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Cosmetic Surgery

The evil being occupying Cordelia’s body snarled in frustration. Angelus was gone, and Soul Boy was back, thanks to that interfering witch. She’d have to move on to the big revelation scene.

For maximum impact she should look at her best. Cordelia touched up her lipstick and then reached for another cosmetic. Damn, empty. Oh well, no big, Fred would have some...

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A ghastly shriek of agony came from upstairs. The gang in the atrium of the Hyperion grabbed for weapons but before they could act a figure appeared on the stairs. Cordelia, screaming at the top of her voice, blood streaming down her face.

“Cordy!” Angel cried. He jumped towards her but collided with Connor and they sprawled on the ground.

Cordelia’s eye sockets were pools of blood. She missed a step and toppled the rest of the way down the flight. Her body landed at the foot of the stairs and lay still. Her bloody eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Something fell from her hand and rolled across the floor.

Fred picked it up. “I warned Cordy not to steal my makeup,” she said, holding out the tiny wand for the others to see. “Texas Chainsaw Mascara.”