Title: Slayers Present and Future
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: A future slayer is kidnapped and it's up to the Fang Gang and the present slayer to get her back.
Gunn joking that it would be an all night research session seemed to have turned out true.
It was four in the morning when everyone either went upstairs to bed or left to go home.
Cordelia walked out with Gunn and Wes but snuck back in when she was sure everyone was in their rooms. She crept up the stairs and into Angel's room without anyone noticing.
"I feel like a naughty girl creeping out of the house." She replied as she shut the door quietly behind her.
He smiled at her choice of words. "If that's what you want to be then go ahead."
She pulled a face. "Are you going to tell her?" She asked meaning Buffy.
He nodded. "I'll take her out for dinner or something tomorrow night and tell her. You don't mind me doing that do you?"
She shook her head and slipped off her jeans, pulling on a pair of his boxers instead.
Pulling off her jumper, she was pushed towards the wall. He caught her around the waist and lifted her up, pressing her against his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his lips attached to hers. Tightening her legs around his waist, he let go of her waist to press himself against her more. He reached around her back to unfasten her bra and slip its straps off her arms. With her breasts bare he let his mouth travel down to suck her nipples and nibble the tender skin. She moaned at the sensation and felt behind her to reach for the lock on the door. Sliding it into place she let her hand travel back to his shoulder so he could carry her to the bed.
Laying her down he pulled off the boxers of his she was wearing leaving her just in a thong. She unbuttoned his chest leaving his chest bare for her to kiss. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her thong and pulled it down. Shedding his own pants he settled himself over her.
"You are so beautiful." He murmured, stroking her hair and then kissing her neck.
"I love you." She replied as he filled her. "God, I love you."
He moaned as she bit his shoulder. "I love you baby."
She began meeting his thrusts with her own, driving them both closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned as he slipped a hand in between them to rub her flaming nub.
With expert ability she flipped him over so that she was straddling him. She rode up and down on him while he worked his fingers against her engorged womanhood.
"I told you I wanted to be on top." She told him and leaned down to kiss his lips. "And that I wanted you to mark me."
He looked at her as she slowed her motions. "Are you sure?"
She nodded and began to speed up again. He grabbed hold of her waist and rolled her over so that he was on top again.
Thrusting in and out he took them both to climax. As he felt her contract around him he lowered his head and let his fangs appear. Sinking them into her, she screamed out in pleasure.
Tasting her blood and her wrapped around him he let himself go, relishing in the taste of her blood and arousal.
With one last thrust he released her neck, licking the wound clean of the blood that surrounded the two puncture wounds. She sank into the bed, still clinging to his back with her legs wrapped round his waist.
"You're mine Cor." He whispered, too sated to even move off her body.
"And you're mine." She replied, leaning her face into his neck. "Forever."
He smiled at her words and then they both fell into a blissful sleep.
She woke up the next morning encased in his arms. She smiled remembering last night.
She lifted her hand to feel the small wound on her neck. She felt a tingle run through her body as she remembered the feeling.
Hearing her heartbeat speed up Angel opened his eyes. "Morning." He whispered.
She smiled and turned to see him. "Good morning."
"Feeling happy?" He asked and traced the tattoo on the bottom of her back with his fingers.
She kissed his lips gently. "Deliriously."
"I suppose it's helped your safety as well as enhancing your sexual pleasure."
"It has?"
He nodded. "See, this is why I wanted to talk to you about it first."
"Please don't bore me with the 'I'm superior to you' speech and just get on with what you were telling me." She said pointedly.
"I was saying that if you hadn't sprung it on me while we were making love then you would have known all this before." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he smiled. "Okay, being bitten by me means that any other vampires who come near you will see my mark and feel that it's a mate mark and not just an unfinished killing mark and keep away from you. They'll be able to tell that it was the legendary Angelus's mark and keep away."
"Legendary." She snorted. "He was a pussy cat."
He growled and lunged at her as she giggled.
Angel came downstairs on his own leaving Cordelia to use the fire escape and walk through the front door like she'd stayed at home last night.
"Morning everyone." She greeted both Scoobies and Fang Gang as she came through the door.
She'd worn her hair loose so the bite mark on her neck wasn't visible.
She saw Angel and smiled. "Hi Angel."
He raised both his eyebrows quickly and smiled.
"So, what are we doing today?" Buffy asked from her perch on the couch.
"I don't know about you." Wes began. "But we have cases to work on." Turning to Cordelia he continued. "I've got a Mr and Mrs Wilson coming in later on this morning. Their young daughter was kidnapped last night by a DUO. Will you be able to take care of it?"
Cordelia nodded, instantly sober. She hated cases like that.
"What's a DUO?" Xander asked.
"Demon of unknown origin." Fred replied. "We tend to abbreviate things around here. We say them so much it just makes it easier."
"And Giles, I was wondering if you could help be translate an ancient scroll I've managed to get my hands on." Wes continued, looking at Buffy's watcher. "I believer there's some Nigerian and a demon language that I have no idea what it is."
Giles nodded and followed Wes into a well lit room off the lobby Wes sometimes used instead of his office. It tended to have bad lighting in there because it had no windows.
"So, what are we doing today?" Buffy replied again, looking straight at Angel.
He glanced towards Cordelia who had busied herself at her desk. "I thought maybe you could amuse yourselves today while we get some work done and then maybe I could take you out to dinner tonight?"
Xander and Willow glanced at each other nervously.
"I don't get it." Anya said, seeing both of them glance at each other.
"Before you were human honey." Xander reassured her.
Buffy beamed. "That would be wonderful."
Cordelia coughed. "I'll get a file ready for the couple coming in."
Buffy turned to her. "That's right Cordy, you start work and I'll go shopping to buy myself something nice for tonight. Nice change in roles, don't you think?"
Cordelia could have thought of something equally snippy to say in response but decided not to, Buffy was going to get a big enough shock that night. "I'll go and start work then."
She went into the office to pull out a folder and some sheets to go in it. "Fred honey, could you try and fix the coffee machine? I don't think it's working properly."
Fred smiled and nodded. "Sure, I had some coffee this morning and it tasted more like sludge than coffee."
She took the lid off the machine and started tinkering with it. "I think it's the filter that's gone, we might have to get a new machine altogether."
Cordelia looked up from her newly made file. "It'll be okay, do you fancy going out to get some take out while I finish this?"
"Sure, double mocha?"
Cordelia nodded. "Of course, you're an angel."
"Well, not literally." Fred replied with a grin and went to grab her purse.
"Sending Fred out on errands for you? I'm shocked. Oh wait, no I'm really not." Buffy said, leaning across the counter.
"Bite me Buffy." Cordelia responded without looking up.
Buffy lost interest in Cordelia when she saw Angel return from upstairs dressed in a white vest and black sweatpants. "Training?" She asked, losing interest in shopping, for a while anyway.
He nodded, selecting a weapon from the cabinet.
"Mind if I join in?"
He shook his head and tossed her a weapon. "Downstairs." He told her, pointing to the basement door. "I'll be down in a minute."
When she'd gone he went across to Cordelia. "Where did Xander, Willow and Anya go?"
"I think they went with Fred to get coffee and then I think they're going sightseeing."
He nodded. "I wish I was training with you."
"Angel, honey, you only want to train with me because you never get any training done. We always end up doing other kinds of training that really aren't going to help us kill beasties."
He kissed her shoulder. "I know, that's what makes it fun." She shivered and then heard the front door open and close.
"Go train, that might be my clients." She shoved him away from her as she stood up.
"And behave yourself."
He shot her a sour look but went to the basement.
Cordelia went to greet her clients. "Mr and Mrs Wilson? I'm Cordelia Chase."
She held out her hand and the young couple took turns in shaking it. "Why don't you come into my office and we'll talk."
She led them into Wes's office and shut the door, indicating that they should sit down.
She sat down opposite them. "Do you want to tell me what actually happened?"
The young woman looked at her tearfully. "Carla, our daughter, was in her bedroom playing. It would be about six o clock yesterday evening. That's right isn't it?"
Her husband nodded. "That's right, about six. We were in the lounge watching TV. It wasn't on loud. We should have heard."
"Don't blame yourself Mr Wilson." Cordelia urged gently. "There was probably nothing you could have done to stop what happened."
He seemed to look grateful at her words. "I guess."
His wife picked up the story again. "Well, we were sat there and we heard a bump so I got up and I went in to see what was happening. If she'd hurt herself. I went in and there was this thing stood there. So I called Mark in."
Mr Wilson nodded. "So I ran in and Maggie was stood in the doorway and this monster had hold of Carla. She was kicking and crying. I tried to get close to get him away from her but he did something."
"What do you mean, he did something?" Cordelia asked, taking the occasional note.
"He froze me, I couldn't move. I was just stood there and I couldn't move any closer to them." His voice began to break. "I tried to get her back."
Cordelia felt tears spring into her own eyes.
Maggie started to talk again, through her own tears. "The man, monster, whatever he was, jumped out of the window with her and I ran to the window and they were gone. Carla was gone."
Mark put an arm around his wife's shoulders as she broke up completely. Sobs shook her tiny frame as the anguish of the night before came back to her.
Cordelia felt tears escape her own eyes.
She walked around the desk to get some tissues off a shelf and hand one to the crying woman. She knelt beside her on the floor and held her hand. "Have you got a picture of Carla?"
Mark nodded and pulled his wallet out, removing a small picture of a small blonde child.
"How old is she?" Cordelia asked.
"She's only six, she's only a baby." Maggie said, looking at the familiar face in the picture and breaking into fresh sobs.
"Maggie, I need you to do something for me." Cordelia told her gently. "It's very important."
The woman nodded.
"I want you to try and picture who did this, okay?" Cordelia urged. "When you see him I need you to draw him for me. That way we know what we're looking for and then we can find Carla and bring her back to you. Can you do that?"
She nodded and accepted the paper and pen Cordelia gave her. "I'll try."
"Good." Cordelia smiled and squeezed her hand before standing up. "Mr Wilson, can I ask you a few more questions?"
He nodded.
"I just need to know things like your address and places that Carla might know to go if she escapes, okay?"
He nodded and began to answer her questions.
About an hour later Mrs Wilson gave Cordelia the sketch that she'd done.
"Thank you, this will help." Cordelia promised. "Now, there's nothing that you can do at this moment in time. I have your telephone number so I'll call you when we find out anything."
"Should we go to the police?" Mr Wilson asked.
Cordelia thought for a moment. "I would have to say no at this point because you said that the man who did this wasn't human, that he was a monster. The police don't really understand that. Until we can rule out more possibilities than just let us handle it for now. If we come up against a brick wall then we'll consider bringing the police into it."
The couple seemed satisfied with the answer. "That's why we called you instead of the police in the first place." Mark confessed. "We heard a rumour that you work in the supernatural. I can tell you one thing; the thing that did this wasn't human."
Cordelia nodded and led them to the door, holding it open for them. "Please find my baby." Maggie said once more in a heartbreaking voice.
Cordelia squeezed back tears and nodded. "We'll try our best."
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: A future slayer is kidnapped and it's up to the Fang Gang and the present slayer to get her back.
Gunn joking that it would be an all night research session seemed to have turned out true.
It was four in the morning when everyone either went upstairs to bed or left to go home.
Cordelia walked out with Gunn and Wes but snuck back in when she was sure everyone was in their rooms. She crept up the stairs and into Angel's room without anyone noticing.
"I feel like a naughty girl creeping out of the house." She replied as she shut the door quietly behind her.
He smiled at her choice of words. "If that's what you want to be then go ahead."
She pulled a face. "Are you going to tell her?" She asked meaning Buffy.
He nodded. "I'll take her out for dinner or something tomorrow night and tell her. You don't mind me doing that do you?"
She shook her head and slipped off her jeans, pulling on a pair of his boxers instead.
Pulling off her jumper, she was pushed towards the wall. He caught her around the waist and lifted her up, pressing her against his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his lips attached to hers. Tightening her legs around his waist, he let go of her waist to press himself against her more. He reached around her back to unfasten her bra and slip its straps off her arms. With her breasts bare he let his mouth travel down to suck her nipples and nibble the tender skin. She moaned at the sensation and felt behind her to reach for the lock on the door. Sliding it into place she let her hand travel back to his shoulder so he could carry her to the bed.
Laying her down he pulled off the boxers of his she was wearing leaving her just in a thong. She unbuttoned his chest leaving his chest bare for her to kiss. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her thong and pulled it down. Shedding his own pants he settled himself over her.
"You are so beautiful." He murmured, stroking her hair and then kissing her neck.
"I love you." She replied as he filled her. "God, I love you."
He moaned as she bit his shoulder. "I love you baby."
She began meeting his thrusts with her own, driving them both closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned as he slipped a hand in between them to rub her flaming nub.
With expert ability she flipped him over so that she was straddling him. She rode up and down on him while he worked his fingers against her engorged womanhood.
"I told you I wanted to be on top." She told him and leaned down to kiss his lips. "And that I wanted you to mark me."
He looked at her as she slowed her motions. "Are you sure?"
She nodded and began to speed up again. He grabbed hold of her waist and rolled her over so that he was on top again.
Thrusting in and out he took them both to climax. As he felt her contract around him he lowered his head and let his fangs appear. Sinking them into her, she screamed out in pleasure.
Tasting her blood and her wrapped around him he let himself go, relishing in the taste of her blood and arousal.
With one last thrust he released her neck, licking the wound clean of the blood that surrounded the two puncture wounds. She sank into the bed, still clinging to his back with her legs wrapped round his waist.
"You're mine Cor." He whispered, too sated to even move off her body.
"And you're mine." She replied, leaning her face into his neck. "Forever."
He smiled at her words and then they both fell into a blissful sleep.
She woke up the next morning encased in his arms. She smiled remembering last night.
She lifted her hand to feel the small wound on her neck. She felt a tingle run through her body as she remembered the feeling.
Hearing her heartbeat speed up Angel opened his eyes. "Morning." He whispered.
She smiled and turned to see him. "Good morning."
"Feeling happy?" He asked and traced the tattoo on the bottom of her back with his fingers.
She kissed his lips gently. "Deliriously."
"I suppose it's helped your safety as well as enhancing your sexual pleasure."
"It has?"
He nodded. "See, this is why I wanted to talk to you about it first."
"Please don't bore me with the 'I'm superior to you' speech and just get on with what you were telling me." She said pointedly.
"I was saying that if you hadn't sprung it on me while we were making love then you would have known all this before." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he smiled. "Okay, being bitten by me means that any other vampires who come near you will see my mark and feel that it's a mate mark and not just an unfinished killing mark and keep away from you. They'll be able to tell that it was the legendary Angelus's mark and keep away."
"Legendary." She snorted. "He was a pussy cat."
He growled and lunged at her as she giggled.
Angel came downstairs on his own leaving Cordelia to use the fire escape and walk through the front door like she'd stayed at home last night.
"Morning everyone." She greeted both Scoobies and Fang Gang as she came through the door.
She'd worn her hair loose so the bite mark on her neck wasn't visible.
She saw Angel and smiled. "Hi Angel."
He raised both his eyebrows quickly and smiled.
"So, what are we doing today?" Buffy asked from her perch on the couch.
"I don't know about you." Wes began. "But we have cases to work on." Turning to Cordelia he continued. "I've got a Mr and Mrs Wilson coming in later on this morning. Their young daughter was kidnapped last night by a DUO. Will you be able to take care of it?"
Cordelia nodded, instantly sober. She hated cases like that.
"What's a DUO?" Xander asked.
"Demon of unknown origin." Fred replied. "We tend to abbreviate things around here. We say them so much it just makes it easier."
"And Giles, I was wondering if you could help be translate an ancient scroll I've managed to get my hands on." Wes continued, looking at Buffy's watcher. "I believer there's some Nigerian and a demon language that I have no idea what it is."
Giles nodded and followed Wes into a well lit room off the lobby Wes sometimes used instead of his office. It tended to have bad lighting in there because it had no windows.
"So, what are we doing today?" Buffy replied again, looking straight at Angel.
He glanced towards Cordelia who had busied herself at her desk. "I thought maybe you could amuse yourselves today while we get some work done and then maybe I could take you out to dinner tonight?"
Xander and Willow glanced at each other nervously.
"I don't get it." Anya said, seeing both of them glance at each other.
"Before you were human honey." Xander reassured her.
Buffy beamed. "That would be wonderful."
Cordelia coughed. "I'll get a file ready for the couple coming in."
Buffy turned to her. "That's right Cordy, you start work and I'll go shopping to buy myself something nice for tonight. Nice change in roles, don't you think?"
Cordelia could have thought of something equally snippy to say in response but decided not to, Buffy was going to get a big enough shock that night. "I'll go and start work then."
She went into the office to pull out a folder and some sheets to go in it. "Fred honey, could you try and fix the coffee machine? I don't think it's working properly."
Fred smiled and nodded. "Sure, I had some coffee this morning and it tasted more like sludge than coffee."
She took the lid off the machine and started tinkering with it. "I think it's the filter that's gone, we might have to get a new machine altogether."
Cordelia looked up from her newly made file. "It'll be okay, do you fancy going out to get some take out while I finish this?"
"Sure, double mocha?"
Cordelia nodded. "Of course, you're an angel."
"Well, not literally." Fred replied with a grin and went to grab her purse.
"Sending Fred out on errands for you? I'm shocked. Oh wait, no I'm really not." Buffy said, leaning across the counter.
"Bite me Buffy." Cordelia responded without looking up.
Buffy lost interest in Cordelia when she saw Angel return from upstairs dressed in a white vest and black sweatpants. "Training?" She asked, losing interest in shopping, for a while anyway.
He nodded, selecting a weapon from the cabinet.
"Mind if I join in?"
He shook his head and tossed her a weapon. "Downstairs." He told her, pointing to the basement door. "I'll be down in a minute."
When she'd gone he went across to Cordelia. "Where did Xander, Willow and Anya go?"
"I think they went with Fred to get coffee and then I think they're going sightseeing."
He nodded. "I wish I was training with you."
"Angel, honey, you only want to train with me because you never get any training done. We always end up doing other kinds of training that really aren't going to help us kill beasties."
He kissed her shoulder. "I know, that's what makes it fun." She shivered and then heard the front door open and close.
"Go train, that might be my clients." She shoved him away from her as she stood up.
"And behave yourself."
He shot her a sour look but went to the basement.
Cordelia went to greet her clients. "Mr and Mrs Wilson? I'm Cordelia Chase."
She held out her hand and the young couple took turns in shaking it. "Why don't you come into my office and we'll talk."
She led them into Wes's office and shut the door, indicating that they should sit down.
She sat down opposite them. "Do you want to tell me what actually happened?"
The young woman looked at her tearfully. "Carla, our daughter, was in her bedroom playing. It would be about six o clock yesterday evening. That's right isn't it?"
Her husband nodded. "That's right, about six. We were in the lounge watching TV. It wasn't on loud. We should have heard."
"Don't blame yourself Mr Wilson." Cordelia urged gently. "There was probably nothing you could have done to stop what happened."
He seemed to look grateful at her words. "I guess."
His wife picked up the story again. "Well, we were sat there and we heard a bump so I got up and I went in to see what was happening. If she'd hurt herself. I went in and there was this thing stood there. So I called Mark in."
Mr Wilson nodded. "So I ran in and Maggie was stood in the doorway and this monster had hold of Carla. She was kicking and crying. I tried to get close to get him away from her but he did something."
"What do you mean, he did something?" Cordelia asked, taking the occasional note.
"He froze me, I couldn't move. I was just stood there and I couldn't move any closer to them." His voice began to break. "I tried to get her back."
Cordelia felt tears spring into her own eyes.
Maggie started to talk again, through her own tears. "The man, monster, whatever he was, jumped out of the window with her and I ran to the window and they were gone. Carla was gone."
Mark put an arm around his wife's shoulders as she broke up completely. Sobs shook her tiny frame as the anguish of the night before came back to her.
Cordelia felt tears escape her own eyes.
She walked around the desk to get some tissues off a shelf and hand one to the crying woman. She knelt beside her on the floor and held her hand. "Have you got a picture of Carla?"
Mark nodded and pulled his wallet out, removing a small picture of a small blonde child.
"How old is she?" Cordelia asked.
"She's only six, she's only a baby." Maggie said, looking at the familiar face in the picture and breaking into fresh sobs.
"Maggie, I need you to do something for me." Cordelia told her gently. "It's very important."
The woman nodded.
"I want you to try and picture who did this, okay?" Cordelia urged. "When you see him I need you to draw him for me. That way we know what we're looking for and then we can find Carla and bring her back to you. Can you do that?"
She nodded and accepted the paper and pen Cordelia gave her. "I'll try."
"Good." Cordelia smiled and squeezed her hand before standing up. "Mr Wilson, can I ask you a few more questions?"
He nodded.
"I just need to know things like your address and places that Carla might know to go if she escapes, okay?"
He nodded and began to answer her questions.
About an hour later Mrs Wilson gave Cordelia the sketch that she'd done.
"Thank you, this will help." Cordelia promised. "Now, there's nothing that you can do at this moment in time. I have your telephone number so I'll call you when we find out anything."
"Should we go to the police?" Mr Wilson asked.
Cordelia thought for a moment. "I would have to say no at this point because you said that the man who did this wasn't human, that he was a monster. The police don't really understand that. Until we can rule out more possibilities than just let us handle it for now. If we come up against a brick wall then we'll consider bringing the police into it."
The couple seemed satisfied with the answer. "That's why we called you instead of the police in the first place." Mark confessed. "We heard a rumour that you work in the supernatural. I can tell you one thing; the thing that did this wasn't human."
Cordelia nodded and led them to the door, holding it open for them. "Please find my baby." Maggie said once more in a heartbreaking voice.
Cordelia squeezed back tears and nodded. "We'll try our best."