The first drop of her blood on his lips drove him wild. He fought to keep
at bay the demon inside him, who thrashed about; fighting for release.
Drinking her blood was like tasting heaven, so sweet and innocent. The
sound of her beating heart was divinity to his ears. He hadn't tasted a
warm human body in decades. Not since Angelus.
At the thought of his former life, all reality came rushing back to him. He could feel all his self-restraint slipping away with each passing beat of her heart. His fingers curled around her hair. A renewed sense of strength washed over him. Not his usual power, but it was returning.
Cordelia's mind hummed with pleasure. Being a vampire's victim had been described as anything from painful to downright sexual. This was beyond sexual though. this was sweet agony. Smoke rose in her veins, clouding her brain of every sensible thought except the warm feeling of angel's mouth at her neck, and the pure ecstasy he had inflicted on her.
Unknowingly, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her head bent back in pleasure, offering him more. A disconnected, almost dizzy feeling mingled with the onslaught of sensual temptations.
"Angel." she moaned out his name, her words slurred with desire.
Cordelia's voice brought Angel back from the heaven he was in. It reminded him ever so erotically that he couldn't' finish her as every cell in his entire being cried out to do. With painstaking care, he drew out his fangs, shutting away the monster inside him. A few tiny drops of blood remained, like red roses against milk-white water.
Delicately he licked them up, kissing her neck to banish away any pain he may have caused. His face shifted back into that of a human as he continued to lavish her neck with soft kisses. He somehow couldn't bring himself to break contact with her silken skin. Reluctantly, he forced himself to draw away and look at her face.
She was gasping for breath, with a dazed expression. Her chocolate eyes were alive with emotion, which both confused and excited him to no end.
"Cordelia," he murmured her name. "Are you all right?"
Her response was slow. She looked up at him for a moment with no recognition. Then a soft smile played out over her blackened lips.
"Yep, I'm fine." Her voice was mellifluous and languid like honey. "I'm just a bit dizzy."
With renewed strength he rose up to his full height, and looked down on her. She looked. strangely fragile, with the moonlight washing over her now very pale face. Her dress, that stopped midthigh, displayed her long legs very nicely. She was truly bewitching.
'Untouchable.' He realized with surprising emotional agony.
She was in a league all her own, up amongst the shining stars of the world. His damned hell-damned vampiric soul didn't even deserve the warmth and joy in her smile. Lowering himself to his knees, Angel fought mental demons in a losing battle. The gorgeous, fun-loving, gentle creature lying before him had somehow turned his world of black and white into an endless pallet of gray. Things that were once so clear now seemed blurry and jumbled. It oddly frightened him to know he had so little control of the blazing inferno of emotions that roared through him. Yet somehow, as he looked down on her twilight-kissed face, a sense of simplicity set in. It was as if all he need to know could be read in the depths of her eyes, and the curves of her face. She was his harbor in a storm that she, herself, unwittingly created.
'And I can't even save her.' He spat out silently.
There was an enormous amount of debris covering the exits, and he hadn't quite the strength yet to move it all and run them both out of the building.
"You just sleep." He told her, gently stroking her hair.
It was obvious that somehow she had figured out their situation, and was all the more uneasy. She did as she was told though, and snuggled close next to Angel's reclined form. All though she couldn't move her legs, she positioned her head so it lay just under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her for comfort and warmth, drawing her chilled body closer to his. Like lovers they lay, limbs entwined. One delicate hand rested on the arms that held her, the other somewhere in between them. With the warmth of her breath caressing his face, Angel slowly drifted into a darkened sleep.
Lost in an intermingled feverish dream, neither noticed the hours slip away like sands in an hourglass. A whole day fell away. The sun rose in its brilliance auburn glory and danced across a clear blue sky. Birds sang and the wind whispered the secrets of the land. Then, reaching out its pink tipped arms, it said a final goodbye to Los Angeles and retreated to its night time hideout, leaving the full moon in its place. It was Angel who awoke first, drawn out of his death sleep by a craving for more blood.
'I'll be fine for a few hours.' He told himself, staring down at the beautiful woman at his side.
Serenity was written on her enchanting features, and he smiled in spite of himself. Waking her from whatever sweet dream she was probably having seemed almost a crime. Time wouldn't stop for them though, and if nothing else he needed to take advantage of the renewed energy sleep provided him. Sitting up, his bones groaned in protest. Sleeping on hard cement definitely wasn't the best say to stay. The mere thought of his bed back at the Hyperion drove him on. Turning back to his sleeping beauty, he stroked her cheek gently, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face.
Cordelia's eyes opened slowly, lazily, and she stretched like a cat waking from its afternoon nap.
"Good morning." She smiled idly up at him.
Some of the color had returned to her cheeks, though it was hard to tell in the moonlight.
"More like good night." He said with a smile, "How are you feeling?"
She took a moment to ponder on that question.
"I feel." she supposed, "like a vampire just got to me."
Though the words brought a ping of guilt to Angel, her relaxed grin clarified that she was just fine. Casually hoping to his feet, he offered her a hand.
"Think you can stand up?"
She took it, and managed to haul herself into a sitting position, before the agonizing reality set it. Her legs didn't want to work.
"Shit." She muttered. "This is peachy."
Quickly Angel reviewed the situation, then nodded.
"Don't worry about it." He told her slyly. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, and was rewarded with a small feminine scream.
"Angel!" she exclaimed, fighting to be put down.
The idea of walking wasn't at the top of her list, but it wasn't as embarrassing being carried around like some stupid damsel in distress.
"Angel, put me down! I can walk just fine." she started to protest, but stopped instantly.
His face mere inches from hers, his piercing eyes were staring at her with a mix of thrilling and puzzling emotions. A delicate blush crept up her cheeks, and she bit her lip unconsciously as she met his gaze sheepishly. Her heart rate increased tenfold and her breath caught in her throat, being in such close proximity with him. Against her own will, she felt like joining the ranks of all those piddling damsels and collapsing against the warmth of his chest in a feminine faint. Then it struck her.
'What the hell? This is Angel!'
Still, the temptation of his lips so close, so warm. it was overwhelming.
"The more you move," he told her with huskiness in his voice. "The more difficult you'll make it."
She looked away uneasily, trying to keep her emotions in check. It seemed to Cordy that he hadn't noticed at all the closeness between then, for in the next moment he was across the room. In a kick that appeared to take no effort at all, he kicked the cement block that barricaded the exit. As if it were wood, it broke easily in half, revealing a passageway out.
(A/N = okay so this is just a rumor A RUMOR that I saw on a message board, but I heard that Cordy and Angel get together in the first couple of eps of the new season! Its only a rumor so don't come and egg my house if they're wrong but I thought you'd all wanna know. Thanks again for reviewing! Love you all! Wish me luck, school starts again on Tuesday!)
At the thought of his former life, all reality came rushing back to him. He could feel all his self-restraint slipping away with each passing beat of her heart. His fingers curled around her hair. A renewed sense of strength washed over him. Not his usual power, but it was returning.
Cordelia's mind hummed with pleasure. Being a vampire's victim had been described as anything from painful to downright sexual. This was beyond sexual though. this was sweet agony. Smoke rose in her veins, clouding her brain of every sensible thought except the warm feeling of angel's mouth at her neck, and the pure ecstasy he had inflicted on her.
Unknowingly, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her head bent back in pleasure, offering him more. A disconnected, almost dizzy feeling mingled with the onslaught of sensual temptations.
"Angel." she moaned out his name, her words slurred with desire.
Cordelia's voice brought Angel back from the heaven he was in. It reminded him ever so erotically that he couldn't' finish her as every cell in his entire being cried out to do. With painstaking care, he drew out his fangs, shutting away the monster inside him. A few tiny drops of blood remained, like red roses against milk-white water.
Delicately he licked them up, kissing her neck to banish away any pain he may have caused. His face shifted back into that of a human as he continued to lavish her neck with soft kisses. He somehow couldn't bring himself to break contact with her silken skin. Reluctantly, he forced himself to draw away and look at her face.
She was gasping for breath, with a dazed expression. Her chocolate eyes were alive with emotion, which both confused and excited him to no end.
"Cordelia," he murmured her name. "Are you all right?"
Her response was slow. She looked up at him for a moment with no recognition. Then a soft smile played out over her blackened lips.
"Yep, I'm fine." Her voice was mellifluous and languid like honey. "I'm just a bit dizzy."
With renewed strength he rose up to his full height, and looked down on her. She looked. strangely fragile, with the moonlight washing over her now very pale face. Her dress, that stopped midthigh, displayed her long legs very nicely. She was truly bewitching.
'Untouchable.' He realized with surprising emotional agony.
She was in a league all her own, up amongst the shining stars of the world. His damned hell-damned vampiric soul didn't even deserve the warmth and joy in her smile. Lowering himself to his knees, Angel fought mental demons in a losing battle. The gorgeous, fun-loving, gentle creature lying before him had somehow turned his world of black and white into an endless pallet of gray. Things that were once so clear now seemed blurry and jumbled. It oddly frightened him to know he had so little control of the blazing inferno of emotions that roared through him. Yet somehow, as he looked down on her twilight-kissed face, a sense of simplicity set in. It was as if all he need to know could be read in the depths of her eyes, and the curves of her face. She was his harbor in a storm that she, herself, unwittingly created.
'And I can't even save her.' He spat out silently.
There was an enormous amount of debris covering the exits, and he hadn't quite the strength yet to move it all and run them both out of the building.
"You just sleep." He told her, gently stroking her hair.
It was obvious that somehow she had figured out their situation, and was all the more uneasy. She did as she was told though, and snuggled close next to Angel's reclined form. All though she couldn't move her legs, she positioned her head so it lay just under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her for comfort and warmth, drawing her chilled body closer to his. Like lovers they lay, limbs entwined. One delicate hand rested on the arms that held her, the other somewhere in between them. With the warmth of her breath caressing his face, Angel slowly drifted into a darkened sleep.
Lost in an intermingled feverish dream, neither noticed the hours slip away like sands in an hourglass. A whole day fell away. The sun rose in its brilliance auburn glory and danced across a clear blue sky. Birds sang and the wind whispered the secrets of the land. Then, reaching out its pink tipped arms, it said a final goodbye to Los Angeles and retreated to its night time hideout, leaving the full moon in its place. It was Angel who awoke first, drawn out of his death sleep by a craving for more blood.
'I'll be fine for a few hours.' He told himself, staring down at the beautiful woman at his side.
Serenity was written on her enchanting features, and he smiled in spite of himself. Waking her from whatever sweet dream she was probably having seemed almost a crime. Time wouldn't stop for them though, and if nothing else he needed to take advantage of the renewed energy sleep provided him. Sitting up, his bones groaned in protest. Sleeping on hard cement definitely wasn't the best say to stay. The mere thought of his bed back at the Hyperion drove him on. Turning back to his sleeping beauty, he stroked her cheek gently, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face.
Cordelia's eyes opened slowly, lazily, and she stretched like a cat waking from its afternoon nap.
"Good morning." She smiled idly up at him.
Some of the color had returned to her cheeks, though it was hard to tell in the moonlight.
"More like good night." He said with a smile, "How are you feeling?"
She took a moment to ponder on that question.
"I feel." she supposed, "like a vampire just got to me."
Though the words brought a ping of guilt to Angel, her relaxed grin clarified that she was just fine. Casually hoping to his feet, he offered her a hand.
"Think you can stand up?"
She took it, and managed to haul herself into a sitting position, before the agonizing reality set it. Her legs didn't want to work.
"Shit." She muttered. "This is peachy."
Quickly Angel reviewed the situation, then nodded.
"Don't worry about it." He told her slyly. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, and was rewarded with a small feminine scream.
"Angel!" she exclaimed, fighting to be put down.
The idea of walking wasn't at the top of her list, but it wasn't as embarrassing being carried around like some stupid damsel in distress.
"Angel, put me down! I can walk just fine." she started to protest, but stopped instantly.
His face mere inches from hers, his piercing eyes were staring at her with a mix of thrilling and puzzling emotions. A delicate blush crept up her cheeks, and she bit her lip unconsciously as she met his gaze sheepishly. Her heart rate increased tenfold and her breath caught in her throat, being in such close proximity with him. Against her own will, she felt like joining the ranks of all those piddling damsels and collapsing against the warmth of his chest in a feminine faint. Then it struck her.
'What the hell? This is Angel!'
Still, the temptation of his lips so close, so warm. it was overwhelming.
"The more you move," he told her with huskiness in his voice. "The more difficult you'll make it."
She looked away uneasily, trying to keep her emotions in check. It seemed to Cordy that he hadn't noticed at all the closeness between then, for in the next moment he was across the room. In a kick that appeared to take no effort at all, he kicked the cement block that barricaded the exit. As if it were wood, it broke easily in half, revealing a passageway out.
(A/N = okay so this is just a rumor A RUMOR that I saw on a message board, but I heard that Cordy and Angel get together in the first couple of eps of the new season! Its only a rumor so don't come and egg my house if they're wrong but I thought you'd all wanna know. Thanks again for reviewing! Love you all! Wish me luck, school starts again on Tuesday!)