"Ready?" Wes questioned nervously, eyeing Cordelia as she stood in the circle of lit candles that he had created on the floor, "If you don't want to do this, I can go..or Gunn. I understand it could be difficult to-"
"Wes. Stop yammering and send me back, 'kay?" Cordelia requested patiently, wondering what his deal was. An eyebrow arched as she put her
hands on her hips. "You think I can't do this!"
The British man backed off, raising his hands as if to defend himself. "I have every bit of confidence that you can pull this off, Cordelia, I just wanted to
be sure that this is what you wanted." He really did know that she was capable of bringing Angel back, but..he'd read the Watcher's Diaries and was
aware of what Liam was like. He doubted that Cordelia would like what she found.
Flashing her 100-watt smile at him, she folded her arms under her breasts, looking very sure of herself. "Do it."
Giving a nod as if he had been defeated, Wesley took a seat on the floor in the middle of the circle of unlit candles. Lighting a match, he began to chant
in Latin, lighting one candle at a time. He really hoped this went wrong, and it simply brought Angel back to the present..but that was extremely doubtful.
When the spell had been completed and he looked up to see Cordelia, he found himself looking only at thin air.
"Wes, are you sure it-" Cordelia trailed off as she opened her eyes. They immediatly snapped wider when she fully comprehended her surroundings.
"A whore house! I'm in a damned whore house!"
Indeed she was. One look at the women dressed in trashy 18th century gowns and sitting on men's laps, squirming around..well, you got the picture.
Sighing, she glanced around her immediate surroundings. A chamber pot in the corner, a bucket full of water..some sort of disgusting, primitive bathroom.
"Aye, Miss, you done washin' up?" Cordelia glanced up, eyes connecting with those of a rather ugly old woman. Her pale skin was wrinkled and deep
folds hung over numerous others. She was the most modestly clad woman in the room, wearing a heavy brown skirt and a white blouse with loose
sleeves. She opened her mouth to speak, but the old woman simply grumbled and shoved her out of the way, "Typical. Girl not knowing her place in the house, giving Old Maggie hell for no reason."
Cordelia put her hands on her hips and glared in Old Maggie's direction, wondering what type of bug was up her ass. Deciding that the old woman needed someone to stand up with her, she was about to step forward when a pair of hands planted themselves firmly on her pelvis.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, buddy, but I-" She whirled around, stopping instantly when she caught sight of just who had their hands on her. "A-Angel?"
It indeed was Angel, only not. Liam's long hair was tangled, hanging in his chocolate covered eyes as steady puffs of heavy breath made strands billow forward. "Aidan, you're the only angel here." He tilted his head to the side, eyes drifting from the top of her head to her feet. "What's this? Dressing like a whore and in a whore house? Now, now, now.." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"What the hell?!" She jerked away from him, then looked down at her clothes. "Oh..I..eh?" The first thing she encountered were her breasts that were nearly spilling over the top of the tight white corset she wore. Looking down further, she saw the white belle skirt and black shoes. Eyes wideneding, she rushed towards the "wash room". He'd called her Aidan..why? Huffing, she moved toward the mirror to check her face and hair. As she looked into the mirror, a loud scream filled the whore house.
"Oh god..oh god.." The woman in the mirror had straight black hair, bright green eyes, and creamy skin. "Whose body am I in?!"
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"Wes. Stop yammering and send me back, 'kay?" Cordelia requested patiently, wondering what his deal was. An eyebrow arched as she put her
hands on her hips. "You think I can't do this!"
The British man backed off, raising his hands as if to defend himself. "I have every bit of confidence that you can pull this off, Cordelia, I just wanted to
be sure that this is what you wanted." He really did know that she was capable of bringing Angel back, but..he'd read the Watcher's Diaries and was
aware of what Liam was like. He doubted that Cordelia would like what she found.
Flashing her 100-watt smile at him, she folded her arms under her breasts, looking very sure of herself. "Do it."
Giving a nod as if he had been defeated, Wesley took a seat on the floor in the middle of the circle of unlit candles. Lighting a match, he began to chant
in Latin, lighting one candle at a time. He really hoped this went wrong, and it simply brought Angel back to the present..but that was extremely doubtful.
When the spell had been completed and he looked up to see Cordelia, he found himself looking only at thin air.
"Wes, are you sure it-" Cordelia trailed off as she opened her eyes. They immediatly snapped wider when she fully comprehended her surroundings.
"A whore house! I'm in a damned whore house!"
Indeed she was. One look at the women dressed in trashy 18th century gowns and sitting on men's laps, squirming around..well, you got the picture.
Sighing, she glanced around her immediate surroundings. A chamber pot in the corner, a bucket full of water..some sort of disgusting, primitive bathroom.
"Aye, Miss, you done washin' up?" Cordelia glanced up, eyes connecting with those of a rather ugly old woman. Her pale skin was wrinkled and deep
folds hung over numerous others. She was the most modestly clad woman in the room, wearing a heavy brown skirt and a white blouse with loose
sleeves. She opened her mouth to speak, but the old woman simply grumbled and shoved her out of the way, "Typical. Girl not knowing her place in the house, giving Old Maggie hell for no reason."
Cordelia put her hands on her hips and glared in Old Maggie's direction, wondering what type of bug was up her ass. Deciding that the old woman needed someone to stand up with her, she was about to step forward when a pair of hands planted themselves firmly on her pelvis.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, buddy, but I-" She whirled around, stopping instantly when she caught sight of just who had their hands on her. "A-Angel?"
It indeed was Angel, only not. Liam's long hair was tangled, hanging in his chocolate covered eyes as steady puffs of heavy breath made strands billow forward. "Aidan, you're the only angel here." He tilted his head to the side, eyes drifting from the top of her head to her feet. "What's this? Dressing like a whore and in a whore house? Now, now, now.." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"What the hell?!" She jerked away from him, then looked down at her clothes. "Oh..I..eh?" The first thing she encountered were her breasts that were nearly spilling over the top of the tight white corset she wore. Looking down further, she saw the white belle skirt and black shoes. Eyes wideneding, she rushed towards the "wash room". He'd called her Aidan..why? Huffing, she moved toward the mirror to check her face and hair. As she looked into the mirror, a loud scream filled the whore house.
"Oh god..oh god.." The woman in the mirror had straight black hair, bright green eyes, and creamy skin. "Whose body am I in?!"
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