I~ Just to make it clear for everyone involved, Cordelia, from this point on in this fan fiction shall be known as Cassandra, or Andra. In the show everyone got new names when they became vampires, to differentiate themselves with their former living status, and so it shall remain in holy tradition, with the addition of Cordelia Chase to the ranks of the undead.
Oh, and the whole, Angel might become human thing, it didn't happen. All that's going to happen, is Angel will have his permanent soul . . . as of now. Why? Because I said so that's why. Don't you understand how this total control over their universe thing works? Anything I WANT I get! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
LOL!
Oh, one more thing. I'm pissed at Angel today, because of his behavior, so if you notice he acts like an immature idiot in the story today, you now know why.
Now that those matters have been dealt with, let us get on with the show eh? ~/I
bAftermath/b
IBy Jules/I
IbChapter 2/I/b
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Cassandra stalked the streets of Los Anglos, looking for the perfect car. One that she wanted, because anything she wanted, would be hers.
Cassandra might have been a bit off the edge of the cliff, but she wasn't completely insane. She had a grasp on reality, but she saw the truth as it was, took what she wanted, and had fun doing it. Cassandra, as she knew herself now, had retreated into a child-like state of mind, but still knew at times that she was an adult.
She could saunter alluringly if she wanted to, attract a male's attention, talk dirty if need be, and had some pretty wild ideas about what to do in the bedroom.
She'd stolen Angel's spark plugs after leaving, just incase he had gotten any ideas, and had thrown them in a trash bin. It would take him awhile to find an open store that sold sparkplugs for Angel's make of car, especially one that was open after dark.
Finally, she caught sight what she wanted. A black Chevy Impala, with darkened windows, and the owner, a male, leaning against it, talking on his cell phone, and yelling at someone.
Cassandra smiled, and sauntered over to him, swinging her hips provocatively. She stood in front of him, her eyes capturing his in her own. He was speechless. She reached out, took his phone and slowly closed it, her eyes never leaving her prey's.
"Hello. I'm Cassandra. I'm horny, and very alone."
The guy stood up straight in shock, and opened his back door quickly, throwing her a sexy smile, "I'm Aaron, and very single."
Cassandra smiled, then went into the backseat with him. 20 seconds later, he was drained, and drinking from her wrist, then he was dead in the backseat. Cassandra took his keys and covered him with a blanket, to make it look like he was just sleeping in the backseat.
~*~
b** The Hotel **
** 30 minutes after Cassandra left **/b
Angel went to his car, and tried to start it.
Nothing.
Angel growled then popped the hood. He looked around, then spotted the problem. His sparkplugs were gone!
He slammed the hood in anger and growled out, "CASSANDRA!"
Very pissed that someone had touched his car, and that he couldn't get to Sunnydale, he went inside to brood.
~*~
b** Sunnydale, California **
** One am , the next night**/b
Cassandra had introduced herself to her first minion and sent him on his way an hour ago to find them some rich digs.
He was smart, so it seemed, and hopefully would manage to get something suitable. Cassandra was bored after all that driving, and she wanted to play, so she decided to take in the sites, primarily, the graveyard. It seemed so . . . homey now. She ordered the minion, who she had instructed to call her Milady, to meet her there as soon as he'd found them a place to live.
Cassandra danced around the tombstones and monuments, to music heard by no one else but herself. Totally unaware that someone was watching her.
Spike had chosen, that particular night, to check out the graveyard, see what was going on.
That's when he saw the dark beauty dancing blithely about, spinning, and humming. Sometimes waltzing with some unseen partner. For a moment he thought it was Drusilla, and his heart jumped into his throat, but when he heard her laugh he knew it wasn't.
Finally Cassandra sensed the other vampire's presence. She saw who it was and smiled at him, running up and hugging him, "Spike! Hi! Want to dance with me?"
Spike raised his eyebrow at her, "Aren't you the least bit afraid of me pet?"
"Should I be? You're Dru's childe. You are family! Please, dance with me!"
"Are you alright Cordelia?" Spike inquired, he knew Cordelia used to be a friend of Buffy's, and realized that if he wanted on Buffy Summer's good side, taking care of her friends would be a great way to do it.
"Oh I'm lovely! I'm a vampire now, just like you. Mother named me Cassandra. Drusilla calls me Andra. So you can too!" She told him laughing, spinning him around with her, "Please dance with me, I want someone to dance with."
There was something about her child-like innocence, which reminded him of Dru. He couldn't say no to her. So he offered her his hand, and waltzed with her, as she laughed in delight.
"Oh isn't it such a beautiful night Spike? Lots of pretty stars, and a moon. You hardly ever see stars in LA . . ." She giggled, "Well, not the kind in the sky anyway. The sky is so pretty . . . too bad we can't see it during the day, except when it's all icky and cloudy. But sun is bad for your skin . . . it's deadly."
"Who turned you into a vampire Cor-Cassandra?"
"Mother did of course! Ooh, that's right, you don't know. Darla's back! Some silly law firm brought her back as a human. But she didn't like it that much, the whole soul thing and all, so she had another vampire turn her. Now Mother and Dru are having fun in LA, playing with Angel . . . or at least trying to."
Spike stopped dancing at hearing that, but Cassandra didn't even pause in her dance.
"Could you please repeat that pet?" He stuttered
"Repeat what?"
"The whole, who sired you thing." Spike told her, dreading what she was going to say.
"Oh, you mean Darla." Cassandra chirped
"But I thought the poof staked her!"
"Somebody here isn't listening." Cassandra replied in a singsong voice.
"Right, the whole law firm bringing her back."
"Yep! With the Scroll of Aberjia . . . or something like that."
Cassandra suddenly squealed in glee, that was when Spike noticed a man running towards them.
He bowed his head before Cassandra and kissed her hand, "Milady, I've found us a mansion. I didn't even need to kill anyone. I just had to call the realtor, and purchase the house."
"Wonderful!" Cassandra turned the Spike, "The true way to be a successful vampire is to only create minions, who already are rich. Keep the body, and then their funds are still accessible. Andy, go transfer all your funds into an account under my name."
"Yes mistress." He obediently agreed.
Spike butted in, "After you show us the house."
Andy looked at his mistress questioningly, asking whether he should be following the platinum haired vampire's orders.
"Oh yeah . . . Spike, does this mean you'll stay with me? Please say yes."
"Sure pet." In his head he tacked on, 'ISomeone's got to look out for you./I'
He introduced himself to the minion, "I'm Spike, also known as William the Bloody. Look it up. I ran with Angelus, Drusilla, and Darla through Europe. Don't ever question my orders from now on, nor your mistresses, or you'll have me to deal with."
"Y-yes s-sir." The minion uttered.
"Good. Now lead the way to our new pad."
Cassandra led the way to the car, but let Andy do the driving. She giggled with pleasure when they pulled up in front of her old home. She jumped out of the car and danced around in the moonlight once more in happiness.
"It's my house! It's Cordelia's old house Spike! The one those old-meanies at the IRS took away."
Spike wanted to know, how she got into this childlike state, but didn't ask.
Once in the house Cassandra danced around the living room, "Home, home. I'm home. And it's just like those icky people left it when they got kicked out . . . which means we need to re-decorate. Big time."
Cassandra turned to Spike, "You'll help me, won't you?"
"Um, ok pet . . ."
"Before we do anything, I'd just like to stake my claim on the master bedroom . . . " Cassandra giggled, "I said stake! That's not a good idea for a vampire to say that is it?"
"Probably not."
~*~*~*~*~
b** Three days later **/b
The whole house was decorated in dark colors, blacks, dark blues, and reds. Which was how they liked it.
Spike was waltzing around the dinning room with Cassandra, which had been turned into a ballroom, with dark red walls and with wood panels. Cassandra had installed a sound system, which was now pumping out the classical music as the two danced.
There was no romance between the two, just sex. Both understood that Spike was in love with Buffy, and Cassandra was in love with Angel. She had told him that while she seduced him their first night there. [IHey, they're vampires, they have serious sexual needs. Need I remind you of the whole slash-thing that used to go on between vampires of the same sexual orientation? /I]
Spike was like a good-friend, whom Cassandra had sex with, and was willing to dance with her. Which was why she liked him so much. When they needed to feed, Spike now had Cassandra on a blood pack diet, like him. He did not want to be in trouble with Buffy or Peaches when they found out he'd been staying with her, and letting her go around killing people.
It was a partnership. He also made sure the minions (of which they now had 6) stayed in line.
Cassandra had also created four childe, whom she named, David, Charisma, Dawson and Keanu.
Keanu, was named after Cassandra's favorite actor, because he looked JUST like him, actually, it was because it WAS Keanu, he'd been driving through town, on his way to LA, when Aaron had run out in front of his car. Cassandra wanted him as a childe because he blooked/b so much like her favorite actor, so he became one.
Next Charisma, who was bitchy, like the old Cordelia, and wouldn't put up with shit from anyone. She and Keanu were together, in every sense of the word, and shared a bedroom. No one was allowed to mess with them, because they'd claimed each other as their mates.
Then there was Dawson, named after . . . well everyone knows that. Blond hair, blue eyes, football player body and only 17, the baby of their family. He'd been the star of the Sunnydale High football and track team, until Cassandra saw him out with his current sex pot (Who was now known as Charisma) Coming out of the Bronze. I.E. Cassandra came, she saw, she created two childe.
And finally was David, he was her favorite though, her first childe. He was smart, athletic, strong, and treated her like a princess, giving her whatever she wanted, including having the occasion 'tea party' . . . which sometimes resulted in Strip truth or dare, when ended in wild sex. Again, not that it meant anything, the vampires had a wild sex drive. But most importantly to Cassandra, David would also dance with her when Spike was off making an appearance with the Scooby Gang.
All drank blood packs, instead of feasting on humans. They were taught that humans were for playing with, dating, scaring, and turning only.
Spike had asked her why she liked to dance so much, and she'd put it straightforwardly, "Because you don't need to think, just have fun!"
They had just started another dance when Cassandra grabbed her head in pain and screamed, her demon visage slipping into place. Spike had no idea what was going on. He grabbed her before she fell to the floor and held onto her tightly as her body shook with pain. Finally it was over, she was panting, taking un-needed breaths, and her face turned back to normal.
"What in the name of Lucifer was that?"
"A vision. A little present from this stupid things called the Powers That Be." Then she burst out crying, "Someone killed Mother. They staked Mother! Dru's all alone in the city of Angel. We have to send someone to help. Go get Andy and Bailey. Send them to go get her. I want her here."
"Of course pet." Spike soothed, "I'll send them right away."
They were walking around town that night, trying to think of something to do.
"Go to the cemetery?" Spike suggested.
"Did that last night." Cassandra answered, wrinkling her nose, then her eyes lit up and she starting jumping about, "I know! Let's get tattoos!"
"What?"
"Tattoo's, you know, permanent pictures on your body? I already have one on my back, I want more on my front."
Spike shrugged, "Alright. It's something to do."
"Yep! And I know exactly what you should get . . ."
b** One hour later **/b
Cassandra was pouting because it had hurt, but happy.
"I can't believe you talked me into getting that pet!" Spike groaned as he strained to look at his shoulder blade.
"I think it's sickeningly sweet. Buffy will love it, once you get around to telling her you LIKE her." Cassandra teased.
"But it's . . . a heart!" He whined.
"It's a blue heart with black edges, with a stake pressing on it."
"Show me yours."
"Alright, but we'll have to go up to the bedroom . . ." She hinted, seductively.
Spike raised his eyebrows, then followed her up the stairs. Once in the dark blue room, with matching curtains hanging around the bed, Cassandra stripped down to her matching black lace bra and thong. As Spike stripped down to his boxers.
"The first one's on my arm, it's a vine of thorns, with roses on it, dying. Like all of Dru's flowers do." Cassandra pointed to her arm.
"Lovely, now where's the other one pet?"
Cassandra smiled, "On my thigh. And the only way the man it symbolizes is gonna see it is if he quits being such a poopy head."
"I want to see it." Spike pushed her down on the bed, and kissed down her neck, to her belly, then finally reached her legs, "Open up Andra."
Cassandra giggled, then opened her legs for him, and Spike laughed out loud. There on her thigh, just two inches away from her bikini line was a picture of an angel, with wings, but on the angel's mouth there were fangs, and the halo on his head was drooping down over one eye.
"Oh that's famous pet. If Angel sees that he'll know you're his mate."
Cassandra pulled him up to his lips, "Well, Angel's not here. And I want sex, so I guess you and David just have to fill in until he comes."
"Guess so." Spike answered, then he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, no feelings involved whatsoever. All the two were interested in was satisfying the craving both their bodies and demons longed for.
~*~
b** LA, California **/b
Angel had finished his brooding, and realized there was only one thing he could do. He needed help, and there was only one person he could go to, Wesley.
He was soon pounding on the door of the former Watcher's apartment.
Wesley's cultured voice came wafting through the closed door, "I'm coming. Please be patient . . ." He stopped talking when he saw who it was, "What do Iyou/I want?"
"I don't have time to chat Wesley's. Darla and Dru had Cordelia for a week, torturing her. Then they turned her. She showed up at my place a few days ago, calling herself Cassandra, she's lost it Wes. Not completely, but she's definitely not all there. She's saner then Drusilla, but not by much. But she's a vampire. I need to get to Sunnydale. Giles and Willow can help me perform the ritual to give her back her soul. She stole my spark plugs. I need wheels."
Wesley didn't even take the time to question what Angel had just told him. He grabbed his bag of slaying stuff and handed Angel the keys to his new car, "Let's go. I'm going with you, do not even try to argue with me. She is my friend too. We better pick up Gunn, though. He'll be very angry if we don't include him. And just so you know, you owe everyone an apology when this is all over."
They picked up Gunn 45 minutes later. Then they were on their way to the Hellmouth. Unknowingly passing the two minions who were being sent to LA to pick up Drusilla and bring her to their Masters.
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Oh, and the whole, Angel might become human thing, it didn't happen. All that's going to happen, is Angel will have his permanent soul . . . as of now. Why? Because I said so that's why. Don't you understand how this total control over their universe thing works? Anything I WANT I get! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
LOL!
Oh, one more thing. I'm pissed at Angel today, because of his behavior, so if you notice he acts like an immature idiot in the story today, you now know why.
Now that those matters have been dealt with, let us get on with the show eh? ~/I
bAftermath/b
IBy Jules/I
IbChapter 2/I/b
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cassandra stalked the streets of Los Anglos, looking for the perfect car. One that she wanted, because anything she wanted, would be hers.
Cassandra might have been a bit off the edge of the cliff, but she wasn't completely insane. She had a grasp on reality, but she saw the truth as it was, took what she wanted, and had fun doing it. Cassandra, as she knew herself now, had retreated into a child-like state of mind, but still knew at times that she was an adult.
She could saunter alluringly if she wanted to, attract a male's attention, talk dirty if need be, and had some pretty wild ideas about what to do in the bedroom.
She'd stolen Angel's spark plugs after leaving, just incase he had gotten any ideas, and had thrown them in a trash bin. It would take him awhile to find an open store that sold sparkplugs for Angel's make of car, especially one that was open after dark.
Finally, she caught sight what she wanted. A black Chevy Impala, with darkened windows, and the owner, a male, leaning against it, talking on his cell phone, and yelling at someone.
Cassandra smiled, and sauntered over to him, swinging her hips provocatively. She stood in front of him, her eyes capturing his in her own. He was speechless. She reached out, took his phone and slowly closed it, her eyes never leaving her prey's.
"Hello. I'm Cassandra. I'm horny, and very alone."
The guy stood up straight in shock, and opened his back door quickly, throwing her a sexy smile, "I'm Aaron, and very single."
Cassandra smiled, then went into the backseat with him. 20 seconds later, he was drained, and drinking from her wrist, then he was dead in the backseat. Cassandra took his keys and covered him with a blanket, to make it look like he was just sleeping in the backseat.
~*~
b** The Hotel **
** 30 minutes after Cassandra left **/b
Angel went to his car, and tried to start it.
Nothing.
Angel growled then popped the hood. He looked around, then spotted the problem. His sparkplugs were gone!
He slammed the hood in anger and growled out, "CASSANDRA!"
Very pissed that someone had touched his car, and that he couldn't get to Sunnydale, he went inside to brood.
~*~
b** Sunnydale, California **
** One am , the next night**/b
Cassandra had introduced herself to her first minion and sent him on his way an hour ago to find them some rich digs.
He was smart, so it seemed, and hopefully would manage to get something suitable. Cassandra was bored after all that driving, and she wanted to play, so she decided to take in the sites, primarily, the graveyard. It seemed so . . . homey now. She ordered the minion, who she had instructed to call her Milady, to meet her there as soon as he'd found them a place to live.
Cassandra danced around the tombstones and monuments, to music heard by no one else but herself. Totally unaware that someone was watching her.
Spike had chosen, that particular night, to check out the graveyard, see what was going on.
That's when he saw the dark beauty dancing blithely about, spinning, and humming. Sometimes waltzing with some unseen partner. For a moment he thought it was Drusilla, and his heart jumped into his throat, but when he heard her laugh he knew it wasn't.
Finally Cassandra sensed the other vampire's presence. She saw who it was and smiled at him, running up and hugging him, "Spike! Hi! Want to dance with me?"
Spike raised his eyebrow at her, "Aren't you the least bit afraid of me pet?"
"Should I be? You're Dru's childe. You are family! Please, dance with me!"
"Are you alright Cordelia?" Spike inquired, he knew Cordelia used to be a friend of Buffy's, and realized that if he wanted on Buffy Summer's good side, taking care of her friends would be a great way to do it.
"Oh I'm lovely! I'm a vampire now, just like you. Mother named me Cassandra. Drusilla calls me Andra. So you can too!" She told him laughing, spinning him around with her, "Please dance with me, I want someone to dance with."
There was something about her child-like innocence, which reminded him of Dru. He couldn't say no to her. So he offered her his hand, and waltzed with her, as she laughed in delight.
"Oh isn't it such a beautiful night Spike? Lots of pretty stars, and a moon. You hardly ever see stars in LA . . ." She giggled, "Well, not the kind in the sky anyway. The sky is so pretty . . . too bad we can't see it during the day, except when it's all icky and cloudy. But sun is bad for your skin . . . it's deadly."
"Who turned you into a vampire Cor-Cassandra?"
"Mother did of course! Ooh, that's right, you don't know. Darla's back! Some silly law firm brought her back as a human. But she didn't like it that much, the whole soul thing and all, so she had another vampire turn her. Now Mother and Dru are having fun in LA, playing with Angel . . . or at least trying to."
Spike stopped dancing at hearing that, but Cassandra didn't even pause in her dance.
"Could you please repeat that pet?" He stuttered
"Repeat what?"
"The whole, who sired you thing." Spike told her, dreading what she was going to say.
"Oh, you mean Darla." Cassandra chirped
"But I thought the poof staked her!"
"Somebody here isn't listening." Cassandra replied in a singsong voice.
"Right, the whole law firm bringing her back."
"Yep! With the Scroll of Aberjia . . . or something like that."
Cassandra suddenly squealed in glee, that was when Spike noticed a man running towards them.
He bowed his head before Cassandra and kissed her hand, "Milady, I've found us a mansion. I didn't even need to kill anyone. I just had to call the realtor, and purchase the house."
"Wonderful!" Cassandra turned the Spike, "The true way to be a successful vampire is to only create minions, who already are rich. Keep the body, and then their funds are still accessible. Andy, go transfer all your funds into an account under my name."
"Yes mistress." He obediently agreed.
Spike butted in, "After you show us the house."
Andy looked at his mistress questioningly, asking whether he should be following the platinum haired vampire's orders.
"Oh yeah . . . Spike, does this mean you'll stay with me? Please say yes."
"Sure pet." In his head he tacked on, 'ISomeone's got to look out for you./I'
He introduced himself to the minion, "I'm Spike, also known as William the Bloody. Look it up. I ran with Angelus, Drusilla, and Darla through Europe. Don't ever question my orders from now on, nor your mistresses, or you'll have me to deal with."
"Y-yes s-sir." The minion uttered.
"Good. Now lead the way to our new pad."
Cassandra led the way to the car, but let Andy do the driving. She giggled with pleasure when they pulled up in front of her old home. She jumped out of the car and danced around in the moonlight once more in happiness.
"It's my house! It's Cordelia's old house Spike! The one those old-meanies at the IRS took away."
Spike wanted to know, how she got into this childlike state, but didn't ask.
Once in the house Cassandra danced around the living room, "Home, home. I'm home. And it's just like those icky people left it when they got kicked out . . . which means we need to re-decorate. Big time."
Cassandra turned to Spike, "You'll help me, won't you?"
"Um, ok pet . . ."
"Before we do anything, I'd just like to stake my claim on the master bedroom . . . " Cassandra giggled, "I said stake! That's not a good idea for a vampire to say that is it?"
"Probably not."
~*~*~*~*~
b** Three days later **/b
The whole house was decorated in dark colors, blacks, dark blues, and reds. Which was how they liked it.
Spike was waltzing around the dinning room with Cassandra, which had been turned into a ballroom, with dark red walls and with wood panels. Cassandra had installed a sound system, which was now pumping out the classical music as the two danced.
There was no romance between the two, just sex. Both understood that Spike was in love with Buffy, and Cassandra was in love with Angel. She had told him that while she seduced him their first night there. [IHey, they're vampires, they have serious sexual needs. Need I remind you of the whole slash-thing that used to go on between vampires of the same sexual orientation? /I]
Spike was like a good-friend, whom Cassandra had sex with, and was willing to dance with her. Which was why she liked him so much. When they needed to feed, Spike now had Cassandra on a blood pack diet, like him. He did not want to be in trouble with Buffy or Peaches when they found out he'd been staying with her, and letting her go around killing people.
It was a partnership. He also made sure the minions (of which they now had 6) stayed in line.
Cassandra had also created four childe, whom she named, David, Charisma, Dawson and Keanu.
Keanu, was named after Cassandra's favorite actor, because he looked JUST like him, actually, it was because it WAS Keanu, he'd been driving through town, on his way to LA, when Aaron had run out in front of his car. Cassandra wanted him as a childe because he blooked/b so much like her favorite actor, so he became one.
Next Charisma, who was bitchy, like the old Cordelia, and wouldn't put up with shit from anyone. She and Keanu were together, in every sense of the word, and shared a bedroom. No one was allowed to mess with them, because they'd claimed each other as their mates.
Then there was Dawson, named after . . . well everyone knows that. Blond hair, blue eyes, football player body and only 17, the baby of their family. He'd been the star of the Sunnydale High football and track team, until Cassandra saw him out with his current sex pot (Who was now known as Charisma) Coming out of the Bronze. I.E. Cassandra came, she saw, she created two childe.
And finally was David, he was her favorite though, her first childe. He was smart, athletic, strong, and treated her like a princess, giving her whatever she wanted, including having the occasion 'tea party' . . . which sometimes resulted in Strip truth or dare, when ended in wild sex. Again, not that it meant anything, the vampires had a wild sex drive. But most importantly to Cassandra, David would also dance with her when Spike was off making an appearance with the Scooby Gang.
All drank blood packs, instead of feasting on humans. They were taught that humans were for playing with, dating, scaring, and turning only.
Spike had asked her why she liked to dance so much, and she'd put it straightforwardly, "Because you don't need to think, just have fun!"
They had just started another dance when Cassandra grabbed her head in pain and screamed, her demon visage slipping into place. Spike had no idea what was going on. He grabbed her before she fell to the floor and held onto her tightly as her body shook with pain. Finally it was over, she was panting, taking un-needed breaths, and her face turned back to normal.
"What in the name of Lucifer was that?"
"A vision. A little present from this stupid things called the Powers That Be." Then she burst out crying, "Someone killed Mother. They staked Mother! Dru's all alone in the city of Angel. We have to send someone to help. Go get Andy and Bailey. Send them to go get her. I want her here."
"Of course pet." Spike soothed, "I'll send them right away."
They were walking around town that night, trying to think of something to do.
"Go to the cemetery?" Spike suggested.
"Did that last night." Cassandra answered, wrinkling her nose, then her eyes lit up and she starting jumping about, "I know! Let's get tattoos!"
"What?"
"Tattoo's, you know, permanent pictures on your body? I already have one on my back, I want more on my front."
Spike shrugged, "Alright. It's something to do."
"Yep! And I know exactly what you should get . . ."
b** One hour later **/b
Cassandra was pouting because it had hurt, but happy.
"I can't believe you talked me into getting that pet!" Spike groaned as he strained to look at his shoulder blade.
"I think it's sickeningly sweet. Buffy will love it, once you get around to telling her you LIKE her." Cassandra teased.
"But it's . . . a heart!" He whined.
"It's a blue heart with black edges, with a stake pressing on it."
"Show me yours."
"Alright, but we'll have to go up to the bedroom . . ." She hinted, seductively.
Spike raised his eyebrows, then followed her up the stairs. Once in the dark blue room, with matching curtains hanging around the bed, Cassandra stripped down to her matching black lace bra and thong. As Spike stripped down to his boxers.
"The first one's on my arm, it's a vine of thorns, with roses on it, dying. Like all of Dru's flowers do." Cassandra pointed to her arm.
"Lovely, now where's the other one pet?"
Cassandra smiled, "On my thigh. And the only way the man it symbolizes is gonna see it is if he quits being such a poopy head."
"I want to see it." Spike pushed her down on the bed, and kissed down her neck, to her belly, then finally reached her legs, "Open up Andra."
Cassandra giggled, then opened her legs for him, and Spike laughed out loud. There on her thigh, just two inches away from her bikini line was a picture of an angel, with wings, but on the angel's mouth there were fangs, and the halo on his head was drooping down over one eye.
"Oh that's famous pet. If Angel sees that he'll know you're his mate."
Cassandra pulled him up to his lips, "Well, Angel's not here. And I want sex, so I guess you and David just have to fill in until he comes."
"Guess so." Spike answered, then he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, no feelings involved whatsoever. All the two were interested in was satisfying the craving both their bodies and demons longed for.
~*~
b** LA, California **/b
Angel had finished his brooding, and realized there was only one thing he could do. He needed help, and there was only one person he could go to, Wesley.
He was soon pounding on the door of the former Watcher's apartment.
Wesley's cultured voice came wafting through the closed door, "I'm coming. Please be patient . . ." He stopped talking when he saw who it was, "What do Iyou/I want?"
"I don't have time to chat Wesley's. Darla and Dru had Cordelia for a week, torturing her. Then they turned her. She showed up at my place a few days ago, calling herself Cassandra, she's lost it Wes. Not completely, but she's definitely not all there. She's saner then Drusilla, but not by much. But she's a vampire. I need to get to Sunnydale. Giles and Willow can help me perform the ritual to give her back her soul. She stole my spark plugs. I need wheels."
Wesley didn't even take the time to question what Angel had just told him. He grabbed his bag of slaying stuff and handed Angel the keys to his new car, "Let's go. I'm going with you, do not even try to argue with me. She is my friend too. We better pick up Gunn, though. He'll be very angry if we don't include him. And just so you know, you owe everyone an apology when this is all over."
They picked up Gunn 45 minutes later. Then they were on their way to the Hellmouth. Unknowingly passing the two minions who were being sent to LA to pick up Drusilla and bring her to their Masters.
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