**** Its short so dont fudge *****
I went back to the Hyperion still feeling uneasy. No one took any blame for the things that happened. They lay it all at Wesley's door. For my part, I felt my share of the guilt too. I had known about the prophecy, it didn’t matter how long I’d known, I hadn't said anything. I’d trusted him to do the right thing, keeping quiet, like a coward.
“I’m just as guilty.”
I took a deep breath and walked in. Gunn and Fred sat huddled together as usual while the Groo watched Cordelia from the reception desk. She was the first to stand.
“Back from your sabbatical?” she asked sarcastically. I wasn’t in the mood for her stupidity but I couldn’t help answering back.
“Finally ended the com-shuck vacation?” I strode towards the reception desk seeing the others turn to me. “Kinda quick, ey?”
Angel stood up from Wesley's desk coming out.
“Hey! I was on vacation. You just disappeared!”
I ignored her and nodded at Angel as I tried to keep my calm. She just rubbed me the wrong way. Then something stupid came out of her mouth and I couldn’t help it.
“You wanna talk about short?” she asked. “At least I had more than two days and I didn’t have to abandon my kid.”
I turned to her scowling angrily.
“Listen you bottle-blond-stick-up-your-ass-BITCH!” I could feel the intense silence in the hotel then Cordelia’s red face seemed to expand until it took up all my view as if she were the only thing that existed.
‘It’s just like her too.’
“This,” she pulled a strand of short blond hair away from her head and shook it. “Was very expensive! And so not from a bottle-.”
“Don’t think I won't put you down!” both of us were yelling, getting louder by the second. The others were coming closer; I suppose they thought to keep us from actually touching one another.
“Put down! Listen you-.” Cordelia came around the reception desk and I slammed my bag and things onto its counter.
“My son is none of your business like most things you keep shoving your big, pointy nose in!” we were getting in each others faces, now.
“Pointy!” Cordelia exclaimed clutching at her nose.
“This.” She pointed to it. “is perfection. I've been fought over, been made princess…” she was counting off al these things on her fingers which I couldn’t care less about.
“And you can have any guy you want, I just bet!” the sarcasm in my voice was laced with venom and my next words just did it.
“At least I can still count mine on one hand.” I shoved my open hand towards her face.
“You need an abacus, if you can count that high or don’t you remember!”
Cordelia closed her mouth seeming to hold her breath. My face stung. At that moment things seemed to slow down and I could see myself reach back with an open hand and slap her.
I was angry, not just because of what she said or because she hit me. It was everything combined it just wasn’t fair. But this, this she had coming to her.
Cordelia gasped, tried to move but I was faster. I saw her turn with the blow then time sped up and she hit the counter, bouncing off and landing on the floor, limp. Every ones collective gaps echoed in my head.
‘What did I do?’ I wondered. Suddenly I was swept off my feet and carried away from her. I knew I struggled to get loose. I could see Angel loose his grip on me a couple of times but it wasn’t me. How could it be when I was seeing him struggle with me?
I’m sure it makes sense if you think about it.
He managed to get me into the kitchen and threw me against the counter. He was saying something and I noticed the lack of sound. I couldn’t hear anything and-.
‘What the hell is wrong with my eyes!’
They were glowing a dim red then they flickered to an orange to yellow. For a moment my eyes went completely black, like the Groo, except mine shimmered with little sparks.
“Ah!” I clutched my hip, digging my fingers into the flesh as it burned. I fell back as if I’d been shoved, sound rushed in with a loud echo in my head.
It hurt.
“Dammit, Phade!” Angel yelled. As I looked up I could see the scowl on his face and I thought maybe this once I probably went too far. I’ll admit it was a little frightening having an angry vampire that close to me. What if he lost it and just bit into me? I still didn’t know a whole lot about the soul thing or his shanshu.
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