AUTHOR: Kelso
E-MAIL: kelso28@excite.com
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: "Salvage" (episode 4x13)
SUMMARY: Note that the title reads "Beastiality," not "bestiality." Though I'm not sure the former is much better. Anyway, Cordelia thinks about the Beast.
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DISCLAIMER: "Angel" characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.
NOTE: Picks up from the point in "Salvage" where the sun has come back.
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The sunlight streaming through the window told Cordelia all she needed to know. She could hardly believe her Beast was gone. How would she continue without him? Without ever again seeing those glorious curved horns, the trunklike legs, that rough, dark hide?
Oh, sure, she'd been known to chide him, to call him an ugly fool with no patience or technique, but those small cruelties had all been uttered from the deepest affection. She'd usually taken care to follow up on her harsher scoldings with a tender makeup caress. She just hoped that wherever he was now, he understood and forgave her.
But her last words to him--how Cordelia cringed to think of them. She had told him, "If you don't follow through on my plan, you big idiot, you'll ruin all my hard work and I'll kill you myself." She hadn't meant it! Of course she hadn't meant it. She never would have said it, either, if she'd had even an inkling that Angelus would ever be able to murder her love. Even now, that idea was nearly inconceivable. She still almost expected to feel the ground shake under the impact of the Beast's footfalls, hear his darling grunt of greeting, see his beady eyes light up when he spied her.
Slow and lumbering the Beast might have been, but for sheer power no one could rival him. Cordelia sighed in happy remembrance as she recalled... those granite lips so forceful against hers, the heavy growls he emitted in times of strong emotion, the way he would slurp the blood that welled from her tongue after a particularly rough kiss.
To think that he was gone and she was left with only that scrawny, pathetic boy, Connor, to console her.
A solitary tear weaved a path down Cordelia's cheek. Impatiently, she swiped it away. She could spare no time for emotion. She had to remain steadfast. Her beloved was dead and gone, but she would avenge him. Angelus would pay dearly for his murderous actions.
With a last murmur of, "I'll never forget you, Beast," she turned from the window.