Title: Nightmare
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: Something bad happens to Cordelia which makes Angel realise how much he loves her (Crossover).
Her head cracked against the brick wall of the building hard. Blood began to seep slowly down her neck. She felt hands clawing at her underwear, forcing it down. She felt something bite her thigh and then hands pushing into her. Her head was shoved back again and she fell into merciful unconsciousness.
She woke with a start on the floor. Her skirt and underwear were next to her head and she was bare from the waist down. She jumped to cover herself but her head complained by pounding roughly. A wave of nausea swept over her and she sank back down to the floor reluctantly. She reached out with her arm and grabbed at the clothes next to her. She dragged them so they covered her. She reached into the pocket and felt for her phone. Damn, she thought, it was bad enough that they rape her but to rob her too? Tears escaped her eyes and ran in lines down her face. Mascara left two streaks of black down her cheeks.
She tried to rise once more, tears of frustration in her eyes as she felt burning pain from her assault. She managed to rise and supported her head with her hands. She felt a matted clump of blood and hair on the back of her head. I'm going to need stitches, she thought. She looked down and saw dried blood on her thighs and around her waist from where her attackers had grabbed her.
She managed to manoeuvre herself so that she could slip her skirt up her legs. She zipped herself into it and winced as she tried to sit up straight. She realised for the first time that her face hurt and she suspected she'd got a broken cheekbone and a black eye. Maybe even a split lip.
She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet. She swayed dangerously from the head injury. She supported herself on a nearby dumpster. She made her way to the end of the alleyway and realised luckily that she was only a couple of blocks from the Hyperion.
She staggered up the path toward the Hyperion doors. She'd fallen a couple of times on the way there but no-one had helped her up. The pain had gotten worse from the attack and her eyesight had become blurred. Tears still coursed angrily down her cheeks and blood was still pouring out of her.
She pulled open the door and surprised herself by how much energy it took. She could see Fred sat on the circular couch in the lobby, a book on her knee, laughing to something. Gunn was sat on the desk in the corner drinking a cup of coffee while Wesley was sat at the desk working on the computer. Angel and Connor were stood sorting out the weapons by the cabinet. A usual night, Cordelia mused, I wish.
"Angel" She called out as she stepped through the door. Her knees finally gave way for good and she fell onto the carpet.
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: Something bad happens to Cordelia which makes Angel realise how much he loves her (Crossover).
Her head cracked against the brick wall of the building hard. Blood began to seep slowly down her neck. She felt hands clawing at her underwear, forcing it down. She felt something bite her thigh and then hands pushing into her. Her head was shoved back again and she fell into merciful unconsciousness.
She woke with a start on the floor. Her skirt and underwear were next to her head and she was bare from the waist down. She jumped to cover herself but her head complained by pounding roughly. A wave of nausea swept over her and she sank back down to the floor reluctantly. She reached out with her arm and grabbed at the clothes next to her. She dragged them so they covered her. She reached into the pocket and felt for her phone. Damn, she thought, it was bad enough that they rape her but to rob her too? Tears escaped her eyes and ran in lines down her face. Mascara left two streaks of black down her cheeks.
She tried to rise once more, tears of frustration in her eyes as she felt burning pain from her assault. She managed to rise and supported her head with her hands. She felt a matted clump of blood and hair on the back of her head. I'm going to need stitches, she thought. She looked down and saw dried blood on her thighs and around her waist from where her attackers had grabbed her.
She managed to manoeuvre herself so that she could slip her skirt up her legs. She zipped herself into it and winced as she tried to sit up straight. She realised for the first time that her face hurt and she suspected she'd got a broken cheekbone and a black eye. Maybe even a split lip.
She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet. She swayed dangerously from the head injury. She supported herself on a nearby dumpster. She made her way to the end of the alleyway and realised luckily that she was only a couple of blocks from the Hyperion.
She staggered up the path toward the Hyperion doors. She'd fallen a couple of times on the way there but no-one had helped her up. The pain had gotten worse from the attack and her eyesight had become blurred. Tears still coursed angrily down her cheeks and blood was still pouring out of her.
She pulled open the door and surprised herself by how much energy it took. She could see Fred sat on the circular couch in the lobby, a book on her knee, laughing to something. Gunn was sat on the desk in the corner drinking a cup of coffee while Wesley was sat at the desk working on the computer. Angel and Connor were stood sorting out the weapons by the cabinet. A usual night, Cordelia mused, I wish.
"Angel" She called out as she stepped through the door. Her knees finally gave way for good and she fell onto the carpet.