A New Beginning Chapter 3
Wesley woke up to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing at him. He rolled over and hit it, making the machine shut up. He turned to see Fred still asleep. He figured her head still hurt form her last vision. He got up and rubbed his eyes. He un-stealthily walked to the bathroom and began to get ready. Fred began to wake up and heard the shower going. She sat up in bed and looked over to find Wesley absent. She looked towards the bathroom. Fred stood, rounded the bed and entered. Steam had already begun to fill the bathroom but she could still see. She headed to the sink and brushed her teeth. There's nothing a good morning kiss with bad breath. When she finished she headed to the shower. Wesley had a glass shower with blue and white designs on the outside. She knocked ever so lightly. Alarmed that Fred was hurt, Wesley, grabbed a towel hanging over the edge of the shower and stepped out. Fred blinked at him with her big doe eyes as she was standing in just her underwear. He smiled a smile that invited her in with him. She removed the rest of her clothing, and joined him in the heat. He massaged her neck and shoulders as she closed her eyes and let her muscles relax. It felt good to have some one give her a massage especially Wesley. When they finished showering Fred scurried out and grabbed a towel. The bathroom was colder than the actually shower. They quickly got dressed and headed to work. As they entered they bumped into Angel.
"Oh, good morning guys" Angel greeted.
"Hello" Wesley replied. Fred just stared at him.
"How are you feeling Fred?" Angel asked her, looking concerned.
"Well, all night it felt like someone was pounding a nail into the middles of my skull, how are you?" she said with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, well, I'm . . . fine" he said hesitantly.
"She's being sarcastic" Wesley tried to whisper.
"You think" she said giving him a look. "I'm sorry Angel, I'm just tired" she said apologetic.
"That's okay, I understand," he said. "Can you remember anything from the vision you had yesterday?" he asked.
"Um, all I remember were people running down a street." She said as she closed her eyes. "Something, a demon maybe was after them I think" she finished as she opened her eyes again.
"Well, that helps a little. Did you see a street sign?" he asked.
"I think it was Cabrillo drive," she said.
"Okay, we can start from there, I'll head out there when it hits night time and you and Fred can-" Angel began as he was interrupted by Fred's groan.
"Ughh" she said.
"Well, it's just a temporary plan you don't have to-" Angel began again.
"No, my head" she said.
"She's having another vision," Wesley informed Angel.
"Oh" Angel said rushing to her.
"Ahhh, oh God, I see two people, the same people, they're running from a beast. Oh gross" she said as she opened her eyes and realized Wesley was supporting her up. She stood fully by herself still leaning partially on Wesley.
"What happened?" Angel asked.
"Um the same people from yesterday, they were running from a beast. It was kinda tall, and had 3 eyes, then it decapitated them, ewe, ugh" she finished. "Are they all this gross?" she asked. Angel and Wesley looked to each other.
"Not all, but . . . " they said in unison.
"Okay, all gross, check" she said as she stood and began to walk to her office.
"So, what do you want to do?" Wesley asked.
"Well, I'll check it out tonight. You find out what kind of demon or beast this thing is," he said.
"On it" Wesley said following Fred. He walked in and found Fred sitting at her desk head down and a bottle of aspirin in her hand. He rushed over. The bottle was empty. "Fred, Fred can you hear me?" he asked lifting her head up.
"Yes, what are you doing?" she asked sitting up in her chair.
"I thought you took the whole bottle," he said standing.
"I did, like a week ago. I'm all out," she said as she put her head back down.
"Oh" he said as he walked over to the sink and got her a glass of water. "Here" he said handing it to her.
"Thanks" she said as she put the cold glass to her head. "Ahh, that feels better," she said.
"Well, I intended you to drink it, but whatever works" he said sitting in a chair across from her desk. She looked up at him and then laid her head down again. He watched as she shifted and tried to get comfortable. He then walked around the desk, scooped her up and walked over to the chair in the corner. He placed her down on it. He then sat next to her and rested her head on his chest. She snuggled into him as he draped a blanket hanging over the arm of the chair, on top of them. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her. Her hair smelled of a rose scented shampoo. He took in the smell of her and smiled as he fell asleep from exhaustion.
He woke a few hours later with no Fred next to him. He realized it was almost night and he hadn't researched at all. He got up and headed to his office. It was open and a crack of light entered the hallway. He slowly opened the door to find Fred at his desk with numerous books open, just as she threw one to the floor. Fred rested her elbows on the desk and put her head in her hands. He approached her and placed a hand on he shoulder. She looked up with wet eyes. He frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked as he knelt next to her.
"I can't find anything. This 'beast' doesn't exist and I've looked for hours and I can't find anything and Angel will be mad and I didn't want to wake you and my head still hurts, it feels like someone keeps punching me in the head and-" she rambled on.
"Shhh" Wesley said wiping tears from her eyes. "Don't worry, it'll be okay," he said. "I have new books that can help even faster," he said as stared into her eyes. "Come on" Wesley reassured as he stood her up and headed to a bookshelf. He took out a book and held it vertically. "Beast, tall, 3 eyes, decapitates victims" he said. He opened up the book and there were pages on three different demons that might be the possible one. Fred stared at the pictures.
"That one" she said pointing to a picture of a tall, scaly thing with 3 eyes.
"Let's see it says: This rare Ekothlar demon, lives in the sewers and comes up every four years to eat. It hibernates for as long as five years. Decapitates its' prey and then feasts on it" Wesley finished.
"That's the one alright" Fred replied. "We should probably tell Angel," she said as she headed out of the office. Wesley followed close behind with book in hand. Angel retrieved the information and headed out to fight.
Angel approached a tall scaly slimy thing strangling a man.
"Hey" Angel yelled. The beast turned around dropping the man. "Run" Angel said to the guy. He stood up and ran away into the night. "They never say thank you," Angel said to the beast. It roared in reply and charged for Angel. Angel ducked and stood behind it. He jabbed his sword into its back as it wailed in pain. He turned to face him and punched Angel to the ground. He stood again and charged at the demon. Then Angel stabbed his sword into its head as green slime shot out of the beast. The beast fell to the ground and transformed into a puddle of black, and then evaporated. "There's always slime" Angel said as he picked of his sword looked at it and grimaced. He walked away, heading for the office.
After Angel left, Wesley drove Fred home. She was tired and needed to rest. On the drive back to Wolfram and Hart, he thought about everything Fred went through. Was it fate that they met? Was she supposed to become the new seer? He didn't have the answers and right now his focus was on what will happen to Fred. He turned into the parking lot and saw Angel walking to his car. Angel waited as Wesley exited his vehicle and walked over to him.
"How'd it go?" Wesley asked.
"Fine, it's dead, and I saved the guy" he said.
"That's good, I was coming here to see if you needed me to do anything else?" Wesley asked.
"No, go home, rest. And take tomorrow off. Nothing extremely important is going on here, but call if Fred has another vision.
"Will do, see you later" Wesley said as he watched Angel head to his car. Wesley proceeded to his and went home. When he entered, Fred was watching TV on the couch.
"Hi" she said.
"Hello. Angel gave us tomorrow off," he said.
"That's good," she said standing and walking to him. She kissed him lightly. He smiled back as he took off his jacket and threw it on a chair. "You wanna know what I want to do right now?" she asked placing her hands on his chest.
"What?" he asked kissing her again.
" I want to take a nice hot, bubble bath," she said kissing him again in reply.
"That sounds nice," he said as he scooped her up in his arms and continued into the bathroom. He placed her down. Then he turned on the water and waited to adjust it. He put the plug in the drain and poured bubble bath in the water as Fred began to undress. Wesley went over to her. He unbuttoned her top and flung it to the floor, as she began to take off his shirt as well. It glided off his body and fell to the floor. They undressed each other quickly and headed to the tub. Fred got in first. Wesley slid into sit behind her. She rested up against him and as he rubbed her neck and shoulders. After soaking in the tub for a while Wesley stood and wrapped a towel around himself. He grabbed another towel and handed it to Fred. She stood wrapping it around herself and stepped onto the cold tile floor. They headed into the bedroom. Fred pulled out a black tank top and gray pants. She slipped them on and walked over to the bed. Wesley was getting into bed. He was wearing blue boxers. Fred crawled onto the bed, in a feline like manner, and snuggled close to Wesley. She closed her eyes as did her.
"Good night Wes" she said with a smile.
"Good night Fred" he replied holding her tightly.
"I love you," she said as she dozed off. Wesley eyes sot open. He looked to her sleeping form.
"Love you," he said as he kissed the top of her head and then fell to sleep.
The next day, they woke up reasonably late and realized they didn't have to go anywhere. Fred smiled up at Wesley and gave him a kiss, then turned onto her back and sat up a bit.
"So what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"Anything you want" he said.
"Well, it's almost noon, I'm going to get dressed then can we go to lunch?" she asked.
"Sure, be ready in a few minutes" he replied.
"Great" she said as she hopped out of bed and into the bathroom.
They spent the day together, going out to eat, shopping a little. Wesley had found a great little bookshop around the corner from his apartment; it just opened. He took Fred there as a treat. He knew how much she loved to read and there were plenty of old books that would spark her fascination. When they entered, Fred's eyes widened. It was a librarian's heaven. She looked around the stocked room, in amazement. So many texts both historical and enjoyable. Not to mention the other - worldly stuff. There was a whole section dedicated to demons, monsters, demonic languages, and especially portals. Fred made sure to stay away from that section. Even though she realizes that it was her professor that sent her to Pylea, she knows reading demonic languages you don't know, always turns out badly. She roamed the store for what seemed like forever, but that still wasn't enough time. The bookkeeper was closing already and they needed to leave. Fred quickly bought a few books that would keep her enthralled for a few days. They left the store content. Wesley was just glad she found something. Fred has read so many books, he knew a bookstore that combined earthly and demonic books, would be right up her alley. They went home to settle in for the night and so Fed could get started reading her new books.
A few weeks have passed. Fred's visions seem of the norm, well as normal as visions could be. She doesn't really complain too much of the headaches. She knows to pain and Wesley just assumed she got used to it. Still, Wesley could sense something was off. Fred never ever talked about the aftermath of her visions and usually Cordy would complain until the cows came home. He wanted to ask her about it, but was afraid she wouldn't. It was a touchy subject, but he needed to know she was okay. One night before they were nodding of to sleep, he turned his head slightly to look at her. She was reading, still, but seemed frustrated.
"Is everything okay?" he asked her. Fred turned her head to look at Wesley. She noticed worry in his eye even thought he hid it from his face.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they be?" she asked back as she swallowed hard.
"Well, I mean are the visions okay?" he asked. Fred looked away when he asked her. She looked to her book and hesitated.
"Well, there as good as they're going to get I suppose" she answered still looking at her book and raising it a little, as if to read. He put the book down and turned her head to look at him.
"You know what I mean. Is the pain getting . . ." he began. "Worse?" he finished. She turned her eyes down towards the bed and then back up at him.
"Well, it hasn't gotten better. The headaches last a little longer, and the visions are . . . smellier she said with a look of disgust on her face. "But other than that. I mean I assumed that's all normal right?" she replied.
"Well, I suppose. If it gets exceedingly worse, you need to tell me" he said.
"I know, I will," she said smiling a bit.
"All right. Well, good night" Wesley said kissing her and then settling fully under the covers. She smiled at him, closed her book and turned off the light. She snuggled close to him under the sheets. He lifted his arm for her to get closer. She hugged him and rested her head on his chest as he lowered his arm and pulled the covers up. The next day, everything appears to be going normal so far. Wesley is in his office reading and what not, and Fred is in her office going over the lab she recently performed. As she began to file the information into her computer when,
"Ahh" Fred yelled as pain emerged. She grabbed for her head and flung her head back. She tried to open her drawer and search for aspirin. Then she remembered that she left them in Wesley's office last time she had a vision. This vision hurt more and was different some how, longer. She reached for her phone. She dialed Wesley's extension. His secretary answered.
"Hello Wesley Wyndam Pryce's office, can I take a message?" she said as she answered the phone.
"Is Wesley there?' Fred stammered. As more shooting pain resided in her head.
"No, I'm sorry, he's in a meeting but shall be back any minute. Would you like to leave a message?" she asked. Fred did not answer right away.
"No, can you get him pleas-ahh" she said.
"Umm, hold on, let me see what I can do" the secretary said as she out Fred on hold and ran down the hall, she saw Wesley exiting the meeting. She ran towards him calling his name.
"Mr. Pryce" she called as Wesley looked up at her. "Some one is on line one, they said they needed to talk to you. It seemed urgent," she said. Wesley raced to the phone.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"They didn't say. It's a women and she broke into a scream at the end of -" she began.
"Fred" he replied picking up the phone. "Fred, Fred are you all right?" he asked.
"Wesley, I need the aspirin," she said.
"A vision?" what happened he asked.
"I . . I was typing and it hi-hit me so suddenly, please hurry," she pleaded. There was so much information to remember. She tried to write it down the best she could. Her hand was shaking and he eyesight was blurry. Wesley quickly hung up and ran to her office. He burst in to find Fred with her head down, cheek on the table, facing the door.
"Fred, what did you see?" he asked rushing over to her.
"On the paper" she whispered. He picked up the paper. It read: Beast, big, scaly. Fighting Angel. Restore balance between good and evil. Angel must fight, and choose between good or evil. Then Angel glowed with light when it died.
"Okay, where?" he asked.
"Turn it over," she whispered again. It said: West boulevard near an abandon office building.
"Okay, I'll call Angel. Are you okay?" he asked handing her aspirin. She took and from him, sipped her coffee and downed the drugs. She nodded and then put her head back down. He stood next to her and called Angel.
"Angel, It's Wesley" he replied. "Fred's had another vision, this one you'll want to learn more about" he said as he hung up. He placed the pone back on the receiver and rubbed Fred's back in circles with his hand. She closed her eyes and moaned as he relieved some tension from her. Wesley looked at the paper again and grew suspicious with worry, he reread the line, "Angel must fight, and choose between good or evil."
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Wesley woke up to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing at him. He rolled over and hit it, making the machine shut up. He turned to see Fred still asleep. He figured her head still hurt form her last vision. He got up and rubbed his eyes. He un-stealthily walked to the bathroom and began to get ready. Fred began to wake up and heard the shower going. She sat up in bed and looked over to find Wesley absent. She looked towards the bathroom. Fred stood, rounded the bed and entered. Steam had already begun to fill the bathroom but she could still see. She headed to the sink and brushed her teeth. There's nothing a good morning kiss with bad breath. When she finished she headed to the shower. Wesley had a glass shower with blue and white designs on the outside. She knocked ever so lightly. Alarmed that Fred was hurt, Wesley, grabbed a towel hanging over the edge of the shower and stepped out. Fred blinked at him with her big doe eyes as she was standing in just her underwear. He smiled a smile that invited her in with him. She removed the rest of her clothing, and joined him in the heat. He massaged her neck and shoulders as she closed her eyes and let her muscles relax. It felt good to have some one give her a massage especially Wesley. When they finished showering Fred scurried out and grabbed a towel. The bathroom was colder than the actually shower. They quickly got dressed and headed to work. As they entered they bumped into Angel.
"Oh, good morning guys" Angel greeted.
"Hello" Wesley replied. Fred just stared at him.
"How are you feeling Fred?" Angel asked her, looking concerned.
"Well, all night it felt like someone was pounding a nail into the middles of my skull, how are you?" she said with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, well, I'm . . . fine" he said hesitantly.
"She's being sarcastic" Wesley tried to whisper.
"You think" she said giving him a look. "I'm sorry Angel, I'm just tired" she said apologetic.
"That's okay, I understand," he said. "Can you remember anything from the vision you had yesterday?" he asked.
"Um, all I remember were people running down a street." She said as she closed her eyes. "Something, a demon maybe was after them I think" she finished as she opened her eyes again.
"Well, that helps a little. Did you see a street sign?" he asked.
"I think it was Cabrillo drive," she said.
"Okay, we can start from there, I'll head out there when it hits night time and you and Fred can-" Angel began as he was interrupted by Fred's groan.
"Ughh" she said.
"Well, it's just a temporary plan you don't have to-" Angel began again.
"No, my head" she said.
"She's having another vision," Wesley informed Angel.
"Oh" Angel said rushing to her.
"Ahhh, oh God, I see two people, the same people, they're running from a beast. Oh gross" she said as she opened her eyes and realized Wesley was supporting her up. She stood fully by herself still leaning partially on Wesley.
"What happened?" Angel asked.
"Um the same people from yesterday, they were running from a beast. It was kinda tall, and had 3 eyes, then it decapitated them, ewe, ugh" she finished. "Are they all this gross?" she asked. Angel and Wesley looked to each other.
"Not all, but . . . " they said in unison.
"Okay, all gross, check" she said as she stood and began to walk to her office.
"So, what do you want to do?" Wesley asked.
"Well, I'll check it out tonight. You find out what kind of demon or beast this thing is," he said.
"On it" Wesley said following Fred. He walked in and found Fred sitting at her desk head down and a bottle of aspirin in her hand. He rushed over. The bottle was empty. "Fred, Fred can you hear me?" he asked lifting her head up.
"Yes, what are you doing?" she asked sitting up in her chair.
"I thought you took the whole bottle," he said standing.
"I did, like a week ago. I'm all out," she said as she put her head back down.
"Oh" he said as he walked over to the sink and got her a glass of water. "Here" he said handing it to her.
"Thanks" she said as she put the cold glass to her head. "Ahh, that feels better," she said.
"Well, I intended you to drink it, but whatever works" he said sitting in a chair across from her desk. She looked up at him and then laid her head down again. He watched as she shifted and tried to get comfortable. He then walked around the desk, scooped her up and walked over to the chair in the corner. He placed her down on it. He then sat next to her and rested her head on his chest. She snuggled into him as he draped a blanket hanging over the arm of the chair, on top of them. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her. Her hair smelled of a rose scented shampoo. He took in the smell of her and smiled as he fell asleep from exhaustion.
He woke a few hours later with no Fred next to him. He realized it was almost night and he hadn't researched at all. He got up and headed to his office. It was open and a crack of light entered the hallway. He slowly opened the door to find Fred at his desk with numerous books open, just as she threw one to the floor. Fred rested her elbows on the desk and put her head in her hands. He approached her and placed a hand on he shoulder. She looked up with wet eyes. He frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wesley asked as he knelt next to her.
"I can't find anything. This 'beast' doesn't exist and I've looked for hours and I can't find anything and Angel will be mad and I didn't want to wake you and my head still hurts, it feels like someone keeps punching me in the head and-" she rambled on.
"Shhh" Wesley said wiping tears from her eyes. "Don't worry, it'll be okay," he said. "I have new books that can help even faster," he said as stared into her eyes. "Come on" Wesley reassured as he stood her up and headed to a bookshelf. He took out a book and held it vertically. "Beast, tall, 3 eyes, decapitates victims" he said. He opened up the book and there were pages on three different demons that might be the possible one. Fred stared at the pictures.
"That one" she said pointing to a picture of a tall, scaly thing with 3 eyes.
"Let's see it says: This rare Ekothlar demon, lives in the sewers and comes up every four years to eat. It hibernates for as long as five years. Decapitates its' prey and then feasts on it" Wesley finished.
"That's the one alright" Fred replied. "We should probably tell Angel," she said as she headed out of the office. Wesley followed close behind with book in hand. Angel retrieved the information and headed out to fight.
Angel approached a tall scaly slimy thing strangling a man.
"Hey" Angel yelled. The beast turned around dropping the man. "Run" Angel said to the guy. He stood up and ran away into the night. "They never say thank you," Angel said to the beast. It roared in reply and charged for Angel. Angel ducked and stood behind it. He jabbed his sword into its back as it wailed in pain. He turned to face him and punched Angel to the ground. He stood again and charged at the demon. Then Angel stabbed his sword into its head as green slime shot out of the beast. The beast fell to the ground and transformed into a puddle of black, and then evaporated. "There's always slime" Angel said as he picked of his sword looked at it and grimaced. He walked away, heading for the office.
After Angel left, Wesley drove Fred home. She was tired and needed to rest. On the drive back to Wolfram and Hart, he thought about everything Fred went through. Was it fate that they met? Was she supposed to become the new seer? He didn't have the answers and right now his focus was on what will happen to Fred. He turned into the parking lot and saw Angel walking to his car. Angel waited as Wesley exited his vehicle and walked over to him.
"How'd it go?" Wesley asked.
"Fine, it's dead, and I saved the guy" he said.
"That's good, I was coming here to see if you needed me to do anything else?" Wesley asked.
"No, go home, rest. And take tomorrow off. Nothing extremely important is going on here, but call if Fred has another vision.
"Will do, see you later" Wesley said as he watched Angel head to his car. Wesley proceeded to his and went home. When he entered, Fred was watching TV on the couch.
"Hi" she said.
"Hello. Angel gave us tomorrow off," he said.
"That's good," she said standing and walking to him. She kissed him lightly. He smiled back as he took off his jacket and threw it on a chair. "You wanna know what I want to do right now?" she asked placing her hands on his chest.
"What?" he asked kissing her again.
" I want to take a nice hot, bubble bath," she said kissing him again in reply.
"That sounds nice," he said as he scooped her up in his arms and continued into the bathroom. He placed her down. Then he turned on the water and waited to adjust it. He put the plug in the drain and poured bubble bath in the water as Fred began to undress. Wesley went over to her. He unbuttoned her top and flung it to the floor, as she began to take off his shirt as well. It glided off his body and fell to the floor. They undressed each other quickly and headed to the tub. Fred got in first. Wesley slid into sit behind her. She rested up against him and as he rubbed her neck and shoulders. After soaking in the tub for a while Wesley stood and wrapped a towel around himself. He grabbed another towel and handed it to Fred. She stood wrapping it around herself and stepped onto the cold tile floor. They headed into the bedroom. Fred pulled out a black tank top and gray pants. She slipped them on and walked over to the bed. Wesley was getting into bed. He was wearing blue boxers. Fred crawled onto the bed, in a feline like manner, and snuggled close to Wesley. She closed her eyes as did her.
"Good night Wes" she said with a smile.
"Good night Fred" he replied holding her tightly.
"I love you," she said as she dozed off. Wesley eyes sot open. He looked to her sleeping form.
"Love you," he said as he kissed the top of her head and then fell to sleep.
The next day, they woke up reasonably late and realized they didn't have to go anywhere. Fred smiled up at Wesley and gave him a kiss, then turned onto her back and sat up a bit.
"So what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"Anything you want" he said.
"Well, it's almost noon, I'm going to get dressed then can we go to lunch?" she asked.
"Sure, be ready in a few minutes" he replied.
"Great" she said as she hopped out of bed and into the bathroom.
They spent the day together, going out to eat, shopping a little. Wesley had found a great little bookshop around the corner from his apartment; it just opened. He took Fred there as a treat. He knew how much she loved to read and there were plenty of old books that would spark her fascination. When they entered, Fred's eyes widened. It was a librarian's heaven. She looked around the stocked room, in amazement. So many texts both historical and enjoyable. Not to mention the other - worldly stuff. There was a whole section dedicated to demons, monsters, demonic languages, and especially portals. Fred made sure to stay away from that section. Even though she realizes that it was her professor that sent her to Pylea, she knows reading demonic languages you don't know, always turns out badly. She roamed the store for what seemed like forever, but that still wasn't enough time. The bookkeeper was closing already and they needed to leave. Fred quickly bought a few books that would keep her enthralled for a few days. They left the store content. Wesley was just glad she found something. Fred has read so many books, he knew a bookstore that combined earthly and demonic books, would be right up her alley. They went home to settle in for the night and so Fed could get started reading her new books.
A few weeks have passed. Fred's visions seem of the norm, well as normal as visions could be. She doesn't really complain too much of the headaches. She knows to pain and Wesley just assumed she got used to it. Still, Wesley could sense something was off. Fred never ever talked about the aftermath of her visions and usually Cordy would complain until the cows came home. He wanted to ask her about it, but was afraid she wouldn't. It was a touchy subject, but he needed to know she was okay. One night before they were nodding of to sleep, he turned his head slightly to look at her. She was reading, still, but seemed frustrated.
"Is everything okay?" he asked her. Fred turned her head to look at Wesley. She noticed worry in his eye even thought he hid it from his face.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they be?" she asked back as she swallowed hard.
"Well, I mean are the visions okay?" he asked. Fred looked away when he asked her. She looked to her book and hesitated.
"Well, there as good as they're going to get I suppose" she answered still looking at her book and raising it a little, as if to read. He put the book down and turned her head to look at him.
"You know what I mean. Is the pain getting . . ." he began. "Worse?" he finished. She turned her eyes down towards the bed and then back up at him.
"Well, it hasn't gotten better. The headaches last a little longer, and the visions are . . . smellier she said with a look of disgust on her face. "But other than that. I mean I assumed that's all normal right?" she replied.
"Well, I suppose. If it gets exceedingly worse, you need to tell me" he said.
"I know, I will," she said smiling a bit.
"All right. Well, good night" Wesley said kissing her and then settling fully under the covers. She smiled at him, closed her book and turned off the light. She snuggled close to him under the sheets. He lifted his arm for her to get closer. She hugged him and rested her head on his chest as he lowered his arm and pulled the covers up. The next day, everything appears to be going normal so far. Wesley is in his office reading and what not, and Fred is in her office going over the lab she recently performed. As she began to file the information into her computer when,
"Ahh" Fred yelled as pain emerged. She grabbed for her head and flung her head back. She tried to open her drawer and search for aspirin. Then she remembered that she left them in Wesley's office last time she had a vision. This vision hurt more and was different some how, longer. She reached for her phone. She dialed Wesley's extension. His secretary answered.
"Hello Wesley Wyndam Pryce's office, can I take a message?" she said as she answered the phone.
"Is Wesley there?' Fred stammered. As more shooting pain resided in her head.
"No, I'm sorry, he's in a meeting but shall be back any minute. Would you like to leave a message?" she asked. Fred did not answer right away.
"No, can you get him pleas-ahh" she said.
"Umm, hold on, let me see what I can do" the secretary said as she out Fred on hold and ran down the hall, she saw Wesley exiting the meeting. She ran towards him calling his name.
"Mr. Pryce" she called as Wesley looked up at her. "Some one is on line one, they said they needed to talk to you. It seemed urgent," she said. Wesley raced to the phone.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"They didn't say. It's a women and she broke into a scream at the end of -" she began.
"Fred" he replied picking up the phone. "Fred, Fred are you all right?" he asked.
"Wesley, I need the aspirin," she said.
"A vision?" what happened he asked.
"I . . I was typing and it hi-hit me so suddenly, please hurry," she pleaded. There was so much information to remember. She tried to write it down the best she could. Her hand was shaking and he eyesight was blurry. Wesley quickly hung up and ran to her office. He burst in to find Fred with her head down, cheek on the table, facing the door.
"Fred, what did you see?" he asked rushing over to her.
"On the paper" she whispered. He picked up the paper. It read: Beast, big, scaly. Fighting Angel. Restore balance between good and evil. Angel must fight, and choose between good or evil. Then Angel glowed with light when it died.
"Okay, where?" he asked.
"Turn it over," she whispered again. It said: West boulevard near an abandon office building.
"Okay, I'll call Angel. Are you okay?" he asked handing her aspirin. She took and from him, sipped her coffee and downed the drugs. She nodded and then put her head back down. He stood next to her and called Angel.
"Angel, It's Wesley" he replied. "Fred's had another vision, this one you'll want to learn more about" he said as he hung up. He placed the pone back on the receiver and rubbed Fred's back in circles with his hand. She closed her eyes and moaned as he relieved some tension from her. Wesley looked at the paper again and grew suspicious with worry, he reread the line, "Angel must fight, and choose between good or evil."
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