Chapter 3 - 'The Discovery of Electricity'
The room was dark, just what she needed to think. The clanking in her mind hadn't stopped since they had left the Mall. Angel had been waiting for her in the lobby, hiding in the shadows, she sensed him but didn't acknowledge him, she, instead, headed straight up stairs. Angel cornered her in the bedroom.
"What's going on Cordelia? You have been acting strange for 2 weeks." Angel whispered in a husky voice.
"Angel we are strange, nothing is going on. Just a little tired with all the visions that's all." She looked to the floor guiltily.
"You didn't phone me. I felt the vision, I seen the lights. You didn't tell me." He repeated. "I told you not to fight your visions yourself. Cordelia look at me."
Cordelia turned away from the lighting window and drew the curtains against the coming dawn. "I didn't fight my vision. It wasn't for you, Oh-Great-Warrior, it was for me so there was no point in dragging you away from Buffy the Wonderful." Cordelia turned back to the covered window and hugged herself.
"Cordelia, I know that it is difficult for you to have the Sunnydale Gang here, especially Xander, but they will be gone soon."
"Yeah and in the meantime we have to watch you and Buffy dance on eggshells and making with the eyes like star-crossed lovers." She raised her voice slightly and let her hands drop to her side. She was now staring at Angels confused face. "For those of us that are social defunked, that means we have to watch you and Buffy the Vampire Layer making eyes at each other and slowly get back together and then we will have to baffle through the cloud of angst and then the visions will get worse 'cos between you manage to attract more demons than any bad Hollywood movie."
"Don't call her that. I will not be getting back together with Buffy, our hearts belong to other people now. Buffy loves Spike, though she tries to deny it I can see it in her eyes. What was in the vision Cordy?"
She was shocked at the use of his nickname for her. She hadn't heard it since he came back from Darla and his epiphany. It angered her slightly. "The vision was of you turning into Angelus if you must know." She shouted. "I watched you turn into Angelus and now I am just preparing to stake you when it happens. So excuse me for being distant. It isn't everyday that you stake your best friend." Angel recoiled from her as if she had suddenly branded a cross at him. "What did you mean that your hearts belong to other people? Who's does your belong to? Oh Darla..." Cordelia exclaimed in a sudden realisation. "Your heart belongs to another blonde whore. Darla!" Cordelia spat in disgust. Cordelia lifted her hand to slap his face.
Angel caught her hand in mid-air and brought it to his face. "My heart belongs to you." He said softly. "And now your heart belongs to me. I seen your vision as well. We'll go to the Oracles and see why they are sending these visions to you."
"They're dead!" Cordelia reminded him softly.
"They tend to replace them if someone breaks in and kills them. Come on, we'll take the sewers.
At The Oracles
"Ah we are glad you have come.. .at last." The female gold and blue figure stated. "We have been waiting for a while now."
"You bring her before us. You have found each other at last. Your hearts sing." The male one continued.
"Do they always talk like this? They remind me of Drucilia. Weird, much." Cordelia muttered.
"Silence Seer. You are here for answers but we sent you the answers in your Sights. We do not understand why you are here."
"We are here because you are expecting me to turn Angel into Angelus. I really don't get that. You fight so hard to keep him Angel and now you want Angelus. Trust me Goldman, I've seen Angelus and he ain't no pretty picture.. well except for the leather pants part."
"Angelus is no more. We made a deal with the Romaina Gypsies. You are free. They sealed your soul and made you...1 think your world for it Seer is...Angely? That means that your hearts can sing together. The Light needs to be planted, to grow, to help tip the balance of Good and Evil. You must make that Light. Only the Light can save us."
They found themselves back inside the anti-chamber.
"Light? I think that the gold people have just discovered electricity. They kept going on about light? Shame they couldn't have discovered soft landings as well! Couldn't they..." Cordelia mumbled while rubbing her back where she landed on the sandy floor. Her rambling was cut off by a pair of cold lips descending passionately on hers. Angel only pulled away when he realised that Cordelia still needed to breath.
"Who cares about the Light right now. You heard them, they want us together. They gave us permission to be together."
"Shouldn't we tell someone like the gang?"
Angel didn't answer her, he grabbed her hand and started to pull her along the tunnels. Cordelia saw the fire dancing in his eyes mixed equally with the wickedness. Neither spoke until they reached the hotel, neither wanting to question what they felt neither wanting to acknowledge what the Light was. They reached the hotel and Cordelia stopped at Wesley's office to remove the book from under Freds sleeping head, replacing it with a pillow and removing her glasses. Angel had went up the stair case to his room, waiting for Cordelia. It was rushing through his head. He couldn't believe it, he had been hoping for it since the first vision when he had seen them in bed together. The candles beside his bed were lit. He pulled the sheets back and waited.
Cordelia was shaking, her hand trembling like an earthquake. It was unbelievable to her, she had never expected this. Hoped, yes, but never thought it would be reality. She had convinced herself that if they ever sealed his soul then he would go running straight back to Buffy in Sunnydale but he was upstairs waiting for her.
The door opened, letting a crack of light into the candlelit room. Angel has waiting, his chest bare. She put her hands softly, hesitantly, on his chest and felt the taut muscles underneath his chilled skin. He held her face and brought it to him. They kissed passionately, never wanting to leave each other hands undoing buttons and fiddling with buckles. He stood back slightly and looked into Cordelias eyes. She saw his pure happiness eyes and suddenly a happy reality hit her. They kiss passionately again, so caught up in the passion that neither seen the blue light that passed from Angel into Cordelia, travelling through her body to the abdomen where it stopped, glowed and went out.
The room was dark, just what she needed to think. The clanking in her mind hadn't stopped since they had left the Mall. Angel had been waiting for her in the lobby, hiding in the shadows, she sensed him but didn't acknowledge him, she, instead, headed straight up stairs. Angel cornered her in the bedroom.
"What's going on Cordelia? You have been acting strange for 2 weeks." Angel whispered in a husky voice.
"Angel we are strange, nothing is going on. Just a little tired with all the visions that's all." She looked to the floor guiltily.
"You didn't phone me. I felt the vision, I seen the lights. You didn't tell me." He repeated. "I told you not to fight your visions yourself. Cordelia look at me."
Cordelia turned away from the lighting window and drew the curtains against the coming dawn. "I didn't fight my vision. It wasn't for you, Oh-Great-Warrior, it was for me so there was no point in dragging you away from Buffy the Wonderful." Cordelia turned back to the covered window and hugged herself.
"Cordelia, I know that it is difficult for you to have the Sunnydale Gang here, especially Xander, but they will be gone soon."
"Yeah and in the meantime we have to watch you and Buffy dance on eggshells and making with the eyes like star-crossed lovers." She raised her voice slightly and let her hands drop to her side. She was now staring at Angels confused face. "For those of us that are social defunked, that means we have to watch you and Buffy the Vampire Layer making eyes at each other and slowly get back together and then we will have to baffle through the cloud of angst and then the visions will get worse 'cos between you manage to attract more demons than any bad Hollywood movie."
"Don't call her that. I will not be getting back together with Buffy, our hearts belong to other people now. Buffy loves Spike, though she tries to deny it I can see it in her eyes. What was in the vision Cordy?"
She was shocked at the use of his nickname for her. She hadn't heard it since he came back from Darla and his epiphany. It angered her slightly. "The vision was of you turning into Angelus if you must know." She shouted. "I watched you turn into Angelus and now I am just preparing to stake you when it happens. So excuse me for being distant. It isn't everyday that you stake your best friend." Angel recoiled from her as if she had suddenly branded a cross at him. "What did you mean that your hearts belong to other people? Who's does your belong to? Oh Darla..." Cordelia exclaimed in a sudden realisation. "Your heart belongs to another blonde whore. Darla!" Cordelia spat in disgust. Cordelia lifted her hand to slap his face.
Angel caught her hand in mid-air and brought it to his face. "My heart belongs to you." He said softly. "And now your heart belongs to me. I seen your vision as well. We'll go to the Oracles and see why they are sending these visions to you."
"They're dead!" Cordelia reminded him softly.
"They tend to replace them if someone breaks in and kills them. Come on, we'll take the sewers.
At The Oracles
"Ah we are glad you have come.. .at last." The female gold and blue figure stated. "We have been waiting for a while now."
"You bring her before us. You have found each other at last. Your hearts sing." The male one continued.
"Do they always talk like this? They remind me of Drucilia. Weird, much." Cordelia muttered.
"Silence Seer. You are here for answers but we sent you the answers in your Sights. We do not understand why you are here."
"We are here because you are expecting me to turn Angel into Angelus. I really don't get that. You fight so hard to keep him Angel and now you want Angelus. Trust me Goldman, I've seen Angelus and he ain't no pretty picture.. well except for the leather pants part."
"Angelus is no more. We made a deal with the Romaina Gypsies. You are free. They sealed your soul and made you...1 think your world for it Seer is...Angely? That means that your hearts can sing together. The Light needs to be planted, to grow, to help tip the balance of Good and Evil. You must make that Light. Only the Light can save us."
They found themselves back inside the anti-chamber.
"Light? I think that the gold people have just discovered electricity. They kept going on about light? Shame they couldn't have discovered soft landings as well! Couldn't they..." Cordelia mumbled while rubbing her back where she landed on the sandy floor. Her rambling was cut off by a pair of cold lips descending passionately on hers. Angel only pulled away when he realised that Cordelia still needed to breath.
"Who cares about the Light right now. You heard them, they want us together. They gave us permission to be together."
"Shouldn't we tell someone like the gang?"
Angel didn't answer her, he grabbed her hand and started to pull her along the tunnels. Cordelia saw the fire dancing in his eyes mixed equally with the wickedness. Neither spoke until they reached the hotel, neither wanting to question what they felt neither wanting to acknowledge what the Light was. They reached the hotel and Cordelia stopped at Wesley's office to remove the book from under Freds sleeping head, replacing it with a pillow and removing her glasses. Angel had went up the stair case to his room, waiting for Cordelia. It was rushing through his head. He couldn't believe it, he had been hoping for it since the first vision when he had seen them in bed together. The candles beside his bed were lit. He pulled the sheets back and waited.
Cordelia was shaking, her hand trembling like an earthquake. It was unbelievable to her, she had never expected this. Hoped, yes, but never thought it would be reality. She had convinced herself that if they ever sealed his soul then he would go running straight back to Buffy in Sunnydale but he was upstairs waiting for her.
The door opened, letting a crack of light into the candlelit room. Angel has waiting, his chest bare. She put her hands softly, hesitantly, on his chest and felt the taut muscles underneath his chilled skin. He held her face and brought it to him. They kissed passionately, never wanting to leave each other hands undoing buttons and fiddling with buckles. He stood back slightly and looked into Cordelias eyes. She saw his pure happiness eyes and suddenly a happy reality hit her. They kiss passionately again, so caught up in the passion that neither seen the blue light that passed from Angel into Cordelia, travelling through her body to the abdomen where it stopped, glowed and went out.