Title: Untitled
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R-NC-17...eventually
Disclaimer: I own no one...to my own sadness.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: ..might keep all your favorite characters of the living!
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Author's Notes: This is SOOO needing a name.please make suggestions when you leave feedback!!
Author's Notes 2: Okay, the parts are coming further apart now because I just went back to work from my maternity leave. Damn slave drivers they are! ;)
Part 10 I Don't Know You At All Anymore
"Why does he have to be so friggin arrogant?" Cordelia asked between bites of Chinese food.
"Arrogant? Angel?" Fred asked with a confused look on her face. The Angel she knew was rather bashful and timid around intimate subjects.
"Yeah, it was like he was so damn sure I was thinking about him."
"Well, were you?"
"Uh.that's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"The fact that he thinks all I think about is him. He doesn't think I think about other men. So I told him it wasn't him I was thinking about."
"Who did you tell him you were thinking about?"
"Ummm.Gunn?"
"Oh," Fred acknowledged cheerfully and then stopped chewing her fried rice. "Oh."
"It's not like I think about him like that Fred. He's like my big brother, albeit a very hunky, muscle-y big brother. But that's so not the point. I just said it to get a rise out of Angel."
Fred smiled in acceptance. "So, do you think it worked?"
Cordy sighed and studied her chicken fingers intently. "A little too well maybe. Fred, do chickens actually have fingers?"
"Uh, not that I'm aware of."
"Oh." She looked over at the discarded McDonald's bag. "Fred, wings, thighs, breasts," she listed, counting each one on her fingertips. "What part of the chicken do the nuggets come from?" She looked at the young scientist with a worried expression and Fred began coughing and choking on her dinner.
"Gunn, how do you.what do you.do you think." Angel began.
"Yo, Angel, spit it out already. I'm gonna have all these put away before you finish your question. And if you're hitting on me, I'll be taking your dust out with the trash."
"Hitting on you?! No, I was wondering if you've been hitting on Cordelia!"
"What? Cinderella?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing. Inside joke. No, I haven't been hitting on Cordy."
Angel wasn't sure if he was relieved or not. If Gunn hadn't been hitting on her, why was she having ithoughts/i about him?
"Why do you ask?"
"Just something she said earlier." Angel dropped his sword and left his pile of weapons waiting to be put away.
"Oh sure, leave all the fucking work to the black guy," Gunn muttered sarcastically bud didn't get a response. "Angel, you okay?" He watched as Angel walked up the staircase in silence.
Cordelia walked into the dark room to see Angel sitting by the window. She knew it was never a good sign when he started acting all vampire-y. "Uh oh, are we launching full broodiness mode?" she joked as cheerfully as she could manage. She felt terrible for hurting him, but he had just made her so damn angry. "Angel?" she asked when he didn't so much as acknowledge her presence.
"Go home Cordelia," he spoke flatly from the dark.
"Look Angel, about before-"
"Go home."
"I'm sorry. I swear, I don't think of Gunn that way."
"Cordelia. I said-"
"I mean, I don't think 'think' about Gunn. I was thinking about-"
"Cordelia." Angel's voice was getting more and more forceful as she ignored him and continued talking.
"I was thinking about-"
Angel jumped from the chair and grabbed her arms tightly. "Do you ever shut up?" he growled, his eyes flashing gold.
Cordy felt the tears sting in her eyes and knew there was no way to hide them from Angel, even in the dark. They were too big. "I was just trying to tell you that it was you I was thinking about."
"Well, I don't want to hear it." He let go of her with a little shove and she looked at him with hurt and shock. "I don't even want to look at you."
Cordy felt her Queen C persona creep to the surface in the face of confrontation. "Well, guess what.you're gonna look at me. You can't talk to me that way Angel.if you had a last name, I'd be using it right now."
"How are you going to stop me Cordelia? Freeze me like you did Gunn? Or perhaps you can just bitch me to death," he shot back angrily.
"You know Angel, you have a right to be angry, but this is ridiculous. Okay, so I told a little white lie to make you jealous. That hardly justifies what you're doing." She knew her voice was wavering, but she did her best not to break down in front of him.
"What you said about Gunn is only the beginning."
"Well, how about filling me in because I feel like I missed this part of the movie!"
Angel whirled around to face her, his expression a mix of anger and confliction. "How about these stupid decisions you're making for one! Giving up your humanity on a whim!"
"Oh, we're back to that are we? Well, I know for a fact that you did something rather similar! Yeah, the Powers showed me! You were human for a day and you gave it up and we all conveniently forgot!"
"That was different. I gave it up so that I could help others and to fulfill my destiny, not for some stupid, petty reason like."
"Like what Angel? Like love? Glad to know what you think about our relationship, if you could call it one. I'd have you know that I gave up mine to help others and you! I came back to be with you, yes, but also to be your seer, to help the hopeless, yadda yadda yadda. Not everything is about you!"
Angel glared at her, his body language very closed off. "You need to leave Cordelia."
"Oh, so now you're kicking me out because you know I'm right?"
"No, I'm kicking you out because I tried to before you even started."
"You should know me better than-"
"That's the problem Cordelia. I don't know you at all anymore. I wish you hadn't accepted the offer of the demon, and I wish you hadn't given up your humanity. You aren't the woman I fell in love with anymore." The instant the words came out, Angel wished he could take them back and wrap Cordy in his arms, but it was too late. He had said it and the look on her face said it all. The tears began to roll freely down her cheeks, her resolve broken.
Cordy lowered her eyes and wiped the tears with her hand. She looked up at him again, her chin raised and her jaw stiff. "Fine. I see how it is. See if I ever do anything for you again. I quit."
"You can't quit Cordy," Angel told her softly.
"I can so quit. See this," she motioned to herself with her hands. "This is me quitting. Find yourself another seer. One that more fits your expectations because I am who I am Angel. I thought you of all people could accept that." Cordelia walked out the door and slammed it behind her.
Angel stood in the dark room and felt his own tears begin to fall. He never meant to say that to her, it just came out. He wondered if he should go after her but then decided that it probably wouldn't do any good. He'd screwed things up.again.
Cordelia stood in front of her car and mentally slapped herself for leaving her keys inside the hotel. "There's no way in hell I'm going back in there now. I'll just call and have Fred bring them to me tomorrow." She began walking along the deserted street, headed for her apartment.
"Hey gorgeous," she heard someone say. Her skin crawled at the sound and she knew she was in trouble.
"So not interested," she snapped and turned to see a half a dozen vampires. "Oh shit."
"Yeah. We got a message for Angel, and you're going to deliver it."
"Oh, well, you'll have to deliver it yourself 'cause Angel and I don't work together anymore," she smiled nervously and backed away. They surrounded her.
"Don't worry, you don't need to talk to him to deliver this message. You're corpse will do it for you."
"Corpse? Oh, you mean I'm going to die, 'cause I already did that it and it just wasn't all they made it out to be." she said and then screamed as the vampire she assumed to be the leader advanced on her. "Freeze!" she yelled and pointed her finger at him.
He stopped and looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you doing?"
"Oh shit." she repeated when she realized that it didn't work. "Why do the Powers give me a power that doesn't work when I need it to? More importantly, why don't they ever warn me when I'm going to be the helpless? Help!!!!"
The vampires attacked her, and she fought them off to the best of her non- human abilities, but there was just too many of them. She felt her head hit the ground with a sickening crack and then welcomed the unconsciousness. As she faded, she heard a vaguely familiar voice.
"I suggest you get the hell away from the girl before I bloody dust you all."
Angel heard the commotion downstairs and finally went to see what it was all about. There he saw the last person he'd expected. "Spike, what are you doing here?" he asked coldly.
"It's bloody nice to see you too Angel," he answered sarcastically. "Now how about tell me what you said to the cheerleader to make her run off and almost get herself killed."
Angel's body stiffened and he took a couple of steps toward Spike. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the pack of vamps that planned to make you're seer dinner. Said somethin' about sending you a message. Planned to do that with a dead body, but I think that pretty much sums up the message without the death." He stepped aside and motioned to Cordelia's unconscious form lying on the front desk. For a split second Angel thought about how pissed she was going to be when she woke up and saw all the blood staining the smooth wood.
"Cor?" He saw the puncture marks that covered her body and felt a pang of guilt. If he hadn't said those things to her, she never would have run out and gotten into this mess. "It's all my fault."
"Well, I don't know the particulars, but by the way the vamps talked before I told the ones that were still alive to sod off, it is your fault. You are the one they were trying to get to. They were just using Cordy here as their messenger."
"I don't need your insight Spike," Angel snapped.
"Well, someone's got his knickers in a twist," he smiled and then regained his seriousness when he saw that Angel was not amused. "Look Angel, I don't know what happened back here, but I know you love the girl. Don't waste time blaming yourself right now and get down to business. I'm here to help if you want."
"Why are you really here Spike? Why did you come to LA?"
"That's not important right now. Let's get the cheerleader patched up and do some damage to the bastards that did this and then we'll talk Sunnydale."
Angel nodded for argument sake and leaned down to Cordelia. "Cordy?"
She opened her pain-filled eyes and whimpered. "Angel."
"Cor, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for all of this, all that you've gone through. If I had it to do all over again, I'd figure out another way for you to survive the visions without the demon aspect; I'd keep you from dying and having to give up your humanity to come back."
"Angel.I need to show you something." Cordelia reached for Angel's hand and as she gripped it, a bright light blinded him.
"How can I tell him Dennis? He's going to be so upset. I mean, do I just slip it into the conversation? 'Yeah, that was a great fight. We have some clients that haven't paid their bills yet. These visions are killing me. Literally. I'm dying.' For some reason it just doesn't flow," she sighed and looked out the window.
"What?" she heard a gasp from the doorway. She turned to see Angel.
"Oh, hi Angel."
"What do you mean you're dying?"
Cordy giggled nervously. "Oh, it's nothing Angel. Don't worry about it."
"Don't do that Cordelia."
"Don't do what?"
"Don't try and make this out to be no big deal dammit! Why didn't you tell me you're dying?" he asked, tears blinding him.
"Because I didn't know how. Did you hear the role play I just did? Did that work for you?"
"Cordy, I want to help you."
She smiled sadly at him. "There's nothing you can do Angel. I guess it's my destiny."
Angel looked at the hospital room. He wasn't sure he could do this. It had been weeks since her last vision, the one that had put her here in an unrecoverable coma. He had spent days on end at her side, sleeping in a chair at her bedside, his head resting beside hers on the pillow. He had talked to her and held her hand, hoping for any sign of awakening, but he received nothing. He had never given up hope, but today was the day.
The doctors said there was no chance of her coming back. The life support machine was doing the breathing for her and there was virtually no brain activity. It was time to let her go. He took his place at her bedside one last time and squeezed her hand gently. He knew she wouldn't want to be like this. He couldn't leave her this way. This wasn't living. It was just existing. It would be selfish of him to keep her breathing by machine. "I wish there was something we could have done Cordy," he told her quietly. "There should have been something the Powers could have done to save you. It shouldn't have happened this way."
"It's time Angel," Wesley whispered solemnly and Angel nodded. The doctor flipped the switch on the machine and Angel watched as Cordelia's chest slowly came to a standstill and listened as her heart came to a stop. He felt the tears choking at him.
"Call it?" one of the technicians asked the doctor.
"9:23 am."
Angel leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and felt a tear fall from his cheek.
Angel blinked and looked down at Cordelia. There she was, lying on the front desk, pretty beaten up, but definitely alive.
"Okay, that was bloody un-nerving," Spike said suddenly. "I think I may have permanent vision damage after that brightness."
Angel ignored the blonde vampire and looked down at his seer. "Oh Cordy, I'm sorry." For the first time he understood why she had accepted the demon becoming part of her, because, in that other reality, he would have wished it to spare her from that pain, and that death. "I understand now."
"It's about damn time," she whispered and Angel laughed slightly. There was the Cordy he had fallen in love with.
"Uh, I hate to break up this Hallmark reconciliation, but if she's going to be okay, we have another problem. The Slayer-"
"Buffy?" Angel asked with concern.
Cordelia groaned. Couldn't she just have one beautiful moment with iher/i vampire without someone, namely a little blonde slayer, ruining the mood?
"We've got a bloody right mess on our hands back in Sunnydale."
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R-NC-17...eventually
Disclaimer: I own no one...to my own sadness.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: ..might keep all your favorite characters of the living!
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Author's Notes: This is SOOO needing a name.please make suggestions when you leave feedback!!
Author's Notes 2: Okay, the parts are coming further apart now because I just went back to work from my maternity leave. Damn slave drivers they are! ;)
Part 10 I Don't Know You At All Anymore
"Why does he have to be so friggin arrogant?" Cordelia asked between bites of Chinese food.
"Arrogant? Angel?" Fred asked with a confused look on her face. The Angel she knew was rather bashful and timid around intimate subjects.
"Yeah, it was like he was so damn sure I was thinking about him."
"Well, were you?"
"Uh.that's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"The fact that he thinks all I think about is him. He doesn't think I think about other men. So I told him it wasn't him I was thinking about."
"Who did you tell him you were thinking about?"
"Ummm.Gunn?"
"Oh," Fred acknowledged cheerfully and then stopped chewing her fried rice. "Oh."
"It's not like I think about him like that Fred. He's like my big brother, albeit a very hunky, muscle-y big brother. But that's so not the point. I just said it to get a rise out of Angel."
Fred smiled in acceptance. "So, do you think it worked?"
Cordy sighed and studied her chicken fingers intently. "A little too well maybe. Fred, do chickens actually have fingers?"
"Uh, not that I'm aware of."
"Oh." She looked over at the discarded McDonald's bag. "Fred, wings, thighs, breasts," she listed, counting each one on her fingertips. "What part of the chicken do the nuggets come from?" She looked at the young scientist with a worried expression and Fred began coughing and choking on her dinner.
"Gunn, how do you.what do you.do you think." Angel began.
"Yo, Angel, spit it out already. I'm gonna have all these put away before you finish your question. And if you're hitting on me, I'll be taking your dust out with the trash."
"Hitting on you?! No, I was wondering if you've been hitting on Cordelia!"
"What? Cinderella?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing. Inside joke. No, I haven't been hitting on Cordy."
Angel wasn't sure if he was relieved or not. If Gunn hadn't been hitting on her, why was she having ithoughts/i about him?
"Why do you ask?"
"Just something she said earlier." Angel dropped his sword and left his pile of weapons waiting to be put away.
"Oh sure, leave all the fucking work to the black guy," Gunn muttered sarcastically bud didn't get a response. "Angel, you okay?" He watched as Angel walked up the staircase in silence.
Cordelia walked into the dark room to see Angel sitting by the window. She knew it was never a good sign when he started acting all vampire-y. "Uh oh, are we launching full broodiness mode?" she joked as cheerfully as she could manage. She felt terrible for hurting him, but he had just made her so damn angry. "Angel?" she asked when he didn't so much as acknowledge her presence.
"Go home Cordelia," he spoke flatly from the dark.
"Look Angel, about before-"
"Go home."
"I'm sorry. I swear, I don't think of Gunn that way."
"Cordelia. I said-"
"I mean, I don't think 'think' about Gunn. I was thinking about-"
"Cordelia." Angel's voice was getting more and more forceful as she ignored him and continued talking.
"I was thinking about-"
Angel jumped from the chair and grabbed her arms tightly. "Do you ever shut up?" he growled, his eyes flashing gold.
Cordy felt the tears sting in her eyes and knew there was no way to hide them from Angel, even in the dark. They were too big. "I was just trying to tell you that it was you I was thinking about."
"Well, I don't want to hear it." He let go of her with a little shove and she looked at him with hurt and shock. "I don't even want to look at you."
Cordy felt her Queen C persona creep to the surface in the face of confrontation. "Well, guess what.you're gonna look at me. You can't talk to me that way Angel.if you had a last name, I'd be using it right now."
"How are you going to stop me Cordelia? Freeze me like you did Gunn? Or perhaps you can just bitch me to death," he shot back angrily.
"You know Angel, you have a right to be angry, but this is ridiculous. Okay, so I told a little white lie to make you jealous. That hardly justifies what you're doing." She knew her voice was wavering, but she did her best not to break down in front of him.
"What you said about Gunn is only the beginning."
"Well, how about filling me in because I feel like I missed this part of the movie!"
Angel whirled around to face her, his expression a mix of anger and confliction. "How about these stupid decisions you're making for one! Giving up your humanity on a whim!"
"Oh, we're back to that are we? Well, I know for a fact that you did something rather similar! Yeah, the Powers showed me! You were human for a day and you gave it up and we all conveniently forgot!"
"That was different. I gave it up so that I could help others and to fulfill my destiny, not for some stupid, petty reason like."
"Like what Angel? Like love? Glad to know what you think about our relationship, if you could call it one. I'd have you know that I gave up mine to help others and you! I came back to be with you, yes, but also to be your seer, to help the hopeless, yadda yadda yadda. Not everything is about you!"
Angel glared at her, his body language very closed off. "You need to leave Cordelia."
"Oh, so now you're kicking me out because you know I'm right?"
"No, I'm kicking you out because I tried to before you even started."
"You should know me better than-"
"That's the problem Cordelia. I don't know you at all anymore. I wish you hadn't accepted the offer of the demon, and I wish you hadn't given up your humanity. You aren't the woman I fell in love with anymore." The instant the words came out, Angel wished he could take them back and wrap Cordy in his arms, but it was too late. He had said it and the look on her face said it all. The tears began to roll freely down her cheeks, her resolve broken.
Cordy lowered her eyes and wiped the tears with her hand. She looked up at him again, her chin raised and her jaw stiff. "Fine. I see how it is. See if I ever do anything for you again. I quit."
"You can't quit Cordy," Angel told her softly.
"I can so quit. See this," she motioned to herself with her hands. "This is me quitting. Find yourself another seer. One that more fits your expectations because I am who I am Angel. I thought you of all people could accept that." Cordelia walked out the door and slammed it behind her.
Angel stood in the dark room and felt his own tears begin to fall. He never meant to say that to her, it just came out. He wondered if he should go after her but then decided that it probably wouldn't do any good. He'd screwed things up.again.
Cordelia stood in front of her car and mentally slapped herself for leaving her keys inside the hotel. "There's no way in hell I'm going back in there now. I'll just call and have Fred bring them to me tomorrow." She began walking along the deserted street, headed for her apartment.
"Hey gorgeous," she heard someone say. Her skin crawled at the sound and she knew she was in trouble.
"So not interested," she snapped and turned to see a half a dozen vampires. "Oh shit."
"Yeah. We got a message for Angel, and you're going to deliver it."
"Oh, well, you'll have to deliver it yourself 'cause Angel and I don't work together anymore," she smiled nervously and backed away. They surrounded her.
"Don't worry, you don't need to talk to him to deliver this message. You're corpse will do it for you."
"Corpse? Oh, you mean I'm going to die, 'cause I already did that it and it just wasn't all they made it out to be." she said and then screamed as the vampire she assumed to be the leader advanced on her. "Freeze!" she yelled and pointed her finger at him.
He stopped and looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you doing?"
"Oh shit." she repeated when she realized that it didn't work. "Why do the Powers give me a power that doesn't work when I need it to? More importantly, why don't they ever warn me when I'm going to be the helpless? Help!!!!"
The vampires attacked her, and she fought them off to the best of her non- human abilities, but there was just too many of them. She felt her head hit the ground with a sickening crack and then welcomed the unconsciousness. As she faded, she heard a vaguely familiar voice.
"I suggest you get the hell away from the girl before I bloody dust you all."
Angel heard the commotion downstairs and finally went to see what it was all about. There he saw the last person he'd expected. "Spike, what are you doing here?" he asked coldly.
"It's bloody nice to see you too Angel," he answered sarcastically. "Now how about tell me what you said to the cheerleader to make her run off and almost get herself killed."
Angel's body stiffened and he took a couple of steps toward Spike. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the pack of vamps that planned to make you're seer dinner. Said somethin' about sending you a message. Planned to do that with a dead body, but I think that pretty much sums up the message without the death." He stepped aside and motioned to Cordelia's unconscious form lying on the front desk. For a split second Angel thought about how pissed she was going to be when she woke up and saw all the blood staining the smooth wood.
"Cor?" He saw the puncture marks that covered her body and felt a pang of guilt. If he hadn't said those things to her, she never would have run out and gotten into this mess. "It's all my fault."
"Well, I don't know the particulars, but by the way the vamps talked before I told the ones that were still alive to sod off, it is your fault. You are the one they were trying to get to. They were just using Cordy here as their messenger."
"I don't need your insight Spike," Angel snapped.
"Well, someone's got his knickers in a twist," he smiled and then regained his seriousness when he saw that Angel was not amused. "Look Angel, I don't know what happened back here, but I know you love the girl. Don't waste time blaming yourself right now and get down to business. I'm here to help if you want."
"Why are you really here Spike? Why did you come to LA?"
"That's not important right now. Let's get the cheerleader patched up and do some damage to the bastards that did this and then we'll talk Sunnydale."
Angel nodded for argument sake and leaned down to Cordelia. "Cordy?"
She opened her pain-filled eyes and whimpered. "Angel."
"Cor, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for all of this, all that you've gone through. If I had it to do all over again, I'd figure out another way for you to survive the visions without the demon aspect; I'd keep you from dying and having to give up your humanity to come back."
"Angel.I need to show you something." Cordelia reached for Angel's hand and as she gripped it, a bright light blinded him.
"How can I tell him Dennis? He's going to be so upset. I mean, do I just slip it into the conversation? 'Yeah, that was a great fight. We have some clients that haven't paid their bills yet. These visions are killing me. Literally. I'm dying.' For some reason it just doesn't flow," she sighed and looked out the window.
"What?" she heard a gasp from the doorway. She turned to see Angel.
"Oh, hi Angel."
"What do you mean you're dying?"
Cordy giggled nervously. "Oh, it's nothing Angel. Don't worry about it."
"Don't do that Cordelia."
"Don't do what?"
"Don't try and make this out to be no big deal dammit! Why didn't you tell me you're dying?" he asked, tears blinding him.
"Because I didn't know how. Did you hear the role play I just did? Did that work for you?"
"Cordy, I want to help you."
She smiled sadly at him. "There's nothing you can do Angel. I guess it's my destiny."
Angel looked at the hospital room. He wasn't sure he could do this. It had been weeks since her last vision, the one that had put her here in an unrecoverable coma. He had spent days on end at her side, sleeping in a chair at her bedside, his head resting beside hers on the pillow. He had talked to her and held her hand, hoping for any sign of awakening, but he received nothing. He had never given up hope, but today was the day.
The doctors said there was no chance of her coming back. The life support machine was doing the breathing for her and there was virtually no brain activity. It was time to let her go. He took his place at her bedside one last time and squeezed her hand gently. He knew she wouldn't want to be like this. He couldn't leave her this way. This wasn't living. It was just existing. It would be selfish of him to keep her breathing by machine. "I wish there was something we could have done Cordy," he told her quietly. "There should have been something the Powers could have done to save you. It shouldn't have happened this way."
"It's time Angel," Wesley whispered solemnly and Angel nodded. The doctor flipped the switch on the machine and Angel watched as Cordelia's chest slowly came to a standstill and listened as her heart came to a stop. He felt the tears choking at him.
"Call it?" one of the technicians asked the doctor.
"9:23 am."
Angel leaned down and pressed his lips to hers and felt a tear fall from his cheek.
Angel blinked and looked down at Cordelia. There she was, lying on the front desk, pretty beaten up, but definitely alive.
"Okay, that was bloody un-nerving," Spike said suddenly. "I think I may have permanent vision damage after that brightness."
Angel ignored the blonde vampire and looked down at his seer. "Oh Cordy, I'm sorry." For the first time he understood why she had accepted the demon becoming part of her, because, in that other reality, he would have wished it to spare her from that pain, and that death. "I understand now."
"It's about damn time," she whispered and Angel laughed slightly. There was the Cordy he had fallen in love with.
"Uh, I hate to break up this Hallmark reconciliation, but if she's going to be okay, we have another problem. The Slayer-"
"Buffy?" Angel asked with concern.
Cordelia groaned. Couldn't she just have one beautiful moment with iher/i vampire without someone, namely a little blonde slayer, ruining the mood?
"We've got a bloody right mess on our hands back in Sunnydale."
