Title: Untitled
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R...eventually
Disclaimer: I own no one...to my own sadness.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: ..is like food for my (lack of) soul
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Part Two
Realization
Angelus whirled around. He could have sworn he heard Cordelia's voice. "You fool, the little bitch is dead. She's not talking to anyone anymore." Her death was a bittersweet event; it gave him his opening to take over, but it deprived him of killing her himself. "The joy shoulda been mine."
"Dead?! What do you mean dead?! I don't remember any dying!" Cordy cried. She felt like jumping and screaming but didn't think she really wanted to attract the attention of Angelus.
She backed up out of natural reaction as he walked to the couch and picked up the sweater. "Mmmm...and she smelled so delicious. I bet she was spicy and sweet, like apples and cinnamon."
"She is standing right here, Psycho-Vamp!" Cordy closed her mouth quickly when he seemed to look right at her.
"Cor--"
"What happened? Angel, are you alright?" Fred asked as the remaining members of the Fang Gang returned from the morgue.
"Why hello Fred. Aren't we looking particularly delightful today," Angelus cooed sinisterly.
"Wes! Fred! Gunn! Stay away from him! That's not Angel! It's Angelus!!" Cordy shrieked at her family. When they failed to hear her, she stood on the couch and began jumping up and down. "Why don't you know I'm here?! He's gonna kill you all if you don't listen to me!!"
"What happened?" Wesley repeated, motioning to the broken picture frame at the vampire's feet.
"Freak attack I guess," Angelus shrugged non-chalantly and took one last smell of Cordy's blood on his sweater. "Souls make you do stupid shit."
"Angel, are you okay man? You're acting a little...strange," Gunn asked and sat on the couch.
"He's fucking acting like Angelus!!" Cordy looked down as Gunn sat precisely where she stood, their bodies never making the slightest of contact. "Eww...that's just freaky."
"The police are filing a report on Cordelia's case," Fred spoke quietly. "They won't find anything, but I think we should try and find out who did this ourselves."
"Yes! You're Angel Investigations! Go investigate! Go help the hopeless..namely me! Just get the hell out of here!" She took a step to her left and sat down next to Gunn. "How does Dennis do this?"
"Do what?" Gunn asked Fred.
"What?"
"You said, 'How does Dennis do this?'"
"No I didn't," Fred answered in confusion.
Cordy jumped up with hope. "I did! I said that! Hear me dammit!!"
"What did you hear Charles?"
"I heard someone talking. I thought it was you, but to tell the truth, it sounded like Cordy."
Fred gave Gunn a sympathetic hug, passing it off as his grieving imagination. "So, should we go look for who..."
"I'll go." Angelus walked to the door with determination. "Alone," he added and slammed the door behind him.
"He's in a peculiar state of mind, even with the given circumstances," Wesley commented, staring at the door.
"Open you're eyes!! He's not Angel! He's Angelus!! Argh!!" Cordelia threw her hands up in frustration. "You guys are impossible!" She reached for the doorknob and suddenly found herself in Lilah Morgan's office. "O-- kay...disturbing much? Oh look, it's the uber-bitch."
"You tell me why and I might kill you quick. Fuck around with me and you'll learn what each of your internal organs look like before and after I'm done with you. Then I'll kill you," Angelus threatened.
"Tell you what Angel? I didn't do a thing."
"I find that hard to believe. You and I are more alike than you know Lilah. We both thirst for blood and will do whatever it takes." He circled the lawyer like a shark, speaking low and menacingly. "In fact, the more it takes, the more enjoyable it is, isn't that right?" He gripped her throat roughly. "Who pulled the trigger on that crossbow? Who took all my fun away?"
"I don't know about any crossbow. I didn't try to kill you Angel. I would have succeeded," she croaked as his grip tightened.
"You bore me," Angelus sighed and threw Lilah against the wall. He moved in, more than ready for his first kill in years, when someone interrupted him.
"Miss Morgan? Our contacts just informed us, it seems there is a..." The voice on the speaker seemed to address another before once again relaying the message. "Right...a lost soul in your office."
Angelus sneered at the telephone. "Fucking Soul-Boy. Never give up, do you?"
"Male or female?" Lilah asked, trying to force her voice back to normal.
"Female."
"What kind of game are you playing Lilah?" Angelus growled at her.
"I don't understand Angel."
"It's Angelus! And you know exactly what I'm talking about. Why do you want me to believe her soul is here?"
"Soul? Who's soul?" Lilah asked, shaking slightly.
"Yeah, who's soul? And, heaven help me, if you say Buffy's, I'll kill you myself..somehow!"
"Cordelia's."
"Are you saying Cordelia is..."
"If it's my soul, then I must be..."
"Dead," the two women finished together.
Cordy began shaking violently as it hit her. "Oh God, I'm dead. I'm dead, Angelus is loose, and I can't do a thing about it. He's going to kill everyone I love and I can't even warn them. I'm dead...I'm dead and Angel thought I was in love with Connor...Oh God...he hated me so much for what I did, my death made him happy enough to lose his soul. Well, doesn't that just make a girl all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm so sorry Angel! I never meant to hurt you! I love you!" She walked down the hall, leaving Angelus to do whatever he wanted with the Wicked Bitch of the West.
"Cordelia?" Angelus looked around the room and then turned back as Lilah tried to make her escape. "Nice try Bitch."
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R...eventually
Disclaimer: I own no one...to my own sadness.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: ..is like food for my (lack of) soul
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Part Two
Realization
Angelus whirled around. He could have sworn he heard Cordelia's voice. "You fool, the little bitch is dead. She's not talking to anyone anymore." Her death was a bittersweet event; it gave him his opening to take over, but it deprived him of killing her himself. "The joy shoulda been mine."
"Dead?! What do you mean dead?! I don't remember any dying!" Cordy cried. She felt like jumping and screaming but didn't think she really wanted to attract the attention of Angelus.
She backed up out of natural reaction as he walked to the couch and picked up the sweater. "Mmmm...and she smelled so delicious. I bet she was spicy and sweet, like apples and cinnamon."
"She is standing right here, Psycho-Vamp!" Cordy closed her mouth quickly when he seemed to look right at her.
"Cor--"
"What happened? Angel, are you alright?" Fred asked as the remaining members of the Fang Gang returned from the morgue.
"Why hello Fred. Aren't we looking particularly delightful today," Angelus cooed sinisterly.
"Wes! Fred! Gunn! Stay away from him! That's not Angel! It's Angelus!!" Cordy shrieked at her family. When they failed to hear her, she stood on the couch and began jumping up and down. "Why don't you know I'm here?! He's gonna kill you all if you don't listen to me!!"
"What happened?" Wesley repeated, motioning to the broken picture frame at the vampire's feet.
"Freak attack I guess," Angelus shrugged non-chalantly and took one last smell of Cordy's blood on his sweater. "Souls make you do stupid shit."
"Angel, are you okay man? You're acting a little...strange," Gunn asked and sat on the couch.
"He's fucking acting like Angelus!!" Cordy looked down as Gunn sat precisely where she stood, their bodies never making the slightest of contact. "Eww...that's just freaky."
"The police are filing a report on Cordelia's case," Fred spoke quietly. "They won't find anything, but I think we should try and find out who did this ourselves."
"Yes! You're Angel Investigations! Go investigate! Go help the hopeless..namely me! Just get the hell out of here!" She took a step to her left and sat down next to Gunn. "How does Dennis do this?"
"Do what?" Gunn asked Fred.
"What?"
"You said, 'How does Dennis do this?'"
"No I didn't," Fred answered in confusion.
Cordy jumped up with hope. "I did! I said that! Hear me dammit!!"
"What did you hear Charles?"
"I heard someone talking. I thought it was you, but to tell the truth, it sounded like Cordy."
Fred gave Gunn a sympathetic hug, passing it off as his grieving imagination. "So, should we go look for who..."
"I'll go." Angelus walked to the door with determination. "Alone," he added and slammed the door behind him.
"He's in a peculiar state of mind, even with the given circumstances," Wesley commented, staring at the door.
"Open you're eyes!! He's not Angel! He's Angelus!! Argh!!" Cordelia threw her hands up in frustration. "You guys are impossible!" She reached for the doorknob and suddenly found herself in Lilah Morgan's office. "O-- kay...disturbing much? Oh look, it's the uber-bitch."
"You tell me why and I might kill you quick. Fuck around with me and you'll learn what each of your internal organs look like before and after I'm done with you. Then I'll kill you," Angelus threatened.
"Tell you what Angel? I didn't do a thing."
"I find that hard to believe. You and I are more alike than you know Lilah. We both thirst for blood and will do whatever it takes." He circled the lawyer like a shark, speaking low and menacingly. "In fact, the more it takes, the more enjoyable it is, isn't that right?" He gripped her throat roughly. "Who pulled the trigger on that crossbow? Who took all my fun away?"
"I don't know about any crossbow. I didn't try to kill you Angel. I would have succeeded," she croaked as his grip tightened.
"You bore me," Angelus sighed and threw Lilah against the wall. He moved in, more than ready for his first kill in years, when someone interrupted him.
"Miss Morgan? Our contacts just informed us, it seems there is a..." The voice on the speaker seemed to address another before once again relaying the message. "Right...a lost soul in your office."
Angelus sneered at the telephone. "Fucking Soul-Boy. Never give up, do you?"
"Male or female?" Lilah asked, trying to force her voice back to normal.
"Female."
"What kind of game are you playing Lilah?" Angelus growled at her.
"I don't understand Angel."
"It's Angelus! And you know exactly what I'm talking about. Why do you want me to believe her soul is here?"
"Soul? Who's soul?" Lilah asked, shaking slightly.
"Yeah, who's soul? And, heaven help me, if you say Buffy's, I'll kill you myself..somehow!"
"Cordelia's."
"Are you saying Cordelia is..."
"If it's my soul, then I must be..."
"Dead," the two women finished together.
Cordy began shaking violently as it hit her. "Oh God, I'm dead. I'm dead, Angelus is loose, and I can't do a thing about it. He's going to kill everyone I love and I can't even warn them. I'm dead...I'm dead and Angel thought I was in love with Connor...Oh God...he hated me so much for what I did, my death made him happy enough to lose his soul. Well, doesn't that just make a girl all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm so sorry Angel! I never meant to hurt you! I love you!" She walked down the hall, leaving Angelus to do whatever he wanted with the Wicked Bitch of the West.
"Cordelia?" Angelus looked around the room and then turned back as Lilah tried to make her escape. "Nice try Bitch."
