Chapter 8
"Should I cross reference prophecies? I have no clue what I'm looking for. All these talk about powerful witches but none that have threatened Slayers."
"There probably haven't really been that many as powerful as Willow."
"You don't know anything about the spell that Willow performs that sets off the events do you? Any signs about what makes her turn?"
"I'm not the vision dictionary. We're talking fractions of seconds." Cordelia gave Wesley a dark look. They had been working almost all night, since she awoke and there had been no sign of the others. They tried Angel's cell phone but figured he turned it off, as usual.
Cordelia picked up her mug of coffee to take a sip and another vision ravaged her mind. She tumbled backwards and the cup smashed on the linoleum floor. Wesley dropped his book and hurried to catch her. He didn't made it, without having vampire quickness and proceeded to help her up.
"Lock the doors." Cordelia moaned.
"But you're-"
"Lock the doors." Wesley let her go and ran to lock the doors. Then he went back. Cordelia had dragged herself to a couch and was clutching her head.
"What is it?" He looked into her eyes. Tears threatened to spill as a haunted look passed through them.
"Us. We're in trouble."
"Who? I'll protect you. Don't worry."
"We need Faith."
"What? That's out of the question."
"Get Faith. Wesley." Suddenly the doors blew open. Shattered glass fell everywhere like confetti. A strange laughter filled the room.
"I've come for the girl."
"You can't have her."
"I will have her. She is needed." The demon was feral looking. It had glowing blue eyes and a wolf like snout. "I am Fenris. I will take her." He towered over them like the Beast and Cordelia was Beauty.
"Hurry." Cordelia whispered. The demon moved like lightening, snatched Cordelia and was gone. The doors smashed together again. Standing up on shaking legs Wesley hurried to the phone to make a call.
"Should I cross reference prophecies? I have no clue what I'm looking for. All these talk about powerful witches but none that have threatened Slayers."
"There probably haven't really been that many as powerful as Willow."
"You don't know anything about the spell that Willow performs that sets off the events do you? Any signs about what makes her turn?"
"I'm not the vision dictionary. We're talking fractions of seconds." Cordelia gave Wesley a dark look. They had been working almost all night, since she awoke and there had been no sign of the others. They tried Angel's cell phone but figured he turned it off, as usual.
Cordelia picked up her mug of coffee to take a sip and another vision ravaged her mind. She tumbled backwards and the cup smashed on the linoleum floor. Wesley dropped his book and hurried to catch her. He didn't made it, without having vampire quickness and proceeded to help her up.
"Lock the doors." Cordelia moaned.
"But you're-"
"Lock the doors." Wesley let her go and ran to lock the doors. Then he went back. Cordelia had dragged herself to a couch and was clutching her head.
"What is it?" He looked into her eyes. Tears threatened to spill as a haunted look passed through them.
"Us. We're in trouble."
"Who? I'll protect you. Don't worry."
"We need Faith."
"What? That's out of the question."
"Get Faith. Wesley." Suddenly the doors blew open. Shattered glass fell everywhere like confetti. A strange laughter filled the room.
"I've come for the girl."
"You can't have her."
"I will have her. She is needed." The demon was feral looking. It had glowing blue eyes and a wolf like snout. "I am Fenris. I will take her." He towered over them like the Beast and Cordelia was Beauty.
"Hurry." Cordelia whispered. The demon moved like lightening, snatched Cordelia and was gone. The doors smashed together again. Standing up on shaking legs Wesley hurried to the phone to make a call.
