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Fallen
PROLOUGE
Cordelia Chase turned in her sleep. A frown was etched upon her beautiful face. She was huddled up in a small ball at the edge of her bed, almost as if she expected someone else to be on the other side, curled up around her.
Wesley sighed. He hated for her to be alone like she was. He wished sometimes that he'd never let her come to England with him. He hadn't been helping her with her problems, he had helped her run away from them, but that was not what he had intended.
When they had first bought the house in the Lake District he had told her she should go home after a few weeks, but weeks had turned into months and two years down the line and she was settled in her new life.
He stood up slowly and walked over to her bedroom door, glancing back at her sleeping form. At times it hurt to look at her; he couldn't bear to speak to her sometimes, because when he looked at her it reminded him of what had happened and what he had had to watch. What the monster had done to her.
Cordelia rolled over again and her fists clenched, her fingernails digging into the soft, fleshy palms of her pale and delicate hands. But she was deep in sleep and the pain from the mild wound just got mixed with the pain of her memories.
***
She was hammering on the door with so much force Wesley was afraid she was going to knock it down. He knew it was her, he could her hear her wailing for him to let her in. He wondered what crisis had occurred now.
"What is it Cordelia?" He asked, stifling a yawn and gesturing her to come inside. She brushed past him twiddling her fingers. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy; her hair was flailing wildly around her shoulders. She looked like she had just woken up and thrown on the first pair of pants she had found and then flung any old jacket on and run all the way over here.
Then again, she probably had done all those things.
She was pacing now up and down the room, her eyes darting dangerously. He was temped to put his hands on his hips and glare at her with an arched eyebrow. He was positive he could pull of a decent Cordelia Chase impression, but he wasn't so sure Cordelia would appreciate it right now. He'd save it for another day.
"Cordelia? Are you going to tell me why you're here or am I supposed to guess?" He asked irritably.
"Oh Wesley," Was all she said and dared to look at him. Pure fear was written across her face. He was stressed. Too much stuff to translate and to much to think about, but the moment she looked at him like that he forgot it all and all his remaining energy was focused on her.
"Tell me Cordelia, why have you been crying?" Wesley asked her gently and sat her down on the couch. She shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry." She said and her voice cracked.
"Cordelia!" Wesley squeaked. He was really worried now.
"I slept with Angel," She said, it was so quiet Wesley barely heard her. But he did hear her. For precious seconds he said nothing. She was looking at him expectantly. A sign that he understood what she was saying. To come out and tell him would be too hard. Of course she was been selfish. She deserved to feel guilty.
"You stupid girl." Wesley said finally in a low voice. "You bloody stupid girl! What the hell were you thinking? For god's sake, you were in SunnyDale when it last happened!" His voice got higher as he continued to talk. He stopped finally and simply glared at her.
She felt so small and stupid sat there with him. He was right though. She had been stupid. They both had. But she had urged him on. She had told him it would be ok, she had said that with her been half demon that it would be fine. And he had gone along with her.
"When?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know. I woke up a half hour ago and he was gone, no note or anything. I thought he had just gone but then I put two and two together."
"Where were you?"
"The hotel. Fred and Gunn went out on a case." She sniffed.
"God dammit Cordelia! How long has all this been going on? I didn't even know you two were together!" Wesley said in exasperation.
"We didn't tell you. We didn't want you to.to say we couldn't, in case something like this happened. We thought it would be ok." She explained meekly.
"Something LIKE this? I don't know what to say to you." He sighed deeply and rested his head in his hands thinking hard. "We'll have to warn Gunn and Fred. You better do that now. I'll have to phone Sunny Dale and see if Willow still has the curse. We'll need supplies and have to ask Lorne if he or anyone he knows can do the spell, and we'll have to hide somewhere. He's invited into all our homes."
Cordelia didn't reply to any of this. How could she have caused so much trouble? She was the reason Angelus was back. If he hurt anyone.she would never be able to forgive herself. Or him.
"Well? Get calling!" Wesley said, trying not to raise his voice. He was angry with her, and disappointed. He had thought she was smarter than this. He wanted to yell at her, but at the same time wanted to hug her and tell her it would be ok and that it wasn't her fault.
Cordelia jumped up and reached for the phone.
***
Cordelia's eyes snapped open. She peered warily around the room. She was safe and alone. She took a few deep breaths. It wasn't the first time she'd had flashbacks. They were so vivid.it was like she was back in LA living it all for the first time. Each twist taking her by surprise, each word and command new to her.
She didn't want to close her eyes again. She knew what happened next and she couldn't deal with that sort of pain right now. She looked over at her digital alarm clock. 4am. She would have to get up in three hours. She was on overtime at the bar, she had to be in early to clean and then sort out the orders then open the pub and start serving. At 1:15 she would get a half hour break before starting again till six. Then she got an hour of before coming back to work until eleven.
Cordelia was pretty sure those hours were illegal, but she needed the money. Wesley's bookshop didn't exactly rake in millions. Not that they were going to be out on the streets. They were comfortable together, just the two of them in the small countryside house. But Cordelia hated to have to borrow off Wesley all the time.
With a yawn she lay back down and tried to think of something happy. That summer had been a happy one. It had been freezing, what with the English weather but she had swum across the lake any way. Two miles across with Wesley in the rowing boat telling her there were sharks ahead. She had known he was only teasing her but that hadn't stopped her screaming and swimming furiously after him in the boat and demanding he let her climb in.. ***
He was scared. No doubt about it. Wesley tried to think of a silver lining.
Ok, so he was locked up in the Hyperion with Cordelia. Gunn and Fred were with Lorne preparing the curse. Angelus was outside the room somewhere. Checking each room he passed, sniffing them out. It was all happening so slowly. He could probably smell the fear, he probably knew where they were and was simply mocking them.
"Silver lining silver lining." Wesley muttered under his breath. But there was nothing. He was probably going to die. No way could Lorne get all ingredients for the spell in time. In fact, Wesley doubted whether they had even got to Caritas yet.
Now Wesley was convinced he was going to die. Especially when he heard a laugh from outside the door.
"Wesley? Are you in there hiding from me?" Angelus asked in a highly cheerful voice. Cordelia looked over at him and he could see she was shaking. Wesley lifted his fingers to his lips and quietly backed over to her, clutching the axe in his hand. Beside him Cordelia was gripping a stake tightly, just in case.
When the door burst open, Cordelia was already in tears. She wanted to be brave so much. She wanted to be able to stand and look at what she had set free without been so afraid. But the fear was so intense. It overtook her and she felt like she should fall backwards and hide her head in her arms until it was all over. She couldn't move, she was frozen to the spot.
Angelus surveyed the room and laughed. The only way out was the way he came in. And there was no way they were getting past him.
Cordelia could see his mouth opening, could hear the words coming out but her mind was so messed up that she didn't understand what he was talking about. Her breathing was becoming shallow and she had to lean against the wall just to stay upright. It was becoming hazy. Wesley was looking at her in desperation; Angelus was smiling in a bemused sort of way.
Wesley was calling her name, but it sounded so far away. Her eyes closed and she sank down to the floor.
"Looks like it's just you and me Wes!"
Someone was screaming. It was a horrendous noise ringing in her ears. There were voices too, but the screaming blocked it out. Cordelia opened her eyes. She was strapped down to a chair. Funny, she didn't remember there been chairs in the room. Wesley was strapped to one to, right opposite her. His head was slumped forward and she could hear him breathing. Thank god he was alive. She wondered who had been screaming, then dismissed the thought, she must have been dreaming.
"Wes?" Cordelia tried, it came out croaky, her throat was so dry. He didn't react.
"Wes!" She tried again. This time his head moved until he was looking her straight in the eye. "What happened?" She hissed.
"You fainted." He said dully.
"Wesley! Where is he?" She asked and looked behind her. There was nobody there. They were alone. Cordelia sighed in relief and turned back to Wesley.
"He went..to get more tools." Wesley said and nodded to the table in the room. Knives, scalpels, matches, ECT.
Cordelia looked closer at Wesley. His shirt had gone and there were burn marks all up his torso and blood was trickling from his neck.
"Oh God Wesley!" She said with deep remorse. Tears were brimming. How could he have done this? She knew who had being screaming now.
When he arrived back Cordelia whimpered.
"I see my princess has woken up." He said. Cordelia scowled at him and looked away. Seeing him made her want to throw up.
The next hour felt like weeks for Cordelia. She couldn't even imagine how Wesley must be feeling. Every time a knife was pushed through his skin he tried not to cry out but it was damn near impossible. Cordelia was crying freely now. She kept her eyes tightly shut, she couldn't watch this, but she couldn't block out the howls of pain and torment.
Eventually it stopped and after ten minutes of silence Cordelia knew it was over. She dared to open an eye. He was still alive. Relief flooded through her along with fear. It would be her turn now.
She had never known any feeling like this. It was beyond fear, it was beyond anything. He had left the room again. Cordelia knew he would be back soon. He wouldn't leave her unscathed.
Wesley was aching all over. Of course, he would go through it all again for Cordelia. She was one of his best friend. He could see she was petrified and he wondered if she could handle the pain.
When he came back in he headed straight to Cordelia. She was in tears again and trembling.
"Cordy!" Angelus said and cupped her cheek in his hand. He shushed her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't be scared Cordy." He whispered to her and kissed her. She pulled away and spat at him.
"Don't you dare." She warned. He laughed.
"I'm sorry Cordelia but there's not a lot you can do to stop me."
Wesley stared in horror. Angelus had ignored the table of torture weapons and was untying Cordelia's legs and standing her up. Now only her hands were tied behind her back. She almost looked sane now. Wesley couldn't believe he was going to let her go. Maybe this was some sick new game he had devised.
Angelus kissed her again and his hands roamed around her body. She wriggled away looking disgusted.
"Get your hands of her you dirty son of a bitch," Wesley growled, and then grimaced. It hurt to even move. Wesley was ignored. Now it was his turn to close his eyes. He couldn't watch this. This was worse than the torture. He could hear her terrified sobs and strangled screams as Angelus raped her, grunting heavily.
Wesley was crying now, crying so hard he thought he would never stop.
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Fallen
PROLOUGE
Cordelia Chase turned in her sleep. A frown was etched upon her beautiful face. She was huddled up in a small ball at the edge of her bed, almost as if she expected someone else to be on the other side, curled up around her.
Wesley sighed. He hated for her to be alone like she was. He wished sometimes that he'd never let her come to England with him. He hadn't been helping her with her problems, he had helped her run away from them, but that was not what he had intended.
When they had first bought the house in the Lake District he had told her she should go home after a few weeks, but weeks had turned into months and two years down the line and she was settled in her new life.
He stood up slowly and walked over to her bedroom door, glancing back at her sleeping form. At times it hurt to look at her; he couldn't bear to speak to her sometimes, because when he looked at her it reminded him of what had happened and what he had had to watch. What the monster had done to her.
Cordelia rolled over again and her fists clenched, her fingernails digging into the soft, fleshy palms of her pale and delicate hands. But she was deep in sleep and the pain from the mild wound just got mixed with the pain of her memories.
***
She was hammering on the door with so much force Wesley was afraid she was going to knock it down. He knew it was her, he could her hear her wailing for him to let her in. He wondered what crisis had occurred now.
"What is it Cordelia?" He asked, stifling a yawn and gesturing her to come inside. She brushed past him twiddling her fingers. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy; her hair was flailing wildly around her shoulders. She looked like she had just woken up and thrown on the first pair of pants she had found and then flung any old jacket on and run all the way over here.
Then again, she probably had done all those things.
She was pacing now up and down the room, her eyes darting dangerously. He was temped to put his hands on his hips and glare at her with an arched eyebrow. He was positive he could pull of a decent Cordelia Chase impression, but he wasn't so sure Cordelia would appreciate it right now. He'd save it for another day.
"Cordelia? Are you going to tell me why you're here or am I supposed to guess?" He asked irritably.
"Oh Wesley," Was all she said and dared to look at him. Pure fear was written across her face. He was stressed. Too much stuff to translate and to much to think about, but the moment she looked at him like that he forgot it all and all his remaining energy was focused on her.
"Tell me Cordelia, why have you been crying?" Wesley asked her gently and sat her down on the couch. She shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry." She said and her voice cracked.
"Cordelia!" Wesley squeaked. He was really worried now.
"I slept with Angel," She said, it was so quiet Wesley barely heard her. But he did hear her. For precious seconds he said nothing. She was looking at him expectantly. A sign that he understood what she was saying. To come out and tell him would be too hard. Of course she was been selfish. She deserved to feel guilty.
"You stupid girl." Wesley said finally in a low voice. "You bloody stupid girl! What the hell were you thinking? For god's sake, you were in SunnyDale when it last happened!" His voice got higher as he continued to talk. He stopped finally and simply glared at her.
She felt so small and stupid sat there with him. He was right though. She had been stupid. They both had. But she had urged him on. She had told him it would be ok, she had said that with her been half demon that it would be fine. And he had gone along with her.
"When?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know. I woke up a half hour ago and he was gone, no note or anything. I thought he had just gone but then I put two and two together."
"Where were you?"
"The hotel. Fred and Gunn went out on a case." She sniffed.
"God dammit Cordelia! How long has all this been going on? I didn't even know you two were together!" Wesley said in exasperation.
"We didn't tell you. We didn't want you to.to say we couldn't, in case something like this happened. We thought it would be ok." She explained meekly.
"Something LIKE this? I don't know what to say to you." He sighed deeply and rested his head in his hands thinking hard. "We'll have to warn Gunn and Fred. You better do that now. I'll have to phone Sunny Dale and see if Willow still has the curse. We'll need supplies and have to ask Lorne if he or anyone he knows can do the spell, and we'll have to hide somewhere. He's invited into all our homes."
Cordelia didn't reply to any of this. How could she have caused so much trouble? She was the reason Angelus was back. If he hurt anyone.she would never be able to forgive herself. Or him.
"Well? Get calling!" Wesley said, trying not to raise his voice. He was angry with her, and disappointed. He had thought she was smarter than this. He wanted to yell at her, but at the same time wanted to hug her and tell her it would be ok and that it wasn't her fault.
Cordelia jumped up and reached for the phone.
***
Cordelia's eyes snapped open. She peered warily around the room. She was safe and alone. She took a few deep breaths. It wasn't the first time she'd had flashbacks. They were so vivid.it was like she was back in LA living it all for the first time. Each twist taking her by surprise, each word and command new to her.
She didn't want to close her eyes again. She knew what happened next and she couldn't deal with that sort of pain right now. She looked over at her digital alarm clock. 4am. She would have to get up in three hours. She was on overtime at the bar, she had to be in early to clean and then sort out the orders then open the pub and start serving. At 1:15 she would get a half hour break before starting again till six. Then she got an hour of before coming back to work until eleven.
Cordelia was pretty sure those hours were illegal, but she needed the money. Wesley's bookshop didn't exactly rake in millions. Not that they were going to be out on the streets. They were comfortable together, just the two of them in the small countryside house. But Cordelia hated to have to borrow off Wesley all the time.
With a yawn she lay back down and tried to think of something happy. That summer had been a happy one. It had been freezing, what with the English weather but she had swum across the lake any way. Two miles across with Wesley in the rowing boat telling her there were sharks ahead. She had known he was only teasing her but that hadn't stopped her screaming and swimming furiously after him in the boat and demanding he let her climb in.. ***
He was scared. No doubt about it. Wesley tried to think of a silver lining.
Ok, so he was locked up in the Hyperion with Cordelia. Gunn and Fred were with Lorne preparing the curse. Angelus was outside the room somewhere. Checking each room he passed, sniffing them out. It was all happening so slowly. He could probably smell the fear, he probably knew where they were and was simply mocking them.
"Silver lining silver lining." Wesley muttered under his breath. But there was nothing. He was probably going to die. No way could Lorne get all ingredients for the spell in time. In fact, Wesley doubted whether they had even got to Caritas yet.
Now Wesley was convinced he was going to die. Especially when he heard a laugh from outside the door.
"Wesley? Are you in there hiding from me?" Angelus asked in a highly cheerful voice. Cordelia looked over at him and he could see she was shaking. Wesley lifted his fingers to his lips and quietly backed over to her, clutching the axe in his hand. Beside him Cordelia was gripping a stake tightly, just in case.
When the door burst open, Cordelia was already in tears. She wanted to be brave so much. She wanted to be able to stand and look at what she had set free without been so afraid. But the fear was so intense. It overtook her and she felt like she should fall backwards and hide her head in her arms until it was all over. She couldn't move, she was frozen to the spot.
Angelus surveyed the room and laughed. The only way out was the way he came in. And there was no way they were getting past him.
Cordelia could see his mouth opening, could hear the words coming out but her mind was so messed up that she didn't understand what he was talking about. Her breathing was becoming shallow and she had to lean against the wall just to stay upright. It was becoming hazy. Wesley was looking at her in desperation; Angelus was smiling in a bemused sort of way.
Wesley was calling her name, but it sounded so far away. Her eyes closed and she sank down to the floor.
"Looks like it's just you and me Wes!"
Someone was screaming. It was a horrendous noise ringing in her ears. There were voices too, but the screaming blocked it out. Cordelia opened her eyes. She was strapped down to a chair. Funny, she didn't remember there been chairs in the room. Wesley was strapped to one to, right opposite her. His head was slumped forward and she could hear him breathing. Thank god he was alive. She wondered who had been screaming, then dismissed the thought, she must have been dreaming.
"Wes?" Cordelia tried, it came out croaky, her throat was so dry. He didn't react.
"Wes!" She tried again. This time his head moved until he was looking her straight in the eye. "What happened?" She hissed.
"You fainted." He said dully.
"Wesley! Where is he?" She asked and looked behind her. There was nobody there. They were alone. Cordelia sighed in relief and turned back to Wesley.
"He went..to get more tools." Wesley said and nodded to the table in the room. Knives, scalpels, matches, ECT.
Cordelia looked closer at Wesley. His shirt had gone and there were burn marks all up his torso and blood was trickling from his neck.
"Oh God Wesley!" She said with deep remorse. Tears were brimming. How could he have done this? She knew who had being screaming now.
When he arrived back Cordelia whimpered.
"I see my princess has woken up." He said. Cordelia scowled at him and looked away. Seeing him made her want to throw up.
The next hour felt like weeks for Cordelia. She couldn't even imagine how Wesley must be feeling. Every time a knife was pushed through his skin he tried not to cry out but it was damn near impossible. Cordelia was crying freely now. She kept her eyes tightly shut, she couldn't watch this, but she couldn't block out the howls of pain and torment.
Eventually it stopped and after ten minutes of silence Cordelia knew it was over. She dared to open an eye. He was still alive. Relief flooded through her along with fear. It would be her turn now.
She had never known any feeling like this. It was beyond fear, it was beyond anything. He had left the room again. Cordelia knew he would be back soon. He wouldn't leave her unscathed.
Wesley was aching all over. Of course, he would go through it all again for Cordelia. She was one of his best friend. He could see she was petrified and he wondered if she could handle the pain.
When he came back in he headed straight to Cordelia. She was in tears again and trembling.
"Cordy!" Angelus said and cupped her cheek in his hand. He shushed her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't be scared Cordy." He whispered to her and kissed her. She pulled away and spat at him.
"Don't you dare." She warned. He laughed.
"I'm sorry Cordelia but there's not a lot you can do to stop me."
Wesley stared in horror. Angelus had ignored the table of torture weapons and was untying Cordelia's legs and standing her up. Now only her hands were tied behind her back. She almost looked sane now. Wesley couldn't believe he was going to let her go. Maybe this was some sick new game he had devised.
Angelus kissed her again and his hands roamed around her body. She wriggled away looking disgusted.
"Get your hands of her you dirty son of a bitch," Wesley growled, and then grimaced. It hurt to even move. Wesley was ignored. Now it was his turn to close his eyes. He couldn't watch this. This was worse than the torture. He could hear her terrified sobs and strangled screams as Angelus raped her, grunting heavily.
Wesley was crying now, crying so hard he thought he would never stop.
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