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Moving to Savannah was a great idea, all in all, but it's still new territory, and I don't know the streets, plus I have no idea who the local bigwigs in the supernatural world are. I mean, I met a few vampires whom I staked, but just the usual type. Anyway, this makes things difficult when you try to find an Oracle.

Finding Cordy and helping her still feels a bit unreal. I'm so happy she's still alive; and then I also want to hurt Wolfram and Hart, badly, for doing this to her. But most of all, like I told Harry, I can't stop thinking about the child. Last night I dreamt of Quortoth again. That hasn't happened in a while. Only I wasn't me, I was Father. And there was Emily, and I bound her to a tree, and she cried with Jasmine's voice, and I told her it was for her own good and then when I looked back at her it wasn't Emily or Jasmine, it was a baby I had never seen, and I knew it was Cordy's.

So I have to find out. Whether the baby is alive, and what they did with her. Harry gave me the tip with the tarot reader, so that was where I started today, at the occult shop down in the square. Cue lots of touristy stuff but also some things I think Wesley had back at the Hyperion, and I remembered all the rituals, and how I always hated magic. Lots of incense, too. The smell nearly made me sick.

I asked for the tarot reader, who was a Mrs. Dupont, big woman, around fifty, and she took one look and said she wouldn't read the cards for me.

"You shouldn't exist," she said. "You know that, right? It's bad luck, touching the destiny of someone who shouldn't exist. Something. Something made of dead things, which should be dead. Unnatural."

I said I didn't want to know my future, I needed to find an Oracle. "Not just a seer. An Oracle who speaks for the Powers," I said, and felt stupid, plus I was sure she'd think I was just a tourist looking for some mumbo jumbo. At least she probably wasn't a fake. Given what she said to me. Or she had made a really good guess.

"Ah, but there aren't many Oracles left," she said. "There is a war, don't you know. They want something from me if I dare to contact them. Why should I give anything, hmmmm? What would you give me?"

Figures, I thought, Harry was right, and offered half of the cash I still had, because I thought I'd need the other half for the Oracle. If the Oracle was anything like the last one, that is. Mrs. Dupont snorted.

"You're not serious," she said.

"I get get more," I said, though I hate asking Harry for money. But it was about the baby, and that's more important.

"That, dear boy," she replied, and I got chills when she called me that, "is not what I meant. No, my sweet. What can you give me that matters? Let's see. How about a strand of hair from your beloved? A piece of skin from your father? Some drops of your blood?"

"No," I said without thinking. Which wasn't just because of magic, though I figure if she's the genuine article and a witch she could do some spells with that kind of thing. No, I just remembered what the lawyers did with my blood last time they got their hands on it, and I'll never forget that creep Griffin and what he did to Harry. And how he framed him for his own murders. Maybe I've watched too much tv, but I can just imagine some genetic samples turning up somewhere. For all I know, Mrs. Dupont is a W&H mole.

Or she could be my only way to contact an Oracle.

"Well, well, well," she said. "Tight, are we? I'm on a budget, too, honey."

"Isn't there anything else..." I said, and in the back of my mind, I heard my father - guess which one? - tell me I shouldn't waste any more time. I was stronger than her. I could grab her and break her fingers, for starters, until she called an Oracle for me, and no one could stop me.

The incense felt even more sickening. I could hear the girl crying again, the one in white who had Darla's face in the end when I dragged her to her death, and I remember all the times those people went to Jasmine's suite in the Hyperion, so happy she had chosen them.

She looked me up and down. "How are you at lifting weights?" she asked suddenly. Which was the weirdest thing, but it stopped me from thinking about broken fingers and how fragile and easy human beings are, and I said I was good. Then she asked me to carry some boxes for her to prove it, which I did.

"We need someone in the store who can handle the heavy stuff," she said. After all the you-are-unnatural declarations earlier, this was so, well, normal that I was just stunned and stuttered.

"You - you want me to work for you? In a - a magic shop?"

"Pretty, strong and dumb," she said. "Sounds like a bargain to me. Work here for seven weeks, dearest, don't ask me to read the cards for you or help you in any other way, and don't bring destruction here, and I'll call you an Oracle. I promise."

And then she laughed. "Of course, you'll have to trust me. I could be lying to get a shop boy for free. Am I, hmmm?"

I still hate magic, I thought, and the smell here makes me sick even when it's just ten minutes I'm here, plus how would I know if anyone lies to me about something important? Usually I want to believe them so badly I can't tell.

But right now, she was the only lead I had. Maybe I'd find another. Maybe not.

"Okay," I said. I don't think she stopped laughing for eons. Then she told me to start with the storage room.

Mocking

Feb. 25th, 2006 08:38 am
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Okay, I'll have to ignore one set of memories for that one because man, one time? Mere and I were always at it. (Except that never happened.) But in the other life, I remember the first time I did it. That actually was the best part on a pretty bad day. Said day started with me going from being incredibly happy to feeling like my insides were torn out in a matter of minutes for entirely personal reasons -

*locked from all*
- because Cordy told me making love to me had been a mistake when she woke up -
*unlocked*

- and went down from there. I didn't want to think about the personal reasons, which left me thinking about the Beast and how it had shown up in the same alley I was born, and how I still didn't know why I existed at all, and maybe it was all for some evil purpose. Which gave me the pretty stupid idea to visit Wolfram and Hart. I met Lilah Morgan who said they'd vivisect me, and then the Beast showed up there as well, the building locked down, and the Beast killed everyone in it. Except me and Lilah - he was having a go at her when I found him, and I tried to distract him, but that didn't last long (long enough for Lilah to make an exit, I guess, since she was gone from the building afterwards). And then, when you'd think things couldn't get any worse, all the lawyers the Beast had killed started to come back as zombies. (Wolfram and Hart: employer of the month, definitely.) Which I had never seen before - one good thing about Quortoth, it was Zombie-free - but I figured out pretty soon I couldn't kill them again. They just kept going. So here I was, in a locked up building full of undead lawyers and a Beast that for some mysterious reason hadn't killed me yet though it had won every fight, which presumably meant it either had something worse in store or considered me a fellow evil. The undead lawyers didn't have any restraint problems, though. They just kept coming.

And that was when he showed up.

Well, okay, he grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the wall, but that was pretty much Angel's way of saying hello to me back then. Then he hugged me. Which we had never done before. I think that was the first time I saw him and wasn't angry, not even the tiniest part of me. I was just relieved, and I couldn't believe he had come for me, in a good way. But I didn't know how to say that. I was still trying to figure out a way when Lilah's flunky Gavin Something or The Other showed up, looking like a corpse and attacking Angel. Angel said Gavin was a zombie and I asked what that was.

"It's an undead thing," Angel replied, and suddenly, I had an idea.

"Like you," I said.

"No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh," he explained, and for the first time since we had sparred in front of that club together, I felt something - well, I smiled. Because it was pretty funny. We were surrounded by moaning undead creatures and he was lecturing and totally taking my remark seriously - I mean, come on, I can seen the difference between what those things were and a vampire. He was just asking for it.

"Like you," I repeated, and he looked annoyed like hell.

"No!" he exclaimed. "It's different."

I knew we'd be alright then. I wasn't freaked out anymore. We'd find a way out of here, I thought, and wow, why waste time fighting Angel any longer when you could tease him?

I was just glad he was there.

(Of course, when we did find a way out and ended up at the Hyperion again, he kicked Cordy and me out, and I went back to hating him, but that's another story.)

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