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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.

Chapter Two

Angel looked down at a still sleeping and chained up Cordelia. It had been three hours since they had gotten back to the Hyperion, and the purple shade of Cordelia's skin was now fading. Fred had called Wes and Gunn, and all of them were downstairs pouring over books to try and figure out just what had happened this morning.

Cordelia was still out cold. Angel hoped she hadn't been too hurt by his and Dennis' efforts to subdue her. Never very trustful, Angel had exchanged the cloth bindings on Cordy's hands and feet for good strong manacled chains. He certainly didn't want a repeat of this morning's attack- especially when there wasn't a ghost around to help him.

Angel realized that he was in full brood mode again. Cordelia had chosen the visions this time, but he still felt as if it was his fault she had them. Which meant that all the new demon side-effects were his fault, too. He assumed that Cordelia's recent demonization was similar in a way to his own birth as a vampire. You felt the demon, and tried to control it, but at some points it just got too strong. Something this morning must have made the demon cranky, and with out experience in dual life-forces, Cordelia wasn't able to control it. Hence, the now fading purple; as she calmed down, the demon traits hid themselves again.

The main problem now was helping Cordelia tame her demon. Or would be, once they finally identified what kind of demon she was.

Cordelia was slowly waking up. She felt the effects of yesterday's fight; she was sore and achy. But why did her head hurt so much? The demon never laid a direct hand on her; she hadn't even so much as bumped her head. She reached up to feel the sore spot on the back of her head…

And froze when the movement clanked. Her eyes popped open, and she was staring at heavy-duty chains fastened to her wrists and ankles. "What the hell!" she shrieked, struggling slightly, the purple tinge getting darker by the second.

Angel jumped; Cordelia had suddenly come to life, and was turning back in to demon-girl. "Cordy!" he grabbed her hands, hoping she wasn't too far gone again to hear him. "Cordy! Calm down!"

The sound of Angel's voice calmed her, but she was still furious at waking up in bondage. "What did you do to me?" she demanded.

Angel inwardly cringed. Cordy wasn't going to take this whole tied up thing well to begin with; but she REALLY wasn't going to take well was the why of it. "Well, you had- an episode- earlier."

Cordelia took a deep breath. "What do you mean by an episode?"

Wesley's voice answered her calmly from the doorway. "You turned purple, trashed your apartment, and kicked Angel's ass."

Angel turned to frown at Wesley. "I wouldn't put it quite like that."

"Do you know another word for purple, Ang?" Gunn piped in, Fred following behind them.

Both men were enjoying Angel's defeat this morning a little too much for his comfort. He let the comment pass. "Do you remember calling me this morning to ask me to come over? I came in and found the place a mess. And you didn't exactly appreciate the visit."

Cordelia looked shocked. "I don't really remember anything after my neighbors work me up this morning when I was trying to sleep…On my God," she looked at Angel with horror, noticing his bruises. "What did I do to you?"

Angel shrugged it off. "I'm fine."

"We have been researching the incident since then, and…" Wesley was interrupted by Cordelia.

"What time is it? How long was I out of it?"

Fred checked her watch. "About three hours, fifteen minutes and ten seconds."

Gunn and Wesley gave Fred an odd look, to which she shrugged.

Cordelia bit her lip. "So what happened? Another demon growing pain?"

Wesley took off his glasses and wiped them clean before returning them to his face. "Something of that sort."

Cordelia, tired and upset, didn't like the sound of that statement. "What do you mean, something of the sort?"

Angel put a cool hand on her arm, trying to calm her. "I think that means they still can't tell what kind of demon you are."

Wesley, Fred, and Gunn concurred with nodding heads. "But we're working on it, girl, so don't get upset!" Gunn added.

"Definitely don't get upset!" Fred sputtered.

Wesley added to Fred's comment in a nervous tone. "It seems that your demon…attributes...are coming out in times of heightened emotion, such as when we were attacked. Your anger at some annoyance- maybe noisy neighbors or a barking dog- probably set off this morning's incident as well."

Angel looked Cordelia straight in the eyes, hoping she wouldn't take this the wrong way. "That's why your chained to the bed."

Cordelia suddenly seemed to come back to her old self. "Hey, I am chained to the bed! Was that really necessary, super-strong vampire guy? You can't stop itty-bitty half-demon girl? 'Cause this is rather embarrassing."

Angel would have blushed, if he wasn't dead. "Um, actually…no, I couldn't stop you."

Cordelia was really scared now. The whole super strength thing was cool for a while, but not now that she was having amnesiac episodes and apparently really did kick Angel's ass. "So when will it be okay to let me out of these things? They really are a bit uncomfortable…" she spoke in a very small, soft, un-Cordy like voice.

The rest of AI took the change in her tone as their cue to leave. Angry Cordy, yes- they could and had dealt with many times. But scared, worried Cordy- or whatever the emotions were she was feeling right now- they couldn't. Heading for the door, Wes called out, "More research to do!" They let the door slam shut behind them.

Angel looked at Cordy's eyes. She really looked scared now; so, in fact, was he. He was not used to being afraid of the Seer. He was also not used to being beaten by any one. "I'm not really sure. You are still a little purple. I was going to wait until you went back to...um, normal, and undo you them if you weren't up yet."

Cordelia nodded. "Okay."

Silence filled the room for five minutes before both Cordy and Angel started talking at once.

"Cordy, I-" began Angel.

"Angel, I am-" Cordy said.

Angel stopped. "You first."

Cordy swallowed hard. "Angel, I am sorry that I hurt you. And I'm scared."

Angel squeezed her hand. "I am, too. I don't know what's going on, and I worry that you could do something in your demon state that you would regret later, or hurt yourself and not realize it."

Cordy shifted position on the bed to make herself more comfortable. "What are we going to do? I can't live shackled to a bed forever-" as she spoke, a vision of her naked and lying trussed up with silk scarves in a satin- sheeted bed shot through her mind. She stopped talking, stunned.

"Cordy, what's the matter?" Angel asked.

She wasn't sure how to respond. "Did I get more purple?"

He furrowed his brow. "No. Why do you ask? Do you feel funny?"

Well, she did feel funny. But she didn't want to tell him about the little vision. She was embarrassed. "I guess it was just a cramp from the manacles. I think I'm still tired from whatever it was happened this morning. I'm going to nap until you can let me go." She turned over, as much as she was able, and closed her eyes.

Angel squeezed her hand again and sat back in his chair next to the bed. As she dozed, he thought more about this morning.

He had been really scared. His Cordy was gone, just not there, when he arrived at her apartment this morning. He hoped that this demon side didn't replace the girl he knew. He thought back to when he and Cordelia had known each other in Sunnydale, how Cordelia had always seemed to be there when he showed up at the Bronze. Always dressed to the nines, in skin-tight short skirts, and colors that set off her beautiful eyes. How could he have been so blind to her then? Buffy was a great girl, but what she did- slay- was forced on her. She had never made a conscious decision to put her life on hold for the greater good, like Cordelia.

Angel thought back to the Bronze again. What if he had danced with her, when she asked him? He had watched her dance with other guys, slowly and seductively when she tried to get Angel's attention with jealousy…

Cordelia had managed to drift off briefly, but she was woken by a bizarre dream. Her and Angel dancing- if you could call it that, it was more like having sex through clothing while on the dance floor- at the Bronze, of all places. Her breathing was a little heavy as she surfaced from the dream. Angel, noticing she was awake, innocently asked, "Do you ever think back to Sunnydale?"

Cordelia gasped. "How did you know?"

Angel frowned confusedly. "What do you mean?"

"I, uh, was just dreaming about dancing at the Bronze.."

Angel immediately looked abashed. "Ah, who with?"

Cordelia turned to look him directly in the eyes. "You."

Angel looked away. This was not good. Two demon traits today, and neither were to his advantage. "I think we picked up on another new talent."

"You were thinking about it, too?" Cordelia asked with an unreadable expression.

Angel nodded. "Yeah. My mind just kind of wandered while you were asleep…" He hoped she didn't have very clear messages from his thoughts. She was still talking to him, so there was hope.

"Angel, am I still purple, or can you let me up yet?"

Angel glanced at her skin tone. "You seem normal. But we have to keep you fairly calm. Dennis had to help me this morning, and I don't know what would happen if Wes or Gunn had to subdue you." Angel sat next to her on the bed and unlocked her hands, easing her arms down and rubbing them to get the circulation back.

Cordelia allowed herself a moment to enjoy the touch before speaking. "So I guess I am under house arrest until we figure something out?"

Angel agreed. "And I think that staying at the hotel is better than going home. With what's happening to you, I don't know if it's safe there anymore."

Cordelia was not happy with the tone Angel was using. "What do you mean, not safe there anymore?"

"Well," he timidly began, "if you can't control the demon you- and from what you told us last night these changes are gradually becoming more severe- you might not be able to live there anymore. Humans as neighbors and everything."

Cordelia panicked, and her skin starting turning again. There were too many changes in her life these days. "NO! That's a great apartment! I don't want to move to some demon neighborhood! And what about Dennis? I can't leave him!"

Angel spoke in his calmest voice. "I don't know how to get a ghost to move with you, Cordy. But I know that staying there may not be possible. We don't have to decide anything right now. Why don't we let Wed and Gunn and Fred mull this over a while longer, and you can just stay here temporarily."

Cordy crossed her arms in front other chest, pout on her face, as Angel hesitated at her ankle bands. When the lavender flush began to recede, he undid her ankles and started rubbing them as well. "I am not giving up that apartment or Dennis. That is my home. I don't even have a room here."

Angel knew better than to press the point right now. "We can go pick out a room for you right now. And, like I said, it's just temporary."

The cloudy look on Cordelia's face told him to just shut up. He certainly didn't want to upset her and turn her purple again. Once a day was enough for him.