Chapter 3

"What kind of a mission?" Angelus asked his unpredictable step sister as he noted the wicked grin that was etched on her beautiful features.

"You're going to love this," Cordelia went on as she flicked her long, dark hair back and leaned on the couch more comfortably. "You remember Parker Abrams? The guy I dated in tenth?"

"You mean the Nazi who dumped you over Fourth of July weekend?" Angelus corrected.

Cordelia frowned. "I went to great lengths to please Parker. HUGE sacrifices were made on my behalf to make him happy."

Feeling bad for how he how he had described the only guy he ever knew to reject Cordelia, Angelus quickly apologized. "Sorry."

Cordelia dismissed her earlier irritation and began to play with her nails as she went on, "In any event, my feelings were hurt when I had found Parker had fallen for someone else."

"You don't mean?" Angelus asked in surprise as he put the pieces together.

"None other than Dawn Summers," Cordelia affirmed, remembering how shocked she had been when she found out this little scrap of information. Parker Abrams, one of the most well respected and irresistible boys at Manchester to leave popular, gorgeous Queen C for naive, dumb, little Dawn Summers. It was ludicrous! She almost questioned if she had the facts straight.

"So that's what this is all about?" Angelus asked, not completely interested in helping his ignorant step sibling getting revenge on someone as petty as that douche Parker, or Dawn Summers for that matter.

"That's not it, silly. You know me better than that," Cordelia continued with her trademark devilish grin. Angelus risked a glance at her as he wandered over to different parts of the room to keep himself distracted, even though he was keen on hearing her out. "Dawn's half sister is also in the equation." Cordelia revealed which received a small glance from her adorably clueless step brother. "She just so happens to be a former rival from Sunnydale."

"And?"

"And," Cordelia went on, frustrated with her brother's lack of interest. "I'm planning on killing two birds with one stone."

Angelus finally stopped fiddling with the crystal ornament that was sitting atop of the expensive China cabinet. She had his full attention now.

"The two sisters are considerably close. I plan to destroy their friendship and their reputations, and that's when you come in."

"And what's my role?" Angelus asked half-interested as he sat down by his sister on the couch. Cordelia pulled herself up and snuggled up to him, placing her finger on his temple and dragging it downwards seductively.

"You're a smart boy, Angelus. I think you can figure that out for yourself."

As her thin, tanned finger eventually travelled down his chest and further south to stop at the belt of his dress pants, it almost killed him to give her than answer she wouldn't be happy with. "I can't," he said through gritted teeth.

Cordelia pouted as she pushed herself off of him and rose up off the lounge. Pacing angrily over to the China cabinet her brother had just been at; she stood there with her arms crossed. "Why not?" She huffed.

He ran a hair through his thick, dark brown hair and readjusted his tie. "Oh come on, Cordelia. It's too easy!" Angelus complained.

"Oh but screwing the therapist's daughter was a challenge," Cordelia shot back sarcastically.

"She was overcharging," Angelus explained smugly, now walking over to the grand piano.

"Get me that magazine," Cordelia demanded impatiently, gesturing to the issue of 'Seventeen' that was sitting on the piano. Angelus rolled his eyes as he picked up the magazine and handed it over to his step sibling.

"Looking for ways to relieve menstrual cramps?" He joked, but removed the smile off his face as he saw the unimpressed look on his sister's features.

Flipping through the magazine until she reached page 64, she showed the annoying teenager just how challenging her plan was going to be. The article was entitled 'The Virgin's Manifesto' and underneath was a picture of a pretty, young blonde girl with innocent hazel-green eyes, looking as virginal as she claimed.

Angelus who was now drawn to the photo of the beautiful, tan skinned girl, took the magazine and began to read, "Why I plan to wait, by Buffy Giles, Sunnydale, California."

Cordelia stared at her brother expectantly with her legs crossed and her eyebrows up.

"Jesus Christ, if she for real?" He frowned when only reading the first paragraph.

"She's daddy's little angel," Cordelia explained in revolution.

Angelus grew bored by the article quickly and began scanning the paragraphs for something remotely interesting. "Blah, blah, blah…'I love my parent's…blah, blah, blah…'making a mature decision'…blah, blah – wait! Here we go!" The teenager exclaimed, finding a problem with her sister's plan. "She has a boyfriend named Riley. 'Been going out for a year, Riley understands.'"

"Riley's a fag," Cordelia concluded simply as if it was obvious.

"Whatever – she's still in Sunnydale, may I remind you."

"Not anymore, she isn't," Cordelia chimed in happily. "The little wannabe's father has accepted the new librarian position at our school. From what I hear, she's moving in with your Aunt on the island while her parent's try to sell their house."

Angelus's eyes widened in surprise that Cordelia's plans were going so accordingly. He was almost jealous that none of his plans had never been as well laid out like this before.

"So let me get this straight," Angelus began, once again sitting down next to his stepsister on the loveseat. "You want me to bone the two virgin sisters, do something like, oh, I dunno, tell both of them that I'm leaving them for the other, break their little hearts and friendships with each other and then leak the news out to everyone before the school term starts?"

Cordelia took the moment to think over everything her stepbrother had just said. Nodding her head at the brilliant plan of destruction she had before her, she then turned to Angelus. "Yeah."

"You're an evil bitch, you know that?"

"Poor little Dawnie will be just crushed that her love is with her sister, and vise versa, and she'll be damaged goods to Parker. And Buffy's a smart girl, she'll figure out who was behind this, so she'll know never to fuck with Cordelia Chase again. Are you up for the challenge?"

"It's a stupid idea, Cordelia," Angelus replied, getting up from the lounge and preparing to leave the room.

"Afraid you can't do it?" Cordelia asked daringly. Just as she thought, Angelus stopped at the sound of those words and a button inside of him had been pushed.

"I can do it," Angelus snapped, placing a hand against the glass door frame.

"Want to make a wager on that?" Cordelia sneered, inside clapping with delight at her accomplished attempt at reverse-psychology.

"I'll think about it," Angelus replied thoughtfully. "Anyway, duty calls."

Cordelia watched as he spun on his heel to exit the room. "Doctor Rosenberg and her daughter make for an exciting entry."

"Oh gee, your journal. Could you be anymore queer?" Cordelia snorted.

"Could you be anymore desperate to read it?" Angelus retaliated as he entered his study down the hall, dropping the 'Seventeen' magazine on his desk and lighting up a cigarette. Sitting down at his desk, Angelus sat in pensive silence as he thought about the mission his sister had set up for him. It was a good idea, and it would do plenty for his reputation. Scoring with the new librarian's daughter, as well as her little sister and Parker's new squeeze. He would be the school's God.

He decided on his decision then and there. But of course, if he managed to accomplish this task for his vicious step sibling, he expected a well worth-it grand prize.

"Cordy!" He called out as he stepped out into the hallway.

"Yes, Angel?" Cordelia asked sweetly, slinking out from her room and just outside the doorway.

"Count me in," he informed her confidently.

"What are the terms?" Cordelia asked triumphantly that her brother had given in to temptation so quickly.

"If I manage to do this, then those sister's aren't going to be the only girls I take to bed before term starts," Angelus punctuated with a trace of his finder along her hip. Cordelia had denied him a chance with her ever since the day his obsession of her had begun, the day their parents got married. Finally he would be able to claim her without a denial.

"Fine," Cordelia answered shortly. "But if you fail, and I win this bet, then that hot little Plymouth of yours, belong to me."

Angelus's finger swirled around her stomach as he gave her proposition some thought. Frowning at the idea of losing his most prized possession (besides his journal); Cordelia quickly saw his hesitation and stepped up close to him so her full body was touching his. Leaning up to his ear and breathing hotly on his neck, she whispered, "I'll be yours during the whole school year as well."

Stepping away quickly and gracefully, she witnessed the mischievous grin on Angelus's face. "You've got yourself a bet, baby."

Knowing that he wouldn't have dismissed that prize, Cordelia satisfyingly took his outstretched hand and shook it, just before he swiftly left the room and retreated back to his study.

This was a challenge he was going to have to work hard on to accomplish.

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Mwa,ha,ha. As you can see I've changed the story around a bit because I've decided it'd be a bit boring to directly copy the movie. The chapter's won't be posted up as fast because I have more responsibilities this week, but I'm working on more ideas and twists. PLEASE REVIEW :D