Cordy
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It’s a dark night, as I walk past stores on my way to my apartment. There isn’t much anymore. Stores are closing, and very few people are out at this time of night. And then it hits me full blast, when I’m not far from an alley. A vision. I put a hand to my left temple, as images come. As it continues, I clench my teeth as to not scream from the pain in public.
A few minutes later, it ends and I run towards the Hyperion hotel where Angel’s car is always parked.
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When I get in and drive off, I put the pedal to the medal, hoping that if I get pulled over by a cop, it’ll be by Kate Lockley. I’m in a big hurry, unsure of when what I saw will take place. And as I drive, I call Angel to tell him that I had a vision, and I’m using his car to get to Sunnydale.
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A few hours later, I stop and park the car outside Buffy’s place, pain surging through me. I know I probably look like crap, but I don’t care. I turn off the car and get out, putting the sword in its sheath, at my side, closing the door behind myself.
Once I’m on her porch, I knock lightly. She’s a Slayer. She’ll hear it. Besides, every little noise makes the pain in my head even worse.
A moment later, Buffy Summers answers it.
“I had a vision. Can I come in?” I ask, though she probably doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
“Sure,” she says, stepping aside.
I walk inside, towards the living room, and set my sword down on the coffee table. As I do that, I look at everyone. I see them looking at me.
Buffy walks into the living room, towards the coffee table, as I head towards the couch where Anya, Xander, Tara, and Willow are seated.
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Xander
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As Cor walks towards us slowly, she looks terrible. What could be so wrong that she looks this way?
Willow gets to her feet, seeing her.
Cor looks at her.
“Vision.”
“I’ll get what you need,” Willow informs her, before rushing towards the stairs.
Visions? I’ve never heard of them before.
Anya gets to her feet and goes over to her. She helps her sit between me and Tara, with a hand on her arm. She lets go once she’s seated, and kneels down in front of her.
“How do you feel, Cordelia?” she asks.
“Like crap. I need a bath and rest after Willow gets me the pain medicine.”
Anya goes to sit at my side again and looks at her. I’ve never seen Anya care so much about Cordy before.
Willow gives her some Aspirin and a bottle of water, when she returns.
After she’s finished, Anya asks her, “What did you see?”
“A battle. There’s more. Willow is going to turn evil after you’re killed,” she says, looking at Tara. She looks at me. “You’re going to lose an eye.” She looks at Anya. “A creature is going to kill you in battle by stabbing you in the back with a stick.” She looks at Buffy. “You’re going to die in battle with a gut wound.” She looks at us one by one. “Faith will be in battle, helping.”
“What?” Buffy says with a little bit of a raised voice.
“Lower the volume,” Anya advises her, seeing Cordy put hands to her temples, and close her eyes. “No loud noise. It’s making things worse.”
Just then, Faith walks in.
I see Buffy get tense, though I’m sure Faith isn’t posing any threats here. She’s here to help, as Cor said.
“C?” Faith questions, looking at her, keeping a low toned voice, seeing how she’s acting.
“I’m here as both messenger and helper, once the pain stops,” Cor answers Faith.
Anya gets to her feet.
“You can lay down and rest here.”
I take the hint, getting to my feet. So does Tara.
“Thanks,” Cor says, before laying down on the couch on her back, and closing her eyes.
A moment later, Spike walks in.
“Princess?” Spike questions.
I want to tell him not to call her that, since that’s one of the few nicknames I call her. But I stay silent.
“Hey, Spike,” she greets, in the same position. “And Buffy?” she adds. “I saw Spike in the battle, too. He died in flames at the very end. I’m sorry.”
“I died?” Spike questions. “I guess you had a vision, then, eh, luv?”
“Yeah.”
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Later, she feels better, and now she and the rest of us are standing in the living room. She picks up her sword and says, “Forgive me for intruding on your Slayer turf, Buff, but I have a plan, and I hope it’ll work. Faith, Anya, Spike, and I will go down into the sewer tunnels to see what we can find. Dawn, you can help him get first-aid stuff,” she adds, looking at Andrew. She looks at Buffy. “You can do your thing. Whatever you were going to do. Willow and the rest of you can go find that elder up in the caves.”
“I’ll be at the vineyard seeing what I can find there,” Buffy informs us.
“Let’s go,” Cor says.
I watch as they leave, before following Willow and Tara out the door, to obey Queen C.
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Cordy
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Faith, Anya, Spike, and I stand by a wooden box, and Faith smashes the paddock off with her boot. The lid opens to reveal several hundred pounds of plastic explosive connected to a detonator and timing device. The timer counts down.
“Run!” Faith and I both yell.
A second later, it goes off and we get thrown in several different directions. I land on the ground on my back, but I’ll be okay. I sit up and look around. Spike is groaning in pain, but he’ll heal. He’s a vampire. Anya isn’t far from me. She’s out cold. I crawl over to and kneel by her.
“Anya?” I call.
I feel for a pulse on the side of her neck, as she just lays there on her back. She’s alive. I check her breathing. She’s breathing, but barely.
Spike is standing at my side now.
I take out my kit and put a breathing mask on her to keep her alive.
I look up at him.
“Spike, I need you to get Anya to Buffy’s. Take her to Xander. I’ll be there when I get to Faith. Tell Xander to get her in Buffy’s room. Tell him to call me if he needs any help.”
A moment later, I get to my feet and watch Spike leave with Anya.
When I see her, I go to Faith. I pull her out of the muddy, shallow pool of water, and gently roll her onto her back. I search for a pulse and breathing, but I don’t find any. She’s dead.
“No. Faith, no.”
I unbutton her leather jacket to make what I’m about to do easier. And as I do, she’s pale with blue lips from both the cold and death.
Once it’s unbuttoned, I start to do CPR on her.
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Not long afterward, I stop, and she coughs. As she does, I help her sit up.
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Half an hour later, we arrive. Faith goes to the bathroom and I go to Buffy’s room to start. I see Xander seated at her bedside, clearly waiting for me to help her.
I get my kit and put an ivy in her arm, after hooking it up to a liquid in a bag. I take the mask off her. I check her breathing.
“She’ll be okay,” I tell him, as I look at him.
“Thanks, Cordy.”
“You’re welcome. But just in case, I want Willow or Tara to see if they know how to magically heal or not. I’ll be back. I’m going to see if Buffy needs any backup.”
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I walk into the Pagean temple at the vineyard, only to see Caleb raise a red and white scythe to strike once more. She’s on her back in agony, clearly needing help.
“Buffy!” I yell, racing towards the scene.
As he turns to look at me, I cut him in half with my sword. He drops dead and I put my sword away. Then, in a moment, I’m at her side.
“Buffy. Oh, God.”
She’s badly injured.
I gently take her jacket off and press it to her right side. I use the sleeves to tie around her.
“Let’s get you home.”
I help her slowly to her feet, an arm around her. She puts an arm around my shoulders, and we head back to her place.
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The bleeding gets so bad, that she’s too weak to get to even her porch. I have to catch her in the middle of the sidewalk. I hold her against me, head on my shoulder, back up against me. I take her jacket away. It’s soaked in her blood.
“Oh, God,” I say.
I check her pulse on the side of her neck, and check her breathing. Then I stop. She starts to lose consciousness, and her breathing is slowing down. She’s dying.
“You’re going to be okay. Hang in there, Buff,” I say, before looking at the house and yelling, “Xander!”
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Xander
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I hear Cordy yell out my name, and I rush downstairs, out the door, and towards them. And as I run towards them, I see Buffy lose consciousness.
I kneel down beside them a few minutes later.
“Take her to her room,” Cordy tells me.
So, I do.
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I leave the room to be with Anya in the living room, as Cordy yells for Dawn. She wants to teach her first-aid, just as she did with me.
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Cordy
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“Dawn, I’m going to teach you first-aid. When a wound is bleeding, stop the bleeding and clean it, before you cover it,” I inform Dawn, as I start in on Buffy’s wound that’s killing her. “And if someone is in your sister’s position, a breathing mask will keep that someone alive. If you want that person to get better quicker, use an ivy, and hook it up to some liquid in a bag. And more importantly, don’t show your fear for that person’s life. Keep that someone calm, and tell that person that he or she will be okay. Fear, doubt, and other feelings like that make the patient worse.”
I explain all of the rest, as I do what I tell her.
Soon after, I finish up with her.
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The next day, Buffy is herself again, and so are the rest of us that got hurt or sore.
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The day of the battle comes and goes, ending in no one dying or getting hurt. So, I go back to LA to home.
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