It had been 4 days since he'd taken her from her apartment… 4 days since she'd been sitting on a dirty floor with her arms above her head hanging from long strands of chains that were hooked onto the pipes in the ceiling.
4 days since she'd seen the fanged bastard that put her in this hole… this hole that looked vaguely familiar…
"You don't recognize it… do you?" he strolled in, his hands tucked in his pockets.
"No…" she grunted. "Should I?"
"No… none of us ever came back… not since the mayor was destroyed… besides, I think you were only ever here once… and I believe it was to kill me…" he strolled casually towards her, then crouched down onto the floor in front of her.
He stroked back her hair gently out of her face, and held her cheek in his hand… "It's my mansion in Sunnydale, you remember… Buffy sent me to Hell just downstairs?"
"How could I forget… you should have stayed there." she croaked.
He burst with laughter, "Ever the sarcasm with you Cordelia… you'd make an interesting vampire…"
"No really… I wouldn't… I can tell you right now how it would go…" she turned out of his hand, and continued. "I would kill you the first chance I got, take over all vampire-kind and rule like Akasha in Queen of the Damned… without the dying in the end… I'd be a bitch…"
He chuckled and shook his head, "Trust me… you… would not be able to kill me…"
"Really? Wanna test that theory? Find me some wood and let me out of these chains for like two minutes… that's all I need… really I promise!" she smiled sweetly.
He chuckled again, "Cordy, Cordy, Cordy… haven't you learned yet?"
She looked at him like he had three heads, "What…"
"I like playing games…" he chuckled, "So please… keep playing them with me…"
He stood up, and to her surprise began to un-cuff her wrists from the chains. Then he stood back.
"Well come on then… kill me…"