When the Morning Star Sings

Chapter 3:

Cordy ran. Not even stopping to gather her things, she bolted from the hotel. Her mind whirling fiercely - caught up in the maelstrom of feelings Angel had caused when he told her of his dreams. *What the hell can this mean, he and I are sharing dreams now? But, wait, my dream featured Willow speaking, and Spike and Angel in trouble. And Wes thinks Angel's dreams are prophetic? Oh GOD! This is too freakin' weird! *

Stopping at the local coffee shop she sat down at one of the outdoor café tables, catching her breath. He mind continued its internal dialogue. *And if it's prophecy, what the Fuck does it mean? Why would Willow even be in my dream, let alone the fact that in it, I'm hella worried about Angel AND Spike?! Angel I can understand, I mean I always worry about him. He's my best friend. But SPIKE? And Willow. . .she and I may have forgiven each other, her for my bitchiness during high school, me for the whole Xander-kissage-hole-through-my-freakin'-stomach thing, but in my dreams she looks at me so. . .weirdly! What the FUCK is going on!!*

Suddenly a shadow passes over her table stopping by the chair across from her. Looking up she's sees the familiar form of Wesley standing before her. He indicates the seat, asking permission to sit, which she grants with a shaky nod.

"Cordelia, what's wrong? Angel said you flew outta his office like a bat outta hell, did you have a vision?" Wes' tone was worried, and anxious.

Cordy shook her head slightly. "No, Wes, no vision. At least I don't think so."

Wes looked puzzled by her cryptic statement. Before he could question her, Cordy gave a mighty 'Hrumph' and began telling Wes what had happened, been happening.

"About a week ago, I began to have dreams. . ." Cordy started, and smirked slightly at Wes' obvious start, his eyes widening dramatically at her words. "And after hearing Angel tell me about his, I gotta wonder if you and he are right. I think they're prophetic. At first all I heard in the dreams was screaming, and a man calling my name. Then it slowly evolved into me running through the halls of the hotel, trying to find the voice, knowing that if I didn't. . .well something very bad would happen. Last night was the first time I saw Willow. She was playing Cryptic Girl, talking about how I couldn't save Angel and Spike, unless I saved myself. I really didn't understand her very well, and then suddenly her face shifted, to Angel's then Spike's then back to hers, but her eyes went all black and her skin got all veiny and gross. I woke up with Spike and Angel's screams in my ears. I was all sweaty and gross and totally freaked.' Cordy said it all very quickly, rushing to get all of it out, and in one breath.

Wes sat for a moment, his eyes thoughtful, staring at Cordelia with a strange expression on his face. Finally it wigged Cordy out enough that she couldn't hold it in anymore. "WHAT?"

"Cordy, I told this to Angel as well. You have to tell him. He's very worried about you, and with what you just told me, combined with Angel's dream, I have a feeling. . .well let's just say it isn't a feeling that I'm comfortable with. We have to research this."

"Oh great, I get dreams of icky gross looking Willow, and am treated to the idea that I might wanna save Spike for some weird reason, AND I woke up with Angel's screams in my head and totally covered in sweat, and it wasn't even in the Angel-Naked-In-My-Bed-Just-Made-Him-Scream-My-Name way and I still have to freakin' research?!" Cordy stopped suddenly, realizing her faux pas. "Uhm, I mean, well - - dammit Wes!"

Wes merely cocked an eyebrow at her humorously, and motioned for her to walk with him.