Title: Dust
Author: Evelyn Black
Rating: PG
Spoilers: AtS: Not really, I guess, um, somewhere late season 3. BtVS: "Two to Go / Grave"
Pairing: Cordelia/Angel
Summary: Angel's gone. Cordy thinks.
Chapter: 1/1
Note: Told from Cordy's POV. My first try at C/A, so don't hate me if it sucks.
Challenge in a Can: Cordelia. Lost. Stake.
Feedback: Yes, please. Crazylilmaizy@aol.com
Archrive: UCSL, anyone else ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: "Angel" and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" aren't mine. They belong to Joss Wheadon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox, WB, and all those other people. I'm not making any money off this, don't sue me.
I still hold the stake in my hand, hours after he's been dusted. I realize it, and quickly drop the stake to the ground. I hear it clatter on the wooden floor, just as a tear rolls down my face. He's gone. Angel is gone. Dust particles in the wind. I didn't want to stake him. No one but Buffy would know how hard it was to kill him. But what was I supposed to do, wait around for someone to find a orb and a spell, and meanwhile, watch as he kills half of LA?
No one understands how his soul got loose. He hasn't exactly been Mr. Happy lately, not that he ever was. It just... happened. I woke up from a vision, and that's when I saw him. Feeding on a human.
Maybe Wolfram and Hart were sneaking human blood into what he drinks. Maybe it was really just a memory. Or maybe it was what all of us were thinking. That Angel had finally snapped.
Gunn had been the first to say it out loud.
Fred had been the first to question if we were going to dust him.
Most of that time I just said there, panicked. I don't know why, out of the billions of times Angel's gone psyco, I chose that time to go almost catatonic. I saw and heard everything around me, everything that was happening. I think I felt that if I spoke and someone heard me, that meant that this was really reality. Angelus was out to kill. Our Angel. My Angel.
I didn't speak the at all. Not when the soulless thing that was once Angel talked to me. Not when he gave that evil grin. Not when he kissed me. Not when I dusted him from behind. And not when he turned around, surprised that I'd actually done it.
He wasn't the only surprised one. I couldn't believe it either. I watched him turn to dust, the dust falling to the ground outside the hotel. The ground Lorne had just swept yesterday.
When Gunn asked Angelus what happened, why he had lost his soul, he just smiled. Put a finger to his lips like he was telling us to be quiet. "Sssh..." said the vampire. Then he smiled, and looked up like he was looking at someone in the sky. "Can only be one vampire with a soul, can't there?"
"What?" Fred questioned.
Angelus said nothing. He just kept that smug grin. That grin that he knew something we all didn't. After that, no one questioned him. We were all still trying to figure out his last answer. He didn't mind. He was too busy taunting us.
Taunting me. Telling me things. Telling me about what Angel had felt for me. How he had loved me. Angelus smiled at my face full of shock. He kissed me, then pulled away. "So stupid, Cordy. Can't see love when she's finally got it." That's when he laughed.
His eyes closed when he laughed. But he stopped when I put the stake in his back. Everything stopped when that stake hit him. He cursed. The others watched. I cried. The dust fell to the cement. It stayed there for seconds. We all felt the wind. We watched. Watched as the dust particles blew away. What could have been my love is gone. To dust.
Author: Evelyn Black
Rating: PG
Spoilers: AtS: Not really, I guess, um, somewhere late season 3. BtVS: "Two to Go / Grave"
Pairing: Cordelia/Angel
Summary: Angel's gone. Cordy thinks.
Chapter: 1/1
Note: Told from Cordy's POV. My first try at C/A, so don't hate me if it sucks.
Challenge in a Can: Cordelia. Lost. Stake.
Feedback: Yes, please. Crazylilmaizy@aol.com
Archrive: UCSL, anyone else ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: "Angel" and "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" aren't mine. They belong to Joss Wheadon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox, WB, and all those other people. I'm not making any money off this, don't sue me.
I still hold the stake in my hand, hours after he's been dusted. I realize it, and quickly drop the stake to the ground. I hear it clatter on the wooden floor, just as a tear rolls down my face. He's gone. Angel is gone. Dust particles in the wind. I didn't want to stake him. No one but Buffy would know how hard it was to kill him. But what was I supposed to do, wait around for someone to find a orb and a spell, and meanwhile, watch as he kills half of LA?
No one understands how his soul got loose. He hasn't exactly been Mr. Happy lately, not that he ever was. It just... happened. I woke up from a vision, and that's when I saw him. Feeding on a human.
Maybe Wolfram and Hart were sneaking human blood into what he drinks. Maybe it was really just a memory. Or maybe it was what all of us were thinking. That Angel had finally snapped.
Gunn had been the first to say it out loud.
Fred had been the first to question if we were going to dust him.
Most of that time I just said there, panicked. I don't know why, out of the billions of times Angel's gone psyco, I chose that time to go almost catatonic. I saw and heard everything around me, everything that was happening. I think I felt that if I spoke and someone heard me, that meant that this was really reality. Angelus was out to kill. Our Angel. My Angel.
I didn't speak the at all. Not when the soulless thing that was once Angel talked to me. Not when he gave that evil grin. Not when he kissed me. Not when I dusted him from behind. And not when he turned around, surprised that I'd actually done it.
He wasn't the only surprised one. I couldn't believe it either. I watched him turn to dust, the dust falling to the ground outside the hotel. The ground Lorne had just swept yesterday.
When Gunn asked Angelus what happened, why he had lost his soul, he just smiled. Put a finger to his lips like he was telling us to be quiet. "Sssh..." said the vampire. Then he smiled, and looked up like he was looking at someone in the sky. "Can only be one vampire with a soul, can't there?"
"What?" Fred questioned.
Angelus said nothing. He just kept that smug grin. That grin that he knew something we all didn't. After that, no one questioned him. We were all still trying to figure out his last answer. He didn't mind. He was too busy taunting us.
Taunting me. Telling me things. Telling me about what Angel had felt for me. How he had loved me. Angelus smiled at my face full of shock. He kissed me, then pulled away. "So stupid, Cordy. Can't see love when she's finally got it." That's when he laughed.
His eyes closed when he laughed. But he stopped when I put the stake in his back. Everything stopped when that stake hit him. He cursed. The others watched. I cried. The dust fell to the cement. It stayed there for seconds. We all felt the wind. We watched. Watched as the dust particles blew away. What could have been my love is gone. To dust.