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Chapter 4
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Cordelia came out of the kitchen with a tray of coffee cups. "Alright... Coffee for... ever... y... on..." I immediately turned my head to her, sensing something was wrong. She stuttered as I saw her drop the tray. The teacups smashed on the floor and the pieces flew in all directions. I leaped off my chair in shock and noticed the smash had startled everyone. Gun discarded the axe he was cleaning and ran to her. Her hands touched her forehead and she closed her eyes. She began to hyperventilate as images raced through her brain. Her body slightly convulsed as Gun held her, trying to keep her from collapsing. We all crowded around them until it was over. She opened her eyes as Gun slowly led her to the couch.
"A gang of Vampires... about 5 or 6... they looked like... they were going to... attack... some homeless people... at Lakeshore park." She stumbled, breathing between words. I heard a door open behind me and Angel waltzed out of his office. He was standing right beside me as he inquired about Cordelia. "What happened? What did Cordy see?" He said as he continued to stand beside me. My eyes wondered and I found myself staring at his black silk shirt. Examining the way the fabric clung to his torso. When I felt his eyes upon me, I casually turned back to Cordelia.
Fred handed her a glass of water and she sipped it sluggishly. Still a little shaky, she repeated her vision to Angel. While he was being informed, Gun and Wesley headed to the weapon's cabinet beside the main doors. "We'll take this one Angel" Wesley insisted, holding a medium sized axe. He grabbed a few stakes and shoved them in his coat pockets. Gun hid a stake under his pant leg and removed a sword from the cabinet.
"Are you guys sure you can take this one alone?" Angel asked them, folding his arms in disbelief. Gun ignored his comment of doubt and headed for the door. "I'm sure we'll be fine... but if we aren't back by sunrise..." Wesley trailed off as Gun ushered him out the door.
Cordelia put one arm around Fred's shoulders and helped her up the stairs. "Poor Cordelia" I whispered to myself, feeling merciful. "Yeah... it's too bad we can't do anything to help her." Angel said, still standing beside me. "Why didn't you go with them?" I suddenly wondered, as I turned and faced him. He mumbled for a moment and I asked him to speak up. "I thought maybe I would stay here and we could train tonight" he offered. "Tonight?" I repeated, suddenly feeling anxious. "Yeah... I mean, unless you have something else to do" "No no" I said too quickly, my voice raising in pitch. I coughed nervously. "Tonight is good."
Chapter 4
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Cordelia came out of the kitchen with a tray of coffee cups. "Alright... Coffee for... ever... y... on..." I immediately turned my head to her, sensing something was wrong. She stuttered as I saw her drop the tray. The teacups smashed on the floor and the pieces flew in all directions. I leaped off my chair in shock and noticed the smash had startled everyone. Gun discarded the axe he was cleaning and ran to her. Her hands touched her forehead and she closed her eyes. She began to hyperventilate as images raced through her brain. Her body slightly convulsed as Gun held her, trying to keep her from collapsing. We all crowded around them until it was over. She opened her eyes as Gun slowly led her to the couch.
"A gang of Vampires... about 5 or 6... they looked like... they were going to... attack... some homeless people... at Lakeshore park." She stumbled, breathing between words. I heard a door open behind me and Angel waltzed out of his office. He was standing right beside me as he inquired about Cordelia. "What happened? What did Cordy see?" He said as he continued to stand beside me. My eyes wondered and I found myself staring at his black silk shirt. Examining the way the fabric clung to his torso. When I felt his eyes upon me, I casually turned back to Cordelia.
Fred handed her a glass of water and she sipped it sluggishly. Still a little shaky, she repeated her vision to Angel. While he was being informed, Gun and Wesley headed to the weapon's cabinet beside the main doors. "We'll take this one Angel" Wesley insisted, holding a medium sized axe. He grabbed a few stakes and shoved them in his coat pockets. Gun hid a stake under his pant leg and removed a sword from the cabinet.
"Are you guys sure you can take this one alone?" Angel asked them, folding his arms in disbelief. Gun ignored his comment of doubt and headed for the door. "I'm sure we'll be fine... but if we aren't back by sunrise..." Wesley trailed off as Gun ushered him out the door.
Cordelia put one arm around Fred's shoulders and helped her up the stairs. "Poor Cordelia" I whispered to myself, feeling merciful. "Yeah... it's too bad we can't do anything to help her." Angel said, still standing beside me. "Why didn't you go with them?" I suddenly wondered, as I turned and faced him. He mumbled for a moment and I asked him to speak up. "I thought maybe I would stay here and we could train tonight" he offered. "Tonight?" I repeated, suddenly feeling anxious. "Yeah... I mean, unless you have something else to do" "No no" I said too quickly, my voice raising in pitch. I coughed nervously. "Tonight is good."