Disclaimer:- me no own … you no sue …. All ideas belong to Darklight … I merely am responsible for the wanton destruction and manically insane twisting and maiming of them to make them become this story... Sorry Darklight
Cordelia Chase sat on her bed in her newly acquired dump of an LA apartment. Staring with the stunned mullet expression on her face at the letter she had just received. It was to inform her that her mothers best gal pal from boarding school in England had recently passed away naming her mother as the sole career of her only child, but due to her mothers rather recent disappearance due to the IRS trouble, that duty of care now fell to Cordelia. Cordelia sighed and continued to read the letter, not only would she be looking after said child, she would also be living in a big, beautiful mansion in London with access to more money than she had in Sunnydale. But now Cordelia knew enough about the other end of that spectrum to realize the child would probably need rich kid behavior modification lessons, which she was well equipped to teach. Included in the letter was a one-way ticket to London from LA and instructions saying to only bring the basics, everything else would be provided on arrival and that a private car would be waiting for her at the airport door. Checking the ticket for flight details Cordelia realized she only had a few hours till the plane was due to depart, so she quickly stuffed the remainder of her mail, thus far unopened into her suitcase/carry all bag and rushed around her apartment packing up everything she owned, which took her the better part of an hour before she emptied all the remainder of her funds to get a cab to the airport.
Once she was well on her way to the airport, Cordelia dug out the ticket and examined it in more detail, noting things she had missed before, such as the fact that it was a first class ticket in what she knew from past experience would be a window seat. Then her attention turned back to the child, and she drew the letter out of her handbag to re read it. Nothing. Zip. Zap. Zero. Nada. Not a single clue as to the age, sex, appearance or anything about the child, or the child's father. Where was he? Mother deceased … father? Actually she was rather inclined to believe that the father was a no good berk. Her own experience with rich fathers showed that they were rather inclined to leave their children, who they desperately loved when the going was good, in the lurch the moment anything turned against them. Here her musings were cut short, as the taxi had just arrived at the airport. There was no time to think as she went through all the rigmarole involved in catching a plane.
Once the plane had been in the air for about an hour the air hostesses started coming around with the hideous stuff they called food. Which as she hadn't had much money recently (remember just enough to get a cab to the airport) even the airplane food felt good in her empty stomach. After polishing off the last of the meal, she settled back for a nice long nap, she had enough time to sleep and then still spend hours slaving over her appearance before they arrived in London. As she drifted to sleep, her thoughts turned back to the mystery child of her mothers childhood friend … whom she knew next to nothing about …
Same deal as usual … u read and review mine … I'll read and review yours … more is coming as soon as I write it but as I start uni on the 27th of Feb don't expect much just yet … Hope you enjoy … yes I am insane and thouroughly enjoy tormenting characters and twisting the plot to my own ends … (evil laugh) nope didn't give u a single clue as to who the child is (more evil laugh ending with coughing fit) … Oh I love my life … nobody ever suspects me of being innately evil but I am ….
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