Title: The Horror of Amusement
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: Strong R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. ME, Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, yadda yadda yadda. I think I should own them. I want them for my own. I want the money ME is making off them.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: well duh.
Summary: Angel Investigations decide to take a few days off after their ordeal with the First to spend somewhere fun, but the fun doesn't last long. Sequel to my last fic, formerly titled "Currently Untitled", now titled "When the Face of Evil is the Face You Love." Author's Notes: Oh, the confusion was purely intentional! I wanted you all to be confused, as confused as Cordy is at this moment! Mwahahahahaha! Author's Notes 2: This part has some disturbing actions. Read at your own risk.
Part 5 Untitled
Cordy tried to pry herself out of Angel's grip but he held her tighter. "Angel, please, you're hurting me."
"What, I'm not allowed to? I think I have every right to hurt you after the way you hurt me." His words were seething and Cordy looked at him in disbelief. She had never heard Angel talk this way to her before. She didn't have long to look at him before he began dragging her across the lobby and up the stairs. "You have the nerve to set foot in my hotel after you fucked my son, after you left my life for three and a half years? You think everything's all shiny and new just because you say it is?" He threw her through the bedroom door and she stumbled across the room, trying to regain her balance.
"I-I just wanted things to be like they were," she answered, her voice shaking.
"How did you want them Cordelia? You wanted us to be a big happy family? You fucked that up when you and Connor betrayed me."
Cordy flinched as he came towards her. "It.it wasn't me.I thought you understood that.I.I love you Angel," she pleaded, her bottom lip quivering. He shoved her backwards and she cried out as the back of her knees hit the bed causing her to tumble over onto her back. When she opened her eyes, he was over her, glaring down at her with distaste.
"I can still smell him all over you."
"Angel."
Before she could realize what he was doing, Angel had ripped her top down the middle with lightening fast speed. She cried out once again, this time in protest and he clamped his hand over her mouth. "You must be rid of that stench. I must rid you of it." With his free hand, he continued to make piles of useless material with her clothing, shredding it with ease. Cordelia bit down on his hand, causing him to yell out in pain and she scooted out from underneath him. She tried to cover her exposed body from his enraged eyes.
"You stay the hell away from me!" she screamed and ducked away from him as he lunged at her, pinning her to the bed. She could feel his cool, un- needed breath against her skin.
"It's for your own good Cordelia. You can't wear him anymore. I won't allow it," he told her as he ran his tongue from her shoulder to her earlobe.
She cringed and shuddered. She had wanted Angel for so long, but this was never how she dreamed it. He wasn't going to make love to her. He was going to rape her, try to rid her of the imaginary scent of what happened years ago. She thought only one person could be this cruel. She opened her eyes and searched his, looking for any trace of Angelus, thinking that if he were soulless, at least then it wouldn't really be her Angel. But there was no Angelus. There was no monster behind the man. There was only Angel, and this was now a face that terrified her even more.
She fought a useless battle against him, pleading with him to remember how things used to be happy, used to be good, but he ignored her. His mind was set of marking her as his own. He roughly kissed her and dragged his teeth down her neck, leaving angry red scratches on her skin. He grabbed a nipple between his teeth and bit on it fiercely, drawing a tiny bit of blood. Cordy gasped in pain and continued her struggle, only causing him to tighten his hold on her. He brought his face up to meet hers and looked at her with dark, pained eyes.
"This will make you a better person again. Make you clean. You are mine. No one else can have you," he told her calmly and then drove himself into her harshly. Cordelia screamed in pain, anger, and humiliation as he continued to thrust himself deep into her body. The pain he was causing inside her body was searing and the tears began to form in her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks freely as she felt Angel shoot his seed into the deepest recesses of her form and he brushed them away tenderly.
"It'll all be okay now Cor. You are mine now. I'll never let you go."
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Angel shook visibly as he pulled his hand away from Cordelia's body. He couldn't watch her sob anymore, not after seeing what he had done to her. He told himself that he would never do anything like that to his precious Cordy, but his memory betrayed him. He remembered all the nights he had dreamed of doing just those things after seeing her and Connor. But he had never acted upon them; he'd vowed that he wouldn't. And he hadn't.
"What is it Angel?" Wesley asked, his voice heavy with concern. He wondered if sending Angel into Cordelia's subconscious in order to find out where they were hadn't been a bad idea. Who knew what he might see in there.
"We have to bring her back," Angel whispered and turned his eyes away from her unconscious, sobbing body. He couldn't bear to look at her.
"Where is she?"
"I'm not sure.but the me that's there.he's acting on everything I've ever thought. We have to get her out of there."
Gunn looked at Angel coldly. "Is he Angelus?"
Angel shook his head and Wesley understood. "He's Angel, but he's the darkest form of Angel without him reverting fully to Angelus, which will do more damage to Cordelia then Angelus could ever dream of."
Angel jumped to his feet and stalked out of the room. He wandered through the Mansion until he found himself in front of a set of mirrors. He looked at the emptiness staring back at him and crumpled to the ground. He gripped his head in his hands and cursed himself for ever having thought of doing those things to her. He heard Wes approach him, but he didn't move.
"Angel? I won't ask you what you witnessed as it seems to be quite disturbing, but I will ask you this: is Cordelia's life in danger?"
Angel shook his head. "He'd never kill her. If he killed her, then he'd have to let her go again. No, he's much more concerned with possessing her than killing her."
Wes nodded and put a comforting hand on Angel's shoulder. "We'll find a way to bring her back, to bring all of them back."
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When Cordelia opened her eyes, Angel was gone. She began crying all over again at the memory of what had happened and buried her face in the pillow. She wanted to die at that moment; she would have given anything to have had that been Angelus and had him kill her. She knew she would never be able to see Angel again.
She forced herself to stumble to the bathroom, every movement causing the pain to shoot through her body. When she saw herself in the mirror she gasped. The scratches on her neck were welted up and bright red. Her nipple was bruised and still showed signs of being bit open. Her face was streaked with tear tracks and her hair was matted to her head.
She turned on the shower, causing the steam to roll throughout the bathroom, and stepped inside. Her body instantly turned red as the hot water hit her skin. She laid her head against the cold tile and began to cry again. She sobbed openly and slid down the shower wall. She pulled her knees to her chest and let the water pound against her bruised flesh as she cried into her legs.
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She wasn't sure how long it had been. The water had been coming out of the shower cold for some time, but she hadn't really noticed. She had only barely registered a pair of hands pull her to her feet, wrap the towel around her and help her to the bed. The hands removed the towel, placed the covers over her cold skin and then dried her hair. They left the room and came back with a hairbrush and comfortingly brushed her hair, talking to her in a soothing voice.
Cordy drifted off into a deep sleep where she was free of what had happened.
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Angel had returned to the group only at Wesley's insistence. The man had said that he might have found a way of bringing the group back and thought Angel should be there for Cordy and Connor when they awoke. The vampire reluctantly agreed.
He now sat in a dark corner, away from the group. He didn't want to be near Cordelia; he didn't think he even deserved to see her now. Gunn sat beside him while Wes gathered the necessary items for the spell, all of which were luckily right in the Mansion.
"I don't know what you saw man, and I really don't want to, but I have to know, are they okay? I mean, are they hurt at all?"
Angel's voice caught in his throat as he tried to answer. "I didn't see Fred or Connor.only." He couldn't even bring himself to speak her name.
"We're ready," Wesley told them and they both rose to their feet. Angel walked slowly to the others but refused to look at Cordy.
"What do we have to do?" Gunn asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
"Gunn, you need to sit with Fred, make sure you're touching her. You're going to act as her anchor to this reality. Angel, you do the same for Connor and Cordelia. Hopefully, as their anchors, you'll be able to pull them back to this universe."
Angel sat between his son and his seer hesitantly and placed a hand on both of them. He prayed that she wouldn't suck him back into that world again, to make him see her like that once more.
Wesley and Lorne began to chant simultaneously and both Angel and Gunn felt a pull from inside them. As the chanting increased in intensity, so did the pull and then, as their spell was finished, Lorne smashed the chunk of glass on Wesley's cue. At the sound of the shattering glass, Connor and Fred bolted upright and looked around. And then Fred screamed.
"Baby, shhh.it's okay, you're home," Gunn tried to soothe her but she pushed his hands away from her face and looked down at her own hands, looking for the hairbrush.
"No! I have to go back! You can't take me away from her now! She needs me! Cordelia ican't/i be alone now!"
"But Cordelia's.still out like a light."
Angel was torn between tending to his son and worrying about his love. "Connor, are you-"
"Yeah, I'm okay Dad. Why didn't Cordy wake up?"
Angel looked up to Wesley for the answer to that question and the Englishman shook his head. "The only thing I can think of is that something that happened in that universe to severely damage the link between you two, something horrible. Angel and Fred knew exactly what that was.
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Cordelia woke up and realized she was alone once again. She could have sworn she'd heard Fred talking to her and felt her brushing her hair, but there was no one. She sat up and looked around, feeling amazingly better than she had before. There was no sign of Angel, or of anyone else for that matter. She knew she had to get out of the Hyperion and as far away as she could from the man she had once loved.
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"In that place, you are part human Angel. After you helped to defeat the First, the Powers gave you the ability to have a somewhat normal life," Fred explained to her captive audience. "They left your vampire strengths, but took away the weaknesses. You could still heal quickly, vamp out to scare enemies, and had super strength, but you were no longer a victim of the sun"
"Then why.why did that happen?" he asked quietly.
"You were devastated that you couldn't share your new found part-humanity with Cordelia. In that reality, you never gave her the chance to explain what had happened with." she nodded in Connor's direction. She watched as he hung his head in guilt. "Angel, you don't need to feel guilty for what the you in that place did. It wasn't really you, not the you that's here. It was the you that's there."
"But I was there Fred. I saw everything that me did to her. I felt everything and I couldn't stop it."
"Angel, it wasn't you, and he feels guilty now too. He won't even go on that floor of the Hyperion. I had to go and get clothes out of his room for him everyday because he wouldn't go near her. We need to get to Cordy. There's something she doesn't know yet, she'd been asleep for so long."
"What doesn't she know?" Connor asked.
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Cordy walked to the closet, grabbed one of Angel's sweaters and a pair of his sweat pants and pulled them on. She wasn't crazy about wearing his clothing, but what choice did she have. He'd made quick work of hers, reducing them to shreds. She felt something around her midsection shift. She looked down to see the slightest bulge and groaned. "I'd really like to stop waking up like this," she muttered and looked at her stomach in disbelief. How could she possibly be pregnant?
TBC
Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com
Rating: Strong R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. ME, Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, yadda yadda yadda. I think I should own them. I want them for my own. I want the money ME is making off them.
Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it
went.
Feedback: well duh.
Summary: Angel Investigations decide to take a few days off after their ordeal with the First to spend somewhere fun, but the fun doesn't last long. Sequel to my last fic, formerly titled "Currently Untitled", now titled "When the Face of Evil is the Face You Love." Author's Notes: Oh, the confusion was purely intentional! I wanted you all to be confused, as confused as Cordy is at this moment! Mwahahahahaha! Author's Notes 2: This part has some disturbing actions. Read at your own risk.
Part 5 Untitled
Cordy tried to pry herself out of Angel's grip but he held her tighter. "Angel, please, you're hurting me."
"What, I'm not allowed to? I think I have every right to hurt you after the way you hurt me." His words were seething and Cordy looked at him in disbelief. She had never heard Angel talk this way to her before. She didn't have long to look at him before he began dragging her across the lobby and up the stairs. "You have the nerve to set foot in my hotel after you fucked my son, after you left my life for three and a half years? You think everything's all shiny and new just because you say it is?" He threw her through the bedroom door and she stumbled across the room, trying to regain her balance.
"I-I just wanted things to be like they were," she answered, her voice shaking.
"How did you want them Cordelia? You wanted us to be a big happy family? You fucked that up when you and Connor betrayed me."
Cordy flinched as he came towards her. "It.it wasn't me.I thought you understood that.I.I love you Angel," she pleaded, her bottom lip quivering. He shoved her backwards and she cried out as the back of her knees hit the bed causing her to tumble over onto her back. When she opened her eyes, he was over her, glaring down at her with distaste.
"I can still smell him all over you."
"Angel."
Before she could realize what he was doing, Angel had ripped her top down the middle with lightening fast speed. She cried out once again, this time in protest and he clamped his hand over her mouth. "You must be rid of that stench. I must rid you of it." With his free hand, he continued to make piles of useless material with her clothing, shredding it with ease. Cordelia bit down on his hand, causing him to yell out in pain and she scooted out from underneath him. She tried to cover her exposed body from his enraged eyes.
"You stay the hell away from me!" she screamed and ducked away from him as he lunged at her, pinning her to the bed. She could feel his cool, un- needed breath against her skin.
"It's for your own good Cordelia. You can't wear him anymore. I won't allow it," he told her as he ran his tongue from her shoulder to her earlobe.
She cringed and shuddered. She had wanted Angel for so long, but this was never how she dreamed it. He wasn't going to make love to her. He was going to rape her, try to rid her of the imaginary scent of what happened years ago. She thought only one person could be this cruel. She opened her eyes and searched his, looking for any trace of Angelus, thinking that if he were soulless, at least then it wouldn't really be her Angel. But there was no Angelus. There was no monster behind the man. There was only Angel, and this was now a face that terrified her even more.
She fought a useless battle against him, pleading with him to remember how things used to be happy, used to be good, but he ignored her. His mind was set of marking her as his own. He roughly kissed her and dragged his teeth down her neck, leaving angry red scratches on her skin. He grabbed a nipple between his teeth and bit on it fiercely, drawing a tiny bit of blood. Cordy gasped in pain and continued her struggle, only causing him to tighten his hold on her. He brought his face up to meet hers and looked at her with dark, pained eyes.
"This will make you a better person again. Make you clean. You are mine. No one else can have you," he told her calmly and then drove himself into her harshly. Cordelia screamed in pain, anger, and humiliation as he continued to thrust himself deep into her body. The pain he was causing inside her body was searing and the tears began to form in her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks freely as she felt Angel shoot his seed into the deepest recesses of her form and he brushed them away tenderly.
"It'll all be okay now Cor. You are mine now. I'll never let you go."
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Angel shook visibly as he pulled his hand away from Cordelia's body. He couldn't watch her sob anymore, not after seeing what he had done to her. He told himself that he would never do anything like that to his precious Cordy, but his memory betrayed him. He remembered all the nights he had dreamed of doing just those things after seeing her and Connor. But he had never acted upon them; he'd vowed that he wouldn't. And he hadn't.
"What is it Angel?" Wesley asked, his voice heavy with concern. He wondered if sending Angel into Cordelia's subconscious in order to find out where they were hadn't been a bad idea. Who knew what he might see in there.
"We have to bring her back," Angel whispered and turned his eyes away from her unconscious, sobbing body. He couldn't bear to look at her.
"Where is she?"
"I'm not sure.but the me that's there.he's acting on everything I've ever thought. We have to get her out of there."
Gunn looked at Angel coldly. "Is he Angelus?"
Angel shook his head and Wesley understood. "He's Angel, but he's the darkest form of Angel without him reverting fully to Angelus, which will do more damage to Cordelia then Angelus could ever dream of."
Angel jumped to his feet and stalked out of the room. He wandered through the Mansion until he found himself in front of a set of mirrors. He looked at the emptiness staring back at him and crumpled to the ground. He gripped his head in his hands and cursed himself for ever having thought of doing those things to her. He heard Wes approach him, but he didn't move.
"Angel? I won't ask you what you witnessed as it seems to be quite disturbing, but I will ask you this: is Cordelia's life in danger?"
Angel shook his head. "He'd never kill her. If he killed her, then he'd have to let her go again. No, he's much more concerned with possessing her than killing her."
Wes nodded and put a comforting hand on Angel's shoulder. "We'll find a way to bring her back, to bring all of them back."
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When Cordelia opened her eyes, Angel was gone. She began crying all over again at the memory of what had happened and buried her face in the pillow. She wanted to die at that moment; she would have given anything to have had that been Angelus and had him kill her. She knew she would never be able to see Angel again.
She forced herself to stumble to the bathroom, every movement causing the pain to shoot through her body. When she saw herself in the mirror she gasped. The scratches on her neck were welted up and bright red. Her nipple was bruised and still showed signs of being bit open. Her face was streaked with tear tracks and her hair was matted to her head.
She turned on the shower, causing the steam to roll throughout the bathroom, and stepped inside. Her body instantly turned red as the hot water hit her skin. She laid her head against the cold tile and began to cry again. She sobbed openly and slid down the shower wall. She pulled her knees to her chest and let the water pound against her bruised flesh as she cried into her legs.
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She wasn't sure how long it had been. The water had been coming out of the shower cold for some time, but she hadn't really noticed. She had only barely registered a pair of hands pull her to her feet, wrap the towel around her and help her to the bed. The hands removed the towel, placed the covers over her cold skin and then dried her hair. They left the room and came back with a hairbrush and comfortingly brushed her hair, talking to her in a soothing voice.
Cordy drifted off into a deep sleep where she was free of what had happened.
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Angel had returned to the group only at Wesley's insistence. The man had said that he might have found a way of bringing the group back and thought Angel should be there for Cordy and Connor when they awoke. The vampire reluctantly agreed.
He now sat in a dark corner, away from the group. He didn't want to be near Cordelia; he didn't think he even deserved to see her now. Gunn sat beside him while Wes gathered the necessary items for the spell, all of which were luckily right in the Mansion.
"I don't know what you saw man, and I really don't want to, but I have to know, are they okay? I mean, are they hurt at all?"
Angel's voice caught in his throat as he tried to answer. "I didn't see Fred or Connor.only." He couldn't even bring himself to speak her name.
"We're ready," Wesley told them and they both rose to their feet. Angel walked slowly to the others but refused to look at Cordy.
"What do we have to do?" Gunn asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
"Gunn, you need to sit with Fred, make sure you're touching her. You're going to act as her anchor to this reality. Angel, you do the same for Connor and Cordelia. Hopefully, as their anchors, you'll be able to pull them back to this universe."
Angel sat between his son and his seer hesitantly and placed a hand on both of them. He prayed that she wouldn't suck him back into that world again, to make him see her like that once more.
Wesley and Lorne began to chant simultaneously and both Angel and Gunn felt a pull from inside them. As the chanting increased in intensity, so did the pull and then, as their spell was finished, Lorne smashed the chunk of glass on Wesley's cue. At the sound of the shattering glass, Connor and Fred bolted upright and looked around. And then Fred screamed.
"Baby, shhh.it's okay, you're home," Gunn tried to soothe her but she pushed his hands away from her face and looked down at her own hands, looking for the hairbrush.
"No! I have to go back! You can't take me away from her now! She needs me! Cordelia ican't/i be alone now!"
"But Cordelia's.still out like a light."
Angel was torn between tending to his son and worrying about his love. "Connor, are you-"
"Yeah, I'm okay Dad. Why didn't Cordy wake up?"
Angel looked up to Wesley for the answer to that question and the Englishman shook his head. "The only thing I can think of is that something that happened in that universe to severely damage the link between you two, something horrible. Angel and Fred knew exactly what that was.
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Cordelia woke up and realized she was alone once again. She could have sworn she'd heard Fred talking to her and felt her brushing her hair, but there was no one. She sat up and looked around, feeling amazingly better than she had before. There was no sign of Angel, or of anyone else for that matter. She knew she had to get out of the Hyperion and as far away as she could from the man she had once loved.
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"In that place, you are part human Angel. After you helped to defeat the First, the Powers gave you the ability to have a somewhat normal life," Fred explained to her captive audience. "They left your vampire strengths, but took away the weaknesses. You could still heal quickly, vamp out to scare enemies, and had super strength, but you were no longer a victim of the sun"
"Then why.why did that happen?" he asked quietly.
"You were devastated that you couldn't share your new found part-humanity with Cordelia. In that reality, you never gave her the chance to explain what had happened with." she nodded in Connor's direction. She watched as he hung his head in guilt. "Angel, you don't need to feel guilty for what the you in that place did. It wasn't really you, not the you that's here. It was the you that's there."
"But I was there Fred. I saw everything that me did to her. I felt everything and I couldn't stop it."
"Angel, it wasn't you, and he feels guilty now too. He won't even go on that floor of the Hyperion. I had to go and get clothes out of his room for him everyday because he wouldn't go near her. We need to get to Cordy. There's something she doesn't know yet, she'd been asleep for so long."
"What doesn't she know?" Connor asked.
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Cordy walked to the closet, grabbed one of Angel's sweaters and a pair of his sweat pants and pulled them on. She wasn't crazy about wearing his clothing, but what choice did she have. He'd made quick work of hers, reducing them to shreds. She felt something around her midsection shift. She looked down to see the slightest bulge and groaned. "I'd really like to stop waking up like this," she muttered and looked at her stomach in disbelief. How could she possibly be pregnant?
TBC