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[bloodcursedseer]

 Cassie was fading, she hurt all over, more so when she tried to breathe.  Leaning more against Lindsey she fought to let him know just how bad her injuries were.  On the upside... The shifter that had tried to stop them was never going to have a face for tv now.  She just wished she had been able to do a little more damage on the way out.

"How much further?"  The question was low, taking more out of her.  The way there was sharp pain in her chest, she was pretty sure a few ribs were broken, as well as her arm which hung limply against her.  The rain wasn't helping at all either.  She was shivering, now wishing she had worn a long sleeve shirt instead of the tank top.  

Lightening danced in the sky again and she flinched, letting out a low whimper of pain, her foot catching on uneven pavement threatening to spill her to the ground.

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[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey reached to catch her, nearly losing his own balance in the process. The fight to get out of the office building had been even more brutal on him. While he might not be as well trained in fighting, he took his role as her Sentinel seriously, blocking any hits to her that he could. "Almost there."

Every breath sent a stabbing pain through his chest. He wouldn't be surprised if a broken rib had gotten shoved through a lung. And they couldn't risk a hospital. Not this close to the firm. He glanced up and pointed across the street. "There."

[bloodcursedseer]

She gave a slight nod. Upside, it was nearly four am, so there was little traffic, crossing the street would be easy. "Sure they'll let us in? Place looks deserted?" She wanted to sleep, first she knew she had to patch herself and Lindsey up.

She was quiet for a bit as they made it into the courtyard. She wanted to make another smart ass remark about his fighting skill, but kept it to herself, focusing more on staying standing, and keeping Lindsey moving. She doubted that they'd take to her escape well, more so when they found out the three items in the bag she carried. Three books that could help her and Lindsey out if she could work the magic.

[capt_forehead]

Angel had been sitting in the lobby of the Hyperion, enjoying a quiet evening with one of his books. It was a pleasant change of pace from the violence. He looks up as his 'spider sense' kicks in and the sharp smell of fresh blood wafts through the door. His book is discarded without a thought and he strides towards the door.

They almost looked like hell had chewed them up and spit them back out. He steps out and immediately slips an arm around Cassie and, if she'll let him, picks her off her feet.

"Lindsey, what the hell happened?"

"My god.

[hart_or_hand]

"Oh, the usual." Lindsey hisses as he stumbles against the door frame, jarring his broken shoulder. "Hotel California doesn't just let you leave."

[bloodcursedseer]

"Oh please, at least Hotel California makes you believe for a bit you're not their hostage." Cassie managed to whisper weakly. "Though, really... glad their guards are nothing like fighting ghosts, I think there's still ribs to shatter."

She half thought about fighting against being carried, but right now, she really didn't want another fight.

[capt_forehead]

"Wolfram & Hart." Angel carefully sets Cassie down on one of the couches and walks back to Lindsey, begrudgingly offering him help to sit next to her. If he takes it, Angel'll cart him over, if not, he'll be ducking around the main counter of the Hyperion and getting the first aid kit.

"You guys should be at a hospital." He didn't know how well he could patch them up, considering the severity of their wounds.

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey laughs harshly as he lets Angel help him over to the couch. "Gee, Angel, I can't believe I didn't think of a hospital," he retorts sarcastically. "I'll just charter a plane and fly us to Baltimore so we can check into one of theirs."

[bloodcursedseer]

"I can help patch him up. I've done it enough times with my brother. And me an' hospitals don't mix well." She had to think of something right. "Rather not have to deal with the paperwork, or them contacting my family yet." Because she doesn't want them to get a hold of any members of her family to lure her back.

She's also glad her Father never did finish law school, he'd probably be working for them if he had.

[capt_forehead]

He shoots Lindsey a look before unpacking the Aid kit. He knows how to bandage broken bones, but the problem is that they won't know if they have clean breaks or fractured breaks.

"Cassie, you'll have to pull up your shirt." He'll have to cut Lindsey's off to get to his shoulder without damaging it more. He brandishes the bandages that'll secure the bones at them.

"Didn't think I was an option for help. Considering." Considering the distaste for him that they have.

[hart_or_hand]

"We can't exactly go to Caritas," Lindsey counters, watching Angel take care of Cassie. "Heard it burned down and Lorne's working with you."

[bloodcursedseer]

Seeing that Lindsey was willing to wait she one handedly pulled the tank top up to what she hoped was far enough. What the shirt had been hiding were some nasty old scars, and none of them looked like they were surgical.

"We're here because it was closest place, all the hunters I know in town would have still been grilling me, if they didn't kill me on sight. Dad and my Uncle really fucked things up last time they were in LA." She bit down on her lip as her shivers caused her whole body to tense for a moment, a small whimper of pain escaping her, and she dropped the soaked tank, though it stayed where she had pulled it too. Lucky for skin tight clothes.

[capt_forehead]

Angel gingerly flips the shirt up in places where the fabric didn't do what she wanted and wraps her ribs tightly. He mutters sorry when she whimpers in pain.

"I'm honored." His sarcasm is evident. A chair is sacrificed for a splint for her arm. "Keep breathing deeply. There's pain pills in the box."

He turns his attention to Lindsey and starts by cutting his shirt away. "Yeah, Lorne was less then pleased with that."

[hart_or_hand]

"So am I,"Lindsey mutters. "Only place here shouldn't've been burned down."

He gasps as the movement jostles his shoulder slightly. Now that they are safely away, his grasp on the present starts fading. Angel is one of the last people he wants to see him like this but the pain is taking over now that the adrenaline has faded. He sags limply against the couch, grateful for at least one sensation that wasn't pain.

[bloodcursedseer]

Cassie watched him worried. "Pain killers usually aren't strong enough. I'm fine if I don't move too quickly." She did glance to the door though. "He's going to need to lie down properly." She really wanted to risk getting him to the hospital, but didn't want to get caught again. "Right now though if you have scotch I could use some to numb the pain. If they find us, he's in no condition to fight."

She was still trying to figure out how she'd fight herself. Numbing the pain would help, she wouldn't expect the vampire to protect them, not without help and she was determined not to be locked back in the guilded cage they had pretty much kept her in since she was bonded with Lindsey.

[capt_forehead]

Angel carefully lifts Linsdey's arm enough to wrap part of his chest, his shoulder and his upper bicep. He's calm and quick, taking no joy out of his pain.

"There is some in the cabinet in the office. Where you guys followed?"

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey doesn't respond beyond a quiet, pained sound. He hates most of the scents he's taking in. The scent of blood is almost enough to make him gag. The bandages help the pain some but replace that with the texture of the fabric. At least it's mostly quiet, unlike most of the times he's gotten lost over the past months.

[bloodcursedseer]

"I don't think we were. They would have grabbed us before we got here." She reached over touching Lindsey's arm lightly when he whimpered, hoping it would help him some.

She tries to think about her car, since that had helped them both before, though her grip on his arm tightened after a moment, her eyes darkening to black as her breath caught in her throat, she let him go, barely managing to before the vision hit her fully, crashing into her like a freight train.

"Rabbit... bit, large snake..." She mumbled to herself in order to remember it. "Rabbit gets away... Wounded... Fevered." She was having difficulty breathing, almost as if she was the rabbit. "Not safe, but can't move.." With that she slid to the ground crying out when she hit her broken arm on the couch. Her good arm wrapped around her sides.

"Fuck, those still aren't easier..." She had her eyes closed trying to will the room to stop moving. Her heart was still racing, she had seen most of the vision from the rabbit's view. Her good hand went to the bag, instinctively going for the journals of her grandfather and father to look for the monster, instead she pulled out one of the spell books she had stolen from the law firm's library. "That's right... they still have the journals. Dad's going to kill me for losing his father's journal."

[capt_forehead]

Thankfully, Angel had already finished with Lindsey's shoulder when Cassie fell to the ground. He's over her in two quick strides, a hand outcast to help her up. He's curiously frustrated. Between Doyle and Cordelia, Angel knows when a vision comes, and he's obviously upset that it wasn't shared information. Never mind the fact that there hasn't been time. He'll make time later for his questions.

"What was it?"

[bloodcursedseer]

She bit her lip not reaching for his hand yet.

"I..." She glanced up. "I think it was an albino rattle snake. Not sure if it's symbolic or just a snake yet. Give me a moment, I stand up this soon I'm going to get sick." Her tone had less bite to it at least.

"It's the first one I've had in a while, he doesn't know okay? I was always worried what would happen if they found out about them." She shifted a little so she could wrap her good arm around a leg.

[capt_forehead]

Angel frowns and slips his hands into his pocket until she's ready to get up. He doesn't want to rush her.

"Fine. So, what was it?"

[bloodcursedseer]

She doesn't look up. "I sometimes see things, this is the first time it wasn't tied to Dad or my twin though." She glanced at Lindsey, something nagging at her about the vision.

She giggled she couldn't help it. "I think he was the rabbit. Though you would think if it was the firm it would be wolves and not a snake."

[capt_forehead]

He doesn't find it that funny, considering the shape that Wolfram & Hart left them in. He frowns over her, cataloging the things she's saying, like her being a twin.

"Makes sense. Evil company run from hell with a snake as their 'animal guide'." He sarcastically uses those quotes.

[bloodcursedseer]

Cassie reached over touching Lindsey with her good arm. "Could never see the whole snake and evil bit. I mean yeah it's in the Bible, but really... most snakes I've encountered weren't that bad."

Lindsey, you're going to have to come out of it... Please I know you're hurt, but we need to move if we're going to stay free of them and I can't read the books I grabbed from the library. She hoped asking him for help would snap him out of it, to tell the truth he was starting to scare her a little, or maybe it was the fact she was wounded, on the run and unarmed...

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey moaned quietly. He turned slightly toward her. "C'ssie..." He blinked slowly as her voice in his mind pulled him back to full awareness. "Wha' d'ya need me t'look at?"

[capt_forehead]

"You guys need to rest." If they could barely walk in, she shouldn't be bothering him, she should be sleeping. And so should he. They came into his house all bloodied up, so now he's responsible for them.

[bloodcursedseer]

"Angel's right, the books can wait until tomorrow." She bit her lip a moment. "There a room we can use?" She'd crash in a chair, there was no way she was going to let Lindsey out of her sight for now. "Just figured you wouldn't want to sleep in the lobby Linds. Come on... I'll help you."

Moving to stuff the books back in the bag she stood, actually having to catch Angel's arm to keep from falling. "Okay little too fast."

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey nodded. There was no way he could rest here, so exposed, right where any of Wolfram and Hart's flunkies could see him as they walked through the door. He pushed himself upright, trying to stand despite his broken ankle.

[capt_forehead]

Angel holds her until she's regained her balance, shaking his head. "I'll get him, you focus on not collapsing. There's empty rooms right up the stairs." Angel walks over and slips an arm under Lindsey's good shoulder, hoisting as much of the man's weight as he could, which is a considerable about. Angel figures they'll take one room for the both of them and gestures towards the staircase.

"There's sewer access that we can get to if we need to run." Because he can't be sure that they weren't followed, despite Cassie's confidence in it.

[bloodcursedseer]

Cassie nods. She clings to the wall when they get to the stairs, using it to help her.

When Lindsey was set down the set the books on the table in the room. The image had been worrying her still. "We fought... It wasn't a werewolf, it was hairy like one and strong, but lone wolves in L.A. is really rare, and..." She was rambling trying to make sense of everything she had seen. They'd want them in one piece right? Then why when she tried to slip into Lindsey's thought was it still thick, like he was drunk.

"A few hours we'll leave, that way we don't bring trouble down on you. By then I should have a plan to get us out of the city at least." She really didn't want to risk anyone else getting hurt because of her. Her mind was already going over what she'd need. Food and weapons, her car... Which might be a little more difficult with it sitting in their parking lot, along with her weapons cache. Even wounded, she straightened up a little more, falling into the 'soldier' act she used when around her uncle, she knew a few hours would be fine for her, if she managed to sleep, but Lindsey would need time. Then there were the books she had brought...

"Angel, you wouldn't happen to have rock salt, a black candle and... I'm going to need a sharp knife. If we are followed it'll be because of the books. I took them directly from the library as we escaped. I know one spell that'll keep them hidden. I'll need to get to the exact center of the building too. Use the same spell they use to hide their building from most people to hide this one. Payment for helping us."

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey made a face as Angel helped him up. He'd rather walk on his own power, especially after the past few months. He relaxed against Angel, though, as the vampire took his weight off of his injured ankle. He might not personally like the vampire but he respected him and he felt safe here.

[capt_forehead]

"You let me worry about my trouble. You guys are too injured to get far, even if you had car. A hundred miles out of the city and you think they won't be able to suck you right off the road?" Angel shook his head as he helped Lindsey into the room and onto the bed. "Lay down." Angel stepped towards Cassie afterwards and nodding at her request, leaves for about five minutes.

When he returns, he's got most of what she wanted. The black candle and a sharpened letter opener, for sure, but he's holding a container of Morton's table salt.

"It's all I had." He'd thank her, but not right now. Maybe after he sees if her magic will really work.

[bloodcursedseer]

She was quiet a moment as he spoke. "Alright you have a point... And can't call Dad to help me with this. He'd be at a loss what to think."

She nodded. "I've worked with less. Trust me... those little salt packets from fast food joints... aren't the best, but hey works." She clutched the bag a moment taking the offered items. "Center of the building? Preferably no windows just in case. I don't mind an audience, but would rather they you know have a body."

"Lindsey, you'll be okay. I promise after I hide these from them I'll be right back."

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey sighed as Angel eased him onto the bed. Exhaustion started to make itself known. The pain from his injuries had mostly faded to a dull ache. He nodded to Cassie, too tired to do more.

[capt_forehead]

Angel nods again, looking back once more at Lindsey before leading the way back out to the lobby. Walking up against the round set of seats, Angel bends and shoves violently. The seats scrape across the marble floor an up against the stairs.

"The demon we killed to clean this placed used the heart of the building to collect its energy. It's there, in the center of the floor." He slips his hands in his pockets.

"Can I help?"

[bloodcursedseer]

She noted how he moved the seats and bit her lip a moment. "Want to make the circle for me. Don't worry I'm not going to be calling any spirits, not all magic with black candles is spiritual." She knelt at the area he uncovered holding out her hand a moment, as if to feel the energy there.

"This will work. Little darker than I'd like, but I can handle it." She started setting the books before her spreading them out so that it wouldn't take long to sprinkle them with her blood to work the magic. Holding the letter opener she looked up at him.

"You're not going to have a problem with fresh blood are you? It's the only way I know that will hide them, there's probably others, but I don't have my book with me."

[capt_forehead]

Angel picks up the salt and starts shaking it out, the line solid enough for it to be binding. "I thought I had at least earned more credit than that." A flash of irritation across his face before he pushes it blank again.

"No problems at all." The circle is finished and Angel steps aside to watch her work her magic.

[bloodcursedseer]

"I'm just being cautious. Really can't blame me for it. Some of your kind I know get a little different if the wounds are less than a minute old."

She speaks in Latin, holding her palm above the books. A slice across her palm makes her hiss, but the droplets of blood fall to the books, a coppery mark appearing on them for a moment as her eyes go black for a moment. Blinking they're back to green and she drops the knife shaking her cut hand. "Ow... Always hurts doing that. But, right now their best magic users can't find the books as long as I'm still alive." She grinned. "Just wish I could do it on living things. No such luck on that one. Connections with demons not Angels."

[capt_forehead]

Angel silently watches her work the magic, his eyes narrowing as her eyes blacken. He doesn't trust her as far as he could throw her, a considerable distance, but for the sake of the situation, he'll work with her.

"So what are you?"

[bloodcursedseer]

She looked up at him. "Human, infused with demon blood. He doesn't know okay? I managed to keep that little tidbit from the other lawyers too. They just think I'm a psychic hunter." She didn't get up.

"Trust me not enough of the demon blood in me to cause damage." She reached into her bag for the scarf she had worn earlier in the day, wrapping it around her hand. "Lindsey trusts you, I won't do anything to endanger him right now." She put the books in the bag standing carefully.

"Here, only right that you know what we brought with us into your home. I can read some of them, but I don't think they're in a demon dialect I know." She hoped sharing the knowledge with him would help at least a little.

[capt_forehead]

"Lindsey doesn't trust me. He knows me, there is a difference." Lindsey knows that Angel wouldn't hurt him after taking him into protection, but that doesn't say anything about trust.

"I'll look at them later, when you collapsing in my house isn't a concern." He broods at her, wanting her to go and lay down, to rest now that her work was done. Give him time enough to sort through his enemy showing on his doorstep.

[bloodcursedseer]

"With the circles I run in... you don't go to people you know even if wounded. Some of them would gladly use you as bait for the monster that wounded you if it meant they'd get a chance at taking it out."

"I'm okay, just need a little sleep. Few hours I'll be fine."

[capt_forehead]

He didn't really expect her to understand whatever stupid code of honor he runs on.

"Then go. I'll keep watch."

[bloodcursedseer]

She nodded leaving the books for him. She really didn't want to lug them back upstairs with her.

If Lindsey wanted to bitch at her later left him, for now she was going to go sit with him until she did fade off.

[hart_or_hand]

Lindsey stirred slightly in his sleep as he sensed her moving around. Perhaps it was her scent. His heightened Sentinel's sense were fine tuned to pick up everything about her.

[bloodcursedseer]

Cassie fell into the chair near the bed, She didn't say anything as she curled up un the chair a little, falling asleep. she was exhausted, casting the spell on the books drained her, but she wasn't going to let either of them know it. Nor was she going to move to the bed even though there was room.