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Summary: Cordelia and Phantom Dennis move into the Hyperion, problems occur- and, oh, yeah, Cordy starts to find out just what it means to be part demon! C/A- sort of, and some non-sexual bondage.
Moving
Chapter One
Cordelia thumped hard against the wall again. Those neighbors were amazing. It was eight am and this was the third time they had gone at it this morning. Or so she surmised from the sounds coming through the wall yet again.
Good lord, she thought, pulling the pillow over her head to drown out the moans. She was never going to get any sleep at this rate- and she was exhausted from a fight with a Kevlar demon. Now that she didn't have much pain from the visions these days and Fred was around to watch Connor, Cordy had begun to go out on missions again. Coupled that with her newfound, demon strength, she had become an integral part of the AI field crew. The demon last night had thought she was going to be an easy meal, once Angel and the others were injured and out of the fight. Cordelia had surprised the demon, pulling a huge broadsword out from behind her back and beheading the ugly thing. Cordelia had also surprised Wesley, Gunn, and Angel- happily so- as well as herself.
It had been a no-brainer, telling Skip to demonify her. She hadn't really thought about the consequences at the time, other than freeing Angel from serious mental disturbance. But the effects had begun to slowly crop up, here and there. Most were small effects, and helpful to boot. Cordelia had acquired an excellent sense of smell, almost as good as Angel's. She neglected to mention that one until last night. She had won against the second Kevlar demon- the mate of the first, and hidden in the sewers- because she could smell it before anyone else saw it. They had all been exhausted and still slightly disoriented from the first fight. Once AI had determined how she had spotted the second demon- saving their lives- Wesley and Angel had insisted that they must talk about these things and record them.
Angel and Wesley had grilled her for hours last night back at the Hyperion, asking her all kinds of weird questions- did she have any odd food cravings, change in sleeping habits, or if anything else unusual had happened to her since her party. They still weren't sure what kind of demon she was- Skip hadn't really been that chatty with the information- and each piece of information could be vital to classifying her.
The session had lasted until the wee hours of the morning, when she had demanded to go home for a shower to get off demon goo and some sleep. Angel and Wesley had talked over her head about her like she was some science experiment gone wrong the whole way home. She had slammed the door and was in her building before either man had even realized it. Super human speed, too?
No, just stupid men.
It felt good to get home to Phantom Dennis' thoughtful care. A warm bath, some good food, and a neatly turned down bed were like heaven. And just as she lay herself down for some zees, the neighbors had started up.
Then died down and started up again.
And, now, again.
Cordelia's patience, already worn thin by the long night, snapped. She starting screaming. "You inconsiderate bastards! Can't you fuck in another room? Or gag each other? I am a warrior for the Powers! Doesn't that count for anything?"
The sounds continued and, if anything, got louder. Anger rising in her throat, she continued her tirade, punctuating each word with a punch at the wall adjoining the offending apartment. "All" punch "I" punch "want" punch "is" punch "a" punch "few" punch "hours" punch "of" punch "SLEEP" PUNCH!
The last word came out with a roar, and the accompanying punch sent her fist through the wall, leaving something of a large hole. Screams echoed through it, and Cordelia sighed. I'm not getting any sleep after all, she thought. The super will be here in a minute- if not the cops.
Rising from the bed to prepare for whatever visitor would be arriving to chide her for her temper tantrum, she glanced into the mirror from habit. What she saw made her heart thump loudly in her ears.
Cordy's face was purple, her eyes glowing silver slits. And she was floating again.
"Oh, my God!" She collapsed back on her bed. She did not cry- really, she had been expecting this since she had woken up in Angel's room that day- but reached for the phone. Dialing AI's number and hearing Angel's voice, she lost some of her resolve and reserve. Her voice trembled a little when a sleepy Angel answered. "Hi, Angel. I think you need to come over to my place."
Angel instantly sounded alert. "It's daylight out, Cordy."
Cordy responded with a sigh. "I know. But I think you want to see this yourself, and I don't know how long it might last."
Angel had already headed down to the sewers by the time the phone dropped out of Cordelia's hand.
The door to Cordelia's apartment swung open as soon as a smoldering Angel reached it. Phantom Dennis was still a little nervous around Angel, since he had come back from the dark-but-not-quite-soulless side. If Dennis opened the door for Angel so quickly, without Cordelia ordering it, it must be bad.
Angel immediately heard thumps and crashes coming from Cordelia's bedroom. Dennis cracked the door open for Angel but would not let him into the room. What he saw struck him dumb.
The contents of Cordelia's closet were shredded on the bed. The hole in the wall- how did that get there?- had been enlarged since earlier this morning. Cordelia was presently reaching wildly through the opening, trying to catch hold of a rather large German Shepherd that would not stop barking at her. The dog was not dumb or slow, and Cordelia's purple arm was oozing some even darker purple gunk in several places.
Angel blinked. Purple?
Cordelia had evidently caught scent of him, because she immediately stopped trying to grab the dog, withdrew her arm, and whirled around to face Angel and Dennis. With a harsh cry from her throat in what sounded like another language, she ran for the door and slammed it open. Knocking Angel on his ass, she jumped on top of him and started pounding his head against the hardwood floors.
Angel couldn't believe what was happening. Worse, he didn't know how to stop it. Cordy still seemed to be increasing her strength. Although he very much wanted her to stop slamming his head so hard, he wasn't sure how much force was needed. And he did not want to hurt Cordelia. "Cordy! It's me! Stop it!"
The words had no effect. His sight was starting to go dark at the corners; he needed to do something quickly. Bucking his hips up, Angel tried to knock Cordelia off balance; despite all his strength, it had as much effect as the words. He tried pushing her off him, to the same end.
The head pounding was getting worse- she had added a neat little head twist after each slam. A twist that Angel was afraid would soon decapitate him, as each twist got progressively stronger. Desperate, but sure that Cordy's new demon powers would protect her from the worst of it- yet still fearing Cordy's ire when she came back to herself- Angel pulled back and popped her one in the face.
Her head snapped to the right a little, but the rhythm she had created- twist, slam, twist- did not even slow down. Angel tried the last trick in his book. "Dennis, help me get her calmed down!"
A vase slowly floated from the top of her dresser, and paused above her head. It wiggled a little, as if Dennis were unsure, but another plea from Angel brought the vase down squarely on Cordelia's head-
-to the same effect as all of Angel's individual struggling. It took two more vases from the other rooms before Cordelia was even weakened enough for Angel to get up. And a couple of whacks with a frying pan to knock her unconscious.
"Thanks, Dennis," Angel mumbled as he tried to get up. Cordelia was obviously having some demon side effects; just as obviously, Angel could not leave her here alone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to help him think. He had to get her back tot he Hyperion, it was a bright, sunny day outside, and if his strength couldn't keep her down, the rest of AI would be useless. He hated to do it- well, not really, but didn't allow himself to enjoy it too much. He took some of the shredded clothing heaped on the floor and tied Cordy's hands and feet, then hefted her onto his shoulder for the trip back to the hotel. He was going to need help with this one.
Summary: Cordelia and Phantom Dennis move into the Hyperion, problems occur- and, oh, yeah, Cordy starts to find out just what it means to be part demon! C/A- sort of, and some non-sexual bondage.
Moving
Chapter One
Cordelia thumped hard against the wall again. Those neighbors were amazing. It was eight am and this was the third time they had gone at it this morning. Or so she surmised from the sounds coming through the wall yet again.
Good lord, she thought, pulling the pillow over her head to drown out the moans. She was never going to get any sleep at this rate- and she was exhausted from a fight with a Kevlar demon. Now that she didn't have much pain from the visions these days and Fred was around to watch Connor, Cordy had begun to go out on missions again. Coupled that with her newfound, demon strength, she had become an integral part of the AI field crew. The demon last night had thought she was going to be an easy meal, once Angel and the others were injured and out of the fight. Cordelia had surprised the demon, pulling a huge broadsword out from behind her back and beheading the ugly thing. Cordelia had also surprised Wesley, Gunn, and Angel- happily so- as well as herself.
It had been a no-brainer, telling Skip to demonify her. She hadn't really thought about the consequences at the time, other than freeing Angel from serious mental disturbance. But the effects had begun to slowly crop up, here and there. Most were small effects, and helpful to boot. Cordelia had acquired an excellent sense of smell, almost as good as Angel's. She neglected to mention that one until last night. She had won against the second Kevlar demon- the mate of the first, and hidden in the sewers- because she could smell it before anyone else saw it. They had all been exhausted and still slightly disoriented from the first fight. Once AI had determined how she had spotted the second demon- saving their lives- Wesley and Angel had insisted that they must talk about these things and record them.
Angel and Wesley had grilled her for hours last night back at the Hyperion, asking her all kinds of weird questions- did she have any odd food cravings, change in sleeping habits, or if anything else unusual had happened to her since her party. They still weren't sure what kind of demon she was- Skip hadn't really been that chatty with the information- and each piece of information could be vital to classifying her.
The session had lasted until the wee hours of the morning, when she had demanded to go home for a shower to get off demon goo and some sleep. Angel and Wesley had talked over her head about her like she was some science experiment gone wrong the whole way home. She had slammed the door and was in her building before either man had even realized it. Super human speed, too?
No, just stupid men.
It felt good to get home to Phantom Dennis' thoughtful care. A warm bath, some good food, and a neatly turned down bed were like heaven. And just as she lay herself down for some zees, the neighbors had started up.
Then died down and started up again.
And, now, again.
Cordelia's patience, already worn thin by the long night, snapped. She starting screaming. "You inconsiderate bastards! Can't you fuck in another room? Or gag each other? I am a warrior for the Powers! Doesn't that count for anything?"
The sounds continued and, if anything, got louder. Anger rising in her throat, she continued her tirade, punctuating each word with a punch at the wall adjoining the offending apartment. "All" punch "I" punch "want" punch "is" punch "a" punch "few" punch "hours" punch "of" punch "SLEEP" PUNCH!
The last word came out with a roar, and the accompanying punch sent her fist through the wall, leaving something of a large hole. Screams echoed through it, and Cordelia sighed. I'm not getting any sleep after all, she thought. The super will be here in a minute- if not the cops.
Rising from the bed to prepare for whatever visitor would be arriving to chide her for her temper tantrum, she glanced into the mirror from habit. What she saw made her heart thump loudly in her ears.
Cordy's face was purple, her eyes glowing silver slits. And she was floating again.
"Oh, my God!" She collapsed back on her bed. She did not cry- really, she had been expecting this since she had woken up in Angel's room that day- but reached for the phone. Dialing AI's number and hearing Angel's voice, she lost some of her resolve and reserve. Her voice trembled a little when a sleepy Angel answered. "Hi, Angel. I think you need to come over to my place."
Angel instantly sounded alert. "It's daylight out, Cordy."
Cordy responded with a sigh. "I know. But I think you want to see this yourself, and I don't know how long it might last."
Angel had already headed down to the sewers by the time the phone dropped out of Cordelia's hand.
The door to Cordelia's apartment swung open as soon as a smoldering Angel reached it. Phantom Dennis was still a little nervous around Angel, since he had come back from the dark-but-not-quite-soulless side. If Dennis opened the door for Angel so quickly, without Cordelia ordering it, it must be bad.
Angel immediately heard thumps and crashes coming from Cordelia's bedroom. Dennis cracked the door open for Angel but would not let him into the room. What he saw struck him dumb.
The contents of Cordelia's closet were shredded on the bed. The hole in the wall- how did that get there?- had been enlarged since earlier this morning. Cordelia was presently reaching wildly through the opening, trying to catch hold of a rather large German Shepherd that would not stop barking at her. The dog was not dumb or slow, and Cordelia's purple arm was oozing some even darker purple gunk in several places.
Angel blinked. Purple?
Cordelia had evidently caught scent of him, because she immediately stopped trying to grab the dog, withdrew her arm, and whirled around to face Angel and Dennis. With a harsh cry from her throat in what sounded like another language, she ran for the door and slammed it open. Knocking Angel on his ass, she jumped on top of him and started pounding his head against the hardwood floors.
Angel couldn't believe what was happening. Worse, he didn't know how to stop it. Cordy still seemed to be increasing her strength. Although he very much wanted her to stop slamming his head so hard, he wasn't sure how much force was needed. And he did not want to hurt Cordelia. "Cordy! It's me! Stop it!"
The words had no effect. His sight was starting to go dark at the corners; he needed to do something quickly. Bucking his hips up, Angel tried to knock Cordelia off balance; despite all his strength, it had as much effect as the words. He tried pushing her off him, to the same end.
The head pounding was getting worse- she had added a neat little head twist after each slam. A twist that Angel was afraid would soon decapitate him, as each twist got progressively stronger. Desperate, but sure that Cordy's new demon powers would protect her from the worst of it- yet still fearing Cordy's ire when she came back to herself- Angel pulled back and popped her one in the face.
Her head snapped to the right a little, but the rhythm she had created- twist, slam, twist- did not even slow down. Angel tried the last trick in his book. "Dennis, help me get her calmed down!"
A vase slowly floated from the top of her dresser, and paused above her head. It wiggled a little, as if Dennis were unsure, but another plea from Angel brought the vase down squarely on Cordelia's head-
-to the same effect as all of Angel's individual struggling. It took two more vases from the other rooms before Cordelia was even weakened enough for Angel to get up. And a couple of whacks with a frying pan to knock her unconscious.
"Thanks, Dennis," Angel mumbled as he tried to get up. Cordelia was obviously having some demon side effects; just as obviously, Angel could not leave her here alone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to help him think. He had to get her back tot he Hyperion, it was a bright, sunny day outside, and if his strength couldn't keep her down, the rest of AI would be useless. He hated to do it- well, not really, but didn't allow himself to enjoy it too much. He took some of the shredded clothing heaped on the floor and tied Cordy's hands and feet, then hefted her onto his shoulder for the trip back to the hotel. He was going to need help with this one.