Part 5 – Glove of Myhnegon or was that Calgon?
Two weeks after the SAT exams.
Cordelia sat at the table of the library looking as awed as the rest of the group at the appearance of a new watcher, Mrs. Gwendolyn Post, straight from England to watch Faith. It was not very amusing watching her take Giles down several notches about the quality of books in his library. Plus she was droning on worse than Giles ever did about some glove called Calgon...take me away please.
"So what is the big with this glove anyway?" Cordelia asked, wondering why no one had asked earlier.
"It is quite powerful and in the wrong hands. Mr. Giles is it really necessary to have all these children present, this is really council business." Mrs. Post addressed to her fellow watcher, annoyed with all the people present.
"They stay." Buffy said firmly.
"Yeah." Faith added, crossing her arms in a similar fashion to how Buffy had crossed her arms.
"Very well then...." Ms. Post started, Cordelia ignored her, it sounded like the beginnings of another all night research session. One that Cordelia had decided that she truly did not want to partake. She had to finish reading Wuthering Heights for her AP English class and wanted to get a head start on her essay on the book. She had not gotten very far, and figured a whole night of researching some glove would be a bad idea for her GPA.
"Okay then, well since no bait is required, I am going to bail on the whole research thing." Cordelia said, standing up, wanting to not have to suffer through more of the Scooby meeting. She had not broken up with Xander yet, and Angel had decided firmly that he was not revealing his presence until she did so.
The past two weeks had been comfortable for her, living at the Crawford Street Mansion with Angel. They had entered into an easy routine, which was really nice. Angel had only gone all broody on her twice, both due to arguments relating to exposing both of their secrets. Eventually, Angel stopped sulking, probably because when he was at his worst, Cordy simply sat in his lap and hugged him tightly. It always led to kissing. His kisses drove her crazy, and she had never slept so well in her entire life, walking up in his arms in the morning. She was frustrated that things had not gone beyond kissing and groping, but part of her was glad that it couldn't because she just wasn't sure she was ready yet. She was also afraid to tell him that his no-groiny curse was potentially lifted when Willow restored his soul. If he found out would he run back to Buffy?
Cordelia said her goodbyes and then left the High School, she wanted to go home and see her vampire.
At the Mansion
"Honey, I am home" Cordelia called out in a sing-song voice, like something out of a 1950's TV show.
"Out here" Angel shouted from the court yard, which was nicely shaded and on the eastern side of the mansion.
Cordelia walked outside and licked her lips when she found a very sweaty Angel wearing loose fitting sweatpants that hugged low on his hips. "Hello salty goodness." Cordy said under her breath.
Angel stretched and flexed his muscles, knowing he was looking quite impressive, and feeling much stronger than he had, even before getting sent to hell by Buffy. "Hello yourself" Angel said, looking Cordelia up and down, "How was your day?" He asked.
He always asks me how my day was, he cares, Cordy thought. "Oh you know the usual, pop quiz in History, and thanks to you I am sure I did well, all that tutoring about ancient history," she teased him, she was taking 18th century European history and it was wonderful to hear the stories of what really happened. Even the eviler ones when Angel was Angelus, he told her such good bedtime stories.
"Well I am glad to hear that, I figured you weren't listening, too busy sleeping through." Angel teased her, he walked over to the spot she had stopped in and wrapped his arms around her.
"Eww...your all sweaty Angel, I didn't know Vampires sweated, seems to go against the whole lack of body heat thing." Cordy said she still hadn't gotten him to spill all the idiosyncrasies there were to being a vampire.
"I like my sweaty arms wrapped around you, I like having you covered in my scent." Angel said in a very vampirish way.
"Again...Ewww" Cordy started to say, when Angel lowered his lips and captured hers in a tender, welcome home kiss.
"So is that it?" He probed, loving hearing about every second of her day, waiting to hear her say the words the magic words – that she and Xander were finished. Even though he new she hadn't touched him in weeks, he could tell, he still needed her to break it off with him.
"No, not it, the council sent a new Watcher for Faith, Gwendolyn Post."
"Hmm, interesting." I wonder why they did that?
"Yes and she is all blah blah blah...strict training...better books in the library, basically a more uptight and English than even Giles is, hell she called him an American." Cordy said.
"More English than Giles?" Angel chuckled, it was hard to think of anyone more English than Giles.
"Yes, without a doubt. In any event there is another big bad ready to crash onto the Sunnydale scene, some type of glove, mygone, calgon, something like that."
"You mean the Glove of Myhnegon?" Angel asked, now fully engaged in their conversation.
"Yes that is it that is what Mrs. Post called it. You have heard of it?" Cordy inquired.
"It grants the wearer great powers, and the ability to call forth armies to do the wearer's bidding. Not a pretty sight. I think I had heard rumors that a collector here in Sunnydale had taken possession of it in the late 1930's, and had it buried with him." Angel talked as he moved away from Cordelia to pick up the towel on the bench and wrap it around his neck.
"How do you know all this stuff Angel?" Cordy was amazed at how much trivia he held in his brain about old stuff, and how very little he knew about modern pop culture.
"I have been around saw it used briefly when I was in Italy. Lets just say it was not a pretty sight."
"Well if you know where it is, then we should go get it and bring it back for Giles to destroy or do whatever." Cordelia said firmly resting her hands on her hips.
"No, you are staying here, I will go and check out the cemetery and see if the glove is where I think it might be hidden. I don't want to have to worry about you getting hurt." Angel said firmly back to the cheerleader.
"Pfft...a little cemetery run, I have been doing those since I was a sophomore, I can handle myself, I am going. Period." Cordelia said, staring down the vampire. She was not going to be relegated to doing nothing now that Angel was all protective guy.
Angel wanted to continue the argument, but decided that it was most-likely a loosing battle. Plus how dangerous is the cemetery?
...later that night at the Restfield Cemetery
"Angel...wait up...your legs are longer than mine!" Cordelia shouted, trying to keep up with the fast moving vampire.
"Cordy...shhhh...do you want every creature of the night to know we are here, stop being bait girl and hurry up." Angel said in a loud whisper, and slowing down his pace. He looked back and enjoyed the view of Cordelia. It was fun to have her around.
Cordy caught up with Angel, "You really think it is here?" She asked in a normal voice, not even close to a whisper.
"I don't know...but it is worth checking. Here, the Hanson crypt lets go in and see if we can find it." Angel said, pushing open the door to the musty crypt. A poof of dust and dead smells rolled out of the crypt.
"Ugh...no way, I go in there and I am sure to get all dirty, plus it smells bad." Cordelia didn't mind the cemetery runs, but hated the tours of local crypts. Her luck would have it that some dead guy, not completely decomposed would be laying out for her to see. No Thank You.
"Alright, stay close to the door, if you hear anything, or see anything non- human scream okay. Actually, why don't you hum...that way I will know you are okay." Angel requested. He didn't like digging around a stinky crypt anymore than she did, but this was important.
"Hum??" Cordelia looked at him puzzled.
"Yes, if you stop humming, then I will know that something got you and covered your mouth preventing a scream." Duh, Angel thought.
"Oh, that is a good idea. What should I hum?" Cordy could tell that this conversation was starting to annoy Angel, and well it was fun.
"Anything Cordelia, and it doesn't need to be loud, vampire hearing remember." Maybe he should drag her in with him or they could just bicker all night.
"Well I only know new stuff, I don't think I could hum anything by Beethoven or something that you would be familiar with." Dig on his age, that gets him riled every time.
"Cordelia, you can hum Happy Birthday for all I care. Now do you want to stand out here all night deciding what to hum, or are you going to come with me?" Angel was annoyed.
Cordelia instantly started humming Happy Birthday and smiled at her vampire.
Angel shook his head and entered the crypt.
....over the ridge
Xander entered the Restfield Cemetery and took stock of his surroundings...creepy, very very creepy. If only he had not felt guilty about almost getting caught by Giles in the library while kissing Willow again he would not be out here looking for this glove thinger all by himself. He took a look around the cemetery, wishing that tombs were alphabetical, cause it was going to take all night for him to locate the Hanson tomb.
What was it about kissing Willow, with no one else around, that made it exciting, dangerous? He just couldn't help himself. Plus Cordy had not kissed him in over a week. Were things done?
"Hey that tune sounds familiar." Xander said outloud, hearing the strains of a song being hummed in the night breeze. Xander slowly started moving toward the noise and found himself looking at Cordelia.
She was standing outside of a crypt, the Hanson crypt no less, with her hands clasped behind her back, humming.
What is Cordelia doing in the middle of the cemetery humming? Xander thought, and was about to move and confront her when a man came out of the crypt, the way Cordy was standing his view was blocked. He saw the man put a hand on her shoulder, and in the other was holding a wrapped bundle.
"EEEEKKKK!!!" Cordelia shouted, feeling Angel's hand on her shoulder, surprising her at his sudden appearance.
"Cordy...shh" Angel said, looking briefly around the cemetery, checking to see if anything popped up.
"Angel, I am so getting you a bell!" Cordy shouted, upset that he had scarred her again.
"You just need to listen more carefully. I got it." Angel said proudly.
"Good job, lets get out of here and go home." Cordelia said, then stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sounds good sweetheart." Angel said putting his free arm around her shoulder and began their trek out of the cemetery.
"Sonofabitch!" Xander swore under his breath at the scene he just witnessed. So that is why Cordelia has been so distant, she has hooked up with Angelus. "I better go find Giles." Xander said leaving the cemetery to find the watcher.
Two weeks after the SAT exams.
Cordelia sat at the table of the library looking as awed as the rest of the group at the appearance of a new watcher, Mrs. Gwendolyn Post, straight from England to watch Faith. It was not very amusing watching her take Giles down several notches about the quality of books in his library. Plus she was droning on worse than Giles ever did about some glove called Calgon...take me away please.
"So what is the big with this glove anyway?" Cordelia asked, wondering why no one had asked earlier.
"It is quite powerful and in the wrong hands. Mr. Giles is it really necessary to have all these children present, this is really council business." Mrs. Post addressed to her fellow watcher, annoyed with all the people present.
"They stay." Buffy said firmly.
"Yeah." Faith added, crossing her arms in a similar fashion to how Buffy had crossed her arms.
"Very well then...." Ms. Post started, Cordelia ignored her, it sounded like the beginnings of another all night research session. One that Cordelia had decided that she truly did not want to partake. She had to finish reading Wuthering Heights for her AP English class and wanted to get a head start on her essay on the book. She had not gotten very far, and figured a whole night of researching some glove would be a bad idea for her GPA.
"Okay then, well since no bait is required, I am going to bail on the whole research thing." Cordelia said, standing up, wanting to not have to suffer through more of the Scooby meeting. She had not broken up with Xander yet, and Angel had decided firmly that he was not revealing his presence until she did so.
The past two weeks had been comfortable for her, living at the Crawford Street Mansion with Angel. They had entered into an easy routine, which was really nice. Angel had only gone all broody on her twice, both due to arguments relating to exposing both of their secrets. Eventually, Angel stopped sulking, probably because when he was at his worst, Cordy simply sat in his lap and hugged him tightly. It always led to kissing. His kisses drove her crazy, and she had never slept so well in her entire life, walking up in his arms in the morning. She was frustrated that things had not gone beyond kissing and groping, but part of her was glad that it couldn't because she just wasn't sure she was ready yet. She was also afraid to tell him that his no-groiny curse was potentially lifted when Willow restored his soul. If he found out would he run back to Buffy?
Cordelia said her goodbyes and then left the High School, she wanted to go home and see her vampire.
At the Mansion
"Honey, I am home" Cordelia called out in a sing-song voice, like something out of a 1950's TV show.
"Out here" Angel shouted from the court yard, which was nicely shaded and on the eastern side of the mansion.
Cordelia walked outside and licked her lips when she found a very sweaty Angel wearing loose fitting sweatpants that hugged low on his hips. "Hello salty goodness." Cordy said under her breath.
Angel stretched and flexed his muscles, knowing he was looking quite impressive, and feeling much stronger than he had, even before getting sent to hell by Buffy. "Hello yourself" Angel said, looking Cordelia up and down, "How was your day?" He asked.
He always asks me how my day was, he cares, Cordy thought. "Oh you know the usual, pop quiz in History, and thanks to you I am sure I did well, all that tutoring about ancient history," she teased him, she was taking 18th century European history and it was wonderful to hear the stories of what really happened. Even the eviler ones when Angel was Angelus, he told her such good bedtime stories.
"Well I am glad to hear that, I figured you weren't listening, too busy sleeping through." Angel teased her, he walked over to the spot she had stopped in and wrapped his arms around her.
"Eww...your all sweaty Angel, I didn't know Vampires sweated, seems to go against the whole lack of body heat thing." Cordy said she still hadn't gotten him to spill all the idiosyncrasies there were to being a vampire.
"I like my sweaty arms wrapped around you, I like having you covered in my scent." Angel said in a very vampirish way.
"Again...Ewww" Cordy started to say, when Angel lowered his lips and captured hers in a tender, welcome home kiss.
"So is that it?" He probed, loving hearing about every second of her day, waiting to hear her say the words the magic words – that she and Xander were finished. Even though he new she hadn't touched him in weeks, he could tell, he still needed her to break it off with him.
"No, not it, the council sent a new Watcher for Faith, Gwendolyn Post."
"Hmm, interesting." I wonder why they did that?
"Yes and she is all blah blah blah...strict training...better books in the library, basically a more uptight and English than even Giles is, hell she called him an American." Cordy said.
"More English than Giles?" Angel chuckled, it was hard to think of anyone more English than Giles.
"Yes, without a doubt. In any event there is another big bad ready to crash onto the Sunnydale scene, some type of glove, mygone, calgon, something like that."
"You mean the Glove of Myhnegon?" Angel asked, now fully engaged in their conversation.
"Yes that is it that is what Mrs. Post called it. You have heard of it?" Cordy inquired.
"It grants the wearer great powers, and the ability to call forth armies to do the wearer's bidding. Not a pretty sight. I think I had heard rumors that a collector here in Sunnydale had taken possession of it in the late 1930's, and had it buried with him." Angel talked as he moved away from Cordelia to pick up the towel on the bench and wrap it around his neck.
"How do you know all this stuff Angel?" Cordy was amazed at how much trivia he held in his brain about old stuff, and how very little he knew about modern pop culture.
"I have been around saw it used briefly when I was in Italy. Lets just say it was not a pretty sight."
"Well if you know where it is, then we should go get it and bring it back for Giles to destroy or do whatever." Cordelia said firmly resting her hands on her hips.
"No, you are staying here, I will go and check out the cemetery and see if the glove is where I think it might be hidden. I don't want to have to worry about you getting hurt." Angel said firmly back to the cheerleader.
"Pfft...a little cemetery run, I have been doing those since I was a sophomore, I can handle myself, I am going. Period." Cordelia said, staring down the vampire. She was not going to be relegated to doing nothing now that Angel was all protective guy.
Angel wanted to continue the argument, but decided that it was most-likely a loosing battle. Plus how dangerous is the cemetery?
...later that night at the Restfield Cemetery
"Angel...wait up...your legs are longer than mine!" Cordelia shouted, trying to keep up with the fast moving vampire.
"Cordy...shhhh...do you want every creature of the night to know we are here, stop being bait girl and hurry up." Angel said in a loud whisper, and slowing down his pace. He looked back and enjoyed the view of Cordelia. It was fun to have her around.
Cordy caught up with Angel, "You really think it is here?" She asked in a normal voice, not even close to a whisper.
"I don't know...but it is worth checking. Here, the Hanson crypt lets go in and see if we can find it." Angel said, pushing open the door to the musty crypt. A poof of dust and dead smells rolled out of the crypt.
"Ugh...no way, I go in there and I am sure to get all dirty, plus it smells bad." Cordelia didn't mind the cemetery runs, but hated the tours of local crypts. Her luck would have it that some dead guy, not completely decomposed would be laying out for her to see. No Thank You.
"Alright, stay close to the door, if you hear anything, or see anything non- human scream okay. Actually, why don't you hum...that way I will know you are okay." Angel requested. He didn't like digging around a stinky crypt anymore than she did, but this was important.
"Hum??" Cordelia looked at him puzzled.
"Yes, if you stop humming, then I will know that something got you and covered your mouth preventing a scream." Duh, Angel thought.
"Oh, that is a good idea. What should I hum?" Cordy could tell that this conversation was starting to annoy Angel, and well it was fun.
"Anything Cordelia, and it doesn't need to be loud, vampire hearing remember." Maybe he should drag her in with him or they could just bicker all night.
"Well I only know new stuff, I don't think I could hum anything by Beethoven or something that you would be familiar with." Dig on his age, that gets him riled every time.
"Cordelia, you can hum Happy Birthday for all I care. Now do you want to stand out here all night deciding what to hum, or are you going to come with me?" Angel was annoyed.
Cordelia instantly started humming Happy Birthday and smiled at her vampire.
Angel shook his head and entered the crypt.
....over the ridge
Xander entered the Restfield Cemetery and took stock of his surroundings...creepy, very very creepy. If only he had not felt guilty about almost getting caught by Giles in the library while kissing Willow again he would not be out here looking for this glove thinger all by himself. He took a look around the cemetery, wishing that tombs were alphabetical, cause it was going to take all night for him to locate the Hanson tomb.
What was it about kissing Willow, with no one else around, that made it exciting, dangerous? He just couldn't help himself. Plus Cordy had not kissed him in over a week. Were things done?
"Hey that tune sounds familiar." Xander said outloud, hearing the strains of a song being hummed in the night breeze. Xander slowly started moving toward the noise and found himself looking at Cordelia.
She was standing outside of a crypt, the Hanson crypt no less, with her hands clasped behind her back, humming.
What is Cordelia doing in the middle of the cemetery humming? Xander thought, and was about to move and confront her when a man came out of the crypt, the way Cordy was standing his view was blocked. He saw the man put a hand on her shoulder, and in the other was holding a wrapped bundle.
"EEEEKKKK!!!" Cordelia shouted, feeling Angel's hand on her shoulder, surprising her at his sudden appearance.
"Cordy...shh" Angel said, looking briefly around the cemetery, checking to see if anything popped up.
"Angel, I am so getting you a bell!" Cordy shouted, upset that he had scarred her again.
"You just need to listen more carefully. I got it." Angel said proudly.
"Good job, lets get out of here and go home." Cordelia said, then stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sounds good sweetheart." Angel said putting his free arm around her shoulder and began their trek out of the cemetery.
"Sonofabitch!" Xander swore under his breath at the scene he just witnessed. So that is why Cordelia has been so distant, she has hooked up with Angelus. "I better go find Giles." Xander said leaving the cemetery to find the watcher.