Title: Untitled
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R-NC-17...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: ..might keep all your favorite characters of the living!
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Author's Notes: This is SOOO needing a name.please make suggestions when you leave feedback!!
Author's Notes 2: So they're not as far apart as I anticipated. What can I say, my muse was quite active today!
Part 11 Returning to Sunnydale
"This is a nightmare. Tell me this is a nightmare. Someone please pinch me and wake me up. OW!" Cordelia rubbed her wounded arm as she put the last article of clothing in her bag. "That was rhetorical Charles Gunn!"
Gunn grinned and picked up her numerous bags. "Aren't we going on business? I don't think you need your entire wardrobe to fight evil."
"I'm going back to Sunnydale. I need everything I've got.and then some."
"I don't see why you are so freaked about going to Sunnydale. I'd think you'd be glad to see your friends again."
"Friend is such a relative term." She dropped a pair of shoes on top of her pile of belongings in Gunn's arms. "I was hoping I'd never have to go back to Sunnyhell."
"It's alright Barbie. We won't stay for long, I hope. Not a small town guy myself."
They walked downstairs and Angel felt a twinge of jealousy seeing the two of them together. He forced a slight smile and helped Gunn with the bags. "Ready to go?"
"Just dying to get back," Cordy muttered. "'Course I was dying to get out too.and almost died there. Are we all finding a theme here? Sunnydale equals death. I don't understand why Buffy can't do this without us. She's a big girl now, and if Willow is still all Wicca-Chick.am I the only one who-"
"Cordelia, Buffy needs our help. We can't just tell her we won't come because we don't want to."
"Well why not?" Cordy's eyes met Angel's and she rolled hers. "Fine. Hi Ho, Off to Sunnydale we go."
Cordy plastered on her biggest smile and walked through the door of Buffy's house. "Oh look, the Scooby Gang's all here.along with tons of teenage girls?" She turned and looked at Wesley. "I know you said that her sister was some sort of mystical thing, but.is this an epidemic?"
"I believe these are the potential slayers," Wesley whispered.
"Ahh.poor girls. A lifetime of loser-hood ahead of them."
"I thought you said she'd grown," Buffy said, glancing at Angel. He looked at Cordelia with a warning glare and she put up her hands.
"What? Just living up to the expectations they all have for me."
"Maybe you should have your igirlfriend/i go to the mall or something. Wouldn't want to cramp her style," Buffy spoke sarcastically and motioned to Giles.
"If I stay, Cordy stays. She's part of the team Buffy."
"Fine. Whatever."
Giles filled the members of Angel Investigations in on the First Evil and introduced each of the potential slayers. In turn, Angel introduced his friends to the Sunnydale gang. When he got to Connor, he paused slightly. "This is Connor.my.son." Everyone in the room gasped.
"I didn't think that was possible," Kennedy whispered to Willow who just shrugged.
"You have a son?" Buffy asked with hurt in her voice.
"Buffy, don't you have a big bad that you need our help with?" Cordelia asked, trying to cut the tension. She only added to it.
"Why don't you get the hell out of my house. You have no place here, and you have no place at Angel's side," the blonde spat.
"Oh, now I remember the main reason I didn't want to come back here.you." Cordelia turned on her heels and stormed out of the house.
"Cordy!" Angel called after her, but she was long gone.
She had never felt like a part of the group. Why did she think this time would be any different? "Oh, that's right. I didn't. I tried to tell Angel, but did he listen? No. He let Little Miss Sunnydale kick me out and insult me."
"Hello Princess," a voice spoke from behind her.
She turned to see a very familiar Irishman. "Doyle?" she gasped. "Oh wait, First Evil, dead people. Leave me alone you big.evil you."
"But Princess, I hate seein' him treat ya like that. I mean, how could he let that puny thing talk to ya that way? It's just not right."
"Umm, hello, no news to me. If you're trying to rattle me, it's not gonna work. Doyle's dead."
"Fine. Die with the rest of them!" the First hissed and disappeared into the night.
"All flash and no substance." She marched back into the Summers' home and ignored the icy stare from Buffy. "So what's the plan Giles? You're baddie just really pissed me off. No one messes with me or my friends.not even the dead ones."
"What did you see Cordelia?" Giles asked as he cleaned his glasses.
"It was.Doyle," she answered and looked at Angel. He alone could see the pain and torment caused by the sight of the first using Doyle's image.
"Who's Doyle?" Xander asked with a hand raised.
"I'd say no one now if the First appeared as him," Anya answered simply and Cordelia glared at her.
"Don't you ever say something like that again! Doyle was a good man, and he was a hero!" she yelled at Anya. Angel took his seer into his arms and held her shaking body.
"Shhh.it's okay Cor."
Xander looked at the body language between the two and stood up. "Wait a minute.are those two together?"
"Now, what exactly is this spell suppose to do again?" Gunn asked uneasily.
"It's suppose to summon the power of the First so we can contain it and destroy it," Willow answered from inside the circle.
"Now everyone remember, this is going to be very perilous. The First is going to make it's greatest attempts to control us. Keep your guard up." Giles handed the ingredients to Willow one at a time and she began the spell.
Cordelia didn't understand anything Willow said, but she felt the power in the room. In seconds, she saw the witch's eyes turn to a coal black and heard a very un-natural voice coming from her. "You don't know what you're dealing with."
"My first guess would be something evil?" Cordelia asked, trying to be as snarky as possible.
"Cor."
"What? Like we all don't know."
They all watched as the First threw Willow from the circle. Cordelia looked at the center of the circle and saw Doyle. She fought the pull, knowing it was just a trick of the First's, but he looked so real.
"Come on Princess. Ya made me wait so long before ya'd give me a chance. Don't make me wait any longer."
"Doyle," she whispered sadly and bit her lip.
"No Cordy, that's not Doyle. You know it's not. We saw Doyle die, remember?"
"Yes, remember Cordelia." Cordy closed her eyes involuntarily and opened them to find herself standing face to face with Francis Doyle. She looked at the light hanging from the top of the ship and felt the dread inside of her. She knew what was about to happen.
The others watched as Cordy closed her eyes and began to cry. None of them knew what she was seeing except for Angel. He knew exactly what card the First was playing. "No Cordy! Don't believe it! It's not real!"
Willow struggled to her feet and grabbed the dagger from an awe-struck Xander and hurled it into the circle, directly at the center of the power.
As the room was filled with a rush of power, Cordelia was thrown against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked at Angel. She began sobbing when he picked her up. "Oh Angel, it was terrible. He did it again. He kissed me again and gave me those damn visions," she cried and then began shaking. "Oh god I miss him."
"I know Cordy, I do too."
"How is she?" Buffy asked quietly. She had never seen Cordelia like that before. It made her actually seem human.
"She's been better. That really messed with her," Angel said as he closed the door quietly.
"Were her and Doyle.?"
"Given time, they might have been. He really liked her. He was in love with her, and I think she was falling for him, but he had to go and be a hero before they could even go out on a date."
"Oh." Buffy didn't know what else to say so she went back downstairs. "What do we do now Willow? I mean, did that kill the First?"
"I'd say no. It was too easy."
"But the loud noise and swirly wind?"
"I don't know Buffy. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Cordelia opened the door and walked down the hallway. "Hey Cordy. You sure you're up to being up?" Xander asked from the staircase.
"I'm sure. But I think you need to be down," she snarled and pointed her outstretched arm in his direction, throwing him down the stairs with an invisible force from the palm of her hand. "Thanks Doyle. You just have a knack for giving me power, don't you?"
"Are you sure it was Cordelia?" Wesley asked worriedly.
"Let's see, about yay tall, brown hair, beautiful. Yeah, that sounds like Cordelia to me. But there was definitely something different.like oh say, the throwing me down the stairs without even touching me!"
"Dammit! She said she didn't want to come here. Why did I insist?"
"Because you thought her power would be of some help Angel. It's not your fault this happened to her. It could have been any of us. The First is cunning and powerful and-"
"Okay Wes, I get it. We just have to find Cordelia and-"
"Kill her?" Anya asked.
"No! Don't hurt her."
"Angel, you have to accept the possibility that we may have to-"
"Look Buffy, I don't expect you to understand, but I do expect you to help. This is your town, but she's my seer. I need her. We all need her."
"Bloody hell man. You keep getting her into jams like this, she ain't gonna wanna come back to work for you," Spike pointed out.
"Let's find her," Angel sighed impatiently.
"I swear, this place is the Mecca of all evildom," Xander muttered as they approached the old mansion. "For once I'd like to come here and not fight for my life."
"Hopefully we won't have to fight Xander," Giles reminded the young man somberly.
"Yes, hopefully this spell will do the trick and bring back Cordelia." Wesley calculated the precise positioning of each of them during the spell. Everything had to be perfect or it wouldn't work.
"Cordelia?" Angel called, sensing her presence within. "Cordy, we're here to help."
"Help? You can't help her now," the First grinned, wearing Cordelia's face.
"Let her go."
"Or you'll do what? Kill me? Could you actually kill your beloved Cordelia?" She walked up to Angel, inviting him to attack her, which he did not. "I didn't think so." She backhanded him, sending him flying up against the marble fireplace. He fell to the ground, unconscious. "Some Champion. Down for the count already."
"I didn't think the First could touch things," one of the potentials asked another quietly.
"Look at all the little girls. That's all you are, you know. Little girls. You're nothing special. The only way you will be is if another one of you dies. Hmm.what a lovely concept. How about I just kill you all. And as far as me not being tangible, well let's just say, this isn't the first time I've inhabited this body."
Gunn took a step forward. "What the hell are you talking about? What have you done to Cordelia?"
"Done to her? Nothing. I couldn't have done anything without her. Of course, things were so easy when the PTB called her to be a Higher Being. A beautiful, vacant body that I could do all kinds of damage with." She reached out her hand and pulled a stunned Connor to her as Angel regained consciousness. "I still can't believe how easily you all believed that Cordelia would sleep with little Connor here. You were all so easy!"
Angel thought back to the things he had said to Connor as Angelus. 'Do you really think she loved you Little Boy?' 'You were nothing to her.' None of that had been her and they had all fallen for it. All of them but Angelus.
"How can this be possible Giles? How can the First change the rules in the middle of the game?" Buffy asked.
"I'm not entirely certain Buffy. We don't know everything about the First, so there may be other aspects that we aren't aware of."
"That's comforting."
"Why Cordelia?" Angel asked as he struggled to his feet.
"Because she was there. Oh and because she's so powerful. But mostly, because she was the closest link to Angelus."
Angel nodded. He had known the answer before he had even asked the question. It was never about Cordelia solely. The First was going for Angelus. "If it's Angelus you want, then you have to make a deal with me."
"Angel! Are you crazy?" Buffy yelled out.
"Shut up and stay out of this Buffy." Angel turned back to the First with a questioning look.
"A deal? What kind of deal? I let your friends live and you'll give me Angelus?"
"No, you let me lose my soul the way that I've wanted to for a very long time. You let me have Cordelia back for that long."
Buffy's jaw tightened and the tears filled her eyes. Spike put his arm around her and squeezed her gently. "It's okay Love. We'll fix everything."
The First smiled at Angel and shoved Connor away from her. "Done."
Gunn took a step forward as Angel turned to him. "Angel, you can't do this. Cordy will kill you.literally."
"The First will kill everyone if I don't. Angelus is the only one that can see through the disguises. You need Angelus as much as the First does." He turned his back to his friends and picked up Cordelia's sleeping form. He carried her up the stairs and into the seclusion of the mansion's bedroom.
He touched her face gently and silently apologized to her. He kissed her lips tenderly until he felt her return the kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled. He smiled back and began to kiss his way down her neck, pausing at the crook in her neck, feeling her pulse against his lips before carefully unbuttoning her shirt. He thought he heard her feeble attempt at a protest, but she was too far in the moment to care much about the consequences. He unhooked her bra and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his teeth until it hardened with arousal. He heard her moan in pleasure and he felt his worries and pain start to slip away. He tugged on her pants and panties until the items became a forgot heap on the floor. He pulled off his own clothes and pressed his body against hers, feeling her heat. She spread her legs, inviting him in, an invitation he was not about to refuse. He guided himself inside of her and gasped at the burning heat of her body against his coldness. He felt her fingernails rake down his back as he thrust into her, leaving angry red welts on the black tattoo. He took her mouth in his and their tongues danced in a graceful ballet. He felt the muscles inside of her begin to tighten and smiled as she screamed in satisfaction. He continued to move inside of her until he felt his own climax. He tightened his fingers around her shoulders and the second he felt the soul slip from his body, he sunk his teeth into her soft flesh.
She suddenly threw him off of her with a force he had never felt before. "I don't think that was part of the deal. The feeding off me I mean."
"Don't worry, the First will take over again shortly," Angelus smirked, licking her blood from his lips. "Tasty. Like apples and cinnamon."
"Yeah, well savor it because it's the last thing you're ever going to taste," she threatened and lunged at him with a jagged piece of wood. She pinned him against the wall and pressed the stake against his heart. "Unless you do as I say."
Angelus laughed. "Give the girl a little power and she'll take a mile."
"I will dust you, you sick bastard."
"Like you did last time?"
"Hello? Dead? Ghost? Does any of this ring a bell?" She tightened her grip on the stake. "I did manage to drive you crazy.er. So, are you going to play by my rules or am I going to kill you?"
"I'm listening."
Cordelia pushed a chained Angelus down the stairs in front of her. She looked up at the others and smoothed her hair. "Next time I say I don't want to come back to Sunnydale, will someone please listen to me?"
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: R-NC-17...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: ..might keep all your favorite characters of the living!
Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought
about...but not without some complications.
Author's Notes: This is SOOO needing a name.please make suggestions when you leave feedback!!
Author's Notes 2: So they're not as far apart as I anticipated. What can I say, my muse was quite active today!
Part 11 Returning to Sunnydale
"This is a nightmare. Tell me this is a nightmare. Someone please pinch me and wake me up. OW!" Cordelia rubbed her wounded arm as she put the last article of clothing in her bag. "That was rhetorical Charles Gunn!"
Gunn grinned and picked up her numerous bags. "Aren't we going on business? I don't think you need your entire wardrobe to fight evil."
"I'm going back to Sunnydale. I need everything I've got.and then some."
"I don't see why you are so freaked about going to Sunnydale. I'd think you'd be glad to see your friends again."
"Friend is such a relative term." She dropped a pair of shoes on top of her pile of belongings in Gunn's arms. "I was hoping I'd never have to go back to Sunnyhell."
"It's alright Barbie. We won't stay for long, I hope. Not a small town guy myself."
They walked downstairs and Angel felt a twinge of jealousy seeing the two of them together. He forced a slight smile and helped Gunn with the bags. "Ready to go?"
"Just dying to get back," Cordy muttered. "'Course I was dying to get out too.and almost died there. Are we all finding a theme here? Sunnydale equals death. I don't understand why Buffy can't do this without us. She's a big girl now, and if Willow is still all Wicca-Chick.am I the only one who-"
"Cordelia, Buffy needs our help. We can't just tell her we won't come because we don't want to."
"Well why not?" Cordy's eyes met Angel's and she rolled hers. "Fine. Hi Ho, Off to Sunnydale we go."
Cordy plastered on her biggest smile and walked through the door of Buffy's house. "Oh look, the Scooby Gang's all here.along with tons of teenage girls?" She turned and looked at Wesley. "I know you said that her sister was some sort of mystical thing, but.is this an epidemic?"
"I believe these are the potential slayers," Wesley whispered.
"Ahh.poor girls. A lifetime of loser-hood ahead of them."
"I thought you said she'd grown," Buffy said, glancing at Angel. He looked at Cordelia with a warning glare and she put up her hands.
"What? Just living up to the expectations they all have for me."
"Maybe you should have your igirlfriend/i go to the mall or something. Wouldn't want to cramp her style," Buffy spoke sarcastically and motioned to Giles.
"If I stay, Cordy stays. She's part of the team Buffy."
"Fine. Whatever."
Giles filled the members of Angel Investigations in on the First Evil and introduced each of the potential slayers. In turn, Angel introduced his friends to the Sunnydale gang. When he got to Connor, he paused slightly. "This is Connor.my.son." Everyone in the room gasped.
"I didn't think that was possible," Kennedy whispered to Willow who just shrugged.
"You have a son?" Buffy asked with hurt in her voice.
"Buffy, don't you have a big bad that you need our help with?" Cordelia asked, trying to cut the tension. She only added to it.
"Why don't you get the hell out of my house. You have no place here, and you have no place at Angel's side," the blonde spat.
"Oh, now I remember the main reason I didn't want to come back here.you." Cordelia turned on her heels and stormed out of the house.
"Cordy!" Angel called after her, but she was long gone.
She had never felt like a part of the group. Why did she think this time would be any different? "Oh, that's right. I didn't. I tried to tell Angel, but did he listen? No. He let Little Miss Sunnydale kick me out and insult me."
"Hello Princess," a voice spoke from behind her.
She turned to see a very familiar Irishman. "Doyle?" she gasped. "Oh wait, First Evil, dead people. Leave me alone you big.evil you."
"But Princess, I hate seein' him treat ya like that. I mean, how could he let that puny thing talk to ya that way? It's just not right."
"Umm, hello, no news to me. If you're trying to rattle me, it's not gonna work. Doyle's dead."
"Fine. Die with the rest of them!" the First hissed and disappeared into the night.
"All flash and no substance." She marched back into the Summers' home and ignored the icy stare from Buffy. "So what's the plan Giles? You're baddie just really pissed me off. No one messes with me or my friends.not even the dead ones."
"What did you see Cordelia?" Giles asked as he cleaned his glasses.
"It was.Doyle," she answered and looked at Angel. He alone could see the pain and torment caused by the sight of the first using Doyle's image.
"Who's Doyle?" Xander asked with a hand raised.
"I'd say no one now if the First appeared as him," Anya answered simply and Cordelia glared at her.
"Don't you ever say something like that again! Doyle was a good man, and he was a hero!" she yelled at Anya. Angel took his seer into his arms and held her shaking body.
"Shhh.it's okay Cor."
Xander looked at the body language between the two and stood up. "Wait a minute.are those two together?"
"Now, what exactly is this spell suppose to do again?" Gunn asked uneasily.
"It's suppose to summon the power of the First so we can contain it and destroy it," Willow answered from inside the circle.
"Now everyone remember, this is going to be very perilous. The First is going to make it's greatest attempts to control us. Keep your guard up." Giles handed the ingredients to Willow one at a time and she began the spell.
Cordelia didn't understand anything Willow said, but she felt the power in the room. In seconds, she saw the witch's eyes turn to a coal black and heard a very un-natural voice coming from her. "You don't know what you're dealing with."
"My first guess would be something evil?" Cordelia asked, trying to be as snarky as possible.
"Cor."
"What? Like we all don't know."
They all watched as the First threw Willow from the circle. Cordelia looked at the center of the circle and saw Doyle. She fought the pull, knowing it was just a trick of the First's, but he looked so real.
"Come on Princess. Ya made me wait so long before ya'd give me a chance. Don't make me wait any longer."
"Doyle," she whispered sadly and bit her lip.
"No Cordy, that's not Doyle. You know it's not. We saw Doyle die, remember?"
"Yes, remember Cordelia." Cordy closed her eyes involuntarily and opened them to find herself standing face to face with Francis Doyle. She looked at the light hanging from the top of the ship and felt the dread inside of her. She knew what was about to happen.
The others watched as Cordy closed her eyes and began to cry. None of them knew what she was seeing except for Angel. He knew exactly what card the First was playing. "No Cordy! Don't believe it! It's not real!"
Willow struggled to her feet and grabbed the dagger from an awe-struck Xander and hurled it into the circle, directly at the center of the power.
As the room was filled with a rush of power, Cordelia was thrown against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked at Angel. She began sobbing when he picked her up. "Oh Angel, it was terrible. He did it again. He kissed me again and gave me those damn visions," she cried and then began shaking. "Oh god I miss him."
"I know Cordy, I do too."
"How is she?" Buffy asked quietly. She had never seen Cordelia like that before. It made her actually seem human.
"She's been better. That really messed with her," Angel said as he closed the door quietly.
"Were her and Doyle.?"
"Given time, they might have been. He really liked her. He was in love with her, and I think she was falling for him, but he had to go and be a hero before they could even go out on a date."
"Oh." Buffy didn't know what else to say so she went back downstairs. "What do we do now Willow? I mean, did that kill the First?"
"I'd say no. It was too easy."
"But the loud noise and swirly wind?"
"I don't know Buffy. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Cordelia opened the door and walked down the hallway. "Hey Cordy. You sure you're up to being up?" Xander asked from the staircase.
"I'm sure. But I think you need to be down," she snarled and pointed her outstretched arm in his direction, throwing him down the stairs with an invisible force from the palm of her hand. "Thanks Doyle. You just have a knack for giving me power, don't you?"
"Are you sure it was Cordelia?" Wesley asked worriedly.
"Let's see, about yay tall, brown hair, beautiful. Yeah, that sounds like Cordelia to me. But there was definitely something different.like oh say, the throwing me down the stairs without even touching me!"
"Dammit! She said she didn't want to come here. Why did I insist?"
"Because you thought her power would be of some help Angel. It's not your fault this happened to her. It could have been any of us. The First is cunning and powerful and-"
"Okay Wes, I get it. We just have to find Cordelia and-"
"Kill her?" Anya asked.
"No! Don't hurt her."
"Angel, you have to accept the possibility that we may have to-"
"Look Buffy, I don't expect you to understand, but I do expect you to help. This is your town, but she's my seer. I need her. We all need her."
"Bloody hell man. You keep getting her into jams like this, she ain't gonna wanna come back to work for you," Spike pointed out.
"Let's find her," Angel sighed impatiently.
"I swear, this place is the Mecca of all evildom," Xander muttered as they approached the old mansion. "For once I'd like to come here and not fight for my life."
"Hopefully we won't have to fight Xander," Giles reminded the young man somberly.
"Yes, hopefully this spell will do the trick and bring back Cordelia." Wesley calculated the precise positioning of each of them during the spell. Everything had to be perfect or it wouldn't work.
"Cordelia?" Angel called, sensing her presence within. "Cordy, we're here to help."
"Help? You can't help her now," the First grinned, wearing Cordelia's face.
"Let her go."
"Or you'll do what? Kill me? Could you actually kill your beloved Cordelia?" She walked up to Angel, inviting him to attack her, which he did not. "I didn't think so." She backhanded him, sending him flying up against the marble fireplace. He fell to the ground, unconscious. "Some Champion. Down for the count already."
"I didn't think the First could touch things," one of the potentials asked another quietly.
"Look at all the little girls. That's all you are, you know. Little girls. You're nothing special. The only way you will be is if another one of you dies. Hmm.what a lovely concept. How about I just kill you all. And as far as me not being tangible, well let's just say, this isn't the first time I've inhabited this body."
Gunn took a step forward. "What the hell are you talking about? What have you done to Cordelia?"
"Done to her? Nothing. I couldn't have done anything without her. Of course, things were so easy when the PTB called her to be a Higher Being. A beautiful, vacant body that I could do all kinds of damage with." She reached out her hand and pulled a stunned Connor to her as Angel regained consciousness. "I still can't believe how easily you all believed that Cordelia would sleep with little Connor here. You were all so easy!"
Angel thought back to the things he had said to Connor as Angelus. 'Do you really think she loved you Little Boy?' 'You were nothing to her.' None of that had been her and they had all fallen for it. All of them but Angelus.
"How can this be possible Giles? How can the First change the rules in the middle of the game?" Buffy asked.
"I'm not entirely certain Buffy. We don't know everything about the First, so there may be other aspects that we aren't aware of."
"That's comforting."
"Why Cordelia?" Angel asked as he struggled to his feet.
"Because she was there. Oh and because she's so powerful. But mostly, because she was the closest link to Angelus."
Angel nodded. He had known the answer before he had even asked the question. It was never about Cordelia solely. The First was going for Angelus. "If it's Angelus you want, then you have to make a deal with me."
"Angel! Are you crazy?" Buffy yelled out.
"Shut up and stay out of this Buffy." Angel turned back to the First with a questioning look.
"A deal? What kind of deal? I let your friends live and you'll give me Angelus?"
"No, you let me lose my soul the way that I've wanted to for a very long time. You let me have Cordelia back for that long."
Buffy's jaw tightened and the tears filled her eyes. Spike put his arm around her and squeezed her gently. "It's okay Love. We'll fix everything."
The First smiled at Angel and shoved Connor away from her. "Done."
Gunn took a step forward as Angel turned to him. "Angel, you can't do this. Cordy will kill you.literally."
"The First will kill everyone if I don't. Angelus is the only one that can see through the disguises. You need Angelus as much as the First does." He turned his back to his friends and picked up Cordelia's sleeping form. He carried her up the stairs and into the seclusion of the mansion's bedroom.
He touched her face gently and silently apologized to her. He kissed her lips tenderly until he felt her return the kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled. He smiled back and began to kiss his way down her neck, pausing at the crook in her neck, feeling her pulse against his lips before carefully unbuttoning her shirt. He thought he heard her feeble attempt at a protest, but she was too far in the moment to care much about the consequences. He unhooked her bra and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his teeth until it hardened with arousal. He heard her moan in pleasure and he felt his worries and pain start to slip away. He tugged on her pants and panties until the items became a forgot heap on the floor. He pulled off his own clothes and pressed his body against hers, feeling her heat. She spread her legs, inviting him in, an invitation he was not about to refuse. He guided himself inside of her and gasped at the burning heat of her body against his coldness. He felt her fingernails rake down his back as he thrust into her, leaving angry red welts on the black tattoo. He took her mouth in his and their tongues danced in a graceful ballet. He felt the muscles inside of her begin to tighten and smiled as she screamed in satisfaction. He continued to move inside of her until he felt his own climax. He tightened his fingers around her shoulders and the second he felt the soul slip from his body, he sunk his teeth into her soft flesh.
She suddenly threw him off of her with a force he had never felt before. "I don't think that was part of the deal. The feeding off me I mean."
"Don't worry, the First will take over again shortly," Angelus smirked, licking her blood from his lips. "Tasty. Like apples and cinnamon."
"Yeah, well savor it because it's the last thing you're ever going to taste," she threatened and lunged at him with a jagged piece of wood. She pinned him against the wall and pressed the stake against his heart. "Unless you do as I say."
Angelus laughed. "Give the girl a little power and she'll take a mile."
"I will dust you, you sick bastard."
"Like you did last time?"
"Hello? Dead? Ghost? Does any of this ring a bell?" She tightened her grip on the stake. "I did manage to drive you crazy.er. So, are you going to play by my rules or am I going to kill you?"
"I'm listening."
Cordelia pushed a chained Angelus down the stairs in front of her. She looked up at the others and smoothed her hair. "Next time I say I don't want to come back to Sunnydale, will someone please listen to me?"
