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Greetings Angel.
They've informed me that my words will be transcribed for you, rather
like a letter. It's really quite fascinating, to see one's spoken
word appear directly on paper, so you must forgive me if I seem a
trifle garrulous here.
It appears that I have died. I remember very little, really, just a
gunshot, and then this sensation of great cold. And voices shouting,
of course, Gunn's being the most strident. I woke up briefly in the
hospital, I believe, but everything was so unclear. I hope Charles
does not blame himself too much. He and Cordelia are entirely alone,
now, Angel, and they're both still children, really. Please watch
over them. Do NOT let your anger and theirs build some terrible
barrier; they will still stand between you and darkness, if you will
only let them. Only now they do not have the questionable protection
of an ex-Watcher with terribly shaky magical skills, so they need you
more than ever.
That is the most and supremely important thing. Beyond this, there
are some loose ends that I simply must tidy up.
The Groget's Demon Lore that I borrowed from you is on the third
shelf down, in the bookshelf in my apartment. I've earmarked certain
passages that I think may prove useful to you in the future,
especially as pertains to common North American demons and their
habits. You might want to be especially careful of the Kr'Grakah,
since they prey almost exclusively on vampires and are vicious
fighters.
Also on that bookshelf, you will find a green volume with gold
lettering in Latin. It deals primarily in curses, including those of
the Romany people. I would have given it to you earlier, but, since
we haven't really spoken recently...in any event, I have marked the
chapters dealing with soul-binding. I thought we might try to affix
your soul permanently. In case, you know, you ever...thought,
perhaps, about loving again. I'm sure you will be able to decipher
the meaning of the rituals without me, though.
I missed you terribly, you know. I thought I caught a glimpse of you
in the hospital, but surely....surely you would not have come, and
then stayed outside? No, I'm sorry. Of course you would not. I do
apologize. Back to the loose ends, then.
I never did fix the step outside the hotel, so please be careful when
you come home, especially if you have been fighting hard and are more
tired than usual. It could go at any moment, and the wood could be
dangerous. There are the phone numbers and addresses of some
contractors in your directory, I expect. It would be best if it was
mended as soon as possible.
I believe I left an axe by the back sewer entrance the last time I
was there. It's a good spot for it, ready to hand in case of
subterranian attack. It's yours, if you would like it.
Don't forget to eat regularly, Angel. I know sometimes you simply
don't remember, but you MUST keep your strength up. And one pint of
blood a day is really not enough. I found a little shop down by
LaBrea last week that will deliver blood to your residence; it seems
they have a number of vampiric clients. So there is no excuse, now,
for not taking better care of yourself.
There is a delivery of shaded glass for the front windows of the
hotel that should be arriving at any time. I...had thought it would
be pleasant for you, to be able to enjoy the lobby without concern
for the sun. And since our little agency was doing so well, with
Virginia's referral, it was really a trifle. I hope you enjoy them.
You must allow yourself a little happiness, Angel, if you are to
survive. Please do not let the demon win. There are people
who...who care and worry about you, and do not wish for your life to
continue in darkness. Keep fighting the good fight.
Sinc-
Best Reg-
Respe-
No.
Love, and farewell,
Wesley Wyndham-Price