@smurfdemon gets a re-ensouled starter
The switch would begin like a headache -- a migraine aura with spots floating across her vision. Fred supposed it was a miracle she was alive to feel the discomfort in the first place.
She still wasn't exactly sure what had caused her soul to return to its body, but whatever had done it hadn't managed to exorcise Illyria completely from her core. Or maybe this cohabitation had been their plan all along. The scientist knew how Angel's condition had operated, given the bounds of a curse for its triggering incident. But with Illyria, there seemed to be little rhyme or reason -- predominantly either herself or the entity vying for control at any given moment.
Fred was good at keeping the Old One under control, mostly. But there were moments she slipped -- fear seemed to be the biggest catalyst, as did intoxication. But sometimes, the switches were random, like right now --
"Oh, no... no, not now," she muttered as she saw the blue-tinged aura creeping into the periphery of her vision. Fred quickly put down her grocery basket and braced herself against the ice cream freezer door at the local food mart. The woman shut her eyes tight, trying to push back the feeling of cold creeping up her extremities...
But when she reopened her eyes, it was like she was watching the world from inside herself. A private screening room of the grocery store she'd just been in. But Fred was no longer in control.
"Oh, damn it. Illyria, what could be so important that you pushed me out before I got my Ben and Jerry's?"