Ch. 11
"Cordelia?" Angelus whispered from the doorway. It was pitch-black but he could see her perfectly because of his enhanced vision.
"Cordelia?" he spoke a little louder, trying to rouse her from her sleep without scaring her but trying to do so for the last hour or so and failing was starting to annoy him a bit.
"Cordelia." He said even louder.
"Shut-up." She mumbled and rolled back over towards him, scrunching her eyes shut tight.
No frickin' way! This girl was gonna drive him nuts!
"CORDELIA!" He bellowed.
"What!" she shot up in bed.
He smirked, as he simply leaned against the door-way of her balcony again now that she was awake.
"Finally… you're awake…"
"YOU!" she lunged off her bed without thinking.
"How dare you!" she slapped him across the face, shocking him backwards onto her balcony and she pursued him with seething anger.
"You sick bastard! I am not Buffy! You want to leave her cute little cartoons, be my guest! You leave them for me!" she shoved her finger in his face, "you risked getting your shit cut… well in your case staked!"
Angelus grinned at being corned by the slender cheerleader, "Why Cordelia, such spirit… who'd have ever thought?" he chuckled, then he grabbed her wrists, "but perhaps before you trap a lion you should grab your stool and whip…" he slammed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. He released her, leaving her breathless, "And I'd very much… like for you to use a whip on me." He kissed her quickly then disappeared.
Cordelia whimpered.