*Title- Back To Sunnydale
*Disclaimer- First and foremost, I'd like to point out that I don't own any
aspect of the show Angel, though it would kick major ass if I did!
*Rating- PG-13 I suppose.
*Timeline- After That Vision Thing and Before Billy. No Connor, no Darla,
no part-demon Cordy, and Fred has finally heard the click.
*Reviews-Hell Yeah!
*Note-Thought I'd do this chapter from different points of view. I'll put
the name before the paragraph.
*2nd Note- Had the *brilliant* idea to post two unfinished fics at once.
So, I'm trying my best to get these chapters out!!
*CHAPTER FOUR*
-Buffy-
Ok, so, what the hell is this? It's unnatural, totally freaky, and just plain wrong. Angel and Cordelia? I mean, when did they actually start caring for each other? Sure, three years on the job, fighting side.by.side. Oh. I guess I'm starting to get it. But it's not like he *loves* her or anything.does he? No, there is no way.
Oh! Demon! Ok, back to the fight. What is this thing, anyway? Do we slice it's head of or.oh my god! Those claws are just way too big for comfort.
"Angel? What do you suggest we do here?" Who else would I ask? Wesley sure as hell wouldn't have a good idea. And I don't think anyone else could think of something.
"Run?"
"We're not running, Xander." That was Cordy. Huh. I suppose she has changed. A bit. I mean, nothing to get all gaga over, but three years ago she wouldn't even be here.
"Then what?" Good question.
"It's a Cantian demon! Sure, you could fight it to the death, but what ultimately happens is it gets tired. It has a limited supply of energy, and when that energy runs out, he runs out. We can just chop it's head off, as well as the other ligaments to ensure it doesn't come back to life, and that's that." Wow. Wesley, coming through when the pressure's on. Did I just think that? I think I did just think that.
"Ok, let's fight!" I responded, not knowing if the others were up for it. But with apparent vigor, the LA group swung into action. How frickin' big is this demon, anyway? Ok, time to kick some ass.
-Cordy-
Ok, to finish my last thought: oh shit. This thing is gigantic! And those claws? That's just unhealthy. Ok, I prove to be a little distracted, sure. Buffy nearly bitch-slapped me back at the shop, and what did I do? I cried. I cried! Hello?! Anyone actually remember who I am? I'm Cordelia. That's right.Cor-del-ia. Queen C according to these people, and I actually cried in front of them. But I guess the problem was that they did remember who I was. And who I was is not who I want to be remembered as. I was a bitch. A cruel, cold-hearted, bitch. But now.now I'd like to think I changed. Buffy's right, I do tell myself I have changed. Because if I don't, no one will.
"Angel!" Oh my God. His upper arm just got sliced by that claw. And did I mention how big they were?
"Cordy, I'm fine. Watch your back!" Ok, watching-watching. All right. I'm good. Swing the sword here, there.got cha. Ok, so if I just sliced this thing in the leg, don't you think it would wail in pain, or perhaps falter a bit? No? Ok, so it's not doing anything. It's just tearin' us down, one by one.
"Xander, behind you!" Oh geez, Xander's going to get it. Oh, good. He heard me. A demon backhand probably won't feel too good in the morning. Ok, so, back to the Buffy thing.
-Angel-
Cordy shouldn't be here. She's going to get hurt, I know she will. Even though she already did. What's Buffy's problem? Sure, things have changed, but things have changed for her too. She could date Riley and that wasn't a problem. Ok, so I'm not actually *dating* Cordelia. And she doesn't really know that I'm falling in..love. With. Her. So maybe Buffy has something to be jealous about. I mean, look at me. I'm this demon-fighting machine, apparent good looks, and penchant for brooding. Just the way she likes it. But the thing is, I don't care if that's the way Buffy likes it. I want Cordelia to like it-me! Me. I want Cordelia to like me. No, she already *likes* me. I want her, I need her to *love* me. Speaking of Cordy-
"Cordy, look out!" Oh my God. Oh my God. She's on the ground. Oh my God, she's not moving.
"Cordy?" Ok, I'm frantically screaming her name now. She's hurt. Oh, I think she's bleeding. I bend down to her,
"Cordy? Can you hear me?" She's out. She's out cold. Ok, now I'm pissed. I am genuinely raging. This *thing* is going to get it's ass kicked.
-Xander-
Oh, God. Cordy's down. That can't be good. And why is Angel all over her? Ok, so not like smothering her with kisses, I mean actually concerned about whether she's ok or not. She is ok, isn't she? Oh God, she's not dead is she? Ok, Angel has that crazy look in his eye. He's 'bout ready to kick some serious demon butt here any second. Oh.and there he goes. Swinging that sword like there's no tomorrow, which may be the case if we don't kill this thing. I thought Cordelia said it was a hellmouth. This isn't a hellmouth. I mean, sure, it's a mouth-type opening in the ground and this demon could quite possibly be from Hell, but I don't think this is a genuine hellmouth. Wow, Angel is slicin' this thing up. Can I take a break, oh geez! Ok! I'm on the ground. How did I get on the ground? One second I'm thinking, the next I'm joining Cordelia on the ground. Oh shit. My nose is bleeding. Yup, it's actually bleeding. Ok, so I know I'm not unconscious, but can't I just take a time-out. Five minute break, that's it. That's all I need. My eyes are open. Yup, I'm surveying the fight, and I seriously don't think I can help anymore. I've done my duty. "Hey Gunn." Oh, that probably blew my cover.
-Gunn-
"Get up and help us." So this is the fool that dumped Cordy? Wow, talk about a moron. And a total wuss. He's not even helping. Yeah, so what if I wish I could join him. This demon is the biggest thing I've ever seen. So that spot on the grass next to that Xander kid is looking awfully tempting. Ok.wait, we're missing someone. One.two.ok, where's Cordy?
"Yo, Angel! Cordy ok?" After tonight's little cat fight, the last thing Barbie needs is to get hurt. Well-even more so than before. That Buffy chick has a real attitude problem. Where she get off saying that stuff about Cordelia? She doesn't even know her. I know her way better than any of those Scoobies and I've only known Cordelia for two years. Hardly.
"I don't know." Oh no. If Angel doesn't know if she'll be ok, then she really isn't ok. Does that make sense? I hope Fred's all right. Those girls at the shop seemed harmless.freaky-deaky no doubt, but still.
Ok, it seems that I can stab this thing as much as I want to, it's not going down. How the hell can we tire it out? It's hardly even moving around. We're just jabbin' at it with our pathetic broadswords, even though mine kicks ass. Oh! What's that? Mr. Demon's getting tired? Yeah, it's slowin' down. I can totally tell. Unless it's just gaining speed slowly and before we know it we'll all be joining Cordy on the ground.
-Wesley-
I don't run away like a girl, do I? If I do, I should work on that. It's just embarrassing. Well, look who's not running now oh mighty Slayer? Yeah, that's right. Me! I'm the one who knew what type of demon this was. I'm the one who knew how to kill it. Oh. Wait. Does this thing have four claws or five? Oh dear.
"It's not a Cantian demon!" Oh, here come the looks of hell. Yup. Got that glare from Buffy. And I'm sure Cordelia would have had a death stare if she were.wait, where is she? Oh. There. On the ground. That's not good.
"What do you mean this isn't a Cantian demon?" Well, what do you think Xander? I probably don't mean this *is* a Cantian demon, now do I?
"It's a Lockner!"
"And that means what exactly?" No need to yell, Buffy. Oh, I suppose the demon howling in utter pain may have prevented me from hearing her if she simply spoke. Wait.why on earth is the demon howling in pain? Oh, that's a big giant ball of fire. Yes, I do believe it is. Ok, so why is there a great ball of fire? This isn't a Little Richie song. Oh, bloody hell, Lorne must be rubbing off on me.
*END CHAPTER FOUR*
*Note: Ok, so I've never really done a pov piece like this one. How was it? If it totally sucked let me know.I can take it! But, if you liked it, let me know too! Hope you're enjoying it.though it is pure fluff and not making any sense! Thanks!
*CHAPTER FOUR*
-Buffy-
Ok, so, what the hell is this? It's unnatural, totally freaky, and just plain wrong. Angel and Cordelia? I mean, when did they actually start caring for each other? Sure, three years on the job, fighting side.by.side. Oh. I guess I'm starting to get it. But it's not like he *loves* her or anything.does he? No, there is no way.
Oh! Demon! Ok, back to the fight. What is this thing, anyway? Do we slice it's head of or.oh my god! Those claws are just way too big for comfort.
"Angel? What do you suggest we do here?" Who else would I ask? Wesley sure as hell wouldn't have a good idea. And I don't think anyone else could think of something.
"Run?"
"We're not running, Xander." That was Cordy. Huh. I suppose she has changed. A bit. I mean, nothing to get all gaga over, but three years ago she wouldn't even be here.
"Then what?" Good question.
"It's a Cantian demon! Sure, you could fight it to the death, but what ultimately happens is it gets tired. It has a limited supply of energy, and when that energy runs out, he runs out. We can just chop it's head off, as well as the other ligaments to ensure it doesn't come back to life, and that's that." Wow. Wesley, coming through when the pressure's on. Did I just think that? I think I did just think that.
"Ok, let's fight!" I responded, not knowing if the others were up for it. But with apparent vigor, the LA group swung into action. How frickin' big is this demon, anyway? Ok, time to kick some ass.
-Cordy-
Ok, to finish my last thought: oh shit. This thing is gigantic! And those claws? That's just unhealthy. Ok, I prove to be a little distracted, sure. Buffy nearly bitch-slapped me back at the shop, and what did I do? I cried. I cried! Hello?! Anyone actually remember who I am? I'm Cordelia. That's right.Cor-del-ia. Queen C according to these people, and I actually cried in front of them. But I guess the problem was that they did remember who I was. And who I was is not who I want to be remembered as. I was a bitch. A cruel, cold-hearted, bitch. But now.now I'd like to think I changed. Buffy's right, I do tell myself I have changed. Because if I don't, no one will.
"Angel!" Oh my God. His upper arm just got sliced by that claw. And did I mention how big they were?
"Cordy, I'm fine. Watch your back!" Ok, watching-watching. All right. I'm good. Swing the sword here, there.got cha. Ok, so if I just sliced this thing in the leg, don't you think it would wail in pain, or perhaps falter a bit? No? Ok, so it's not doing anything. It's just tearin' us down, one by one.
"Xander, behind you!" Oh geez, Xander's going to get it. Oh, good. He heard me. A demon backhand probably won't feel too good in the morning. Ok, so, back to the Buffy thing.
-Angel-
Cordy shouldn't be here. She's going to get hurt, I know she will. Even though she already did. What's Buffy's problem? Sure, things have changed, but things have changed for her too. She could date Riley and that wasn't a problem. Ok, so I'm not actually *dating* Cordelia. And she doesn't really know that I'm falling in..love. With. Her. So maybe Buffy has something to be jealous about. I mean, look at me. I'm this demon-fighting machine, apparent good looks, and penchant for brooding. Just the way she likes it. But the thing is, I don't care if that's the way Buffy likes it. I want Cordelia to like it-me! Me. I want Cordelia to like me. No, she already *likes* me. I want her, I need her to *love* me. Speaking of Cordy-
"Cordy, look out!" Oh my God. Oh my God. She's on the ground. Oh my God, she's not moving.
"Cordy?" Ok, I'm frantically screaming her name now. She's hurt. Oh, I think she's bleeding. I bend down to her,
"Cordy? Can you hear me?" She's out. She's out cold. Ok, now I'm pissed. I am genuinely raging. This *thing* is going to get it's ass kicked.
-Xander-
Oh, God. Cordy's down. That can't be good. And why is Angel all over her? Ok, so not like smothering her with kisses, I mean actually concerned about whether she's ok or not. She is ok, isn't she? Oh God, she's not dead is she? Ok, Angel has that crazy look in his eye. He's 'bout ready to kick some serious demon butt here any second. Oh.and there he goes. Swinging that sword like there's no tomorrow, which may be the case if we don't kill this thing. I thought Cordelia said it was a hellmouth. This isn't a hellmouth. I mean, sure, it's a mouth-type opening in the ground and this demon could quite possibly be from Hell, but I don't think this is a genuine hellmouth. Wow, Angel is slicin' this thing up. Can I take a break, oh geez! Ok! I'm on the ground. How did I get on the ground? One second I'm thinking, the next I'm joining Cordelia on the ground. Oh shit. My nose is bleeding. Yup, it's actually bleeding. Ok, so I know I'm not unconscious, but can't I just take a time-out. Five minute break, that's it. That's all I need. My eyes are open. Yup, I'm surveying the fight, and I seriously don't think I can help anymore. I've done my duty. "Hey Gunn." Oh, that probably blew my cover.
-Gunn-
"Get up and help us." So this is the fool that dumped Cordy? Wow, talk about a moron. And a total wuss. He's not even helping. Yeah, so what if I wish I could join him. This demon is the biggest thing I've ever seen. So that spot on the grass next to that Xander kid is looking awfully tempting. Ok.wait, we're missing someone. One.two.ok, where's Cordy?
"Yo, Angel! Cordy ok?" After tonight's little cat fight, the last thing Barbie needs is to get hurt. Well-even more so than before. That Buffy chick has a real attitude problem. Where she get off saying that stuff about Cordelia? She doesn't even know her. I know her way better than any of those Scoobies and I've only known Cordelia for two years. Hardly.
"I don't know." Oh no. If Angel doesn't know if she'll be ok, then she really isn't ok. Does that make sense? I hope Fred's all right. Those girls at the shop seemed harmless.freaky-deaky no doubt, but still.
Ok, it seems that I can stab this thing as much as I want to, it's not going down. How the hell can we tire it out? It's hardly even moving around. We're just jabbin' at it with our pathetic broadswords, even though mine kicks ass. Oh! What's that? Mr. Demon's getting tired? Yeah, it's slowin' down. I can totally tell. Unless it's just gaining speed slowly and before we know it we'll all be joining Cordy on the ground.
-Wesley-
I don't run away like a girl, do I? If I do, I should work on that. It's just embarrassing. Well, look who's not running now oh mighty Slayer? Yeah, that's right. Me! I'm the one who knew what type of demon this was. I'm the one who knew how to kill it. Oh. Wait. Does this thing have four claws or five? Oh dear.
"It's not a Cantian demon!" Oh, here come the looks of hell. Yup. Got that glare from Buffy. And I'm sure Cordelia would have had a death stare if she were.wait, where is she? Oh. There. On the ground. That's not good.
"What do you mean this isn't a Cantian demon?" Well, what do you think Xander? I probably don't mean this *is* a Cantian demon, now do I?
"It's a Lockner!"
"And that means what exactly?" No need to yell, Buffy. Oh, I suppose the demon howling in utter pain may have prevented me from hearing her if she simply spoke. Wait.why on earth is the demon howling in pain? Oh, that's a big giant ball of fire. Yes, I do believe it is. Ok, so why is there a great ball of fire? This isn't a Little Richie song. Oh, bloody hell, Lorne must be rubbing off on me.
*END CHAPTER FOUR*
*Note: Ok, so I've never really done a pov piece like this one. How was it? If it totally sucked let me know.I can take it! But, if you liked it, let me know too! Hope you're enjoying it.though it is pure fluff and not making any sense! Thanks!
