I don't even own the computer I'm typing this on, so what makes you think I own Angel?

I don't that bit of ingenious-ism belongs to Joss Whedon.

This story has been revised, it was previously on here as Bedazzle, it's just a short story about Cordelia asking Angel an unusual question.

And before someone gets pissed at me for gripping about Twilight, I loved Twilight before over half of you had even heard of it.

Then fame struck, and the movies happened.

And then you crazy obsessed people who think it's perfection when there are better love stories out there started running around EVERYWHERE screaming: Twilight! Twilight is Wonderful! Stephanie Meyer is and ingenious goddess (when really she's an egotistical idiotic bitch who cares nothing for her "fans" or the fact that her books really DON'T MAKE SENSE) and the plain and simple fact that I just got over it and GREW UP changed that for me.

So shut the hell up.

"Hey Angel?"

"What Cordy?"

"Well, I was just wondering?"

"What Cordy?" Angel repeated, beginning to get exasperated with his assistant.

"Can Fred and I cover you in glitter you and call you Edward? . . . .just for one day?" she blurted out in one breath.

"WHAT! NO" Angel shouted, perturbed at his machismo having been insulted.

"Oh well, . . . We had a feeling you'd say that but we thought we'd check anyway" She said disheartened.

Angel didn't have to ask why the girls had such an unusual request, he knew why.

Twilight.

That stupid, preposterous new fad that portrayed vampires as good, safe and souled creatures with the conscious choices over whether or not to partake of human blood.

Where vampires can be in the sun, albeit sparkling, also they had no fangs, and were automatically gorgeous.

Vampires sparkling in the sunlight . . . . . Sparkling vampires? . . . Because that makes sense and isn't crazy in the least bit.

How ridiculous was the world getting?

Angel had seen a ton of ugly vamps in his time.

He'd even told Cordy it was ridiculous, she'd just rolled her eyes and said "You don't drink human blood, and your gorgeous" At which point Angel let his face shift showing his demon side and fangs, showing the side of himself that stopped him from being human, from still being Liam O'Donovan, the side that had kept him from dying close to 200 years earlier in Ireland, the vampire in him.

Cordelia had dropped the subject and returned to reading sitting next to Fred who was glued to her own copy of the offensive novel.

Now they wanted to pretend, he was the main character . . . 'Ifreann Aon!' He turned and looked at Cordy who was still standing there pouting.

He sighed and she looked up.

Then he had a thought and smiled.

She looked at him quizzically with a trace of hope.

Angel smirked as he looked down at his friend "Use Spike" he said cockily.

Cordelia stood there for a moment debating, then smiled "okay" she said before turning of to tell Fred the new plan.

And finally that insulting teenage 'úrscéal de cacamas' gave him a reason to smile because anything that potentially tortured Spike made him happy.

I feel that being from 18th century Ireland Angel would still sometimes think in Irish despite not speaking it out loud (since it's a dead language and nobody would understand him) or not using the accent anymore.

So according to Google Translate in Irish this means:

ifreann aon: Hell No!

úrscéal de cacamas: Novel of crap

Yes, I gave Liam a last name, he needed one.

Thanks for reading, and reviews would be epic . . .unless they are unnecessarily mean then they're just cruel.