CHAPTER 5

It was many years later when Cordelia was lying in her bed an old women that she knew it was her turn to go.

Wesley, Gunn, Fred and her foster child Stacey and her daughter Melissa surrounded her.

"Oh Mom, please don't leave me here!" Stacey sobbed miserably.

Fred took six year old Melissa's pale, clammy, hand and led her out of the room.

"Come on honey," Fred said grimly, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"Is Grandma going to be with the angels now?" Melissa asked

"Yeah, with the angels."

It wasn't so bad. Dying. At first Cordelia had been frightened, but an odd sense of clarity over came her. She felt right now.

The figures around her were disappearing into a bright golden glow and there voices could no longer be heard.

Now Cordelia felt she was flying, and she could hear the wind howling down her ears as she soared away.

"Cordelia!" A warm voice greeted her. "I've been waiting for you,"

Cordelia smiled and then turned and as expected saw her champion.

"Angel."