Squaw Valley & Kirkwood

Will not give up on you - the next part:)

So after me lightningr5 a Conversation has helped to an idea, I can finally post that part.

Hope you like it. :)

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If fishing master was in ignoring others, Cordy was a specialist, to reach their goals in an unusual way. And the more hair they left in his room or bathroom to be blocked, the more they claimed his place in the refrigerator and his blood bottles just beside hinstellte, the more it all over their stuff as widely distributed, the closer they got their goal. But it took a long time before a final draft action be brought completely to overflowing. The blood
liked the vampire for a short while upset, but changed nothing in the long term situation. It took what already bigger, more intimate and Cordy knew there was something that Angel guarded well. She had caught him one day as he played with it for a moment. As if to let the memory of a bygone era back to life. She knew not what it was, he put it once again small in the chest before she could see it.
And because they no longer get rid of the feeling that it was valuable, it is now crept into his room while he was out and did whatever he did. Leaving the door ajar, she walked on tiptoe, holding their breath to chest on a small table standing near the bed. For a moment she just stood there and looked at the old pattern of wood carving that decorated the rim. Carefully she let go with one finger on the sampled lines and finally tried to lift the lid. He was not locked. Anyone who has
lifts things up in a chest that can be closed down? Slow to make any unnecessary noise, she put the cover next to the chest on the small table. She did not know exactly how far Angel was removed, so they had better be careful. Had to overdo it.
The chest concealed a remarkable for they content. It was empty except for this little ring. For a moment she looked at the ring in Appearance brought her candle. He seemed to be old, very old. Cordy seized with an uneasy feeling, and looked a little nervous about. Only after she dared to lift the hoop. She noted that the surface was completely smooth, worn over time. It was a simple hoop, made of wood. At some point it will have been probably once painted with color.
Cordy put the candle on the table and let her fingers curious about this little piece of jewelry, hiking, every little bump, not yet smoothed by time and touch, were felt.
The candle light flickered for a moment and let the shadows dance. Cordy looked up, startled, and discovered Angels figure in the door. In his eyes reflected the light and lit a raging flame. Cordy froze, she had not heard him. He must have seen probably the candle out. He slowly came closer and realized he was no longer accessible. His whole appearance formally shook with rage at this insolence, she had been guilty. Step by step he moved closer and gradually more Cordy back on until she was finally reached on the wall.
As the vampire on the hunt came closer, his goal leaving sight of the gleaming black.
"Angel ... I'm sorry. I did not want ..." Cordy held out the ring, which he her ripped from his hand. The jewel seemed frail in his big hands.
"Dare never again to come into my room and sniff for things that do not concern you." The coldness in his voice let Cordy shudder. The animal instinct, goaded on by his demon bubbling, just below the surface. There was not much, and he would lose control.
"Nobody Nobody holds Cathy's ring on." This time, let Angel resonate a growl to show his unspoken threat.
Cordy nodded and he let go of her. "Cathy? Who is Cathy?" she asked, still shocked, but surprised nevertheless. She relaxed her stance on the wall and watched Angel as the ring almost tenderly laid back in the chest.
He raised his head and looked at her intently. As Cordy saw something in his face that she had never seen before, he had opened. On its face, the memory was clearly visible. The anger was gone, only the sadness remained.
"Angel, I'm sorry. I did not think he meant to you so much ... I"
"Cathy was my sister, she gave me the ring as a gift at that time I saw her the last time was before I to have become a vampire, "he said. His voice was quiet now, barely audible.
Cordy would have never thought that he had always had this little piece with them, and also as Angelus.
"Listen ... I have just been thinking about our situation ... I think we need to change some things, Cordelia."

*****

"Angel, you know, what is your problem?" Cordy asked as she tried to bring the little radio brought in her room to work.
"No. But I'm sure you'll tell me the same ..." Angel stood in the doorway and watched them in their attempt, but did no move to help her. He still had not much left for them, but he had no other option than to include them with you. But at least he knew why he did it.
Cordy smiled. "You have never learned how to conduct a conversation? 100 years are a very long time - I know it. I also think that you therefore also to the problem children "count."
problem children ...? Cordys response confused the vampire one hand and on the other hand, angered him.
"I make it or even to keep for a day, the flap ... I got the last 100 years, writes the lyrics delivered each of my soldiers once ... "
" The last 100 years? "Now Angel was totally confused. What he heard did not fit to her. So old they could never be in life ... "How is that possible?"
"Oh, I've never told you that I am not a man?" She looked up and grinned at him innocently.
Angel shook his head, disbelief in his face.
"So much for the smell of vampires ..."
"Huh?" Only in the next moment it clicked for Angel and he realized that he could smell it. Instead, he had been busy, get rid of them.
Cordy could not resist a laugh. Angel could sometimes be so dense.
your laughter let him stand a little more like an idiot. And that did not like the vampire. "How old are you really, Cordelia?"
"Well, what year did we?"
"Uh ... 2003." It was always better. She did not even know what year we have - and this is the best be visionary, they have?
"Oh."
Angel looked surprised, as Cordy started to count their age on his fingers.
"I would have to be about 270 years old," Cordy said finally.
"270 years?" Stunned the vampire could not be more. He was now completely in the room and sat on her bed while they continue on at their little table rumbastelte radio.
"And damn well kept, no?" She turned like a fashion model and relied on their brilliant smile.
Angel stared at Cordy as she turned off, relying on his knees. It was a beautiful piece that he had learned there. A visionary, older than himself.
"Angel!"
your cry let him boot from his thought. Her smile was gone, instead it was replaced by a serious facial expression, which promised nothing good. "What?"
"work for you ..."
"Vision?"
"Right ... So, a young woman, no wait, it's a couple ... I can not see clearly, but I think she has blonde hair. Ouch! Woah, he has beaten, beaten .. . Oh no, he intends to kill them ... "
"Where?" There was now no matter whether he liked his new seer or not Job was Job.
"the port. We have to hurry, Angel!"

"Where are they? We have already examined all the docks ..." The vampire let out a disgruntled sigh.
"Not all of them. We have forgotten one. The old that is not used anymore ... and he is back there already!" Cordy was meant in the direction, whereupon Angel abruptly turned the car.
"Woah, Angel." Cordy held on to the door.
They had the vision the couple found both very fast and jumped out of the car, angling toward man and Cordy for the blonde woman who was on the ground.
The vampire was the man just stop them to leave the cherished lighter fall into the pool at his feet. He could not avoid that this went to the nearest wall to the ground.
"Oh my God!" Cordy first had to swallow once empty. The smell of gasoline rose biting her in the nose. He wanted to get rid of them so after they had become well annoying. They immediately looked at the woman lying on the ground for signs of life and found it finally in the weak pulse of the carotid artery. "Thank God, we have arrived in time." She tried to awaken the unconscious. "Hey ... wake up." Meanwhile, Angel
care to the offender. But the fight did not last very long because the offender had no chance against the angry vampire align something. After just a few minutes he was unconscious and never moved again. But Angel wanted to be sure, and tied down the deceased. Only Then he turned to Cordy and the unconscious. When he knelt down
to them, looked at him Cordy, questioning with a view.
"He will do it no more. The next few hours, at least not more ..."
"Good. We must bring them to the nearest hospital."
These words stirred the young woman, she seemed to wake up from their unconsciousness.
"Why?"
"why?" Angel, are you blind? Have you seen you once? "If we do not there, maybe they will not survive the night. He has almost beaten to death, and she almost ignited. And you ask why do we have to take them to a hospital? " Your worried Eyes were now given way to one who made her Outraged nature all too well. "Imagine such a question never again, right?" After a moment she stared into his eyes, her Irate unit was dissolved by further stirring and moans of women in air.
Angel was hurt, she had no reason for him such a simple question right to pass Sun Even if the question was perhaps a little stupid after all. "I suppose." He put his arms around his neck of the woman and took her up. Cordy followed him as he took her to the car and carefully put on the back seat.

"And, how this woman wanted to save without a seer?" Cordy asked when she got home. They had in the hospital waited until they knew that the rescued man was cared for and then made their way home in silence. It was the first time since his question is that they again spoke to him directly.
He was sitting as usual in his room. In the dark. Cordy was in the doorway and let the light from the hallway, against which it stood out like a silhouette.
Angel said no, he had no answer to her question.
Cordy approached. "Look, if we had not rescued and taken to the hospital, then they would be dead now, and perhaps not even recognizable as a corpse ... and that's what it was in the vision. To save your life and not just their crazy friend deter them go up in flames to leave. "
" Do you think I'm like him? Same-"The rest got stuck in the throat Angel.
" No, Angel, I've never believed it. No one does - okay, the few visionaries with whom you have worked so far, already, but ... but other than that guy you still have a chance to change you. "
" Really? "A small smile played around his lips. Although he himself does not really believe in this opportunity, it seemed to him anyway to reassure that they did.
Cordy nodded to his question. "Yes, and I also believe that you can do it." She knelt before him and then smiled back. It was that smile again, that Angel had seen the first time in the mirror as their Hair in the brush left. "How about if we do something together? Something next to the job and the visions?"

*****

Cordy sighed. She hated it and wait for the PTB's had nothing to do but then left to stand around in this white, empty space. I just hope it does not take too long ... "Come on. When did let her wait for your best wife?" she asked loudly and impatiently.
"You are our command, you * to appear *? Have we come to * not * called you?" replied a voice at once removed.
"Yes, yes, I know. Your existed since the dawn of time. And I'm here for how long now? Almost 250 years? I would know the rules slowly, right? "
" How's fishing? "
" Angel? Oh, he's fine. I think he already had some food for thought. Something has changed in him. And by the way thanks for the nice little vision ... "
Was not too painful ...
The voice ignored Cordys remark about her vision.
".... but he trusts me ... still not quite"
"Why?"
"Hmm ... He did not trust the other, why should be different for me? But I'm working on it. "
" think of it, which is dependent on whether you succeed or not ... "Cordy
knew that it was his last chance and if they screw up, it should, it was their Job going well. A mistake they had already done. Another could not be. "He seems to be very valuable for you," she said finally.
The voice did not answer.
"Listen, he's not Colin ... it will not happen again, I promise." Somehow she did not like the silence.
"You can go, seer," the voice finally ended the conversation and Cordy landed back in the place where was the portal.

*****

Well, he is still asleep ...
Cordy was just quietly slipped back into the house after their meeting at the White Room was returned. She was tired, but she would not let it take, once inside look at Angel. She appeared at last by his bowl to get through, he probably was not so hopeless as all assumptions.
your protégé was almost like a little boy on his stomach, his position was something innocent about her. Somewhat carefree.
She leaned against the door frame and let her eyes wander over his body. They finally stopped when she spotted the tattoo on his right shoulder. It seemed almost an ornament of his back. She had already read about it, but only now was the chance this little piece of art that belonged to one of the most notorious and feared vampires, a closer look. Study on the living object, so to speak.
Angel turned to the right side and uttered a faint sigh. The Cordy
reminded them that she herself was tired and she shook her head. You should not get too involved with him. After a last glance, they closed the door softly and walked over to her room. The Oracles are just too tiring ...

TBC