend, she means the world to me and I cannot find her. She was an employee of mine, my best friend. I need to find her. She was kidnapped and I don't know where she is. I've been looking for weeks and she's just vanished. I'm losing hope and I can't 'Cos she needs me to be strong for her. Nobody understands because they just see the Vampire, they don't see a soul breaking in two. I thought if I prayed then maybe I might find answers or some sort of...I don't know."
"The hope you seek comes from your faith of her, not from God. If you keep believing in yourself and believe in what YOU want then it will be fine. Now please leave, your presence is not welcome here by many but never lose you faith for one day it will be all you have."
Angel rose from the pew and walked down the tiled centre of the echoing church. He felt hope build back in his soul and his salvation was close.
In The Demon Lab:
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Cordelia sat on her metal bunk that had been her home for three months now. She looked at the purple scars down her arms from the IV drips and the chemicals that they had pumped into her body. The grey skin on her arms stood testament of the lack of food she had eaten, refusing most of the food they had offered her, not knowing if it was laced with chemicals. They had finally found how to induce her visions but struggled to control them. The extended visions added to her drop in weight but she didn't care anymore. She had passed caring 2 months ago when she had realised that caring made her weaker and Cordelia Chase was not weak. She held on to her hope for dear life but her hope had gone now that she knew Angel wasn't coming to rescue her and take her away. She had told herself everyday that Angel would be there that evening to take her away but 92 nights later she was still waiting, the marks on the wall standing truth to the wasted dream and hope she had given out. A rattle of the metal door to her
cage slid open and a white coated doctor entered.
"Now Miss Chase, if you come quietly we won't give you any more nasty injections." Cordelia silently nodded. "We're taking you away from here. It's time for you to be sold."
"Sold?" Cordelia huskily whispered, through lack of speech. "What do you mean, sold?"
"You're going to auction now Miss Chase. Wolfram and Hart are very keen to get a hold of you, with or without the visions. Their Senior Partners have been keeping an extra special eye on you." The doctor informed her, talking to her as if she were a child.
Cordelia could do little but watch him and he lead he down a darkened corridor, pulling at her chains when she stumbled through lack of energy. She was bundled into the back of a van before being whisked off into the night.
Angel Investigations:
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Angel entered the office with an almost spring in his step to be greeted by an over enthusiastic Watcher.
"Angel, I have some good news, I think. I got wind of an Auction at the Plaza LA. It's a demon one but there is a leak of the sale of a human seer. I thought it could be Cordelia." Wesley seen he had the Vampire attention so continued. "My source said that they are holding all the artefacts and demons that are for sale in a house in the city centre. It belongs to a human so you can't get in but I will go in and check everything out and let you know."
Wesley set off to the address he had been given while Angel waited back at the office. He frantically paced around the office, it had been two hours since Wesley had left and now he was getting worried. Angel was picking up his duster when Wesley barged into the office, panting and a cut above his eyebrow.
"What happened?" Angel asked the out of breath man in front of him.
"I got to the house and found Cordelia in the cellar. She's fine but she didn't speak to me, she just stared blankly at me. I don't understand, she's lost so much weight, I couldn't believe it. Angel she doesn't look good. I tried to get her out but I triggered some sort of silent alarm and these three heavily build guys came running into the room and I just say got away. Your gonna have to bid against her or try again at the
auction to rescue her."
Angel sunk down into the chair and put his hands to his face. Where did I all go so wrong? He had failed to protect the person that needed him, and the one person that he needed. The had failed his precious seer and now he had some making up to do.
The Next Day At The Plaza LA:
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Angel crawled up through the sewer access and into the empty main auction room. He picked up a brochure that was sitting on the table and flicked through it. There it was, he spotted the item for a human seer. He briefly read the description.
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LOT 306: Human seer, Cordelia Chase.
Powers include being able to
see future events and once
belonged to Angelus. Vile supplied
to induce visions: Main bid
from Wolfram and Hart.
Price: $15,000 or over
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Panic seized his unbeating chest as he read down the description. Wolfram and Hart wanted his seer, no doubt to get at him. They were selling his seer for only $15,000. He wasn't going to bid against Wolfram and Hart and lose. Cordelia was never going on sale in the first place. Angel crept through to the back room. He could see Cordelia sitting on a chair with a blank expression on her face. He was shocked at how grey her skin was even though someone had tried to cover it with make-up, it wasn't working. Angel quietly knocked out the guard that was with her and grabbed Cordelias hand.
"Come on Cordelia, we have to go." She stood looking past him, not moving. "Right we'll do it the heroes way."
Angel picked her up and cradled her in his arms before making his way back tot he sewer entrance. He was about to drop down into the drain when he heard a clearing of a throat behind him. He turned around to find Lindsey staring back at him.
"Where do you think you are going with Miss Cordelia Chase? She belongs to us now. You abandoned her so we are taking her in."
Angel felt his demon stir inside him, his game face showing through. "Cordelia does not belong to anyone, not even me. How dare you think you can buy and sell her as if she is cattle in a market. Lindsey, you come near her or any of my friends I will rip your throat in two. I don't kill humans but I think you just failed the requirements for being classed as human."
Without looking back, Angel jump down the man hole and headed back to AI, Cordelia sleeping in his arms. I was good to feel her and hear her reassuring heartbeat again.
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The after effects of Cordelias trauma coming up soon. Review and tell me what you think!!!!????
PS I quit my Physics Higher!!! Yay me. Now I'm gonna drink my sorrows away.
it was a little sloppy. In MY story, Wesley is already there and MY story the eppy takes place over a bigger time scale. Confused?? I was just read
and the mist will clear.
Disclaimer: The usual; I own nothing and Joss and WB, Fox and Mutant (grr, arr) Enemy Inc Do. I own the plot, sort of, under copyright laws!!!! He
He He.
Summary: What not to do when your car breaks down, it'll teach ya to charge your cell phone up before making a journey in the dark!! Cryptic as
usual.
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Lost Without Hope
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Cordelia slammed her fists down on the steering wheel in frustration.
"Ahh, why me? I had this thing fixed three days ago." She reached for her cell phone to phone Angel. She carefully dialled Angels apartment number and waited for him to pick up. Instead she got the answering phone and the familiar sound of her voice.
"Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. If this is an emergency please contact..." Cordelia listened impatiently as she emphasised Angels mobile number, then the tone.
"Hi Angel, it's me. I've broken down and I need you help. I'm on..."
The phone abruptly cut off. She looked at the battery life, completely dead. She screamed again, throwing the cell phone into the open passenger seat of her car.
'It's only four blocks to the office, I'll walk. It maybe dark and full of demons but I'll walk' She muttered to herself. She began to walk down the block. Cordelia felt a hand tightly grasp her mouth and pull her into an alley. The Adeline released itself into her body and she started to struggle only to be knocked out by a sever blow to the head. The last thing she saw was a man wearing a gold amulet around his neck smiling and slowly muttering the words, 'Well Done!' to her capture.
Two Hours Later At Angel Investigations:
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Angel paced the floor, listening to the message for the seventh time.
"It's no use Angel she didn't get a chance to tell us where she was."
Wesley immediately stopped at the growl from the Vampire let out in his direction.
"There's a train in the background and I can hear a clock striking just once. Wesley get looking at the city map, look for railway tracks with a bell clock or a church near-by. I'm going for a look around, maybe I can find her. Oh and call Kate ask her to keep an eye out for her." Angel grabbed his duster and headed for the demonised streets of his city.
Meanwhile:
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Cordelia felt herself being bundled onto a cold, concrete floor. She forced herself to wake and look around. Cordelia shook off the pain at the back of her head and the groggy feeling that went with begin knocked unconscious. She was amazed and disgusted at the sight around her. There were cold, metal cages piled to the ceiling, each about 7 foot square. Demons paced the floor of each on. Some wore the look of confusion while the rest had a look all to familiar to her. She had seen it in Angels eyes for the day that everyone forgot; it was a look of wanting to die. The chains rattled at her wrists but her legs were free to walk and pace just like the other demons. But she wasn't a demon, she was human, she wasn't meant to be here. Cordelia looked at the chains that bound her wrists, a small plague had been soldered on to her left hand wrist.
'SEER'
'12,000 - REMOVED'
Cordelia stared at it, unable to decode it's hidden meaning except it was about her ability as a seer. Her pacing gradually slowed as two men wearing white coats muttered about her outside her cell. One of them walked up to her and stabbed a needle in her arm. Within a few seconds the world went dark.
Four Blocks Away From Angel Investigation:
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Angel had seem her car as he frantically searched the LA streets for his seer, his friend. It had been 5 hours since she had left the message on the answering machine and there was still no sign of her. He looked over her car, spotting her cell phone, carelessly thrown into the seat. He sniffed the air. Her scent was here, fresh, he also smelt Vampires, demons and a human scent as well, fear distinctly in the air. Angel walked back towards AI hoping that Cordelia had ran that way. He abruptly stopped as he scent ended, a glimmering object caught his eye in a nearby alley. Angel cautiously picked it up, examining it in his fingers. Dread, fear and anger filled his heart at once as he realised he was holding Cordelias bracelet. Xander had given her the blue stoned trinket as their one month anniversary present and she never took it off, never. He held the bracelet tight in his hand, as if it were his last chance. He pulled out his cell phone and dialled the LAPD number.
"Kate, I've got a problem. Something has happened to Cordelia, something non-human."
Back At The Demon 'Prison':
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Cordelia came around for the second time, the groggy feeling filling her vision again, without the sore head. She found herself in a white room, strapped to a clinical bed, the two doctors from before talking loudly now.
"I don't understand, we removed then from the last one, why not her?" The first doctor asked.
"She's human, I've never known a human seer before. That last one was a demon, weak. We have to keep on trying or the boss won't be happy, she worth a lot to him."
Cordelia tried to pull at the IV lines in her arms but didn't have time before she black out again.
One Week Later:
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Wesley sat over the telephone ringing around all the hospitals in LA and Sunnydale. It was his daily task as well as ringing Giles in Sunnydale to see if Cordelia had turned up there. Angel sat in his closed up office listening to the answer phone message again as if it were it his last line to Cordelia. The message gave in hope and he felt like she was there if he closed his eyes and listened to her frustrated voice mixed with annoyance. The way he sat now reminded him of when Doyle died, Cordelia had watched the commercial that they had made that day. There was one difference, Cordelia was alive and she would be home soon. He hoped.
A White Room In The Demon 'Prison':
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The white coated doctors sat in the corner talking among themselves. It had been a week of constant injections, electro-treatment and prodding. Cordelia lay on the table, restricted, at last giving into her fate. She had learned why she was here on the third day. She had been kidnapped, not because of Angel, but for her seeing ability. They had been trying to take her visions but after the third day she had hung on to them for dear life. Cordelia wouldn't let them take her last link to Doyle, to take away her ability to help people that needed her, to rob her of her purpose at Angel Investigations. The fact that she could give other people hope gave her a reason to fight on when the worse came to the worse. They gave her
strength to accept the world she lived in without going insane. Plus they were the only thing that was giving her hope. If they couldn't take her power then she wouldn't kill her, she hoped. The demon that had told her about what they were doing to her, also told her what the things on her wrist meant. It meant that she could be sold for $12,000 if her seeing ability was removed, her main interest was from Wolfram and Hart. Her body ached, each muscle contacting with the electrical impulses, her head pounding from all the induced visions they had caused as well as the ones from the PTB. The doctors walked over to her, thinking she was sleep, and began talking about her.
"You do realise that if we can't take her power then she will be worth less. Not to mention she is human. The boss won't be happy." The first doctor said, shaking his head.
"Yes but she's very pretty for a human, and she belongs to the warrior so the Senior Partners will pay a high price for her. She can't be sold right away, she's too weak now. The bid at the Plaza LA should be just the right time, gives us time to work out what controls them and how to make them appear on command. Gentlemen, I think we're looking at our next project."
Cordelia turned her head to the side, her limp hair obscuring the view of the doctors. She made a wish and a prayer which she hadn't done in a long time. She wished that her torment would be over and she prayed that Angel would find her soon before she lost all will to fight on.
LA:
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Angel stood in front of the stone building, his body crying out in pain. The church was his last hope. He had searched and threatened every snitch he knew. God was his last hope. He hadn't been into a church since two weeks before he was turned. His father had forced him to go to Mass, threatening him with dis-inheritance if he didn't. Angel walked slowly up the stone stairs unsure of what to do when he reached the heavy wooden doors. The door creaked under his weight. The church was dark as he sat on the wooden pew near the front. The statue of the virgin Mary was lit up in front of him, giving in one shred of hope. The minister slowly shuffled out of his side office, stopping dead at the sight of Angel. He grabbed his
cross and raised it up towards Angel.
"Get out of here, you do not belong here. Your a child of the devil, get out."
Angel rose his head slowly and looked straight at the minister. A bloody tear ran down his cheek. "I am no longer a son of the devil, I am souled, cursed for my crimes." He voice in it's full Irish tone, thick with emotion. "I need help, I am losing hope."
The minister took pity on the being before him and sat beside in, his cross still in his hand. "Tell me, what is your trouble?"
"I have lost my friend, she means the world to me and I cannot find her. She was an employee of mine, my best friend. I need to find her. She was kidnapped and I don't know where she is. I've been looking for weeks and she's just vanished. I'm losing hope and I can't 'Cos she needs me to be strong for her. Nobody understands because they just see the Vampire, they don't see a soul breaking in two. I thought if I prayed then maybe I might find answers or some sort of...I don't know."
"The hope you seek comes from your faith of her, not from God. If you keep believing in yourself and believe in what YOU want then it will be fine. Now please leave, your presence is not welcome here by many but never lose you faith for one day it will be all you have."
Angel rose from the pew and walked down the tiled centre of the echoing church. He felt hope build back in his soul and his salvation was close.
In The Demon Lab:
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Cordelia sat on her metal bunk that had been her home for three months now. She looked at the purple scars down her arms from the IV drips and the chemicals that they had pumped into her body. The grey skin on her arms stood testament of the lack of food she had eaten, refusing most of the food they had offered her, not knowing if it was laced with chemicals. They had finally found how to induce her visions but struggled to control them. The extended visions added to her drop in weight but she didn't care anymore. She had passed caring 2 months ago when she had realised that caring made her weaker and Cordelia Chase was not weak. She held on to her hope for dear life but her hope had gone now that she knew Angel wasn't coming to rescue her and take her away. She had told herself everyday that Angel would be there that evening to take her away but 92 nights later she was still waiting, the marks on the wall standing truth to the wasted dream and hope she had given out. A rattle of the metal door to her
cage slid open and a white coated doctor entered.
"Now Miss Chase, if you come quietly we won't give you any more nasty injections." Cordelia silently nodded. "We're taking you away from here. It's time for you to be sold."
"Sold?" Cordelia huskily whispered, through lack of speech. "What do you mean, sold?"
"You're going to auction now Miss Chase. Wolfram and Hart are very keen to get a hold of you, with or without the visions. Their Senior Partners have been keeping an extra special eye on you." The doctor informed her, talking to her as if she were a child.
Cordelia could do little but watch him and he lead he down a darkened corridor, pulling at her chains when she stumbled through lack of energy. She was bundled into the back of a van before being whisked off into the night.
Angel Investigations:
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Angel entered the office with an almost spring in his step to be greeted by an over enthusiastic Watcher.
"Angel, I have some good news, I think. I got wind of an Auction at the Plaza LA. It's a demon one but there is a leak of the sale of a human seer. I thought it could be Cordelia." Wesley seen he had the Vampire attention so continued. "My source said that they are holding all the artefacts and demons that are for sale in a house in the city centre. It belongs to a human so you can't get in but I will go in and check everything out and let you know."
Wesley set off to the address he had been given while Angel waited back at the office. He frantically paced around the office, it had been two hours since Wesley had left and now he was getting worried. Angel was picking up his duster when Wesley barged into the office, panting and a cut above his eyebrow.
"What happened?" Angel asked the out of breath man in front of him.
"I got to the house and found Cordelia in the cellar. She's fine but she didn't speak to me, she just stared blankly at me. I don't understand, she's lost so much weight, I couldn't believe it. Angel she doesn't look good. I tried to get her out but I triggered some sort of silent alarm and these three heavily build guys came running into the room and I just say got away. Your gonna have to bid against her or try again at the
auction to rescue her."
Angel sunk down into the chair and put his hands to his face. Where did I all go so wrong? He had failed to protect the person that needed him, and the one person that he needed. The had failed his precious seer and now he had some making up to do.
The Next Day At The Plaza LA:
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Angel crawled up through the sewer access and into the empty main auction room. He picked up a brochure that was sitting on the table and flicked through it. There it was, he spotted the item for a human seer. He briefly read the description.
_____________________________________________________
LOT 306: Human seer, Cordelia Chase.
Powers include being able to
see future events and once
belonged to Angelus. Vile supplied
to induce visions: Main bid
from Wolfram and Hart.
Price: $15,000 or over
______________________________________________________
Panic seized his unbeating chest as he read down the description. Wolfram and Hart wanted his seer, no doubt to get at him. They were selling his seer for only $15,000. He wasn't going to bid against Wolfram and Hart and lose. Cordelia was never going on sale in the first place. Angel crept through to the back room. He could see Cordelia sitting on a chair with a blank expression on her face. He was shocked at how grey her skin was even though someone had tried to cover it with make-up, it wasn't working. Angel quietly knocked out the guard that was with her and grabbed Cordelias hand.
"Come on Cordelia, we have to go." She stood looking past him, not moving. "Right we'll do it the heroes way."
Angel picked her up and cradled her in his arms before making his way back tot he sewer entrance. He was about to drop down into the drain when he heard a clearing of a throat behind him. He turned around to find Lindsey staring back at him.
"Where do you think you are going with Miss Cordelia Chase? She belongs to us now. You abandoned her so we are taking her in."
Angel felt his demon stir inside him, his game face showing through. "Cordelia does not belong to anyone, not even me. How dare you think you can buy and sell her as if she is cattle in a market. Lindsey, you come near her or any of my friends I will rip your throat in two. I don't kill humans but I think you just failed the requirements for being classed as human."
Without looking back, Angel jump down the man hole and headed back to AI, Cordelia sleeping in his arms. I was good to feel her and hear her reassuring heartbeat again.
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The after effects of Cordelias trauma coming up soon. Review and tell me what you think!!!!????
PS I quit my Physics Higher!!! Yay me. Now I'm gonna drink my sorrows away.