Chapter 7: Fallen Angel
Okay, I've learned one thing writing this…I am completely incapable of writing long chapters. Sorry. I just can't focus on one thing for that long.
"Buffy!" Ash heard a faint call, he turned in the parking lot of the school and saw nothing…damn girl was even haunting his subconscious now. He glanced at the girl and saw she didn't appear to have heard anything, so either he had completely lost it or she had.
The death (or "zombification" if you will) of the Xander kid was apparently all that was needed to get the stupid blonde's butt into gear. And after a few minutes of collecting weapons and a couple more gag worthy moments with her still living friends she had left the library…at last.
They were going to do something productive; in the Brit's words they were going to "assess the situation", while in Ash's, they were going to "Kill some deadite scum". It was just the two of them now as she seemed to be rather overprotective of her remaining friends. They'd both been doomed to wait in the library continuing the abominable research and watching over their undead pal, who'd moved on to describing in great detail the pain Xander was experiencing and how he was going to kill them and everyone they loved. No wonder the girl wanted to get away.
"BUFFY!" Okay, now he knew he'd heard that, and from the way the girl stopped she had too. They both turned to the source; a dark haired girl was running up towards them, her obviously quite expensive skirt and blouse were looking rather worse for wear and her breathing indicated that she'd been running for a long while. The worst part was her tear streaked face which indicated quite clearly that things were worse than the blonde girl had imagined and right on target with Ash's predictions.
At the moment, though, Ash was far too busy appreciating her body to care…finally a girl with curves! He'd begun to think this town was devoid of them…
"Cordelia?" Buffy asked, "What happened"
"My parents—they—they attacked me!" She choked out, "The whole town's gone completely nuts! And I—I figured 'town's gone crazy, Buffy will know what to do' y'know?" She stared at Buffy pleadingly.
"Your parents attacked you?"
"Yeah, they started saying all these weird things and came after me. Oh and they're eyes went all white…is that important? Oh and they--"
"Cordelia! Did they bite you?" Buffy demanded
"What? Ew…"
"Cordelia!" Buffy repeated, Ash had to like the girl if she managed to piss Blondie off that much with so little effort. Plus, she was very easy on the eyes.
"No!" Cordelia's scared lost dog look changed instantly into a look of irritation with the word (although her hotness remained, had to appreciate the versatility). "This is all your fault isn't it? You and your gang messed up something again and you better fix it! The whole town's been taken over by these things!"
"Told you…" Ash couldn't help but throw that in Buffy's face, her insistence that they do 'research' led to her towns doom, and Ash couldn't help but feel ecstatic about it!
He replaced his gleeful look with a more appropriate somber one as the Cordelia girl turned towards him while simultaneously he drew himself up to the most impressive posture he could muster. "Who's he?" She asked suspiciously.
"He's one of the good guys—I think."
"Ashley J. Williams at your service," Ash held out his non gauntleted hand which Cordelia took, "and baby, someone better call God, 'cause he's missing an angel"
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Buffy snorted…that was the lamest thing she'd ever heard. Only a complete idiot would fall for that one!
"Cordelia Chase" Cordelia replied flirtaciously eyeing Ash with interest. Her previous horror completly forgotten as she stared at Ash's admittedly handsome features. His good looks marred only by a few scars that Cordelia would undoubtabley find incredibly sexy and dangerous.
Buffy watched the pair horrified, out of all the disgusting things she'd seen this without a doubt was in the running for the worst. When the two began to inch towards each other Buffy figured it was time to jump in before something she couldn't erase from her memory happened.
"Okay, enough. Zombies remember?"
"Deadites" Ash corrected, releasing Cordelia's hand, his eyes still taking in everything about her except her face. While Cordelia seemed to have eyes for nothing besides his…oh god this whole exchange was horrifying. Buffy reached out and grabbed Ash's gun out of his slackened hands.
"Hey!" He turned and grabbed for it as Buffy held it behind her, it was a good feeling to taunt him with such a childish game as "keep away", since her height had made her a victim of the game since she was young.
"Once Cordelia leaves, you can have your gun back…Cordelia, the gangs in the library, head inside they'll fill you in" Cordelia looked one last time at Ash and turned to enter the building, obviously overjoyed to be going inside were she assumed it would be safe.
Ash eyes bounced back between Cordelia and his gun, apparently torn. After a few seconds his shoulders slumped and he focused solely on his gun, except for the odd venomous looks he shot towards Buffy.
"Okay, she's gone. Gimme my gun!" Buffy tossed it his way and he caught it easily.
"So, were do you say we look for these things?" Buffy asked conversationally
"Look? It's not as though they'll be hiding…they'll come to us."
"Are you sure?"
"Look babe, there's one thing I know, and that's deadites"
"The only thing you know…"
"Exactly! –hey…"
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Sure enough, after a few minutes of walking and not bothering to keep their voices down they acquired a cadre of undead stalkers, All of whom Ash quickly dispatched with a well aimed shot to the brainpan.
Oddly, his gun didn't ever seem to run out of ammo...
After seeing the head's blown off of several of the undead creeps, Buffy began to feel cheated; she really wanted to take vengeance on these creatures and didn't expect them to be so easy to kill. It wasn't until Ash informed her that they had to be dismembered as well that she received a sudden jolt of sadistic pleasure that she tried to deny. She only did this because it was her job, she didn't do it for fun...at least she thought she did...
Despite her brain telling her she was only doing what was necessary and that she didn't enjoy the task, she knew deep down that she really did take great pleasure in chopping the undead creatures up with an axe that had ironically been gifted to her by Xander several months before.
She'd stopped looking at the faces of the damned upon thinking of her first encounter with the few she recognized in the library. Had she looked she knew she would have recognized many of them…people she went to school with, people she'd seen everyday…people she would have wanted to save. She couldn't be tempted to risk everything to save them. Ash had at least taught her one thing; they couldn't be saved, only stopped.
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