PART 3
After class, Cordelia consulted her timetable and realised that she hadn't anymore lectures for the rest of the day.
"Mandy, you coming back to our dorm?" she asked.
"Dorm? You're priceless, Cordelia!" Mandy giggled. "As if I would ever live in a dorm! You either - nothing but the best for daddy's little girl." She winked.
Intrigued, Cordelia followed Mandy towards the parking lot, where Mandy's car (a black Mercedes) was waiting. She hopped into the passenger seat and Mandy raced out of the campus and headed onto the main road.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at Cordelia and Mandy's 'dorm'. The building they came to stop in front of was only four stories high, but it was extremely wide. It was white and there were numerous balconies on each floor. A large lawn with a pale stone patio and a large pool stretched out behind it. The sun glistened on the water as the girls walked towards the lobby of the building. Inside the air conditioning cooled the modern and simplistic room from the heat wave that was currently enveloping Sunnydale. Cordelia marvelled at her surroundings as she followed Mandy to the elevator and up to their apartment. Entering the flat, she looked around her 'new' home and gasped - it was beautiful. The furniture was top range and looked fantastic, perfectly co-ordinated. The blues and purples contrasted against the white walls. Cordelia approved. The far wall was all glass and led out onto a private balcony overlooking the pool and garden. Opening the French doors, she stepped out and surveyed the view - it was breathtaking, the sunlight landing on her tan skin giving her a comfortable warm feeling. Walking back inside she peered into a room off to the right and immediately knew form the subtle décor that it was hers, perfectly toned colours creating a calm serene space that was immediately inviting. She did a running jump onto the bed, grinning from ear to ear. As she bounced onto the mattress she let out a laugh of happiness as she rolled over and stopped to catch her breath for a moment. She felt her eyelids droop.
"Reality jumping is tiring" She thought as she stretched out on the king- size and yawned. Curling up she let her eyes close feeling the days tension wash out of her aching muscles as she relaxed and began to fall asleep. How different this was from her life in LA.
Cordelia opened her eyelids, now refreshed. Periodically she wondered where she was, but she quickly remembered and slid into a sitting position on the pure cotton sheets. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that in was now 9pm.
"I really must've been tired, six hours asleep." She thought.
Wiping her eyes as she got up, Cordelia wandered into the kitchen and saw a note from Mandy on the fridge; "Didn't want to wake you - have gone to the Bronze. Join me when you get up!"
She sat up and walked over to her cupboard. Opening it up she cast an eye over her wardrobe. Glad that her fashion sense didn't vary from one world to another, she selected a shoestring-strap black dress (flatteringly short she thought) and high heeled shoes to go with it she got change ready to go to The Bronze for what at least felt like ages. After carefully putting on her make up, she took the lift down and, knowing that it was only a few blocks from here to the club, started to walk towards The Bronze. Walking along the pavement happily thought about how different things were here than from LA. For one, she had money and a kick ass apartment. And she was free to go out and find herself some tall athletic type. She grinned at the thought. After a couple of minute she was sure that someone was walking behind her. Turning round, there didn't seem to be anyone so she carried on walking. But, the feeling didn't leave her and this time she didn't stop before turning but spun on her heels, only to be confronted with the frame of a tall and quite broad man standing not 20 feet away from her. She jumped. Frozen to the spot she stood completely still, staring at the figure. After a few seconds however the man moved forward into the street light and Cordelia could immediately recognise him.
"Angel? Thank God it's only you.I thought you were some big old demon or something" She laughed. But Angel didn't reply or even move.
"Angel?" Cordelia asked.
"You know, I'm getting really bored of people calling me that. My names isn't 'Angel'" He spat, a look of total disgust on his face. "It's Angelus"
With that, he vamped out.
Cordelia ran as fast as she could, but with the stilettos heels she was wearing it was difficult, every fluctuation in the uneven pavement upset her balance as she ran. She kept telling herself not to turn round, that she could be quicker if she didn't, but the thought of not knowing exactly where Angelus was overpowered that thought and she repeatedly checked where he was. Every time she glanced behind her she could see he was laughing - he wasn't trying too hard to catch her. Probably because she knew Angelus enough that it would be 'too easy' if he gave full chase. She thanked the lord for the vampire's ego as she raced towards The Bronze. Soon, the club was in sight and she used the last bit of energy she had left to spurt herself on but as she came within 200 yards of the place, her heel caught in the cracks between the pavement slabs and she went flying forward onto the concrete. She struggled to pull herself up but she was too late - this was just the moment Angel had been waiting for to pounce. Before she had a chance to push herself upright with her arms, he was upon her, his fangs poised above her neck. Cordelia screwed her eyes shut, shaking uncontrollably with fear. She felt the pressure against her neck and the skin break as Angelus sank his fangs into her vein. Gasping in pain she felt immobilised as the vampire fed on her. She felt consciousness start to slip away from her as the pain got more hazy. Her vision and hearing became dark and fuzzy as the life was slowly sucked out of her. In the distance she heard a voice.
"Get away from her."
But Cordelia drifted further and further away from the voices she could hear until she was immersed in darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED.
After class, Cordelia consulted her timetable and realised that she hadn't anymore lectures for the rest of the day.
"Mandy, you coming back to our dorm?" she asked.
"Dorm? You're priceless, Cordelia!" Mandy giggled. "As if I would ever live in a dorm! You either - nothing but the best for daddy's little girl." She winked.
Intrigued, Cordelia followed Mandy towards the parking lot, where Mandy's car (a black Mercedes) was waiting. She hopped into the passenger seat and Mandy raced out of the campus and headed onto the main road.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at Cordelia and Mandy's 'dorm'. The building they came to stop in front of was only four stories high, but it was extremely wide. It was white and there were numerous balconies on each floor. A large lawn with a pale stone patio and a large pool stretched out behind it. The sun glistened on the water as the girls walked towards the lobby of the building. Inside the air conditioning cooled the modern and simplistic room from the heat wave that was currently enveloping Sunnydale. Cordelia marvelled at her surroundings as she followed Mandy to the elevator and up to their apartment. Entering the flat, she looked around her 'new' home and gasped - it was beautiful. The furniture was top range and looked fantastic, perfectly co-ordinated. The blues and purples contrasted against the white walls. Cordelia approved. The far wall was all glass and led out onto a private balcony overlooking the pool and garden. Opening the French doors, she stepped out and surveyed the view - it was breathtaking, the sunlight landing on her tan skin giving her a comfortable warm feeling. Walking back inside she peered into a room off to the right and immediately knew form the subtle décor that it was hers, perfectly toned colours creating a calm serene space that was immediately inviting. She did a running jump onto the bed, grinning from ear to ear. As she bounced onto the mattress she let out a laugh of happiness as she rolled over and stopped to catch her breath for a moment. She felt her eyelids droop.
"Reality jumping is tiring" She thought as she stretched out on the king- size and yawned. Curling up she let her eyes close feeling the days tension wash out of her aching muscles as she relaxed and began to fall asleep. How different this was from her life in LA.
Cordelia opened her eyelids, now refreshed. Periodically she wondered where she was, but she quickly remembered and slid into a sitting position on the pure cotton sheets. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that in was now 9pm.
"I really must've been tired, six hours asleep." She thought.
Wiping her eyes as she got up, Cordelia wandered into the kitchen and saw a note from Mandy on the fridge; "Didn't want to wake you - have gone to the Bronze. Join me when you get up!"
She sat up and walked over to her cupboard. Opening it up she cast an eye over her wardrobe. Glad that her fashion sense didn't vary from one world to another, she selected a shoestring-strap black dress (flatteringly short she thought) and high heeled shoes to go with it she got change ready to go to The Bronze for what at least felt like ages. After carefully putting on her make up, she took the lift down and, knowing that it was only a few blocks from here to the club, started to walk towards The Bronze. Walking along the pavement happily thought about how different things were here than from LA. For one, she had money and a kick ass apartment. And she was free to go out and find herself some tall athletic type. She grinned at the thought. After a couple of minute she was sure that someone was walking behind her. Turning round, there didn't seem to be anyone so she carried on walking. But, the feeling didn't leave her and this time she didn't stop before turning but spun on her heels, only to be confronted with the frame of a tall and quite broad man standing not 20 feet away from her. She jumped. Frozen to the spot she stood completely still, staring at the figure. After a few seconds however the man moved forward into the street light and Cordelia could immediately recognise him.
"Angel? Thank God it's only you.I thought you were some big old demon or something" She laughed. But Angel didn't reply or even move.
"Angel?" Cordelia asked.
"You know, I'm getting really bored of people calling me that. My names isn't 'Angel'" He spat, a look of total disgust on his face. "It's Angelus"
With that, he vamped out.
Cordelia ran as fast as she could, but with the stilettos heels she was wearing it was difficult, every fluctuation in the uneven pavement upset her balance as she ran. She kept telling herself not to turn round, that she could be quicker if she didn't, but the thought of not knowing exactly where Angelus was overpowered that thought and she repeatedly checked where he was. Every time she glanced behind her she could see he was laughing - he wasn't trying too hard to catch her. Probably because she knew Angelus enough that it would be 'too easy' if he gave full chase. She thanked the lord for the vampire's ego as she raced towards The Bronze. Soon, the club was in sight and she used the last bit of energy she had left to spurt herself on but as she came within 200 yards of the place, her heel caught in the cracks between the pavement slabs and she went flying forward onto the concrete. She struggled to pull herself up but she was too late - this was just the moment Angel had been waiting for to pounce. Before she had a chance to push herself upright with her arms, he was upon her, his fangs poised above her neck. Cordelia screwed her eyes shut, shaking uncontrollably with fear. She felt the pressure against her neck and the skin break as Angelus sank his fangs into her vein. Gasping in pain she felt immobilised as the vampire fed on her. She felt consciousness start to slip away from her as the pain got more hazy. Her vision and hearing became dark and fuzzy as the life was slowly sucked out of her. In the distance she heard a voice.
"Get away from her."
But Cordelia drifted further and further away from the voices she could hear until she was immersed in darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED.