[b] Still can't type in bold people! Thanks for all the reviews, greatly
appreciated! And you can review more than one chapter! If you read all of
them, then review them all! If you sign your review then I will probably
go and read your stuff. I think I have done a few peoples. Sorry about
giving this story a plot. It was going to be just A/C dorkiness, but I
couldn't resist ( and lets just PRETEND Angel can have sex ok, for
arguments sake. [/b]
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Secrets
Chapter 3
"Hey! Where'd he go?" Gunn asked, looking around the empty hallway. Fred frowned and followed his gaze. It wasn't like Wesley to just take off with out warning, and Cordelia was still not in. It was unusual for her to be late.
"We'll try his cell phone." Fred decided and picked up the phone and dialled Wesley's number.
*
Wesley glanced at his phone and then picked up.
"Wesley! Where are you? Are you ok? What is up with you today?" Fred asked down the phone.
Wesley thought quickly. He didn't like lying, especially not to Fred.
"I... I'm coming down with a cold Fred, and my headache is getting unbearable."
"Headache? You didn't mention a headache, and if you do have one, is banging your head on the table the best way to get rid of it?" Fred asked.
"Probably not, well anyway. I'll try and pop back later. Don't worry yourselves! A few hours in bed will do me the world of good," Wesley said hurriedly and uttered a hasty goodbye before hanging up.
His stomach growled. He had already eaten a huge breakfast. But it wasn't really *him* who was hungry was it? This feeling was so strange, at the back of his mind; Wesley could hear a voice speaking to him. At first Wesley thought he was going crazy, he had read about people who were driven to suicide by these "voices" and then he had realized it was the soul snatcher within. Of course that was no better.
Wesley swallowed and tried to forget about the constant ache in his stomach and concentrated on his path home. He didn't want another event like last time.
*
"Hi everybody!" Cordelia called, stepping into the Hyperion, slashing Angel a sultry smile. He grinned goofily back at her.
"There you are Cordelia!" Fred greeted her. "Where have you been? You're late!"
"What is this? The Spanish inquisition?" Cordelia asked in alarm. "I was stuck in traffic ok? Jeez, get of my case already!" She said. Yes, she was doing a good job of covering up. It was a well-known fact that Cordelia Chase was a great actress.
"Sorry.. I was just a little worried," Fred muttered. She was rather hurt. Cordelia was prepared to admit that she might have gone a little over the top and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry Fred, I just didn't get much sleep last night." She said truthfully, hiding a smirk and blushing a little. Angel laughed and tried to disguise it as a cough feebly. Gunn looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm beginning to think Fred and me are the only sane people in this joint," He said with narrowed eyes. "If I didn't know any better I'd say that you two were-"
"Vision!" Cordelia yelled loudly, rising of the ground a little.
Some one up there really liked them.
*
Later that night, Cordelia stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had spent almost three hours getting ready. It wasn't often Angel got to see her looking her best. Her hair hung loosely down her back and her make up was fairly natural and her outfit.well guaranteed to blow Angel away.
"Ok Dennis, I suggest you go and hide somewhere tonight." Cordelia warned her ghost as she applied a coat of lip-gloss.
The apartment was lit up by candles and was very romantic. Cordelia wanted tonight to be perfect. No way was Dennis going to ruin this. Not that he usually did.. but he was like an overprotective big brother.
When the knock at the door came Cordelia smiled happily and bounded over to the door, arranging herself in a sexy, alluring position. Nothing was going to spoil this night.
*
Wesley sat staring at the TV screen. He had no idea what was going on in this show. He was looking at the blurry shapes and he could vaguely hear the words spoken, but he wasn't taking it in. Most of him was fixated with the pain in his stomach and whispering going on in his head.
~Feed me~ the soul snatcher hissed. It had been whispering these words to him all day and the temptation was beginning to get the better of him.
"I will not." Wesley answered feebly.
~Feed me and I will go away~ Wesley doubted this.
"I cannot feed you," Wesley snarled, catching sight of himself in the mirror, how silly he looked, talking to himself. "I can't over power a demon. And I know of none who have a soul." Wesley lied.
~Ah, you lie. You know of one who trusts you with its life~
"I will not kill Angel for you.. I'd rather die myself." Wesley said gruffly and banged his fist on the chair. The temptation was rising, he could see himself sucking the soul of out Angel.. and he could almost feel the relief washing over him, but the gnaw in his stomach brought him back to earth with a crash.
~There is another. The girl. She is powerful, and such a soul! You give me her and I will never need another. She is much more than a mere demon~
Wesley swallowed. He looked at the door. He could easily reach Cordelia in ten minutes. Immediately he discarded the idea. Cordelia was his friend! And the same applied to her as it did to Angel, he'd rather die than kill her.
*
Cordelia slowly opened the door with that seductive look upon her face.
"Hey gorgeous," She purred.
"Cordelia?" Wesley spluttered, taking in the sight of the brunette clad in the black negligee. His eyes opened in surprise and his jaw dropped open. "Were you expecting someone?" He asked in amazement.
At that moment, Angel appeared behind Wesley. He didn't know what to think. The sight of Cordelia made his heart race, well it would have done. But the sight of Wesley, eyeing up Cordy. Well.
"Angel? What the hell is going on?" Wesley demanded, his eyes flickering between the two of them. Cordelia and Angel exchanged glances. Cordelia took a deep breath.
"Wesley, I knew you'd come over tonight, I just wanted to give you a surprise, are you coming in?" She asked and lightly ran her fingers up his arm.
"What? But Angel-"
"Just came to give Cordy her, um.purse. Which I left in the car, but I can see you two are busy..you can just get it tomorrow," Angel rambled on, and quickly turned on his heel and ran of down the corridor. Trust Wesley to miraculously recover from his cold and go gallivanting of to Cordy's apartment.
Wesley watched him bound away and blinked a few times and then turned back to Cordelia. A bright smile plastered on her face.
"So Wes, ready to have fun?" She asked suggestively. Inside she was cringing. Damn you Wesley, damn you to hell, she screamed inwardly and her face twitched.
"Cordelia." Wesley said seriously. "I think we should have a serious talk."
Her smile faltered but she opened the door wide and let him step past her. She was sure there was a baseball bat in one of her closets. If she hit him hard he might drop unconscious and forget all about this.
[b] Hmmm. The more I write, the less I like this story. I liked the first chapter, but now it's getting kinda crap. Well review, tell me what you think! [/b]
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Secrets
Chapter 3
"Hey! Where'd he go?" Gunn asked, looking around the empty hallway. Fred frowned and followed his gaze. It wasn't like Wesley to just take off with out warning, and Cordelia was still not in. It was unusual for her to be late.
"We'll try his cell phone." Fred decided and picked up the phone and dialled Wesley's number.
*
Wesley glanced at his phone and then picked up.
"Wesley! Where are you? Are you ok? What is up with you today?" Fred asked down the phone.
Wesley thought quickly. He didn't like lying, especially not to Fred.
"I... I'm coming down with a cold Fred, and my headache is getting unbearable."
"Headache? You didn't mention a headache, and if you do have one, is banging your head on the table the best way to get rid of it?" Fred asked.
"Probably not, well anyway. I'll try and pop back later. Don't worry yourselves! A few hours in bed will do me the world of good," Wesley said hurriedly and uttered a hasty goodbye before hanging up.
His stomach growled. He had already eaten a huge breakfast. But it wasn't really *him* who was hungry was it? This feeling was so strange, at the back of his mind; Wesley could hear a voice speaking to him. At first Wesley thought he was going crazy, he had read about people who were driven to suicide by these "voices" and then he had realized it was the soul snatcher within. Of course that was no better.
Wesley swallowed and tried to forget about the constant ache in his stomach and concentrated on his path home. He didn't want another event like last time.
*
"Hi everybody!" Cordelia called, stepping into the Hyperion, slashing Angel a sultry smile. He grinned goofily back at her.
"There you are Cordelia!" Fred greeted her. "Where have you been? You're late!"
"What is this? The Spanish inquisition?" Cordelia asked in alarm. "I was stuck in traffic ok? Jeez, get of my case already!" She said. Yes, she was doing a good job of covering up. It was a well-known fact that Cordelia Chase was a great actress.
"Sorry.. I was just a little worried," Fred muttered. She was rather hurt. Cordelia was prepared to admit that she might have gone a little over the top and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry Fred, I just didn't get much sleep last night." She said truthfully, hiding a smirk and blushing a little. Angel laughed and tried to disguise it as a cough feebly. Gunn looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm beginning to think Fred and me are the only sane people in this joint," He said with narrowed eyes. "If I didn't know any better I'd say that you two were-"
"Vision!" Cordelia yelled loudly, rising of the ground a little.
Some one up there really liked them.
*
Later that night, Cordelia stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had spent almost three hours getting ready. It wasn't often Angel got to see her looking her best. Her hair hung loosely down her back and her make up was fairly natural and her outfit.well guaranteed to blow Angel away.
"Ok Dennis, I suggest you go and hide somewhere tonight." Cordelia warned her ghost as she applied a coat of lip-gloss.
The apartment was lit up by candles and was very romantic. Cordelia wanted tonight to be perfect. No way was Dennis going to ruin this. Not that he usually did.. but he was like an overprotective big brother.
When the knock at the door came Cordelia smiled happily and bounded over to the door, arranging herself in a sexy, alluring position. Nothing was going to spoil this night.
*
Wesley sat staring at the TV screen. He had no idea what was going on in this show. He was looking at the blurry shapes and he could vaguely hear the words spoken, but he wasn't taking it in. Most of him was fixated with the pain in his stomach and whispering going on in his head.
~Feed me~ the soul snatcher hissed. It had been whispering these words to him all day and the temptation was beginning to get the better of him.
"I will not." Wesley answered feebly.
~Feed me and I will go away~ Wesley doubted this.
"I cannot feed you," Wesley snarled, catching sight of himself in the mirror, how silly he looked, talking to himself. "I can't over power a demon. And I know of none who have a soul." Wesley lied.
~Ah, you lie. You know of one who trusts you with its life~
"I will not kill Angel for you.. I'd rather die myself." Wesley said gruffly and banged his fist on the chair. The temptation was rising, he could see himself sucking the soul of out Angel.. and he could almost feel the relief washing over him, but the gnaw in his stomach brought him back to earth with a crash.
~There is another. The girl. She is powerful, and such a soul! You give me her and I will never need another. She is much more than a mere demon~
Wesley swallowed. He looked at the door. He could easily reach Cordelia in ten minutes. Immediately he discarded the idea. Cordelia was his friend! And the same applied to her as it did to Angel, he'd rather die than kill her.
*
Cordelia slowly opened the door with that seductive look upon her face.
"Hey gorgeous," She purred.
"Cordelia?" Wesley spluttered, taking in the sight of the brunette clad in the black negligee. His eyes opened in surprise and his jaw dropped open. "Were you expecting someone?" He asked in amazement.
At that moment, Angel appeared behind Wesley. He didn't know what to think. The sight of Cordelia made his heart race, well it would have done. But the sight of Wesley, eyeing up Cordy. Well.
"Angel? What the hell is going on?" Wesley demanded, his eyes flickering between the two of them. Cordelia and Angel exchanged glances. Cordelia took a deep breath.
"Wesley, I knew you'd come over tonight, I just wanted to give you a surprise, are you coming in?" She asked and lightly ran her fingers up his arm.
"What? But Angel-"
"Just came to give Cordy her, um.purse. Which I left in the car, but I can see you two are busy..you can just get it tomorrow," Angel rambled on, and quickly turned on his heel and ran of down the corridor. Trust Wesley to miraculously recover from his cold and go gallivanting of to Cordy's apartment.
Wesley watched him bound away and blinked a few times and then turned back to Cordelia. A bright smile plastered on her face.
"So Wes, ready to have fun?" She asked suggestively. Inside she was cringing. Damn you Wesley, damn you to hell, she screamed inwardly and her face twitched.
"Cordelia." Wesley said seriously. "I think we should have a serious talk."
Her smile faltered but she opened the door wide and let him step past her. She was sure there was a baseball bat in one of her closets. If she hit him hard he might drop unconscious and forget all about this.
[b] Hmmm. The more I write, the less I like this story. I liked the first chapter, but now it's getting kinda crap. Well review, tell me what you think! [/b]