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A/N: Well, well, well. I abandoned this story a long time ago because I lack patience and time. BUT now, two years have passed and every now and then someone favorites my story or adds it to their alerts and I can't help but want to give you guys more.

This chapter is dedicated to FairyNinjaPrincess, whose review gave me the kick in the ass I needed to actually pick up this hopeless case. So, here it is, my pathetic attempt at finishing a long forgotten work…I hope it goes well—

Angel's office; it wasn't badly furnished…it was horribly furnished. I think his taste in furniture died when he did. I flexed my back as I took in the pitiful room, noticing that Spike seemed to appreciate the motion. I smiled to myself, playing with him could be fun; a cat needed toys.

Angel's office came complete with its own set of people, a few of them human, a few of them not so human. The first smell I noticed was coming from a demon—a green demon—who appeared to be covered in a blue goo. Surprisingly, he smelled like apples; this made no sense to me but who was I to judge? His eyes and horns were red, he had no tail that I could see and he appeared to have the appropriate amount of fingers and toes.

Gunn took his seat on the couch next to the green demon. By the time Spike and I arrived in the room, he had managed to remove his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and become completely out of place. Perched on the side of the couch was an intellectual (he reeked of stale volumes) that looked as if he had aged fifty years sometime recently. I mentally catalogued a question to ask him later, as he appeared to know the answer to too many unsolved riddles.

Then behind him, almost protectively, stood a young woman with blue hair and a blue band of skin on around the top of her head, framing her cadaver-white complexion. She was tinged blue throughout, really, suggesting a demon that manifested in a human host. That poor girl, I thought.

Behind me, entering the office after we had was the blond secretary that smelled of rodent blood and was obviously even more airheaded than she looked. She only glanced at me and then at Spike before losing interest and leaving the room.

Everyone stared around the room at each other, waiting for someone to speak. I was never one for silence, so I said, "Are we actually going to talk or just stand here quietly till we all die of old age?"

Angel cleared his throat saying, "Yes, well… Evangeline, this is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," he pointed to the Englishmen, "Lorne," the green demon, "and Illyria," the blue demon.

"Illyria," I said, surprised. She looked up, "I haven't seen you… in a very long time."

The blue demon studied me closely then spoke, "You were the Seer that transfused me into my newest prison."

"That was me, yeah," I said, examining my fingernails in a manner that deemed the blue-haired demon queen unimportant. Illyria stepped around the couch and advanced toward me with a half-angry half-curious look on her face. "I should kill you," she said, stopping directly in front of me.

A growl resonated from deep within my throat and when I opened my mouth to reply, a feral hiss escaped. "I'd like to see you try," I said, still growling.

Wesley stood from his position on the couch arm to intercept Illyria and Spike grabbed my arm from where he stood at my side. "Now, Illyria, we discussed this…" began the tired-looking man.

At the same time Spike told me, "Let's not get off on the wrong footsies on the first day in the office, pet. She's got the wrong toes to step on and all that."

When I returned my attention to the blue-haired demon she looked annoyed with her human companion. Wesley tipped his head toward me and gave Illyria a certain strange look. "I apologize for threatening to kill you, there are no real feelings behind this expression but I am told it is… polite."

I nodded once, curtly, "Likewise," I replied. The tension seemed to defuse a little with the human able to relax. I could sense that the entire team in the room was very sensitive to this human's emotions, they were trying to form a protective cushion based on how upset he was. I deduced that whoever Illyria had taken from these people was especially important to this man.

Gunn removed a notepad from a briefcase that sat beside the couch saying, "Well, we'll bring Miss O'Malley up to speed on the situation and learn a few things about her and then we can all go get a good day's rest, right?"

The green demon, Lorne, grunted and rested his head on his hand. Angel settled in behind his desk, drinking in the vibes from the room. Spike perched on the edge of Angel's desk and I sat in a posh looking high-backed chair in the far corner of the room.

"So, Miss O'Malley, how is it that the visions that you receive about upcoming events are not dictated by the Powers that Be?" asked Gunn.

I began removing my boots as I started speaking, I could tell this would be a long conversation. "From what I have learned about myself over the years, it is because I am a creature born solely of this Earth. The first and last of my kind is here, they did not make me while they were corporeal, and they did not dictate my creation— in short: I am not theirs. As for my visions, I stole them."

Everyone's head, except Illyria's (because this explanation sounded perfectly logical to her), turned to me with looking varying from very confused to intrigued. I sighed, rolled my eyes and continued, "The Powers that Be didn't actually know I existed until I killed one of their precious Seers. Then, they sent various creatures after me trying to figure out who and what I am. One of the things that they sent after me was what some call a Looker. Lookers are designed by the Powers so that they can see whatever that person is seeing.

"Anyway, that round of their cronies actually caught me. When they did, they took me to some god awful smelly meditation room in which they forced me to travel with them into the realm of the Powers so that they could study me. It's safe to say that I wasn't a happy camper when I woke up, and I did the only logical thing to do: I fought. One of the high priests to the Powers was nearby, so I attacked him. I managed to get a hold of him by grabbing this ugly robe that he was wearing. I ended up tearing off his necklace and falling back into my own body.

"It's safe to say that I ran for a couple of years without slowing down or stopping to breathe. When I finally did, I realized that I always knew where to run because I knew what was going to happen—like everything…" after saying this, I shrugged out of my jacket. "So I began digging up whatever I could on this symbol," I pulled back my tight fitting black top to show the group the raised engraving of the necklace on my collarbone. You see, in the Power's little out-of-phase-land, the symbol is interpreted as a necklace, meant to be removed and passed on. However, in our world, it is a permanent mark that dictates a position as True Seer for the entire life of the wearer.

"As it turns out, the high priests to the Powers are True Seers; they get the uninhibited picture of what's to come about the future. Then, they relay the information to the Powers who in turn, gives their Seers on Earth only the bits that they want to give out. By stealing the High Priest's core, I stole his sight, ya' know, because they gouge out their own eyes and everything…" I made a disgusted face and finished gladly, "So that sight coupled with my being hidden from the Powers give me well… an uninhibited view of the future coupled with absolutely no Powers pressure."

I leaned back in my chair, quite proud of myself for successfully explaining everything about myself. Gunn, who had abandoned writing down my explanation about halfway through, sat on the couch with a stunned look on his face. Lorne had fallen asleep most likely before it even started and the two vampires, the wise human, and Illyria were all nodding like the whole thing made complete sense.

I twitched my nose and got up from my chair. Without making a sound I moved to the door to Angel's office and opened it. A surprised looking Harmony stood on the other side, with her ear pressed up against the door. "Hello, Harmony," I said sweetly, making a grab for her. Before my hands touched her body, she was running away. I knew she was long gone and that she had heard our entire conversation and that now she was going to tell her little Looker boyfriend.

"Well," said Spike, "I'm pretty sure we're screwed now."

I shook my head and twitched my nose. Gunn watched me expectantly from his seat awaiting my answer to his question. Before I fully settled into my chair and began removing my boots, because I knew that my answer would be long winded, I stood and walked to the door of Angel's office. I opened the door and grabbed Harmony before she could react. There was a loud BAM as I slammed her head into the door, knocking her out cold.

I drug her into the room and deposited her in the middle of the floor. "Well," said Spike, "I'm pretty sure that could have ended badly."

I nodded, "Trust me."

I sat back down in my chair and began removing my boots. "From what I've learned about myself over the years—"

I finished my explanation and relaxed fully into the uncomfortable chair that I was sitting in.

"Damn," was Gunn's reply. I shrugged nonchalantly.

Before Gunn could ask his next question I said, "Now you want to know how the future stands as I see it now." I smiled. "Well let me just tell you… it involves a massive undead/demon army and a dragon…"