It's been a week since I begged Angel to turn me. I feel better now, and the constant pain isn't bothering me as much. I can harness a small portion of my powers, enough to do little things with my mind. It's kind of neat. This morning, or evening rather, for example.

"Cordy, put that down. That's disgusting."

I stuck my tongue out at Angel, who was reading the paper and continued.

"Cordy, cut it out!"

"Nope," I replied, grinning at him.

"You're making me sick, now stop." his eyes were getting that pleading look again. I was giddy with energy though, and I couldn't help myself. I also get this little rush before fighting.

Finally, Angel lunged across the table, and grabbed the spoon out of the air. My cereal bowl splashed all over him, and I started laughing and snorting at him.

He glared at me, and then tackled me on the floor. We wrestled for a few minutes, but Angel had the upper hand. Besides, I was laughing too hard to concentrate. He looked so funny, milk and little bits of Rice Krispies caught in his hair.

"Okay, okay! Uncle!" I yelled, and he let me up, smiling. I looked at him, and kissed him quickly.

"You taste like my breakfast," I commented, beginning to giggle again.

"Probably because I'm wearing your breakfast," he answered, getting up. He left the kitchen and went to get a fresh change of clothes.

* * *

She was doing it again today. It has to be the grossest thing I've ever seen. Imagine, a 250 year old vampire not appauled in the least by the demons he faces every day, but can't handle Cordeilia Chase using her powers to eat breakfast.

God, if you could have seen her today, you would have laughed. She's got a small bit of her powers under control, and she was using it to spoon feed herself her breakfast. Sometimes she'd miss, and the spoon would hit her nose, or slop milk all over the place, but Lord help me, it was disgusting.

I don't think I'll ever understand her. Sometimes, she reminds me of my Childe, Spike. He used to do silly stuff like that, for attention. Although never with his breakfast.

***

After Angel had changed and I'd cleaned up, we headed out, meeting up with Doyle and using Angel's car to get to the large warehouse that Doyle had seen in a vision.

We'd researched, and discovered a nest of vampires inhabited the area. We were going there tonight to kill the 30 or so vamps that populated the area. Nothing big, just your run of the mill slayage.

I followed Angel into the darkened warehouse, clutching his hand again. In my other hand, I had a crossbow. Doyle brought up the rear, carrying several stakes and crosses. As we neared the edge of the tunnel, I started hearing noises above us.

"Angel?" I asked. He nodded his head slightly in reply. He could hear them too. Suddenly, he paused, and I bumped into him. He pointed at the overhang at the end of the tunnel. Bits of dirt were falling from the ceiling of the tunnel. They were waiting above us.

Motioning me to go forward, I moved in front and handed him my crossbow. I don't see why I always have to be bait anyways. Probably because I must look good to the vamps, I suppose. I moved closer to the entrance, and stepped out into a large room.

The place was furnished in dark tones, and several vampires moved about. A band was on a small stage towards the back of the room, playing soft music. There was nothing off about the place - it seemed pretty normal.

That was only, of course, until I saw the 4 large hooks in the ceiling with people hanging from them. Naturally, I screamed, and one of the vamps on the overhang above us jumped down, grabbing me. Angel lunged forward immediately, stake in hand.

"I think you better put that down, mister," the vamp said. He was young, and looked like some sort of skateboard punk. He leaned in closer, and I felt the ring on his lip brush my neck. Gross.

Angel's only response was to lunge forward again, snarling. The vamp must have seen it coming, because he clamped down hard on my wrist. I heard a crunch as the bones gave way and I screamed again.

My wrist had to be broken, I mean, it hurt like hell. Not to mention, the bastard that broke it was still crushing the bones. I grabbed his hand and bit down, hard. The vamp yelped and let go of me, just as Angel fired the crossbow at him. The vamp exploded into ashes still screaming about his hand.

Angel rushed forward with Doyle, fronting an attack against the rest of the vampires in the room. A pair of arms grabbed me and pulled me back into the tunnel. I turned to meet Spike, who was staring at my wrist, which was rapidly bruising.

"Your wrist..." he started, obviously grossed out.

"Yeah, one of them broke it," I answered, holding my wrist. It was beginning to pound now.

"We need to get you out of here then, you can't fight like that," Spike replied, dragging me through the tunnel.

* * *

That was four hours ago. Spike took me to the hospital, and got a cast on it. I'm so jacked up on pain killers I can barely see straight. Angel came home shortly after me, covered in dust and grinning like a mad hatter when he saw the cast.

"Very cute, Cor. How'd you end up with that?" I scowled at him from my spot on the couch, and continued flipping through the channels on the television. Angel moved over to the couch, brandishing a black marker. He flopped down beside me and grabbed my cast.

"Ow! watch it, dead boy!" He smiled, examining the other signature on the cast.

"Spike signed it?" I nodded, looking at the sprawling signature across the cast.

"Yes, but he didn't take up enough space..start colouring, Angel." I answered.

"Why? it looks fine, Cor." He answered as he looked up at me, puzzled.

"Uh, Angel? Watch this." I grabbed the lamp and turned out the light, sending the room into darkness.

Angel started laughing hysterically, and I thumped him with my pillow, hard.

"There is no way you're sleeping in the same room as me with that cast!" Angel snorted, poking it in the dark.

So? It wasn't my fault I wasn't watching when Spike picked out the day-glo green cast, I swear.

I'll get him for this.

~Finis~