Title: Wounded
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am getting no money
"All I want is to take a shower and
go to bed!" Cordelia Chase sighed. It was dark and cloudy night. The rain had stopped leaving the street and
side walk glittering in the glow of the streetlights. Cordelia sighed again as she and Doyle reached her apartment. They had spent most of the night battling a
Shantari demon bent on bringing about the end of the world. Eventually Angel had used some ancient magic
spell thingy to trap the icky thing in a locket and then smashing it with a
rock. Thus saving the world
–again. "Thanks" she told Doyle. She would never have told him, but she was
glad he had taken her up on her offer to walk her home. This was a great apartment, but the
neighborhood was not really the best.
She just really felt better having him there.
"Not a
problem Princess, see ya in the mornin'" Doyle nodded and smiled as he turned
and walked down the empty street towards his own apartment.
Cordelia
entered her apartment and Dennis turned on the light for her. "Thanks" she said bee lining for the
shower. "Thank God this day is
over!" She thought as she lathered up
her hair.
Doyle
whistled as he strolled towards his apartment building. He loved walking Cordelia home. He would do anything to make her smile at
him that way. The night was dark and
quite. He was only about a block away
from Cordy's house when he noticed someone was following him. He walked faster; whatever was following him
walked faster too. "Doyle" came a gruff
voice
"Uh, sorry
not me man" Doyle said trying to cover his heavy Irish accent as he walked
faster still. A heavy hand came down on
his shoulder. Doyle frowned with dread
as the stranger turned him around to face him.
He was a Crellen demon; big, red, bald, and covered in plate like
armor. Crellens were known for their
massive strength and loyalty. A Crellen
demon made Doyle nervous about this meeting. Hiring a Crellen was expensive and
if someone sent a Crellen to collect from you, you paid somehow.
"Ah, but I
think you are. You owe my boss quite a
bit of money."
"You know
I'm good fer it!" Doyle protested "I just …" Doyle was interrupted by the
hulking demon.
"I don't
care. It's too late now. You're an example to the others now."
"Now man,
can't we talk about this?" The half demon pleaded as he tried to break free of
the collector's grip.
"Nope" with
that he tightened his hold on Doyle by grabbing him around the back and
squeezing the half demon's waist in a dangerous embrace.
"I
can pay your boss, really I can." His boss was Ness, collecting again. Ness was
the only one who could afford this collector.
The Crellen didn't respond. He
just slowly unveiled a bright silver dagger.
The metal caught the little light that shone in the street and shone
like a beacon in the dark night. The
debt collector wordlessly raised the dagger towards the sky for a moment, and
then he thrust it into Doyle's middle with a cruel smile. All the air rushed out of his lungs and his
body bent in half in pain. The demon
pulled the knife down separating Doyle's flesh like it was passing through
air. He gave the knife a twist and
withdrew it with a sickening sucking sound that broke the quite of the night as
if it were a thunderclap. Having
finished his job the Crellen demon let the debtor crash onto the cold concrete
of the sidewalk. "Your debt is
cleared." he announced as he walked away.
