Cordelia Chase*
Spiley anyone?!
Part ONE:Visions in the blinding light
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Lights of the eternal realm glissened on the cheeks of Cordelia. A sudden force of wind flew through her hair. Wind? She never felt it there before. Was it possible that someone, more likely something, was trying to send her a message?Just the thought made her shiver.
"Who's there?" Cordy asked in a whisper. Once again, the forceful wind flew through her hair. The unknown wind blew again, this time Cordys' head lunged back with it. Cordelias' head tilted forward and her eyes flashed open.
The scene around her was of a nightclub. Something about it gave off vibes. But what? Cordy looked at the bar.
"The Bronze." she said, not amazed.
Behind her, she could hear the crowd rumbling, which turned into a brawl. But then a familiar voice stood out. Caught her ear. "Angel!" Cordy yelled, whipping her body around. As she peered across the room, Cordelia could see him fighting a shadowy creature. She opened her mouth to speak, but no word would form from her tongue. Without reason, a female dived onto her, both of them sliding across the floor.
Could it be the first Slayer?, she thought. The tribal paint, tacky clothes and the HAIR! Of course it was. Still over Cordy, she peered into her eyes. Her mouth opened and slowly words formed, "Go back."
An eyebrow arched and a blank stare came over Cordys' face.
"Go back, to where it began." the Primitive said.
The forceful wind had returned, but this time knocking Cordy unconscious.
***A vision of the nightclubblurred in her eyes. The scenery changed as a car roared by, revealing the Los Angeled nightlife. Cordelias' eyes opened completely, to see a freeway of cars and herself stretched across the median. Everything seemed to be blotted out, but one thought couldn't be over looked. Go back to where it began. What the first Slayer had said. But what did she mean? Go back to what? And how could a vision be so powerful to knock me out of paradise? Too many questions, but why do I have a feeling that soon they'll be answered? . . . . . . . . . . .
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Lights of the eternal realm glissened on the cheeks of Cordelia. A sudden force of wind flew through her hair. Wind? She never felt it there before. Was it possible that someone, more likely something, was trying to send her a message?Just the thought made her shiver.
"Who's there?" Cordy asked in a whisper. Once again, the forceful wind flew through her hair. The unknown wind blew again, this time Cordys' head lunged back with it. Cordelias' head tilted forward and her eyes flashed open.
The scene around her was of a nightclub. Something about it gave off vibes. But what? Cordy looked at the bar.
"The Bronze." she said, not amazed.
Behind her, she could hear the crowd rumbling, which turned into a brawl. But then a familiar voice stood out. Caught her ear. "Angel!" Cordy yelled, whipping her body around. As she peered across the room, Cordelia could see him fighting a shadowy creature. She opened her mouth to speak, but no word would form from her tongue. Without reason, a female dived onto her, both of them sliding across the floor.
Could it be the first Slayer?, she thought. The tribal paint, tacky clothes and the HAIR! Of course it was. Still over Cordy, she peered into her eyes. Her mouth opened and slowly words formed, "Go back."
An eyebrow arched and a blank stare came over Cordys' face.
"Go back, to where it began." the Primitive said.
The forceful wind had returned, but this time knocking Cordy unconscious.
***A vision of the nightclubblurred in her eyes. The scenery changed as a car roared by, revealing the Los Angeled nightlife. Cordelias' eyes opened completely, to see a freeway of cars and herself stretched across the median. Everything seemed to be blotted out, but one thought couldn't be over looked. Go back to where it began. What the first Slayer had said. But what did she mean? Go back to what? And how could a vision be so powerful to knock me out of paradise? Too many questions, but why do I have a feeling that soon they'll be answered? . . . . . . . . . . .
