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[bloody_willy]

"I'm the king of the world!!!!!!!" Standing on the railing of the Santa Monica pier I stare out at the dark horizon, a cool wind slapping me in the face as I lean out, on the edge of balance, daring myself to just fall in. Got no frellin' reason to be here now. Jeff the Key gone and got himself good and turned into dust. Faith, that bird is

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[visiongirl]

I knew where the stupid vampire was even if he didn't. It made me feel strange to think that Spike was still standing even if Angel was just another pile of dust. But hey, who am I to argue with the powers that be, right? Well actually I'm Cordelia Chase, that's who and you can bet your ass I tried to bargain Spike's life for Angel's. This was the way things had to be though. Everyone had their chance to shine.

"Spike." I said as I walked up to him. He gave me a confused look, and I wasn't sure if there was another Cordelia where he was from. Maybe, but I bet she didn't have as many fashionable shoes, cause like who could compare with my collection?

"What are you doing out here?" I asked curiously as I stepped closer to him and leaned on the railing, looking out at the water.

[bloody_willy]

Raising an eyebrow I gave this Cordelia a once over. Funny how the vapid ice bitch in my world had broken her own neck having one of those vision thingamajiggers. Hard to be haughty in a wheelchair.

"Thought I might do some fishing. Which is really none of your frelling business now is it?"

A bloke tries to get some air and think for a few minutes and these people, all over me like flies on shit. Wait, bad analogy. Fact was none of them liked me and it was more than mutual. Wouldn't exactly mind getting out of dodge permanent like.

[visiongirl]

"What's a frell?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. God, couldn't he even pretend to speak English, and like real English not whatever they speak in England. Thank God Wesley didn't sound like that

[bloody_willy]

Wasn't this just too rich. Being lectured by her of all people. She who looked down her snobby little nose at all the rest of us. This might not be my world but I wasn't blind, I'd seen how she acted. Fact was they didn't know me here, and at this rate they never would. None of them had bothered to ask about my world, about what I had, what I'd lost.

"Carefull what you ask for Mary Poppins, ya just might get it. You want to know what I frelling want? What I really want? I just want things to make sense for once. Want to belong. You want to know why I got this ass ugly ring?"

Taking off the gem for I shoved it under her nose, dropping it into her hand. It didn't work here, I didn't need it.

"I thought it would help, give me a way to be normal. Not trapped in the dark. Poor little William, hiding in the shadows writing his poems and drinking blood."

Snorting I leaned over the railing a bit further. Hell, she had asked. Come looking for me, for who knows what reason. Probaly wanted a shag now that Angel was dust.