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Who: Buffy, Cordelia, Anyone Else? Date: Evening of April 23… 
29th-Apr-2009 09:56 pm
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Who: Buffy, Cordelia, Anyone Else?
Date: Evening of April 23
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy runs into Cordelia. They do the catching up thing and all that good stuff.

She wondered if she would have to start saying 'y'all'. Of course, she had no idea how long she was staying here. Could be another day, week, or even year. So, the fitting in? Not exactly necessary, but her bright blond hair and California-esque style tended to catch the eye. She wasn't used to it anymore. After her hometown collapsed in on itself, she was staying pretty low-key in the world as more and more Slayers started popping up around the globe. Being the 'original' Slayer, she was kinda sorta in charge of them all. Willow had even given her a name-plate which read 'Boss of Us'; apparently Xander had made it for the witch a few years earlier.

And the whole being in charge thing? She was so over it. With a zillion girls to control, find, and train (not to mention the rogue slayers), she was a bit in over her head. She had spent the past year traveling, training, and more traveling and frankly, she was exhausted. And here she was, traveling to Louisiana. And surprisingly, it was her own suggestion. She had read about the rise in vampire numbers in the south and well, she had to check it out. It was a lot harder to hunt them nowadays since their rights were practically protected by law, but she was still the Slayer.

She'd read reports of more of them drinking this synthetic blood, but she wasn't convinced. She had known too many vampires--some a little too well--and knew how much they just loved the taste of real blood. How long before the nice vamps got sick of drinking fake stuff and opted for the real thing? She guessed it was going to be sooner than later, especially reading about a few vampire 'accidents' in the paper. Accidents? Puh-lease. She knew better and the world should too.

So, here she was. Wandering around an empty cemetery with a stake up her sleeve. Carrying around the scythe was a little too obvious lately and most people didn't know who she was or what she was. Low profile, that was the key here. And if she could keep it up, she might be able to stay here for a while. Maybe find a job. A non-vampire or non-supernatural boyfriend, even. Hell, she needed a vacation, anyway. How far was it to Florida from here?

Buffy let out a sigh, moving out of the cemetery and onto the lamp-lit sidewalks. She felt her stomach give a slight growl. Why did slaying--or lack thereof, really--always make her so hungry?
30th-Apr-2009 03:35 am (UTC)
Cordelia walked down the sidewalk warily. She'd never been to New Orleans before, and in addition to the humidity--which she could only imagine wasn't going to do her hair any good at all--there were a lot of people wandering the streets after dark. And she knew from Phantom Dennis they weren't all human.

Of course, she could've figured that out herself. She'd been born and raised on a Hellmouth, after all. She kept alert, walking tall and keeping her hand closed around the stake in her jacket pocket. Just in case. When she caught sight of a blonde woman exiting the cemetary across the street, she frowned a little.

And when the woman walked under the street lamp, her eyes widened. "Oh, no way."
30th-Apr-2009 03:43 am (UTC)
Buffy moved down the street, trying to resist the accusatory eye she tended to fix on everyone after dark. Telling the vampires from humans was growing harder and harder, even with her handy 'spider-sense'. Of course, she generally received glares or an eyebrow raise from those passing by after the sun had set.

Making any friends or even finding that non-supernatural boyfriend seemed more and more like a ridiculous idea. She wasn't here for that, anyway. And hey, she had a phone if she really needed to talk to anyone.

As she approached a figure who seemed glued to her spot on the sidewalk, she was ready to maneuver around her until the face finally registered in her brain and could tell the same thing was happening to the woman. Cordelia? Holy crap and a half.

"Cordelia?" she blurted out, a little louder than she had intended, matching the other woman's confused and wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"
30th-Apr-2009 03:50 am (UTC)
"Here I was about to ask you the same thing." Cordelia stared at her. "Wait. Vampires. Right?" She shook her head a little. "I hear there are a lot of them here." She finally managed to pull her eyes away from her high school nemisis and looked around the darkened street.

She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "This place creeps me out a little," she admitted. "And I've only been here a couple hours."
30th-Apr-2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Buffy shrugged her shoulders at the mention of vampires, "You guessed it. What else?" she said, almost lazily. With a nod, she said, "Yeah, they're numbers are increasing, so I'm here to find out why. And to obviously take in the sights," she added with a hint of sarcasm.

She noticed Cordelia's apprehension and couldn't help but agree with her, for once. "Try being here for a couple weeks. It definitely takes some getting used to," she paused, taking in her last statement, "A couple hours? Did you just fly here or something?" She wondered why Cordelia Chase of all people would randomly be wandering the streets of New Orleans.
30th-Apr-2009 04:14 am (UTC)
"Uh, no. Not exactly. At least I don't think so," she responded uncertainly. "I just sorta...woke up in a motel room a few blocks from here." She shifted uncomfortably. "You've been here a couple weeks? Is this another Hellmouth? And who's watching over Sunnydale?" Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
30th-Apr-2009 04:36 am (UTC)
Buffy's brow arched firmly upward at Cordelia's declaration. Waking up in a random hotel room in a random city? That didn't exactly scream anything good. She decided to leave that to later and answer her questions.

She shook her head, "Nope, no Hellmouth. And no one's watching over Sunnydale since it kinda doesn't exist anymore. About a year ago, we had a big apocalyptic battle, yadda yadda yadda, Hellmouth pretty much collapsed in on itself and poof, no more Sunnydale." Well, that was definitely the nutshell version.
30th-Apr-2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
Cordelia gaped at her for a moment, then looked upward. "Nice that you guys keep me updated. Geez." Rolling her eyes, she looked at Buffy once again. "You'd think since I've been working for the Powers That Be the last few years, they'd at least have the decency to let me know that my hometown was gone."

1st-May-2009 02:49 am (UTC)
At first Buffy thought Cordelia was talking to her and was ready to apologize or look a little miffed, she hadn't decided. But, she was ready with a resounding, 'Well, you didn't tell me anything about what was happening in L.A.!' until she mentioned the Powers That Be.

"Wow," she said at first, obviously baffled by the fact that Cordelia was such a different person, maybe even supernatural now, "Working for them? In what way? I thought they were all, you know, up in the sky, controlling our fates or whatever."
3rd-May-2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
"Tell me about it." She grimaced, taking a drink of her water and sighing softly. "But yeah. Apparently it was some big prophecy. Angel has a son. His name's Connor."

And here was where things got really difficult to explain. "You can probably guess that the son of two vampires was something of interest to certain groups and individuals. Wolfram and Hart, for one. But uh...someone else wanted Connor even more than the law firm from hell. His name was Holtz. Back when Angel was evil, he and Darla killed Holtz's entire family. Somehow Holtz got hooked up with a demon named Sanjhan and the demon like, froze him in time or something. So when Connor was born, this demon unfroze Holtz and he came after Angel. And Connor."

Her eyes grew distant, sad and she looked down at the table. "Sanjhan opened a portal to a hell dimension and Holtz snatched Connor and disappeared."

She deliberately left out Wesley's involvement in the entire thing. Angel had forgiven him eventually, and Wesley and the others' memories had been wiped. There was just no need to go into that. And her loyalty to Wesley still ran deep.
3rd-May-2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
Hazel eyes grew bigger and bigger at each revelation. "A son? Connor?" Sounds Irish, Buffy thought and found it strange to be the first thought marching through her brain at the fact that Angel had a son. 'Holy crap' didn't quite cover it. For some reason, this was even more startling than Darla being pregnant.

She sucked in a breath as Cordelia proceeded to explain more. Catching up was really an understatement where they were concerned. Cordelia had lived through probably just as many apocalypses as they had in Sunnydale and had just as many crazy things to explain.

"So, he doesn't have a son anymore? I guess that's why he didn't mention it to me," And there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. Okay, yeah, Angel's life was his business, but big life things, like oh say, having a KID seemed like something you might mention to someone.
4th-May-2009 01:04 am (UTC)
"Apparently when I was in the coma, Angel had everyone's minds wiped of all memories of Connor. Except mine. And his own." Her voice was quiet.
6th-May-2009 03:14 am (UTC)
Stunned, Buffy nodded slightly, "Wow," she said, "I keep saying that. It's just so much has happened over there. Have you talked to any of them since you, uh, got back?"
6th-May-2009 03:20 am (UTC)
Cordelia shook her head and looked down. "No. I haven't. I can't, actually." Her voice was quiet.
6th-May-2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
Buffy watched the other woman's reaction, brows raising in slight surprise. She wondered if there were some sort of rules after coming back from the dead. After all, Buffy was different when returned, of course, she could still talk to her friends, despite the fact they were afraid of talking to her. It was an awkward few weeks until she accidentally sang her true feelings. Woops.

"Why not?" she asked, sipping on her drink again. "Are there some weird rules you have to follow?"
7th-May-2009 12:37 am (UTC)
She paused for a moment. "This is gonna sound crazy, but..." She offered Buffy a smile. "All things considered, I think you can probably handle it. I had a ghost in my apartment in L.A. He was friendly and everything. His name was Phantom Dennis."

Cordelia took a drink. "Well, when I woke up here, Phantom Dennis was in my motel room. Except now I could actually see him. He told me he was sent to be my--" She made quote marks with her fingers. "--guide and that I couldn't contact Angel. That we're on different paths for now."

She shrugged a little. "So that's why."
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