"Didn't I tell you to fuck off?"
She tilted her head, her long hair brushing across her shoulder. "You are debating my fate, my Host. Should I not get to give my opinion?"
"No. You are a parasite. A literal hellish parasite. Fuck off."
"Parasite? Oh my host, you got it all wrong. Not parasite. I'm a net positive to my host, I'm a symbiote. Tok'ra, not Goa'uld."
Shaking my head, I rubbed my eyes. "And stay out of my memories, hell bitch."
"Can't. Literally can't."
She actually sounded apologetic about it.
"Fine. What is your opinion on the matter? Oh, let me guess. You want me to keep the coin and use your abilities while you slowly turn me more and more evil until you can take over and wreak havoc on Earth, slaughtering your way through the histories." I snarled at the blurry woman.
The blurry image nodded. "I do think you should keep and use the coin. But not for what you think. Here, allow me." she said and reached out, putting a warm hand across my eyes before I could pull away.
I jerked back and suddenly everything was completely clear. I could see. For the first time since I was four I could see clearly without my glasses.
I looked around before turning back to her. She looked like I thought she looked. Beautiful, petite but with curves, long flowing red hair, pale white skin and deep green eyes. Wearing a very thin white dress that ended mid-thigh and left one shoulder uncovered.
"What did you do!?" I snarled at her.
The fallen angel smiled shyly. "Paying rent, my host."
I swallowed and then shook my head. "Take it back." I said before a thought struck me from what I remembered of the books, "Wait... you can't DO that! I'm not holding the coin!"
Taziel shrugged one shoulder. "I hardly need power for a small trick like that. I'm just unscrambling the image that hits your retina."
That would be just it wouldn't it? Just a little favor at first. It wasn't so bad was it?
Yeah, no.
"You'll have to work a bit harder than that. Take it back."
She took a long deep sigh which did all kinds of interesting things to her chest before she nodded. "As you wish, my host."
My vision turned blurry again.
Closing and rubbing my eyes I walked back to the bed by memory before opening them and tracking down the small reflection of light that was my glasses before putting them on, glaring at the fallen angel. "I thought I told you to fuck off? I have some thinking to do."
"I understand. I will leave you alone, my host. But I know that you are smart enough to want all the information first. I'm in your head, I know who you are. I also know where we are. This town is dangerous for untrained mortals, and you think you know some of what is coming. If I were you, I would like any advantage I could get to survive."
I scowled at her. "So is crossing the street."
Taziel bowed her head for me. "Very well. I understand why you do not trust a word out of my mouth. But I will still give you my word. I swear upon my creator or anything else you wish that every single word I tell you will be the truth. I will never lie to you, my host."
"Fuck off!"
"I will. If you need me, you only need to ask." She said before she was just... gone. Like she was never there in the first place.
Which, of course, she wasn't.
Letting out a breath, I shook my head as I pinched the bridge of my nose. She was right, though. Whatever kind of hell bitch she was, I was clearly still connected to the coin somehow.
So... council or someone else. Who could I possibly trust with this? I knew enough that a Coin is more dangerous than a nuke. They just took longer to do the killing.
Okay. Okay.
Letting out a breath, I rubbed my forehead. I won't find someone it was safe to hand it over to anytime soon. So the order of business was containment and minimizing influence. There was a possible magical link, so I needed to find a way to break that or at least limit it. Then it would be limited to a nagging shade without any magical shenanigans.
I can handle that. I think.
Maybe.
Magic meant learning magic. Which meant in this case... The School Library and the books there. Buffy and monster central, the literal location of the Hellmouth.
The fact that that was the safest option, walking into a place with one of the world's future most powerful witches, a man trained from literal birth to recognize monsters and demons and a Slayer with a fucking Fallen riding along inside my head was just damn wrong.
On top of the Mouth of Hell. Bringing a fallen angel on top of a portal to fucking hell.
Yeah, that's a great idea on the scale of 'let's lick this powerline' or playing 'hug the vampire'.
So that was out. I still needed to go to school but I could probably avoid the library so I didn't get too close. Should maybe be okay.
There was that magic shop downtown I'd passed by a couple of times. What was it called again? Bob's something something magic. It might simply be stage magic, but this being Sunnydale my bet was not.
What did I need... wards against evil, containment...
I needed a pen and paper.
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this part.
Give her a chance, she's nice and pretty! Nothing could go wrong whatsoever, considering you're on a place that deals with the Apocalypse like it's a weekly sale.
