Problem with vampires, they always think they're the only demons with any depth of feelin'.Back to Fan Fic"You think she's a hottie" the man told me.
Oh, he's so sharp he'll cut himself, that one. I think she's bloody glorious, as would any male with breath in his body.
Heh. Which he actually doesn't have, does he now? So I guess he's exempt. Besides, our Angelface was always a man for blondes. So I forgave the poor sap, and suggested that Cordelia seemed in need of our help. Never been ashamed to play to a man's weakness, have I.
But the flat truth of the matter is: we need her. The people Upstairs have a plan for her, in all their infinite wisdoms. I'd like to believe she's to be my reward for good deeds, but sadly, I know better. She's the savin' of us, just as we're the savin' of her. 'Course I don't know how. Those Upstairs seem a sadistic lot - I'm of the opinion they like to see us blunder about in the dark searchin' for reasons. I'm a lazy sod by nature and I don't much like workin' for the powers-that-be-in-hidin'. But I've a bit of hell to pay, just like my lad Angel here. Not quite as dodgy as his, mind, but still, nothin' to lark about. So I'm in on this nasty bit of danger, and I accept my migraines when they come.
My poor head. Sad to say, until lately I hadn't used it for much but hat storage. But last year my skull became the Power's favorite postbox. Not only does the delivery service make me feel grotty, but I've had to make sense of it all. The world's a great puzzle and Angelface holds a lot of the pieces together. I'm in charge of putting him where he needs to be. Poetic, isn't it? A dreamer and a poet I've become in the last year. Good job I'm Irish.
Bad job I'm a liar and a drunk as well. And that's where Cordelia comes in. What strong-silent bloke here doesn't know is that she's featured in my visions nearly as heavily as he has. And I won't say but that Cordelia's a vision nearly worth the pain. I know a good bit more about the "Queen C" than either of them guess and I've been watchin' for where she fits in my puzzle. It's mostly a great blur, but I can guess this much. Cordelia's our assigned daily dose of humanity - the good, the bad, and the ridiculous. She's here to keep us honest. Girl's a truth teller, and Angel and me, we're too good at hidin' our pasts. And she's our personalized kick in the arse as well. It's too easy for me to take refuge in the bottle and Angel to hide alone in the dark. A strong dose of daylight and mineral water like her is just what we've been needin'.
She's here for something more though, grand scheme stuff I've only begun to sense. All I'm sure is, the Powers wanted me to know about her. I bloody well hope they wanted me to fall for her too, 'cause it's too late to stop now. First vision of her, I thought, lovely boobs, dim bulb. More fool me. By the time I saw her impaled in a basement I could feel her pain myself. She came here to escape all that, a feelin' I well understand, so I'll not be revealin' that I know where her scars lie. Bit of a shocker to know a strange Irishman's been inside your head.
Not that I have all the details, but I've seen enough to be certain that Cordelia is destined to drive me clean out of me head. I love that in a woman. Maybe I'll ask her to come and have a pint with me … bollocks, the lass isn't even old enough to buy a drink in this daft country. I don't even want to think about the age difference here. Or what she'd say to snoggin' a half-demon. Or the fact that a nice Guinness could be interrupted by the need to save the world. Glory, this is a rum job. Good for the soul, and I do mean that literally, but I can already tell it's going to be the very devil on my heart.
