TITLE: Embrace the Night
RATING: PG-13… I guess? Sorry, not an avid member of the MPAA.
SPOILERS: Hopefully everything because I like to be as detailed and true to the show as possible with references, so if you watch the show, you'll know what's going on. If not, good luck.
SUMMARY: Cordy is sent a disturbing vision & she takes matters into her own hands. Someone from Angel's past is back to make sure Cordy never again sees the light of day.
DISCLAIMER: We all know who owns Angel & Co… so don't rub it in. I just wanna play with the characters, promise I won't hurt them… much. (Besides, I have no Bling-Bling…*ok, forgive me for the use of the word "bling-bling" I am such a white girl, sometimes I can't help but act honky. *)
DISTRIBUTION: Want.Take.Have. Just let me know where so I can brag that someone likes me.
FEEDBACK: I'm a feedback slut… so anything you want to say is cool beans with me.
TIMELINE: Completely follows the show until after "DAD", then my twisted imagination takes over.
NOTE: I am assuming the certain character from Angel's past is still alive, because I missed a few episodes last season. If they're not alive, just bear with me and play like they are.
***
I was going to wait until I had a few more chapters in my Cordy/Angel dramatic series completed, but I kinda wanted to get this first one out of the way and see what you all think. Feedback always helps, even if it's a small pat on the back. I'll try to post more chapters at once, but I have a damning work schedule. (Sorry this chapter is so short)
I hope you enjoy!
Thanx, KAT
***
*Monday, 2:30pm*
"Hey, hey Phantom Dennis… Put the nuts back! I don't care if they don't go in the fridge. I like my nuts just where they are, thank you." Cordelia snatched a tin of peanuts out of the air, and tossed them back in the fridge. "Ok, I guess that kinda came out wrong, huh…"
Cordelia was enjoying her rare day off, and she planned on making the best of it. "Ooh, that's the stuff, Dennis!" Cordy made her way lazily out of the small apartment's kitchen, and plopped herself down on her couch as Dennis floated out an ice cream sundae for her. "You're the best. A day of junk food, Cordy-Dennis bonding, NO demons and a hunky-totally-kissable- actor movie marathon! Doesn't get much better than this…"
As Cordy went to reach for the floating bowl of ice cream, pain slammed through her entire body like a Mac truck through a concrete wall. Her body started to convulse and she grabbed her head, a silent scream frozen on her open mouth. Her face contorted in gruesome agony, but no words or sounds could make their way up her throat-- this was the worst vision Cordelia ever remembered receiving.
The distorted images and sounds flooded her brain. She could see three small children, no more than 6 years old, huddled in the corner of an office….screaming. A woman stood in front of them. She could feel the fear from the children burrowing it's way into the core of her soul. Her attention was then reverted back to the woman, who was moving closer to them. Her back was turned, but she was wearing a long black dress and a blood red shawl, and she had long hair as black as midnight. Before her vision ended, she got a flash of a man and another woman standing in an opposite corner of the spacious office, grotesquely evil smiles plastered to their faces.
Cordelia threw herself off the couch, ignoring her vision-ravaged brain that was throbbing incessantly. She made her way destructively to her bathroom, knocking over a vase and a lamp, before throwing herself at the toilet. She hunched over the white porcelain for what seemed like hours, after losing her lunch--repeatedly-- shaking and crying. Finally, she was able to calm herself enough to make a coherent sound.
"Dennis, I need the phone…" Cordelia managed weakly. As she waited for Dennis to retrieve the cordless, she lifted herself to the sink, washed out her mouth, and dumped about half a dozen aspirin into her mouth.
"Thanks." Cordelia took the phone from Dennis and hit 'memory 1', which immediately dialed Angel's cell phone. "Come on, pick up the phone, dammit…" Cordelia mumbled into the ringing phone. His voice mail picked up, and Cordelia hit the 'off' button. "Don't do this to me, Angel…"
Cordelia once again tried the phone, this time hitting 'memory 2'… She waited.
"Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. Please leave a mess--" It was the sound of her own voice, so she once again turned the phone off.
She wandered out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She quickly and painfully, head still throbbing like thunder from the vision, dressed in jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. She dropped to her knees in front of her bed and retrieved a suitcase from under it. She rummaged through it until she found what she wanted. A stake, a crossbow and the Sassanian shortsword Angel had given her after they started training. He had said something about it being from the Seventh Century and very rare because most Sassanian swords were single-edged longswords. She didn't care as long as it was sharp and pointy. She stuffed the stake in her back pocket and the rest of the weapons went in a duffel bag. Along with a cross and holy water for good measure. In LA, you never know what you'll run into, even in the middle of the day.
She hastily made her way back into the livingroom, dropping the bag by the door and decided to give Wesley a try. She dialed his number, and no luck. Gunn… She paged. She waited exactly three minutes, pacing the length of her livingroom wearing the carpet thin. Nothing.
*I don't know where you all are, but when I find you, you will all die gruesome deaths. That is, if I don't beat you to it.*
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She scribbled a quick note for Angel, telling Dennis to make sure he got it if he came by, and grabbed her bag.
"Well, here goes nothing… Wolfram & Hart, here I come." Cordy took a long breath and headed out the door.
RATING: PG-13… I guess? Sorry, not an avid member of the MPAA.
SPOILERS: Hopefully everything because I like to be as detailed and true to the show as possible with references, so if you watch the show, you'll know what's going on. If not, good luck.
SUMMARY: Cordy is sent a disturbing vision & she takes matters into her own hands. Someone from Angel's past is back to make sure Cordy never again sees the light of day.
DISCLAIMER: We all know who owns Angel & Co… so don't rub it in. I just wanna play with the characters, promise I won't hurt them… much. (Besides, I have no Bling-Bling…*ok, forgive me for the use of the word "bling-bling" I am such a white girl, sometimes I can't help but act honky. *)
DISTRIBUTION: Want.Take.Have. Just let me know where so I can brag that someone likes me.
FEEDBACK: I'm a feedback slut… so anything you want to say is cool beans with me.
TIMELINE: Completely follows the show until after "DAD", then my twisted imagination takes over.
NOTE: I am assuming the certain character from Angel's past is still alive, because I missed a few episodes last season. If they're not alive, just bear with me and play like they are.
***
I was going to wait until I had a few more chapters in my Cordy/Angel dramatic series completed, but I kinda wanted to get this first one out of the way and see what you all think. Feedback always helps, even if it's a small pat on the back. I'll try to post more chapters at once, but I have a damning work schedule. (Sorry this chapter is so short)
I hope you enjoy!
Thanx, KAT
***
*Monday, 2:30pm*
"Hey, hey Phantom Dennis… Put the nuts back! I don't care if they don't go in the fridge. I like my nuts just where they are, thank you." Cordelia snatched a tin of peanuts out of the air, and tossed them back in the fridge. "Ok, I guess that kinda came out wrong, huh…"
Cordelia was enjoying her rare day off, and she planned on making the best of it. "Ooh, that's the stuff, Dennis!" Cordy made her way lazily out of the small apartment's kitchen, and plopped herself down on her couch as Dennis floated out an ice cream sundae for her. "You're the best. A day of junk food, Cordy-Dennis bonding, NO demons and a hunky-totally-kissable- actor movie marathon! Doesn't get much better than this…"
As Cordy went to reach for the floating bowl of ice cream, pain slammed through her entire body like a Mac truck through a concrete wall. Her body started to convulse and she grabbed her head, a silent scream frozen on her open mouth. Her face contorted in gruesome agony, but no words or sounds could make their way up her throat-- this was the worst vision Cordelia ever remembered receiving.
The distorted images and sounds flooded her brain. She could see three small children, no more than 6 years old, huddled in the corner of an office….screaming. A woman stood in front of them. She could feel the fear from the children burrowing it's way into the core of her soul. Her attention was then reverted back to the woman, who was moving closer to them. Her back was turned, but she was wearing a long black dress and a blood red shawl, and she had long hair as black as midnight. Before her vision ended, she got a flash of a man and another woman standing in an opposite corner of the spacious office, grotesquely evil smiles plastered to their faces.
Cordelia threw herself off the couch, ignoring her vision-ravaged brain that was throbbing incessantly. She made her way destructively to her bathroom, knocking over a vase and a lamp, before throwing herself at the toilet. She hunched over the white porcelain for what seemed like hours, after losing her lunch--repeatedly-- shaking and crying. Finally, she was able to calm herself enough to make a coherent sound.
"Dennis, I need the phone…" Cordelia managed weakly. As she waited for Dennis to retrieve the cordless, she lifted herself to the sink, washed out her mouth, and dumped about half a dozen aspirin into her mouth.
"Thanks." Cordelia took the phone from Dennis and hit 'memory 1', which immediately dialed Angel's cell phone. "Come on, pick up the phone, dammit…" Cordelia mumbled into the ringing phone. His voice mail picked up, and Cordelia hit the 'off' button. "Don't do this to me, Angel…"
Cordelia once again tried the phone, this time hitting 'memory 2'… She waited.
"Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. Please leave a mess--" It was the sound of her own voice, so she once again turned the phone off.
She wandered out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She quickly and painfully, head still throbbing like thunder from the vision, dressed in jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. She dropped to her knees in front of her bed and retrieved a suitcase from under it. She rummaged through it until she found what she wanted. A stake, a crossbow and the Sassanian shortsword Angel had given her after they started training. He had said something about it being from the Seventh Century and very rare because most Sassanian swords were single-edged longswords. She didn't care as long as it was sharp and pointy. She stuffed the stake in her back pocket and the rest of the weapons went in a duffel bag. Along with a cross and holy water for good measure. In LA, you never know what you'll run into, even in the middle of the day.
She hastily made her way back into the livingroom, dropping the bag by the door and decided to give Wesley a try. She dialed his number, and no luck. Gunn… She paged. She waited exactly three minutes, pacing the length of her livingroom wearing the carpet thin. Nothing.
*I don't know where you all are, but when I find you, you will all die gruesome deaths. That is, if I don't beat you to it.*
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She scribbled a quick note for Angel, telling Dennis to make sure he got it if he came by, and grabbed her bag.
"Well, here goes nothing… Wolfram & Hart, here I come." Cordy took a long breath and headed out the door.