Written by Allie, Nominated by Sonya

Rath watched all of this with a frown. He began racking his brain, trying to determine if he'd lost any memories himself. Everything seemed to be in order, but then again, if he'd forgotten something, how would he know he'd forgotten it?

Muttering to himself, he began listing things he knew. "Ah'm 18, Ah'm from New Yoahk, Ah'm a much bettah dressah dan Max..."

Looking over at Liz, he offered carefully, "Ah t'ink Ah'm okay. Nothin' seems ta be missin' at any right.... I hope."

Liz breathed a small sigh of relief. At least one thing had gone right.

"Do you think it was because he was the one in the orb?" Liz questioned. "That was the only difference in the spell on you versus the spell on Wesley."

Turning back to the amnesiac-Watcher, Liz asked, "Wesley, I know you're back in hide your destiny mode, but you needn't bother. We are your friends, and we know everything. You and Rath..."

She gestured to the alien in question. "...did a spell together and ended up stuck in the wrong bodies. Your personalities were even starting to merge there at the end. You gave us this spell to help sort things out."

Liz grabbed the pieces of paper from the table and shoved them at Wesley. "You went into to Orb of Thistledown... no... that's not it... Thespian... no... anyway, the Orb of something that starts with a 'TH' and then Rath went back into his own body and then you came out of the orb and went back into your body. Now, *poof* your memory is messed up. And considering all the freaky stuff that is going on around her lately, we need your memory back ASAP, so if you could remember anything that might help us.... you are the one with the mystical training. We just found out about all this stuff, like, two days ago!"

Written by Sonya/Erin, Nominated by James

With a growl that would send most humans, demons, or vampires running, the contents of the box (which, apparently had hands) grabbed the sides of the crate, and pulled itself to its feet. Holding onto the sides for leverage, it launched itself out of the box with a `whoosh', and landed on the cement in a crouch.

With a glare to the redhead, the black-clad figure straightened up to tower over her. He gave her a withering look, glanced back at the box, and then returned his gaze to her. A gaze that clearly said "I hate you. I hate you a lot."

Angel's penetrating gaze softened just slightly into more of an angry sort of pout. "Was that really necessary, Willow?"

Written by Kay, Nominated by Sonya

(( Lindsey was about to reply that he... well, he didn't know what he was about to say. What do you say to a guy who you had every intention of hating, but found yourself smiling at anyway? I mean, honestly, did the man... demon... whatever... have to be so damn likeable all the time? It made it awfully hard to stay angry and bitter.

But before that train of thought could even finish its way through his slightly alcohol-fuzzed brain, something rather remarkable happened. Remarkably painful, that is.

It felt like somebody had taken a sledgehammer to his head and was joyfully pounding away at his brains. Lindsey gasped out loud and his hands flew to his head, his eyes rolling back in his head and his entire body spasming. He managed to knock himself off his stool and fell to the ground, curling up into a tiny ball and whimpering as another wave of pain crashed through his head.

But this time the pain was accompanied by pictures and sounds. And before Lindsey could even process what had happened, the entire life of a 240 some-odd year old vampire had gone careening through his brain. In technicolor.

When it was over, he could hardly move. He jay lay there and tried to remember how to breathe... ))

See now you have to remember it had been a REALLY long day, even though it was not even close to being over. And when you're not expecting to find something you don't exactly go looking for it now do you? Yes I'm getting to the point ok its called setting the scene, work with me here people! Anyhoo... Long day, chilli he was now having a close encounter of the third kind with and the publicity agent who worked on the principle that all people were psychic and therefore he only had to think about it and they'd come flocking in without any physical work of any kind.... All very good and valid reasons for the fact that he didn't spot it.

Of course the real reason was that he was actually looking the other way when the vision hit but hey give me a break I'm trying to give this a little punch you know. He saw the huge flash of bright white light out of the corner of his eyes... Hey when you have a direct link yourself you know when the bosses are making a statement.

"A vision? Since when do you..." The words were thrown out as the demon dashed round the bar to where Lindsey was now lying on the floor. Visions hurt like hell. Everyone knew that. Well they hurt humans anyhoo... That was why as a rule the 'powers that be' gave visions to demons. They were just better physically equipped to deal with them. That's all. But this was definitely a vision... So for whatever reason Lindsey was now a fully fledged 'vision boy' *Which is about as much fun as slopping out the scum pits on a REALLY hot day*

Lorne reached down and slipped an arm round him, till he was almost upright, sat on the floor leaning against the bar. The demon let out a slightly relieved sigh. "Damn it honey, if you wanted to get me on the floor all you had to do was ask... It really wasn't necessary to go to these lengths. You know I could never resist you..." The demon joked, but there was a real spark of concern in his eyes as he looked at Lindsey. He was obviously still dazed and somewhat confused, but for now at least seemed ok.

"You had a vision right sugar?" The demon didn't wait for an answer. "I'm sorry I didn't see it coming. Normally I do and I could have warned you at least but... Well anyhoo. Just don't try and move for a minute ok..." Lorne went back behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of pills from a small drawer under one of the cash registers. He returned to where Lindsey was sitting with the pills and a glass of water. "Here.." He said as he took two from the bottle. "Take these, they'll help with the blinding headache that I know you should have about now." He sat on the floor again as he waited for Lindsey to regain his composure.

A sympathetic smile crept over his face. "So tell me sweetie, what the hell did you do to piss the powers off so much that they sicked the visions on you? You made a pass at one of the pretty ones didn't ya? Oh sugar when will you learn?" He laughed. "Seriously though, did you make some sort of deal for the visions? Cause the 'PTB' don't normally just hand them out unless someone asks for them or they're given as a punishment you know..."

Written by Allie (Sonya), Nominated by Sonya

(( Liz sighed. "This just isn't Wesley's day." ))

"Wes, please!" he reminded her. "Wesley sounds like some poncy lord-of-the-manor." There seemed to be a more regional aspect to his voice as he spoke, rather than the 'standard' English tone everyone was used to.

(( She turned to Wesley. "What were you in the mood for? There are snacks and chips and stuff over there, and lots of fruit and stuff in the fridge." She pointed at specific cabinets and appliances as she spoke, to illustrate. ))

Wes' eyes lit up. Aha, food! Get his hunger sorted out first, then work out what these crazy people are doing. Guy's gotta have priorities. "Chips? You got those new McCain micro things?" He looked where she gestured to, but couldn't see any chips. Plenty of crisps though. He didn't recognise the brand name, but assumed they must be those supermarket own-brand clones. He rummaged through the bags. "Got any prawn cocktail flavour?" he asked without looking behind him.

Written by Nick (Erin), Nominated by Erin

Lindsey nodded, taking his guitar out of the case and slipping the strap over his shoulder. He grabbed a pick out of a side pocket and stuck it between his teeth. Then he made his way up onto the stage and took a seat on the stool situated behind the lone microphone.

Taking the pick out of his mouth, he cleared his throat and then couldn't resist a smirk. His eyes scanned the room and picked out the small handful of people who were milling about, doing different odd jobs here and there. "This crowd's a bit smaller than I'm used to, but that's okay. I'll manage to save my crushed ego somehow," he remarked dryly.

Witty repartee done with for the time being, he turned his attention to his guitar, fingers calloused from many years of playing easily picking out a simple yet elegant melody. The light blue pick caught the light from above the stage as it moved. And Lindsey found himself slipping into a song without even consciously deciding which one he planned to sing. It was a new song, one he'd barely finished writing a few days ago and had never yet sung in public.

The first few lines he sang were so soft, the microphone barely picked them up, an almost whisper that seemed to be almost etherial in nature.

"I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll
I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds"

But soon his voice grew in strength and began to attack the notes with an intensity that some might describe as savage in nature. His hurt and anger were almost paltiable.

"But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to
Lost all faith in the things I have achieved

And I... I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you
Away from this place I have made
Won't you take me away from me?"

The last phrase had a plaintive note to it, asking for something that he seemed to know deep down he would never actually receive. The song had taken on a bittersweet tone, hoping for what he secretly deemed impossible.

"Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed
I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become"

His hands almost seemed to magically pull the music from the guitar, their movements so fluid and graceful, it was obvious this was not the playing of an ammetuer, but of someone who'd been doing this for most of his life.

His eyes were closed while he played, as if he was lost in his own private world that could only be expressed by the music. As he came 'round to the chorus again, the song's tempo changed slightly, speeding up just a hair and making the song seem somehow both desperate and scared, anxious to reach its conclusion but frightened of what might be discovered when he finally got there.

"I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you
Away from this place I have made
Won't you take me away from me?

Lost in a dying world I reach for something more
I have grown so weary of this lie I live..."

He ended the song with a decisive strum, letting those final notes trail off into nothingness around him.

Lindsey sat there for a long moment, unmoving, eyes closed and seemingly unconcerned with the world outside of his music. The scattered applause from the few workers in the room fell on deaf ears. He was focused inward, trying to regain his sense of equilibrium after the overly-emotional song.

Finally opening his eyes, Lindsey stood up abruptly and hopped lightly off the stage. He set his guitar back into its case and tossed the pick into the pocket with its companions before quickly closing the case up and snapping the fastners shut.

Leaving it sitting on the edge of the stage, Lindsey walked over to the table where Lorne sat waiting. He sat down across from him, meeting the kindly demon's red gaze with his own blue one. After a long moment of silence, during which he couldn't seem to stop himself from worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Lindsey couldn't take it anymore and he blurted out impatently, "So what did you see? Anything?"

Written by Sonya, Nominated by Allie

"You're up."

"Observant, are we?" Zan commented dryly, leaning onto the doorjam. He needed to wrap up this little phone call pronto, or things were going to get nasty.

Without taking his eyes off of Zan, Jeffery spoke into the phone, "That house guest I told you about just came in. I've got to go. I'll meet you there."

Then he hung up the phone and set it casually on the table.

"Sleep well?"

Zan cocked an eyebrow at him. "Marginally," he replied. "Now, what are you up too?" His tone was biting. Jeffery was maneuvering on some slick ground right now. Zan needed to have all attention paid to him. Only him. No other girls, no other boys. Him. And Jeffery wasn't apparently going with that idea. He would need to learn different. Zan was going to let him answer the question before he got all Darth Vader on him.

Written by Erin/Angela, Nominated by Red

She felt a bit silly, like a schoolgirl, walking with a little bounce in her step. Kate took her time and even did a little window shopping on the way to meeting up with Jeffrey. Window shopping, and using the windows to make sure she looked alright; presentable, at least.

When she approached the restaurant, she heard a scream from an alley a block away. Instinctively, her hand went for her holster. Then, remembering that she was off-duty, she sighed and pulled up her left pant leg, and grabbed her spare. Taking the safety off, she slowly moved towards the alley opening.

A shock of platinum entered her field of vision. The same chill ran through her body. A shaken up, petite Asian woman had blood running down her neck, but she was very much alive considering her continuous cries for help.

"Hands where I can see 'em!"

"Allo, allo, allo. I get dessert, too?" When he looked up, Spike had already reverted to his human face.

"Monster!" the girl exclaimed.

"Shut yer hole!" he growled, yanking on her arm.

"Hands in the air!!" Kate shouted in a firm voice.

"Tsk tsk. You go and spoil my appetite. I was in the mood for a lil' Chinese." he grinned. "But if you wanna play, we can play." he said, taking a step closer to her.

"Run!" she called to the girl. She quickly obliged. Returning her attention to the man, Kate squinted her eyes. "Give me a reason to shoot."

"I can give you thousands... so many tasted, klled, turned... such a lovely time. You sure you don't wanna join me?"

"One step closer--"

"And then what? We dance?" An evil grin formed on his lips, then he vamped out and lunged at her.

"Shoulda known!" she sighed, firing at him to at least distract him long enough while she looked around for something to stake him with.

Two rounds were shot, one grazing his shoulder, the other hitting him straight in the chest. "Oooh... foreplay... I like you." he said in a low, clipped voice. The pain was seething, just the way he liked it, he kicked the gun out of her hand and twisted her arm behind her, wrapping his other arm around her neck. He grinned as he took in her scent.

Kate thought it was all over when she heard her gun skitter across the pavement. "Since when do you cretins come out during the daytime?" she spat, trying to wrestle free of him. He smelled of blood and booze and it was making her wretch.

"Since we find tasty lil' morsels such as yourself crossing our paths... You know, if you hadn't interrupted, I woulda had my appetizer. Then, our lil' tussle would have been more enjoyable."

"Fat chance." she said, eyes darting about. Kate saw an opened door. Stomping on his foot, she side-stepped and hit him hard in the groin closed-fisted, before rushing inside. She grabbed the first thing in sight and turned just as he entered.

"Olé!" he said by way of greeting. "You gonna try and flip me, Pet?"

Kate looked at her weapon of choice, a rubber spatula with a plastic handle.

~ This isn't my day, after all. ~ she sighed, inwardly.

Half a dozen cooks and waiters started yelling at them to get out. Spike just laughed. Kate looked around frantically. You'd think that there would be a surplus of wooden chopsticks lying around in a chinese restaurant, well, chinese-mexican, but to no avail.

"This bores me." Spike said, smugly after shoving a knife-wielding chef against another. "See you soon. You're my special playmate now." He anticipated her coming after him, so he grabbed a wok and through it in her direction to slow her down.

Fearing hot oil, Kate covered her face and then found herself covered in stir-fry. After a few choice expletives, she excused herself, said she was police, flashing her badge as she ran out into the alley.

Of course, he was gone. She took a moment to catch her breath, then found her gun near a dumpster. Tucking it away, she shook her head before entering the restaurant through the front door. She slipped into the bathroom and tried to assess the damage. Kate was grimy and exhausted as she began picking vegetable pieces out of her hair.

"Wonderful. He's gonna love you now." she muttered at her reflection.

Written by T, Nominated by Sonya

With soft steps, Ava left the house and stepped out onto the porch. She raised her head and let the sun bathe her cheeks. Somehow, that made her feel a little better. Safer.

After a moment, though Ava began to need motion. In New York, something was always happening. There were always sounds in the air -- sirens, traffic, conversation, whatever -- and motion on the streets. Not like here. Right now, in the middle of the afternoon, in Roswell, New Mexico, Ava stood on the porch of a suburban house and saw... nothing. Wind... sun... a bird or two... and a cat across the way sleeping in a well-mowed lawn. Most of the time she had been here -- when she wasn't dealing with some catastrophe -- Ava had appreciated and even enjoyed the quiet and the calm. It was something she'd always longed for. But now Ava was discovering the downside of calm and quiet... There was nothing in the world around her to block out the confusion in her own mind.

And Ava was confused about many things right now: her growing feelings for Kyle, the immanent arrival of Zan, Loni's transformation, Rath's apparent change of heart (that she did not trust), the existence of a King (Max) who did not have her as his Queen, the idea of humans and aliens being together (herself and Kyle, Liz and Rath, Liz and Max, Michael and Maria), the idea that she might be destined to stay on Earth rather than return to Antar, the existence of vampires... But, more than anything else, she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened to Kyle outside of the UFO Museum. He was alive... he was talking and acting fairly normal. But... Ava just couldn't shake the idea that something was wrong, that something was different. And it bothered her... a lot.

Ava needed to walk. Perhaps exerting herself would help her take her mind off of things.

She intended just to walk to the end of the block, a nice stroll to clear her head. But, at the end of the block, several houses past the sleeping cat, Ava wasn't done walking yet. She kept going. Houses passed by, then the businesses and little shops that marked the downtown area. She got a little warm, so she took off Kyle's jacket and draped it over her arm.

"Hey, sweetheart. Looking for a ride?"

Ava turned to see two guys wearing letterman jackets similar to the one she was holding. They drove a stylish, black convertible.

"You talkin' to me?"

The guys looked at each other and laughed, then they turned back to her. One was blond, but it was the dark haired one who spoke. "Yeah, we're *talkin'* to you. Need a lift?"

Ava contemplated the boys in the car. She could tell that they wanted her. She'd seen that look on men's faces before. It usually ended up with her running and hiding behind a Dumpster. But... this was Roswell. Stuff like that didn't happen here, she assured herself. They were just being nice... friendly... like the friendly townsfolk in Little House on the Prairie.

"Ah don'..." she started to say. Then something caught her eye. A profile. A young man, tall, well built. The glint of silver on his face. She jumped and skittered closer to the car. A long look revealed that it was just some tourist, but for a moment she'd thought it was Zan, and she'd felt so exposed, so alone. Turning back to the boys, Ava asked, "Wheah yous guys goin'?"

"The mall," the dark haired one said. "Hop in." The blond in the passenger seat slid over to make room for her in the two-seater convertible.

Fear got the better of Ava. She got in the car. It took off with a squeal of tires.

The blond put his arm around her. He grinned. "Just need somewhere to put it," he told her. Ava stiffened, but she didn't shrug off the boy's arm. It was a small car. Maybe he was telling the truth. This was Roswell, not New York, she assured herself again. She bundled Kyle's jacket on her lap. The shiny, lining material was on the outside. She could still smell traces of his perfume that lingered on that inner material.

"Where are you from?" the dark haired one asked. "Obviously not from around here."

"New Yoak," Ava admitted. "Ah just got heah."

"Got any family here?" he asked. "Or friends? Or are you just a tourist to the UFO hall of fame?"

"Ain't none of your business," Ava said. Prickles ran up and down the back of her neck, but she kept telling herself that it couldn't be true. Not here. Not in Roswell!

"I've heard stuff about girls from New York," the blond said with an odd smile. "I've heard that they like to do things..." The dark haired one smothered a laugh.

"Like to do what?" Ava demanded.

"The usual," the blond replied. "Miniature golf, subways, croquet..." The dark haired one began laughing outright. The blond's hand dropped lower and began massaging her shoulder.

"Stop it!" Ava slapped at his hand.

"Don't be mean, sweetie." The blond leaned closer and licked her neck. "That isn't the way to repay someone for a ride. Be nice... like I know you can be."

The car squealed as it pulled into the parking lot at the mall. It stopped on the outskirts of the parking lot, far away from any other cars or passers by.

"Get offa me!" Ava yelled, shoving the blond away. "Ah ain't askin' you again."

The dark haired one leaned forward, a menacing look in his eyes. "Calm down, sweetheart. I know girls like you. You came to alienville looking for an adventure, and we're it. I can tell you don't have family here. It's written all over your face. No one to miss you except the motel clerk if you don't come in the pay your bill. So, just be quiet, and everything is going to be OK." The blond's hands went for the buttons on her shirt, and the dark haired one began to move his fingers up her thighs. His fingers slid across the denim of her jeans, heading for the buttons at her waistband.

For a moment, Ava didn't move. It was always like this. With Zan... with Rath... with most any man who'd ever looked at her! They all thought that she was there to give them whatever they wanted -- her body to use and abuse, her emotions to trifle with... whatever they wanted! And part of Ava whispered in her mind, "Because you deserve it. Because you're a stupid little airhead with nothing to offer except TV dreams and the power to make yourself invisible. Because you're NOTHING." In that moment, Ava was going to let it happen. The blond pushed her on top of him, giving his friend better access. The jacket fell to the floorboard.

That was when she smelled it. Kyle's cologne. Kyle didn't treat her like this! He treated her like a lady. He treated her better than the boys treated Lucy or D.J. or any of the others. If Kyle thought that she didn't deserve this, then... maybe the didn't.

The dark haired one fumbled at the buttons of her jeans. Ava reached out and touched them both. Her powers built inside.

"I told you..." the dark haired one began roughly, but it was too late. Ava PUSHED with her powers and all her strength. The boys howled. She looked down. Where her hands had been, their shirts were nothing but char, and hand-print-shaped burns scarred their perfect, athlete bodies.

"What the hell?"

The dark haired one looked like he wanted to come after her, but the blond was in the way, and the blond was shaking and trying to get away from the girl on his lap. Ava reached out with her powers again and the door flew open. She scrambled out, pausing only long enough to grab Kyle's jacket off of the floor board. Then she ran!

Behind her, she heard the convertible's motor start up. She risked a glance back. The dark haired one glared at her as he revved the engine and took off after her.

Ava cloaked. Then she dodged out of the car's path and stopped moving.

The guy didn't know what to do. He screamed an obscenity into the air. Ava turned and began running for shelter. The nearest building was UFOnics. She didn't even recognize what it was. She just saw people there, and she ran for it. Behind her, the convertible squealed out of the parking lot. Ava decloaked just seconds before she pushed through the doors and ran into the club.....

Written by Erin, Nominated by Sonya

(( Turning to Willow he pointed towards the back of the club. "By the way sweetcheeks did we talk wardorbe? Cause I think you might just be pleasantly surprised" He added with a wicked grin.

Buffy followed Willow and the demon slowly, "Oooh wardrobe! Is Willow going to be dressed like a demon or alien? I think horns is a better idea, attenae are already being used in another establishment." ))

Willow blinked, eyes widening. "Horns? Antenae?" She gulped and looked to Lorne, eyes pleading, "Um... just what do these costumes look like?" She gave him a small, somewhat hestitant, smile. "I'm assuming green is a theme...?"

Please nothing froggy, please nothing froggy.... she chanted to herself. Willow might have moved away from some of her younger self's quirks - such as the 'softer side of Sears' look - for the most part, but her frog fear was still firmly intact.

Written by Sonya (Allie/James), Nominated by Allie

"Dat's why Ah came heah, too," Ava said. "To start ovah." Her voice was soft but her blue eyes shone with a new light. "Ah don't have any experience, but if yoah boss would hire me... Ah could really use a job, Ah think. Ah'd be good at waitin' on tables."

She frowned slightly. "What did you mean, a reading? Ah know how to read, if dat's important." Ava had never gone to formal schooling, but the public library had been a safe haven for her in New York. Somewhere where the others wouldn't go. She'd learned what she knew of reading on her own there.

Written by Erin, Nominated by Sonya

(( Turning to Ava once more he smiled. "Its nothing to worry about sugar really. All I want to know is that you're not some evil monster ready to kill all my clients. Simple as that. All you have to do is sing. The song isn't important... I need something a couple of verses and a chorus or two at the least to get a decent reading, but other than that its your choice. Don't worry if you don't consider yourself to be a singer. Just sing it from the heart and we'll be fine." He offered her an encouraging smile... "Whenever you're ready honey..." ))

For a moment, Ava's mind was blank. She had to pick a song? After a second, she squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth, and began to sing (acapella, no less) the very first song that came into her mind. Her voice was clear... if untrained. Years of practice singing this one to console herself and matching her voice to the singer's meant that she had it down pat. A perfect mimicry of the original.

"You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both, and there you have
the facts of life ...
the facts of life.

There's a time you've got to go and show
you're growing and now you know about
the facts of life ...
the facts of life.

When the world never seems
to be livin' up to your dreams,
and suddenly you're finding out
the facts of life are all about you.

It takes a lot to get 'em right
when you're learning the facts of life.
learning the facts of life ...
learning the facts of life."

When she got to the end of the song, Ava opened her eyes and realized that she had gotten into it enough to raiser her arms up for the dramatic ending.

Slowly lowering her arms and trying not to blush, Ava looked over at Lorne. "Was dat... what you needed?"

Written by Erin (Allie), Nominated by Kat

Lorne pulled up a chair and sat as the young woman started to sing. The colours around her fluttered and flicked, slowly but surely forming into images. The first thing that hit him was the pain. A deep intake of breath helped him to focus a little as the images took shape.

It was a constant pattern in her life. Abuse, in all its forms dominated like some cruel parent. As it became a familiar part of her existance she seemed to seek it out, welcome it almost as a painful yet known friend.

Fear next... A need not to be... to be... Alone... The isolation hung over him like a thick black cloud, totally overwhelming... The emptiness... He shook his head, trying to remove the fear that clamped down hard on his heart like a vice.

Demon... Part demon... Perhaps... It was odd... a demon but not a demon... Maybe she had human blood. Half-castes often had confused auras...

Love... deep this time, yet conflicted, unlike before but held back by a part of herself... A part she... Faded again...

The future grinned as it slipped into her aura. Cocky and arrogant, even though it was, as yet, not 100% certain to be. The future was like some annoying adolescent, totally certain of its own importance even though it could be changed with a simple action or inaction. As soon as it appeared though it blurred, seemingly reluctant to give away its secrets. But something wasn't right... Of that he was certain...

(( "Was dat... what you needed?" ))

Lorne nodded. "That was great honey. Just great. Welcome to the team." He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's time for it to stop sugar. You deserve so much better..."

Written by Allie (Erin), Nominated by Erin

Connick nodded tightly. Well at least Krevlornswath was being serious about the matter. Maybe his reputation did proceed him. Letting his ego be stroked for a minute on that thought, he got out of the stool. "Just lead the way. And don't worry. I know about the Sanctuary Spell. Though, since I'm human." He grinned, almost menacingly. "Though, kidding, kidding, I'm not going to try to hurt you anyway." He smiled, kindly for once, and truly meaning it.

Reading his file back in Pittsburgh, he had been greatly amused by this demon's antics. Krevlornswath, transplant from another dimension and what does he do? Start a karaoke bar. Why would he do that? Well, the file didn't know. Apparently, no one in the L.A. chapter (Chapter 23) had checked out Caritas. At least at the point when the file was created. Maybe he'd have to ask him for the logic behind *that* move.

Connick straightened out his black silk shirt, catching the eye of his bird. Giving a hand command to stay there and not do anything, he smiled at Krevlornswath to continue into his office.

Written by Angela, Nominated by Erin