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Shanna
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Four days later Angel was sorting through his monthly bills when he heard a shriek of pain from the lobby. He ran out to find Wesley cradling a shaken Cordelia in his arms on the floor. Spike sauntered downstairs, taking in the scene.
"Got somethin’ for me to go kill, luv?" Spike asked as he made his way to her side.
Angel grabbed a glass of water and some aspirin from her desk along with a pen and tablet. Cordy took the medication and water with a grateful look at her boss. Downing all three tablets in one swallow, she placed the glass on the floor with a shaking hand. She held her head and rocked slowly in Wesley’s arms, moaning in apparent pain.
"Cordy, what did you see?" Angel asked softly. "Do you know the location? The demon?"
"Willow," she rasped while rubbing her temples.
Spike immediately perked up at her name. "Red? What about her? Is...is she coming to LA?"
From beneath her lashes Cordelia could see the hope etched on both vampires’ faces and hated to burst their bubble. "No. Sunnydale. Main Street, just off of Elm. There’s a vampire attack. You have to hurry."
"A vampire attack?" Angel’s eyes widened as her words sunk in. "A vampire is going to attack Willow?"
"Yes," Cordy nodded, then winced as if the pain in her skull reminded her to remain still. "Two of them. They felt old and powerful. Hurry."
Angel rose to his feet. "I’ll call Buffy and warn her. She can keep an eye on Willow until we get there."
His seer weakly slapped him in his calf from her position on the floor. "You! Go now! Wesley can call Buffy, but you both need to hurry. I don’t know if even Buffy can fight two vampires that felt so powerful."
"Right!" Spike was halfway to the door. "I’ll drive."
"I want to get there in one piece, thank you very much," Angel argued. "I’ll drive."
"And I’d like to get there in time to save Red from being some bloke’s dinner. Get your arse into gear, Peaches. We’ve got our witch to save, and just suck it up, because I’ll get us there faster than you in your great Poof-mobile."
Spike was already out of the door as his last words faded in the room. Angel hurried after him, then turned around and walked backwards to the door while pointing at Wesley. "Call Sunnydale. Give them fair warning, and tell Buffy and Giles to find Willow and keep her safe until we can get there."
Wesley nodded his agreement. "Right. I’m on it."
He struggled to help a weakened Cordelia to the couch as the door slammed shut behind their boss. He fluffed pillows behind her, then turned to head toward the phone in Angel’s office.
"Wesley, where are you going?" Cordy called.
"You heard Angel, Cordelia. I’m calling Mr. Giles to warn him of the danger to Miss Rosenberg."
He looked shocked as she began laughing. "I don’t see the humor in the matter at all. Willow is in grave danger."
"Wesley, the only danger Willow is going to face is that of two overprotective master vampires when they get to town." Her eyes shone with a wicked glint of amusement.
Wesley paused and stared at her, an idea slowly forming in his head. "What did you do, Cordelia?"
"Who, moi?" She asked innocently. "Oh, not much. Just faked a vision to get the Brood Brothers off their collective asses, and point them in the right direction to get Willow back." She stood easily, all traces of the pain she previously exuded gone.
"You...you...you *faked* a vision?" Wesley looked shocked and appalled.
"Well, yeah. I think The Powers will forgive me for this little misuse of power. After all," she smiled, "it’s all in the name of love. And that stupid agent said I couldn’t act."
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On the fortieth day after her return to Sunnydale, Willow opened her organizer and wiped out the red blocks. There was no sense in counting when it was obvious they were never coming for her. Why depress herself by tallying the number of days since she’d been with the vampires she loved? How weird was her life?
It was time to put the past behind her and move on. Willow straightened her shoulders and closed her laptop. She was a strong modern-day girl. She didn’t need men to make her complete. She had school...and her friends...and her Scooby duties. Her shoulders slumped. What she wouldn’t give for a vampire snuggle right about then.
No, no, no! She sat up straight again. She could do this. She would move on, and be happy Willow again. She would be self-confident Wicca Willow, sidekick to the slayer and all-around best pal and research girl...even if it meant she would be a little lonely.
Sighing, she stood and grabbed her book bag. After checking to make sure her stash of stakes, holy water and crosses were all present and accounted for, she headed out into the night for an evening of research and caloric goodies provided courtesy of Xander.
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