Title: Even Angels Fall
Author: Aset
E-mail: Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
Distribution: sure, but please mail me first
Feedback: yes please!
Status: unfinished
Sequel/Season info: season 3; before WITW, after Birthday; Buffy season 6, directly after OMWF
Rating: R
Content warnings: torture, violence,..
Summary:
Pairing: A/C, F/G, S/B
Disclaimer: Not mine (duh!)
Author's note: first of all I want to thank my great bèta ;o) *smiling very brightly* And as for the rest my friends at KULeuven. And I'm gonna say a big thank you for all of you who, after having read this little story push that blue-purple button at the left side all the way down and drop me a little line ;o) Enjoy!
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Prologue
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She gasped as she felt the cold metal cut her flesh. A scream escaped her already soar throat as she felt the excruciating pain spread through her tortured body. Another flood of tears escaped her already red and swollen eyes as more blood coloured her now red dress.
'Please...Please stop.' she pleaded in a hoarse voice, looking at him through her tears. But the only answer she got was laughter...
She could see how the scar across his cheek stretched out as his chuckles filled the air, and how the dirt on his face cracked open. She let out another scream.
'You foolish girl, scream all you want, no one can hear you here... No one cares.' His deep voice ran through the old warehouse as he played with the knife in his hands, removing the blood on it before making another cut into her pale, delicate flesh, allowing more blood to soak her previously white dress.
She felt it trickling down, weakening her.
Again she begged him to have mercy, but her pleas were in vain as he slowly raised the knife, placing it against her throat. She could see the metal reflecting in the artificial light, and her blood on the blade.
She tried to scream, but the only sound she could produce were rattles as he slit her throat, blood trickling down her chest and filling her lungs... Then she entered the night as eternal darkness filled her.
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Chapter 1
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She was in the lobby, he could smell her. That sweet scent of her expensive perfume. He could hear her, hear her laughter fill the lobby of his hotel, and it filled his unbeating heart with joy. She couldn't see him, smiling in his office as he thought about her, dreamt about her.
Over the years they had developed a close friendship, but as so many things, that was getting more and more complicated as his feelings towards her slowly developed and grew stronger. And to be honest it scared him. A simple word of her, and he was smiling all day long, a smile of hers, and he was in heaven. It was she who could make him laugh, and it was she who visited him at night, in his dreams.
If they'd told him four years ago he would be working with Cordelia Chase in LA at a detective agency, more, that they would be close friends and that he'd fall in love with her, he wouldn't have believed it.
But she had changed, a lot, and so had he. Both had grown and become more human in their ways... Well... He did anyway. She on the other hand, had given up her human life, as she became part-demon, to be able to stay with him and carry the visions. She was his seer, and the part of his family he held dearest. She and his son...
Another smile played on his lips as he thought of his little boy, who was now sleeping in his cradle near the desk. Another miracle in his life.
A dream filled his mind as he looked at the little angel sleeping there... A dream in which he was human, playing on the beach with Connor while Cordy lay there in her bikini, beautiful as ever, sunbathing and keeping an eye on their little baby girl, playing in the sand.
'So here's where you've been hiding out!'
Her cheerful voice pulled him out of his daydream, and he fell his jaw drop a little as he saw her standing there in the door-entrance, a deep-red blouse hugging her figure, and dark pants bringing out her slim figure.
Realising he was staring at her, he quickly regained his posture, and cleared his throat.
'Cordelia...Hi.'
'Hi.' She said, stepping over to the cradle where the baby was sleeping, 'how's our boy doing today?' she asked in a soft voice as she caressed the infant's cheek.
'Fine...I'm good.' Angel said, a little smile plastered on his face.
'Not you, dork! The baby.' She said, a bit annoyed, but she kept smiling.
'Oh.' He said, moving closer towards her, 'He's... He's okay...Sleeping.' he concluded.
He wanted to hit himself on the head, realising how stupid that had sounded, but she didn't seem to mind. Or she'd just got used to that.
'So...Why are you in here? Brooding again, mister?' she asked, a playful smile spread across her face as she poked her finger into his chest.
'No!' he said through his chuckles, bringing his arms up to his chest, trying to defend himself from her torturing tickles. But she kept teasing him, making him laugh, only to squeal herself as he tickled her back.
His tickles slowly changed into gentle ministrations as she rested her hands on his back... She was close enough to see the little sparkle in his eyes. The smile on her face slowly faded as their heads moved closer. He could hear her increasing heartbeat, and how she held her breath a little, then their lips met in a gentle touch.
She took a deep breath as she looked into his eyes, and saw what had been there all along...love.
Intoxicated by the sweetness of her lips, he moved his head closer again, capturing her mouth with his own. Encouraged by their mutual feelings of passion and longing, their kiss deepened and for a moment, it seemed like the world around them had disappeared.
Cordy felt her legs grow weak as Angel held her close. As he pulled back, she rested her head against his shoulder, both lost for words.
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John Kent sighed as he got out of his car, pulling his belt back into place. The afternoon sun shone down mercilessly on his bald scull and even though it was only the beginning of April, little pearls of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
They'd got an anonymous call a couple of hours ago, saying they'd seen something 'unusual' near the old soap factory in the docks.
The inspector decided to check it out, and John Kent was set out to have a look around.
About 30 years ago, when he just started out at the LAPD, the building in front of him had been a flourishing factory. Now, it was just another empty building in the docks, slowly turning into a ruin.
He walked up to the rusted gate, some graffiti sprayed upon it.
It opened with a creeping sound and an awful smell greeted the white cop. Resisting the urge to puke, he pulled out his handkerchief and brought it up to his mouth, stepping into the old warehouse. But 30 years of service couldn't really prepare him for the horrifying view in front of him...
The remains of a young girl, chained up against the wall, a dark puddle of dried blood underneath her. Cuts covered her barely dressed body; maggots and flies roaming over the naked skin and the entrails hanging out of her partially digested body. Her eyes were open, but in the place where once her eyeballs were, worms were now moving around.
'Oh God.' He uttered. A last look at the body and he ran outside, emptying his stomach before calling his superiors.
It wasn't until the back up arrived, about 15 minutes later, that John Kent found the courage to go back inside. He hated this... When he joined the police force, he wanted to help people. Instead he had been looking at dead bodies over and over again, and it sickened him. In the beginning he though he could get used to it, that it would just take time, but it never did. You just don't get used to death, even if you'd seen it a thousand times.
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Author: Aset
E-mail: Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
Distribution: sure, but please mail me first
Feedback: yes please!
Status: unfinished
Sequel/Season info: season 3; before WITW, after Birthday; Buffy season 6, directly after OMWF
Rating: R
Content warnings: torture, violence,..
Summary:
Pairing: A/C, F/G, S/B
Disclaimer: Not mine (duh!)
Author's note: first of all I want to thank my great bèta ;o) *smiling very brightly* And as for the rest my friends at KULeuven. And I'm gonna say a big thank you for all of you who, after having read this little story push that blue-purple button at the left side all the way down and drop me a little line ;o) Enjoy!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Prologue
------------
She gasped as she felt the cold metal cut her flesh. A scream escaped her already soar throat as she felt the excruciating pain spread through her tortured body. Another flood of tears escaped her already red and swollen eyes as more blood coloured her now red dress.
'Please...Please stop.' she pleaded in a hoarse voice, looking at him through her tears. But the only answer she got was laughter...
She could see how the scar across his cheek stretched out as his chuckles filled the air, and how the dirt on his face cracked open. She let out another scream.
'You foolish girl, scream all you want, no one can hear you here... No one cares.' His deep voice ran through the old warehouse as he played with the knife in his hands, removing the blood on it before making another cut into her pale, delicate flesh, allowing more blood to soak her previously white dress.
She felt it trickling down, weakening her.
Again she begged him to have mercy, but her pleas were in vain as he slowly raised the knife, placing it against her throat. She could see the metal reflecting in the artificial light, and her blood on the blade.
She tried to scream, but the only sound she could produce were rattles as he slit her throat, blood trickling down her chest and filling her lungs... Then she entered the night as eternal darkness filled her.
*-*-*
Chapter 1
----------------
She was in the lobby, he could smell her. That sweet scent of her expensive perfume. He could hear her, hear her laughter fill the lobby of his hotel, and it filled his unbeating heart with joy. She couldn't see him, smiling in his office as he thought about her, dreamt about her.
Over the years they had developed a close friendship, but as so many things, that was getting more and more complicated as his feelings towards her slowly developed and grew stronger. And to be honest it scared him. A simple word of her, and he was smiling all day long, a smile of hers, and he was in heaven. It was she who could make him laugh, and it was she who visited him at night, in his dreams.
If they'd told him four years ago he would be working with Cordelia Chase in LA at a detective agency, more, that they would be close friends and that he'd fall in love with her, he wouldn't have believed it.
But she had changed, a lot, and so had he. Both had grown and become more human in their ways... Well... He did anyway. She on the other hand, had given up her human life, as she became part-demon, to be able to stay with him and carry the visions. She was his seer, and the part of his family he held dearest. She and his son...
Another smile played on his lips as he thought of his little boy, who was now sleeping in his cradle near the desk. Another miracle in his life.
A dream filled his mind as he looked at the little angel sleeping there... A dream in which he was human, playing on the beach with Connor while Cordy lay there in her bikini, beautiful as ever, sunbathing and keeping an eye on their little baby girl, playing in the sand.
'So here's where you've been hiding out!'
Her cheerful voice pulled him out of his daydream, and he fell his jaw drop a little as he saw her standing there in the door-entrance, a deep-red blouse hugging her figure, and dark pants bringing out her slim figure.
Realising he was staring at her, he quickly regained his posture, and cleared his throat.
'Cordelia...Hi.'
'Hi.' She said, stepping over to the cradle where the baby was sleeping, 'how's our boy doing today?' she asked in a soft voice as she caressed the infant's cheek.
'Fine...I'm good.' Angel said, a little smile plastered on his face.
'Not you, dork! The baby.' She said, a bit annoyed, but she kept smiling.
'Oh.' He said, moving closer towards her, 'He's... He's okay...Sleeping.' he concluded.
He wanted to hit himself on the head, realising how stupid that had sounded, but she didn't seem to mind. Or she'd just got used to that.
'So...Why are you in here? Brooding again, mister?' she asked, a playful smile spread across her face as she poked her finger into his chest.
'No!' he said through his chuckles, bringing his arms up to his chest, trying to defend himself from her torturing tickles. But she kept teasing him, making him laugh, only to squeal herself as he tickled her back.
His tickles slowly changed into gentle ministrations as she rested her hands on his back... She was close enough to see the little sparkle in his eyes. The smile on her face slowly faded as their heads moved closer. He could hear her increasing heartbeat, and how she held her breath a little, then their lips met in a gentle touch.
She took a deep breath as she looked into his eyes, and saw what had been there all along...love.
Intoxicated by the sweetness of her lips, he moved his head closer again, capturing her mouth with his own. Encouraged by their mutual feelings of passion and longing, their kiss deepened and for a moment, it seemed like the world around them had disappeared.
Cordy felt her legs grow weak as Angel held her close. As he pulled back, she rested her head against his shoulder, both lost for words.
*-*-*
John Kent sighed as he got out of his car, pulling his belt back into place. The afternoon sun shone down mercilessly on his bald scull and even though it was only the beginning of April, little pearls of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
They'd got an anonymous call a couple of hours ago, saying they'd seen something 'unusual' near the old soap factory in the docks.
The inspector decided to check it out, and John Kent was set out to have a look around.
About 30 years ago, when he just started out at the LAPD, the building in front of him had been a flourishing factory. Now, it was just another empty building in the docks, slowly turning into a ruin.
He walked up to the rusted gate, some graffiti sprayed upon it.
It opened with a creeping sound and an awful smell greeted the white cop. Resisting the urge to puke, he pulled out his handkerchief and brought it up to his mouth, stepping into the old warehouse. But 30 years of service couldn't really prepare him for the horrifying view in front of him...
The remains of a young girl, chained up against the wall, a dark puddle of dried blood underneath her. Cuts covered her barely dressed body; maggots and flies roaming over the naked skin and the entrails hanging out of her partially digested body. Her eyes were open, but in the place where once her eyeballs were, worms were now moving around.
'Oh God.' He uttered. A last look at the body and he ran outside, emptying his stomach before calling his superiors.
It wasn't until the back up arrived, about 15 minutes later, that John Kent found the courage to go back inside. He hated this... When he joined the police force, he wanted to help people. Instead he had been looking at dead bodies over and over again, and it sickened him. In the beginning he though he could get used to it, that it would just take time, but it never did. You just don't get used to death, even if you'd seen it a thousand times.
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