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2 [Aug. 26th, 2006|10:20 am]
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[Current Location |Westbury and London, England]
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There's no postponing this any longer. I have to drive to Westbury. The coven there is the only one powerful enough, and experienced enough to comb through my aura for any possible shenanigans. I prefer to think of hexes put on me by the all mighty Wolfram and Hart as shenanigans, rather than deep, dark, disturbing curses.


I should also make a phone call to "our man in Los Angeles". I need more on Ms. Lilah Morgan than the dry and sketchy information in her file. The LA branch of the New Watchers' Council is filled with new comers. They're all new comers apart from me, aren't they?


Not all. There are always the Wyndham-Pryces. Father and son. Father's a power hungry bastard. Son was a failure as a Watcher and than he shacked up with a vampire, so my confidence in him isn't high. But he'd be in the position to get Lilah's file. I'm sure that a Wolfram and Hart file is a lot more thorough than the sort we have.


I can't call Wesley. Maybe I shall if it turns out that she did put a hex on me – which would so conveniently explain my intense attraction to her.


I leave the car in front of the old mansion that serves as main residence for the coven. I'm a friendly figure, but I have to display myself clearly, so that they can assess my lack of hostile intentions. One of the witches will take my car into the garage, after a perfunctory inspection no doubt.


It takes them fifteen minutes to tell me there is something wrong. It takes them the better part of the weekend to find what the problem is. I'm snarling all the drive back to London. Memory alteration. A magical fucking mind wipe!!


I made several calls to my Californian family. In a few well crafted questions, I ascertain that their own memories have been altered.


The witches gave me the name of the only warlock in the whole of America powerful enough to do such a thorough job. Cyvus Vail. Bastard demon is listed in the Forbes Five Hundred! I'm seething. Someone's fucked with my mind! I'm determined to use every resource at my disposal to get to the bottom of this. Bloody Americans with their bloody cover ups!


For the next few weeks, I tap every contact I've ever had, collect on every favor I've ever been owed. Nothing! Not a damn thing surfaces.


If subtlety doesn't work, then I'll apply pressure. As careful as I was to make sure I didn't stir the waters in my frantic investigations, I'm that loud now. I make sure step on every toe. I even called up Buffy and Willow and told them that someone's messed with all our minds. I worry that I may have put them in danger, but it's nothing they're not used to.


In a matter of days since I tagged my girls, I start seeing results. The Council headquarters are breached. I find a note on my desk.




I feel a manic grin on my face. Don't? Really? How very scary.


There's one connection I didn't use. I grab my leather jacket and head for 'the pub'. I bet she's there.


From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 06:38 pm (UTC)
"What do you want?" she says, all cool and vaguely annoyed.

Whoa! She certainly got it too. The woman's probably unbreakable. But she has a very endearing slip up.

"...if it's about the mind wipe"

Why, Ms. Morgan, what else could it possibly be about? Since the topic is too hot for me as well, I don’t mention it.

She steps toward the car, I step closer, too. I'm not touching her, but I'm too close for comfort. I lean just a little, so my mouth is right by her ear. I know my breath tickles her earlobe, and her neck. My tone is silky, my words civil. I only show her the velvet glove.

"Vail was your client in Los Angeles. I'm sure you have the dirt on him. I'd much rather make an appeal to your common sense, rather than go to see him in person. There's no need to start a new war over this."

I take a step back, waiting for her to get in the car. She has her back to me when I add three little words in a tone that hints of the iron fist under the velvet.

"Or is there?"
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[User Picture]From: notquitegood
2006-08-27 10:26 pm (UTC)
I sighed in annoyance,as I shut the car door and leaned back against the car. The man was strating to get on my nerves. What is it with Watchers and their need to know the truth about damn near everything?

Wesley was the same way,speaking of dear ol' Wes I wonder how he's doing? Probably off with his perfect little Texas sweetheart. Back to my current problem. I swear it's part of their Watcher trainning,right up there with 'how not to get your slayer killed.'

"He was a client of mine,keyword being was. Incase you failed to notice I don't work for the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram and Hart anymore. And as for starting another war over said information,it's a bit late for that don't you think? "

I let another sigh. "I swear you damn Watchers are all alike." I let out a small bitter laugh. "Never happy with what you have, you always want more or you want what you can't possibly have"

Ok that's it as of right the hell now, I'm done dealing with annoyingly handsome British men. Mainly fucking Watchers. I moved off my car and opened the door,and got in starting the engine.
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From: giles_th_ripper
2006-08-27 11:05 pm (UTC)
Good thing she left in without waiting for my reply because I must look rather stupid with my jaw dropped all the way down to the ground. Did she just tell me that whatever was behind the mind alteration had already started a war? What the hell was going on in California?!

The other bit of information she let slip was just as shocking. She talked about Watchers. She talked as if she had known at least one. Intimately. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but somehow, there is only one name on my list.

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.

That boy was a disaster in Sunnydale. He nearly destroyed two Slayers. He chose a vampire over his loyalty to the old Council.

Of course, all this could be a ploy. She was a very accomplished actress, after all. This could be a subtle and very complicated power play. To drive the Council and Angel's people against one another. To drive me against Angel. Because they know, they bloody well know I can influence the Slayers, and the Wiccas.

My head started pounding. What if there is no war, and I am on the brink of starting one if I keep looking? What if there is a war, and by not knowing I can't choose the right side?

I go through my options again. Who can help me? Who can I trust?
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