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to this??? There not mine. They belong to Joss and co. [b/]
A/N First fanfic, so please be nice! If you don't like it, please give reasons and some pointers on how I can make it better! Thanks!
No dedications or anything. Oh what the hell, I guess I'll say thanks to insane1 for encouraging me. I'm a push over.
When Angels Deserve To Die
CHAPTER 1
Cordelia took in a deep shuddering breath. This is not happening. I'm dreaming. She told herself and clenched her fists. Her painted nails dug into her skin, she didn't even notice.
Cordelia closed her eyes and started counting to ten. When I open my eyes Angel will be stood in front of me acting like everything is normal.
Very slowly Cordelia opened her eyes, the scene was still the same. There was nothing more she wanted than for Angel to appear and take her in her arms and tell her it would all be ok. * But that's never going to happen again. * Cordy thought sadly. Never again was he going to say her name in the way only he could, the way that made her skin tingle and her eyes shine and make her whole face shine in delight.
"Cordelia?" A gentle voice offered. Cordelia's heart skipped a beat and a cry caught in her throat. Then harsh reality hit her hard and she stumbled towards the speaker.
"Oh Wesley!" She sobbed and went limp in his arms.
Wesley himself was having trouble controlling him self. Grimly he looked over Cordelia's shoulder and his face contorted into a silent scream.
"Wesley, I loved him so much!" Cordy wailed, it seemed important to tell Wesley this now. Wesley nodded dumbly.
"I know."
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The moment the door to the Hyperion opened and Wesley staggered inside supporting Cordelia, who was crying hysterically, Gunn knew what happened. Not every detail, but he knew one of his worst fears had come true.
Gunn took Fred's hand and gripped it tightly in his own. Cold dread swept over him and he sat down with a thump, pulling Fred with him.
Fear was written all over Fred's face and she looked at Cordelia with growing concern. Her eyes occasionally flickering over to Wesley, as if asking for an answer.
Wesley was staring at his feet. Cordelia was now curled up in a ball on the floor, a broken, sobbing wreck.
"I'm afraid I have bad news." Wesley said, his voice cracking. Now Gunn was positive he knew what was coming.
"It's Angel," Wesley continued. "He's.he's dead."
Cordelia screamed and shook her head. "No! No!"
Fred clamped her free hand over her mouth and tears pricked at her eyes. A small pool of tears was collecting at Wesley's feet. Gunn didn't know what to do or what to feel. He had known Wesley was going to deliver this news. But somehow it hadn't seemed real until Wesley had confirmed that his suspicions were correct.
They sat for the longest time; the only sound audible was Cordelia's horrific sobs. Hours later, Cordelia's cries had ceased to occasional sniffs.
"Who-who staked him?" Gunn asked with difficulty. AT this, Wesley smiled in a bittersweet way.
"Nobody." He said with a nervous sort of laugh. "Nobody!" He repeated and laughed harder as if this was the funniest thing in the world.
"Stop it! Stop laughing!" Fred screeched. The laugh died in Wesley's throat.
"Nobody staked him," He said carefully. "Because he wasn't a vampire."
Cordelia burst into fresh tears. She wasn't ready to relive it yet. She wasn't ready to see that look of pure bliss that came upon Angels face when they had both realized he had shanshued. And then to see it be replaced so quickly with deep pain and then sorrow.
"Please Wesley," Cordy croaked. "Not yet!"
Wesley nodded. He understood even if Gunn and Fred didn't.
That night was the longest night Cordelia ever had to live through. Never had she felt misery like this before. She was numb with emotional pain, there was a huge whole in her and she felt it would never be filled.
Eventually Cordelia found the courage to tell them what happened. A day after it happened. Cordelia felt she should have cried and stayed silent for longer, but is she didn't tell them now she felt she would never be able to tell her friends what had happened. And she owed it too them. To tell them the truth of what had happened on that morbid night.
A/N First fanfic, so please be nice! If you don't like it, please give reasons and some pointers on how I can make it better! Thanks!
No dedications or anything. Oh what the hell, I guess I'll say thanks to insane1 for encouraging me. I'm a push over.
When Angels Deserve To Die
CHAPTER 1
Cordelia took in a deep shuddering breath. This is not happening. I'm dreaming. She told herself and clenched her fists. Her painted nails dug into her skin, she didn't even notice.
Cordelia closed her eyes and started counting to ten. When I open my eyes Angel will be stood in front of me acting like everything is normal.
Very slowly Cordelia opened her eyes, the scene was still the same. There was nothing more she wanted than for Angel to appear and take her in her arms and tell her it would all be ok. * But that's never going to happen again. * Cordy thought sadly. Never again was he going to say her name in the way only he could, the way that made her skin tingle and her eyes shine and make her whole face shine in delight.
"Cordelia?" A gentle voice offered. Cordelia's heart skipped a beat and a cry caught in her throat. Then harsh reality hit her hard and she stumbled towards the speaker.
"Oh Wesley!" She sobbed and went limp in his arms.
Wesley himself was having trouble controlling him self. Grimly he looked over Cordelia's shoulder and his face contorted into a silent scream.
"Wesley, I loved him so much!" Cordy wailed, it seemed important to tell Wesley this now. Wesley nodded dumbly.
"I know."
******************************************************************
The moment the door to the Hyperion opened and Wesley staggered inside supporting Cordelia, who was crying hysterically, Gunn knew what happened. Not every detail, but he knew one of his worst fears had come true.
Gunn took Fred's hand and gripped it tightly in his own. Cold dread swept over him and he sat down with a thump, pulling Fred with him.
Fear was written all over Fred's face and she looked at Cordelia with growing concern. Her eyes occasionally flickering over to Wesley, as if asking for an answer.
Wesley was staring at his feet. Cordelia was now curled up in a ball on the floor, a broken, sobbing wreck.
"I'm afraid I have bad news." Wesley said, his voice cracking. Now Gunn was positive he knew what was coming.
"It's Angel," Wesley continued. "He's.he's dead."
Cordelia screamed and shook her head. "No! No!"
Fred clamped her free hand over her mouth and tears pricked at her eyes. A small pool of tears was collecting at Wesley's feet. Gunn didn't know what to do or what to feel. He had known Wesley was going to deliver this news. But somehow it hadn't seemed real until Wesley had confirmed that his suspicions were correct.
They sat for the longest time; the only sound audible was Cordelia's horrific sobs. Hours later, Cordelia's cries had ceased to occasional sniffs.
"Who-who staked him?" Gunn asked with difficulty. AT this, Wesley smiled in a bittersweet way.
"Nobody." He said with a nervous sort of laugh. "Nobody!" He repeated and laughed harder as if this was the funniest thing in the world.
"Stop it! Stop laughing!" Fred screeched. The laugh died in Wesley's throat.
"Nobody staked him," He said carefully. "Because he wasn't a vampire."
Cordelia burst into fresh tears. She wasn't ready to relive it yet. She wasn't ready to see that look of pure bliss that came upon Angels face when they had both realized he had shanshued. And then to see it be replaced so quickly with deep pain and then sorrow.
"Please Wesley," Cordy croaked. "Not yet!"
Wesley nodded. He understood even if Gunn and Fred didn't.
That night was the longest night Cordelia ever had to live through. Never had she felt misery like this before. She was numb with emotional pain, there was a huge whole in her and she felt it would never be filled.
Eventually Cordelia found the courage to tell them what happened. A day after it happened. Cordelia felt she should have cried and stayed silent for longer, but is she didn't tell them now she felt she would never be able to tell her friends what had happened. And she owed it too them. To tell them the truth of what had happened on that morbid night.