next part of my Willow-Fic ... :)
next part of my latest idea.
respect BtVS spoilers up to 7 and AtS 4!
(So that no one said he had not been warned ...)
"Here. Keep the rest" Willow gave the taxi driver a note after he had parked their suitcases on the sidewalk and re-entered.
"I wonder what you do in this house. It is deserted and no one dares to enter more. Many say it's cursed." He saw his passenger on a little worried. It could not well be serious, like they would stay ... "Let me worry about his ... I have experience with it," Willow replied
cool.
"As you wish. But I warned you." The driver finally started the engine and drove off. Willow looked after him until he was bent over at the next junction and disappeared from their sight. Then turned the Arrivals and sighed loudly.
"I am now ..." She inhaled deeply to calm her nerves a little. On the way here she had thought about what to say if they should take on the team. But you wanted to think of anything clever, and now she stood there, wondering whether they the right was doing. But she gulped down their concerns and helped clean the case. Inside
joined Willow on a deserted hall. The hotel was empty - as it seemed, had for months. She started when the clicking of her shoes echoed loudly. It was all a bit spooky. She carried the suitcase to the lowest level of the stairs and put it there. She started again when the door slammed behind her, while the windows rattled loudly. For a moment she stared at the door as if there are the ugly monster that she has seen. "Oh great, just what is happening here?" Finally she straightened up and looked around. "The last time was literally hell going on and now it has mutated into a haunted house. "disappointment was felt that no one was here and she could not forget the search well. Well great, then the flight was good for nothing. She went over to the reception desk in order for something to look for that you'd say something where the others had disappeared to. In it, now rose to the concern, in particular the vampire with a soul. He saw the last time not look very stable, as it differs from his adopted to Faith to drive back to Sunnydale.
Behind the counter the whole content of the desks lay on the floor and the writing surfaces distributed. It seemed as if someone had searched for a particular item or here were broken piece of the tents been. probably both had been. Willow picked up a book that lay open on the floor and flipped around a bit inside. It was one of those books that Wesley was probably used for research. And all the leaves seemed well records of cases to be the Angel Investigations had once worked. But nothing that could really help her further.
you straightened up and turned to the office. There were on the same disorder as in the lobby - papers scattered all over, books on the shelf, at the bottom on the table, broken Wesley tea service and the pictures hung askew. Willow realized that someone here probably had devastated the area in anger. So nothing special - yet there was this wave. A feeling that told her that something different was in order and not in this room. That something happened that everything had changed.
The witch felt this feeling it the air and cutting it to its knees. She closed her eyes as she was quite taken by this sense of possession. Countless pictures began to penetrate to them - without any logical sequence. She saw Cordy presented her pregnant belly as she lay in bed and sleep seemed like people came from a deity to worship. She heard the name "Jasmine" and she ran out shivers down my spine. She felt the despair of Angel, when he realized that he would lose the people most important to him were: Cordy and Connor. And they saw what happened here. Angel had accepted the offer. He had sold his soul to the evil. With a deep breath
proposed Willow irritated and upset her eyes again. Her breathing was fast and they had trouble calming her heart again. It has never been as severe as this time
Not like the last time since they went through the first time. Back then they were only a few days in London and Giles was worried what would happen. It turned out that she could imagine with what had happened. However, they could not control these newfound ability - yet.
The witch got up and smoothed their clothes. Her head is still haunted by the image around, as Angel took the desperate decision to kill Connor. But mostly they disturbed the idea that Angel gave up the fight and the temptations of evil had surrendered. Her head swam with the experienced emotions - despair, helplessness and hatred.
you hastily left the office and grabbed the suitcase escape from this place of destiny can be. How the hell could this happen? How could anyone allow this?
was only when they are out on the street, stood up, again reassured Willow slowly. The taxi driver had been right - this place is cursed. Her heart slowed down and came back to a normal pace. And her breathing calmed down. The feeling of suffocation was gone and the images haunted no longer in her head around. She sat down for a few minutes and looked at the hotel. There was much has happened - perhaps too much.
After a few minutes she made her way to look for another one. The case was hovering behind her to ground level, he was too heavy for her.
*****
Willow had no idea what to do with the newfound insights. Her head was still been a little confused when she had finally found a room. Therefore, they had postponed any consideration of this matter until the next day.
tried over breakfast at the nearby Cafe Willow figure out how did they proceed further. Angel was not a good idea of who knew what he would be on it. Probably the others had followed him. All - except Cordy. Willow knew of her only that she was in a coma. Maybe Angel had taken her and left her now treated by the doctors at this company. Great prospects to progress. Wait, had not even Cordy that spirit in her apartment? But it would still have other people there live long ... How do you explain those that you want to talk to a ghost? Willow sighed and dipped her croissant into the coffee. Actually, yes I want to look
Oz - a little out of boredom and a bit of concern - but now I'm looking for the others.
She bit off of her croissant and looked around a little. Think helped too failed. It was still morning, the sun slowly, however, already contributed their zenith. The cafe was empty accordingly. Except for a few people she was the only other guest. The waitress took a little bored impression as they refill the coffee and wiped the counter. You probably also belonged to those people who probably had other dreams and yet ended up here, because they had to support a family. The decor was somewhat kept cool, the seats along the walls looked ready to eat and durchgesäubert.
But the coffee was good. Willow smiled when she came to this realization and took another sip from her cup before she continued her reinkrümelte croissant.
A few minutes later she was sitting in a taxi and was on his way to Cordys former apartment. She stared out the window while driving, and discovered how the city had changed and how the people were on the streets. She herself still felt tired, despite the strong and good coffee. It probably had to be due to the time difference.
"oppression they what, Miss?"
"Huh, what?" Willow looked forward to the driver, which they carefully was screened during a stop at a red traffic light.
"You look like you would be something on your mind ..."
"Oh, yes this Well, it has changed much -. The city, the people and other things"
"Yes, the city is always changing - and I stand so constantly stuck in traffic." The traffic light changed to green again and the driver drove on. "Where are you from then, if I may ask?"
Willow saw a moment out the window. "Sunnydale," she finally said, remembering the many beautiful moments they had experienced there. "But now I live in England."
"Is Sunnydale. Which is now not a huge hole? You Television showed it to him. Creepy ... "
Willow nodded.
" They seem to have a few memories. I'm sorry if I hit a sore spot. "
" That's okay, could you really do not know. "Willow took the apology with a smile on the front. Only now she realized that the driver is not much older than she even could be. But the way they behaved, showed that they had some idea how people tick.
"I think we're there." The driver stopped and pointed to the residential complex on the other side .
Willow looked around, then again for the driver and finally she opened the door to rise. But before she got out, rummaged her for her purse. "Here. You can keep the rest." She handed the driver the money.
"Thanks."
Willow got out and shut the door.
"Hey, and if you ever need a taxi - ask for Renee, okay?" The driver said the offer quite honest. She has had many guests, but this woman was special, it just did not know why. Then she went on.
Willow looked after her with a certain nervousness. She had absolutely no idea how to explain to people that they wanted to talk to the spirit. After a moment she
had found the right house number, and knocked. Inwardly, she cursed herself know that she had gone as far as strangers to mind. "Willow, you've once again attempt it well ... And what we say now?" Nor was time to just go without attracting attention. But something prevented her, it was the idea that Cordy was living, and above all awake. Maybe they could help with this spirit find out where she could find them. In the meantime, she would have long since Oz ... But here there was more, something more true and she wanted to help bring the back in order.
The rising crack the door in his thoughts back to reality. "Good day. I did not want to bother you ... But I have an urgent request ... My name is Ros-Cordelia?"
TBC
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