Part 1

Cordelia opened her eyes, an awful migraine invades her as the light dazzled her a little, and it took her moment to have a normal sight. Then she noticed that she was in Angel's arms.

"Talk to me, what did you see?" Angel said gently.

"It was weird, as if it had already happened." Cordy replied.

"Like with Billy?" Fred asked.

Cordelia got up with Angel's help. "Yeah, but," She saw the picture of the dead young woman Gunn was talking about, "Oh God!"

"What?" Angel asked.

"That's her!"

She went quickly to get the newspaper and looked closer at the picture. That was the young woman in her vision.

"It's her; it's her that I saw." Cordelia stated.

Wesley glanced at Angel. "How's that?"

"A demon killed her, it, it aspired something out of her. It was strange. The girl seemed to be in pain, and when the demon was finishes, she fell, dead." Cordelia answered, upset.

Fred frowned. "But she was found tied up to a tree in the forest, they said that the savage animals killed her."

Fred took the newspaper from Cordelia

" "Casanova had cut a streak of her hair, stripped her, tied her up to a tree, and left her to the savage animals. They finished the work..." " She read.

Cordelia shook her head. "It's not true, it's a lie, I don't know why he does that, but she was already dead when they arrived in the forest."

Gunn said to Angel, "So, wasn't I right that this case was for us?"

Angel glared at him.

"Well, first we have to find what demon it is that you saw." Wesley spoke.

"It was rather fuzzy," she touched her forehead and closed her eyes. "It was tall with two big mouths but not a single tooth."

"That's it?" Gunn asked, surprised.

"I got the visions not the details, if you're not content, you go to the power to make a complaint, not to me!" She snapped.

"Woua, ok, I was just sayin'."

Fred was confused. "It's strange that this man makes believe that these women died naturally…"

"Maybe he doesn't want to draw attention on his buddy the demon." Angel suggested with a shrug.

Cordelia rubbed her forehead and mumbled. "What a charming guy!"

Angel looked at Cordelia; she kept touching her forehead as if to take away her pain.

Her visions are getting worse, and she doesn't say a thing, she suffers in silence!

He stepped closer to Cordy

"Are you okay?"

Cordelia forced smile. "Yes, why?"

"Maybe you should go home."

"Why? You guys need me for research."

"Cordy, Angel's right, go home, we'll handle it." Wesley said.

"I'm fine, I promise."

"Cordelia, go, I gave you the day off. Don't complain!" The English man pressed.

Cordelia shrug and replied nonchalantly. "Fine, see ya'll tomorrow then."

She took her bag and left.

Angel looked at the door. "Its' getting worse."

"I know, that's why I gave her the day off." Wesley answered.

Gunn shook his head. "What are you talking about, if Cordy was in that much pain, she'll tell it. It's not like her to suffer in silence."

Wesley glanced at him. "You could be surprise."

"She's changed a lot, she took it all on her shoulders." Angel added.

"You should talk to her." Wes said.

"I was going to." He turned to Fred. "You found something?"

"No, I must confess that Cordelia's description was rather vague, but I'm sure that with perseverance, I'll find a small clue."

Cordelia parked her car in front of her building, and hurried to go up to her apartment. She didn't notice that a man with a mask was watching her from across the street.

"Tonight you'll be mine!" The masked man said in a low voice.

A few hours later, at sunset, Cordelia closed her book, went to the bathroom and turned the water on. Her migraine had left a long time ago but she was still much tensed.

As always after a vision, and I'll only feel better when that case is over.

She went to the kitchen, took a lasagna out of the freezer, and then took a knife from the drawer. She put her meal in the microwave oven to warm it up and set the table.

I take a good bath, and then a « good » meal then I go to bed.

She run to the bathroom and turned the water off, fortunately it hadn't overflowed yet. She took off her shirt and was in a small tank top witch she was going to remove when she heard a strange noise in the hall. She carefully got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to take a knife. It was probably Dennis, but with all the kidnapping these days, she'd better be careful. She advanced slowly and arrived in the hall, the door was large opened and had obviously been forced. Cordélia took a deep breath, feeling a wave of fear seize her. She got closer to the door and looked in the corridor, it was empty.

Then someone attacked her from behind, grabbing her waist with one hand to keep her still while the other hand put a rag with a product on her nose. Cordelia reacted abruptly by stepping back, her aggressor nearly fell but recovered soon his balance. Not for to long because Cordy was struggling and made them both fall on the kitchen's table which broke down with their weight. The plate and the glass broke and Cordelia felt something enter the flesh of her left arm. That's when she remembered that she had a knife in her hand. She raised it and planted the knife in her aggressor's abdomen. He bit back a moan of pain but release her.

Cordy stood up painfully and got out of the apartment. It was like her legs didn't want to work anymore, and indeed as she was quickly descending the stairs as fast as she could, her legs failed and she fell the rest of the stairs rolling. When she arrived at the bottom, the shock was brutal and extended in all her body. She was in great pain and was half-groggy but still tried to stand up, it was a waste of time because her legs didn't obey to her anymore and she felt that she was also beginning to lose the control of her arms

What's happening to me? Angel, help me !

She tried to crawl to the door of the caretaker, he'd help her. But then she saw a corpse 5 feet away from her: the caretaker. If the large puddle pool of blood he laid in was any indications, he was dead. Cordelia wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. Then she wanted to shout but no sound left her throat. She was no longer controlling any inch of her body.

Oh God, help me, please!

She heard steps, her aggressor was back

He was laughing. "Waou, you went very far, people don't usually even make two feet, but then, they don't stab me either." He got closer to her and turned her so he could admire her. Her face was neutral but he could read fear in her eyes. "Don't be afraid, you are with Casanova."

With that he took a syringe and injected her a product, a few seconds later she fell unconscious. Casanova took her in his arm and took his time to admire her perfect body, then he stepped over the caretaker's body and left. A few minutes later, a door slowly opened and an old woman came out trembling, she had heard everything. She saw the caretaker's body, raised a hand at her mouth and quickly went in her apartment to call the police.