TITLE: Between Angels And...Blood
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, Vamp Cordelia/Lindsey, Vamp Cordelia/Other.
SUMMARY: Cordelia gets hit by a Toth-like demon and splits into four, all four of whom no longer love Angel
SPOILERS: Set after the Pylea episodes.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
PREVIOUS PARTS/ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Gloveslap #4. Blaire, I was going to wait till it was finished, but since you're so impatient...
~*~*~
Cordelia knew she had to get out of there.
She had to feed.
She had to hunt.
Before Wesley came downstairs, Cordelia ran to the window and jumped out, cutting her on a hundred different places.
But she was free. To feed, to hunt...to kill.
***
Lindsey McDonald was on his way back to LA. He wanted to be home, to where, even if the firm was after him, he would feel safe.
Safe. Something he hadn't felt since he left, really.
At least if he was in LA he could have an idea of what was being sent after him.
And as he pulled himself from his thoughts, he saw a woman stop in front of his truck. A woman he recognized.
A bleeding Cordelia.
He slammed on the brakes and stopped half an inch from hitting her.
***
"I'm sorry," Cordelia said as Lindsey pulled glass from her wounds at the hotel he was staying at. She was human faced, looking and acting just like the Cordelia he knew before he left. "I...had a fight with Angel and..."
"Did he throw you?"
She started to shake her head, but then she nodded. "Yes. Through a window." She started to cry alligator tears. "He hurt me. He's flipped and I don't know what he'll do."
Lindsey nodded. "I always thought that. He's unstable. It's that soul of his."
Cordelia nodded, shuddering slightly.
"You must be cold. I mean, your hands..." Lindsey stopped. "Cordelia...you're..."
"Hungry." She vamped out but didn't make a move to attack him. She looked at him, lust overriding hunger, for the moment. "Angel and I are old news. I'm a new women, now. And I want a new man, a real man."
"A real man," Lindsey repeated. "Like...?"
"You." She pulled him into a smoldering kiss, rubbing her bloody palms on his face as she pulled him close.
He kissed back, cautiously. This was a new arena, a place he'd only been to once before but it hadn't gone past a kiss that time. This time, there'd be more.
Cordelia pulled away. "I want you. Now." She ripped off his shirt, rubbing her bloody palms on his smooth, bare chest. She looked at him. "Just going to sit there?"
Lindsey snapped into action. He lowered her to the bed, taking off her shirt, looking at her perfect breasts.
Cordelia shut off the light with her free hand.
***
Cordelia stood, getting dressed. She'd satiated her lust.
And looking at Lindsey slowly cooling body, her hunger felt satiated too.
But another problem arose. She had two hours until sunrise, and she had to find a place to stay. It was important. She didn't want to burn to ash her first night of freedom.
She shut the door to the bathroom, cleaning up. Not having the ability to use a mirror was a pain, but she managed.
She cleaned up, straightening the formerly evil currently dead lawyer on the bed, taking his cash from his wallet and going through his belongings. Nothing really worth keeping, but maybe sending his guitar and a bloody shirt to Angel might be a nice surprise.
Grabbing the items, she left the room, shutting the door behind her, almost running into another girl.
She was on the short side, about 5"1', with blonde hair and large breasts. She had a tiny waist and sparkling blue eyes.
"I take it you just fed," she said, smirking at Cordelia.
Cordelia looked at the girl. "How...?"
The girl shrugged. "This place, best area for vamps to feed. And fuck." She held out her hand. "Sara."
"Cordelia." She shook her hand.
"You got a place to stay?"
"No."
Sara grabbed her hand in a gesture bespeaking years of experience. She may have only looked sixteen, but she was so much older. Sara's hand caressed more than held.
"Come with me."
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, Vamp Cordelia/Lindsey, Vamp Cordelia/Other.
SUMMARY: Cordelia gets hit by a Toth-like demon and splits into four, all four of whom no longer love Angel
SPOILERS: Set after the Pylea episodes.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
PREVIOUS PARTS/ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Gloveslap #4. Blaire, I was going to wait till it was finished, but since you're so impatient...
~*~*~
Cordelia knew she had to get out of there.
She had to feed.
She had to hunt.
Before Wesley came downstairs, Cordelia ran to the window and jumped out, cutting her on a hundred different places.
But she was free. To feed, to hunt...to kill.
***
Lindsey McDonald was on his way back to LA. He wanted to be home, to where, even if the firm was after him, he would feel safe.
Safe. Something he hadn't felt since he left, really.
At least if he was in LA he could have an idea of what was being sent after him.
And as he pulled himself from his thoughts, he saw a woman stop in front of his truck. A woman he recognized.
A bleeding Cordelia.
He slammed on the brakes and stopped half an inch from hitting her.
***
"I'm sorry," Cordelia said as Lindsey pulled glass from her wounds at the hotel he was staying at. She was human faced, looking and acting just like the Cordelia he knew before he left. "I...had a fight with Angel and..."
"Did he throw you?"
She started to shake her head, but then she nodded. "Yes. Through a window." She started to cry alligator tears. "He hurt me. He's flipped and I don't know what he'll do."
Lindsey nodded. "I always thought that. He's unstable. It's that soul of his."
Cordelia nodded, shuddering slightly.
"You must be cold. I mean, your hands..." Lindsey stopped. "Cordelia...you're..."
"Hungry." She vamped out but didn't make a move to attack him. She looked at him, lust overriding hunger, for the moment. "Angel and I are old news. I'm a new women, now. And I want a new man, a real man."
"A real man," Lindsey repeated. "Like...?"
"You." She pulled him into a smoldering kiss, rubbing her bloody palms on his face as she pulled him close.
He kissed back, cautiously. This was a new arena, a place he'd only been to once before but it hadn't gone past a kiss that time. This time, there'd be more.
Cordelia pulled away. "I want you. Now." She ripped off his shirt, rubbing her bloody palms on his smooth, bare chest. She looked at him. "Just going to sit there?"
Lindsey snapped into action. He lowered her to the bed, taking off her shirt, looking at her perfect breasts.
Cordelia shut off the light with her free hand.
***
Cordelia stood, getting dressed. She'd satiated her lust.
And looking at Lindsey slowly cooling body, her hunger felt satiated too.
But another problem arose. She had two hours until sunrise, and she had to find a place to stay. It was important. She didn't want to burn to ash her first night of freedom.
She shut the door to the bathroom, cleaning up. Not having the ability to use a mirror was a pain, but she managed.
She cleaned up, straightening the formerly evil currently dead lawyer on the bed, taking his cash from his wallet and going through his belongings. Nothing really worth keeping, but maybe sending his guitar and a bloody shirt to Angel might be a nice surprise.
Grabbing the items, she left the room, shutting the door behind her, almost running into another girl.
She was on the short side, about 5"1', with blonde hair and large breasts. She had a tiny waist and sparkling blue eyes.
"I take it you just fed," she said, smirking at Cordelia.
Cordelia looked at the girl. "How...?"
The girl shrugged. "This place, best area for vamps to feed. And fuck." She held out her hand. "Sara."
"Cordelia." She shook her hand.
"You got a place to stay?"
"No."
Sara grabbed her hand in a gesture bespeaking years of experience. She may have only looked sixteen, but she was so much older. Sara's hand caressed more than held.
"Come with me."