Title: A Sunnydale Tale
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: In 1998, Angel befriends Cordelia when the going gets tough.
Cordelia dressed in a black mini and a red chiffon blouse. Her car keys in her hand she checked her reflection again and hurried out of the house. The empty house, only God knew where her parents were. She didn't really care; she preferred to be alone anyway.
She started her car and drove the one mile to school, letting the wind create a little volume in her hair.
She sped into the car park, sending people scattering to get out of the way. Cordelia Chase stopped for no-one.
Stepping out she noticed Buffy, Xander and Willow straight away. Great, she thought, just what I need first thing in the morning.
She walked past them and went straight to her locker, since that debacle with Xander Harris she didn't have anyone to stand around and gossip with so she usually went straight to her locker or to the library before first class. Today she did both.
She pushed open the library door and saw Giles stood drinking a cup of coffee.
"Good morning Cordelia, how are you this morning?" He enquired pleasantly.
"I'm okay I guess, I pulled a couple of stitches last night." She told him, placing a hand on her wound.
"How did that happen?" He asked. "Not a demon or vampire attack I hope?"
"No, just a slayer attack." She complained. "Do you think you could possibly keep your slayer under control?"
He looked worried. "She didn't attack you?"
She sighed. "No, she was flinging a vampire around and knocked me into a garbage pile outside the Bronze."
Giles's face flashed from pity to concern. "Are you okay?"
She sat down stiffly on one of the chairs. "You're the first person that's asked me that."
He smiled. "It doesn't mean that I'm the only one that cares."
She snorted. "Yeah, 'cause people are swarming around me right now aren't they? Even my parents are away somewhere."
"Your parents aren't home?" He looked startled. "Perhaps it isn't such a good idea that you're on your own right now."
"What am I supposed to do then? Start paying people to be near me, I don't think so. I have to get to class."
"If you ever want to talk Cordelia, you know where I am." He offered.
She smiled. "Thanks Giles."
She passed Buffy on the way out but neither girl said anything.
"What did she want?" Buffy asked Giles, staring at the door Cordelia had just gone through.
"I think she's lonely." Giles replied. "Perhaps you might strain yourself to include her a bit more."
"Cordelia, lonely? Right. Is that the line she spun you?"
"Buffy, shut up."
Cordelia was bored; the history class was so not interesting. Why the hell did she need to know why Hitler wanted to bomb England? She looked up and realised that Buffy was staring at her.
"What?" She whispered.
"Nothing." She replied quietly.
"No, come on Buffy." Cordelia snapped, not realising her voice had risen and everyone, including their teacher was now listening. "If you have a problem here all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and keep your eyes off of me! Now if you will excuse me!"
She stood up from the desk, breathing a little harder as her stitches stretched.
"Uh, Miss Chase." The teacher interrupted. "You're in the middle of a class."
She paused. "Go shove your class up your."
Her words were muffled as a hand clamped over her mouth and started dragging her out of the room.
Great, she thought, I get kidnapped in the middle of school and not one person, even the slayer, moves to help me.
Once she was out of the door the hand released her and she spun to apprehend her assailant.
"Xander?" She exclaimed in disgust. "Who the hell gave you permission to help me or even touch me?"
He took a deep breath. "Cordy, I."
"Hey, I think you lost all Cordy rights the moment yours and Willow's lips touched!" She snapped and turned to leave.
He grabbed her arm. "Cordelia, I'm so sorry. I never got the chance to tell you that in the hospital. I know how hard it is for you right now but you have to stop this and get over it."
Her eyes blazed. "Don't you dare tell me to get over it! I have lost everything over you. My friends, my pride, my life, my hea. Everything!"
His face softened. "Cordy, you're self destructing."
"I've just told you to stop calling me that!" She snapped and ran a hand over her eyes.
"Okay, but listen to me, you need to deal before you end up getting yourself in trouble. What was that back there? You were freaking out over nothing!"
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do." She warned and then set off down the hall, her heels clicking on the tiles. "And Xander, you're a lousy kisser!"
She got into her car and thought, to hell with school, like she even wanted to be there anywhere.
She gunned the engine and sped out of the parking lot. She drove around for a while and then stopped at a bar just out of town, granted it wasn't a very nice bar but it was a bar that was open in the afternoon and it sold alcohol. And luckily, she had her cousin's ID on her which she could use to get served.
She'd never been a big drinker and, as she was only seventeen, she shouldn't be a drinker at all. But during the hard times in life sometimes she'd found it easier to look at her life after a couple of shots of tequila or vodka.
She went into the bar, fluffing her hair and noticed it was suitably empty.
"ID." The man behind the bar grunted.
She flashed the ID and ordered a vodka and coke. Taking it she sat in the corner of the bar, near enough the door but still hidden enough in case, God forbid, someone she knew came in. Yeah right, she thought as she sipped her drink, 'cause someone I know is going to end up here.
She didn't even look up when someone sat down next to her.
"Can I borrow a light?"
"I don't smoke." She replied, without looking up.
"Maybe you should." He suggested.
She looked up into the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. "Why's that?"
He smiled. "You look sad."
She smiled slightly. "From anyone I know right now that would sound like a gloat."
He frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged. "Life sucks right?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It depends."
"On what?"
"On whose company you keep." He replied. "I'll go and get you another vodka and coke; it looks like you need it."
He got up from the table and gave Cordelia a chance to study him. He was the typical tall, dark and handsome she went for, with the exception of Xander.
He came back with her drink and a shot of whiskey.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Cordelia."
When she didn't ask his he offered his name to her. "I'm Greg."
She nodded.
"What's making you so sad?"
"My entire life." She replied, looking into her drink.
"Can't be that bad."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
So she did. She spent hours talking and telling him what was wrong with her life right now. Before she knew it she was on the wrong side of tipsy and it was dark outside.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked her, sitting closer to her now that they 'knew' each other.
"I was going to go to the Bronze, heard of it?"
He nodded. "I'll order us a cab, we can go together."
"I've got my car." She slurred. "Outside."
"Okay." He agreed. "Let's go."
It was a challenge but she managed to get them there in one piece. Although the car might need a trip to the garage.
He handed the door man the cover for both of them and they went inside.
Although Cordelia had never actually tried to use her cousin's ID in the Bronze the barman gave them drinks without asking any questions.
He led her to a table near the dance floor.
"Do you want to dance?" He asked.
She could feel eyes on her from all over the club. She glanced around quickly and saw Harmony and her former friends in a group on the side of the dance floor. She saw Buffy and Angel sat with Xander and Willow.
With a look of scorn their way she accepted his offer.
"Wow." Buffy stated.
"What?" Xander asked.
"Look at Cordelia." She pointed to where Cordelia and Greg were dancing very close and very slow together. "Talk about making a statement."
"What kind of statement is that?" Angel asked.
"That is a statement saying 'look at me, I'm single again and ready to turn into a great big slut again'." Buffy decided.
"Pretty good one." Willow agreed.
"Oh my God." Harmony announced. "Look at the state of the people they're letting in here now."
"Oh, that Sarah Jane, I already noticed her." One of the other girls said.
Harmony shot her a dirty look. "No, Cordelia. Blind drunk and doesn't care who sees her. What a ho."
Her friends nodded.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I see a jock over there I haven't danced with yet!"
"I want to get out of here right now." Greg whispered in Cordelia's ear and then dropped a kiss on her neck.
"Why?" She asked in her drunken state.
"I need you to myself." He replied and started leading her out of the club.
"Okay." She let herself be led.
He took her down the alley next to the Bronze.
"What are you doing?" She asked as he placed her in between him and the wall.
"Just relax." He whispered and started to kiss her.
Returning his kisses with ones of her own she started to relax. That is, until he began to lift her skirt and slide his hand up her leg.
"Hey, don't do that." She told him, grabbing his hand.
"What if I don't want to?" He leered.
Her head began to spin. "I don't care; you need to stop. I think I drank too much, I need to go home."
"You didn't drink too much, that was the drug I put in your drink a half hour ago." He told her, a grin on his face.
Her breathing became more laboured and sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lip.
"What did you do to me?"
"Baby, I think the question is what I am going to do to you."
With a gentle shove she was on the floor, her skirt around her waist.
She shoved his hand away from her face and was rewarded with a harsh punch to her jaw.
In her dazed state she felt her thong being removed and her blouse being torn open. Her eyes drooped but she was still conscious. Her body felt paralysed, even screaming seemed impossible.
She felt his hands slide up her legs, spreading them apart as his mouth bit her left breast, drawing blood.
She whimpered but couldn't make a noise any louder, she was so tired.
He shoved a finger into her roughly, stretching her unwilling flesh.
His other hand went up her body to uncover a nipple. He bit on it sharply and pulled down his zip.
In her head she was begging him to stop and screaming at him but the drug had taken effect.
She felt his manhood nudging at her centre. He waited for a moment, watching as her eyes opened and fear flashed through them. She was begging, Cordelia Chase was begging and he knew it.
With one thrust he was inside her and tearing her apart.
Tears of pain and helplessness slid down her cheeks. Seeing them seemed to excite him more and he began pounding in and out of her helpless body.
Murmurs of pain escaped her mouth but gradually the drug and pain overcame her and she passed out, humility and shame burning her body until she felt it would kill her. And then she wished it would.
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: In 1998, Angel befriends Cordelia when the going gets tough.
Cordelia dressed in a black mini and a red chiffon blouse. Her car keys in her hand she checked her reflection again and hurried out of the house. The empty house, only God knew where her parents were. She didn't really care; she preferred to be alone anyway.
She started her car and drove the one mile to school, letting the wind create a little volume in her hair.
She sped into the car park, sending people scattering to get out of the way. Cordelia Chase stopped for no-one.
Stepping out she noticed Buffy, Xander and Willow straight away. Great, she thought, just what I need first thing in the morning.
She walked past them and went straight to her locker, since that debacle with Xander Harris she didn't have anyone to stand around and gossip with so she usually went straight to her locker or to the library before first class. Today she did both.
She pushed open the library door and saw Giles stood drinking a cup of coffee.
"Good morning Cordelia, how are you this morning?" He enquired pleasantly.
"I'm okay I guess, I pulled a couple of stitches last night." She told him, placing a hand on her wound.
"How did that happen?" He asked. "Not a demon or vampire attack I hope?"
"No, just a slayer attack." She complained. "Do you think you could possibly keep your slayer under control?"
He looked worried. "She didn't attack you?"
She sighed. "No, she was flinging a vampire around and knocked me into a garbage pile outside the Bronze."
Giles's face flashed from pity to concern. "Are you okay?"
She sat down stiffly on one of the chairs. "You're the first person that's asked me that."
He smiled. "It doesn't mean that I'm the only one that cares."
She snorted. "Yeah, 'cause people are swarming around me right now aren't they? Even my parents are away somewhere."
"Your parents aren't home?" He looked startled. "Perhaps it isn't such a good idea that you're on your own right now."
"What am I supposed to do then? Start paying people to be near me, I don't think so. I have to get to class."
"If you ever want to talk Cordelia, you know where I am." He offered.
She smiled. "Thanks Giles."
She passed Buffy on the way out but neither girl said anything.
"What did she want?" Buffy asked Giles, staring at the door Cordelia had just gone through.
"I think she's lonely." Giles replied. "Perhaps you might strain yourself to include her a bit more."
"Cordelia, lonely? Right. Is that the line she spun you?"
"Buffy, shut up."
Cordelia was bored; the history class was so not interesting. Why the hell did she need to know why Hitler wanted to bomb England? She looked up and realised that Buffy was staring at her.
"What?" She whispered.
"Nothing." She replied quietly.
"No, come on Buffy." Cordelia snapped, not realising her voice had risen and everyone, including their teacher was now listening. "If you have a problem here all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and keep your eyes off of me! Now if you will excuse me!"
She stood up from the desk, breathing a little harder as her stitches stretched.
"Uh, Miss Chase." The teacher interrupted. "You're in the middle of a class."
She paused. "Go shove your class up your."
Her words were muffled as a hand clamped over her mouth and started dragging her out of the room.
Great, she thought, I get kidnapped in the middle of school and not one person, even the slayer, moves to help me.
Once she was out of the door the hand released her and she spun to apprehend her assailant.
"Xander?" She exclaimed in disgust. "Who the hell gave you permission to help me or even touch me?"
He took a deep breath. "Cordy, I."
"Hey, I think you lost all Cordy rights the moment yours and Willow's lips touched!" She snapped and turned to leave.
He grabbed her arm. "Cordelia, I'm so sorry. I never got the chance to tell you that in the hospital. I know how hard it is for you right now but you have to stop this and get over it."
Her eyes blazed. "Don't you dare tell me to get over it! I have lost everything over you. My friends, my pride, my life, my hea. Everything!"
His face softened. "Cordy, you're self destructing."
"I've just told you to stop calling me that!" She snapped and ran a hand over her eyes.
"Okay, but listen to me, you need to deal before you end up getting yourself in trouble. What was that back there? You were freaking out over nothing!"
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do." She warned and then set off down the hall, her heels clicking on the tiles. "And Xander, you're a lousy kisser!"
She got into her car and thought, to hell with school, like she even wanted to be there anywhere.
She gunned the engine and sped out of the parking lot. She drove around for a while and then stopped at a bar just out of town, granted it wasn't a very nice bar but it was a bar that was open in the afternoon and it sold alcohol. And luckily, she had her cousin's ID on her which she could use to get served.
She'd never been a big drinker and, as she was only seventeen, she shouldn't be a drinker at all. But during the hard times in life sometimes she'd found it easier to look at her life after a couple of shots of tequila or vodka.
She went into the bar, fluffing her hair and noticed it was suitably empty.
"ID." The man behind the bar grunted.
She flashed the ID and ordered a vodka and coke. Taking it she sat in the corner of the bar, near enough the door but still hidden enough in case, God forbid, someone she knew came in. Yeah right, she thought as she sipped her drink, 'cause someone I know is going to end up here.
She didn't even look up when someone sat down next to her.
"Can I borrow a light?"
"I don't smoke." She replied, without looking up.
"Maybe you should." He suggested.
She looked up into the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. "Why's that?"
He smiled. "You look sad."
She smiled slightly. "From anyone I know right now that would sound like a gloat."
He frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged. "Life sucks right?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It depends."
"On what?"
"On whose company you keep." He replied. "I'll go and get you another vodka and coke; it looks like you need it."
He got up from the table and gave Cordelia a chance to study him. He was the typical tall, dark and handsome she went for, with the exception of Xander.
He came back with her drink and a shot of whiskey.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Cordelia."
When she didn't ask his he offered his name to her. "I'm Greg."
She nodded.
"What's making you so sad?"
"My entire life." She replied, looking into her drink.
"Can't be that bad."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
So she did. She spent hours talking and telling him what was wrong with her life right now. Before she knew it she was on the wrong side of tipsy and it was dark outside.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked her, sitting closer to her now that they 'knew' each other.
"I was going to go to the Bronze, heard of it?"
He nodded. "I'll order us a cab, we can go together."
"I've got my car." She slurred. "Outside."
"Okay." He agreed. "Let's go."
It was a challenge but she managed to get them there in one piece. Although the car might need a trip to the garage.
He handed the door man the cover for both of them and they went inside.
Although Cordelia had never actually tried to use her cousin's ID in the Bronze the barman gave them drinks without asking any questions.
He led her to a table near the dance floor.
"Do you want to dance?" He asked.
She could feel eyes on her from all over the club. She glanced around quickly and saw Harmony and her former friends in a group on the side of the dance floor. She saw Buffy and Angel sat with Xander and Willow.
With a look of scorn their way she accepted his offer.
"Wow." Buffy stated.
"What?" Xander asked.
"Look at Cordelia." She pointed to where Cordelia and Greg were dancing very close and very slow together. "Talk about making a statement."
"What kind of statement is that?" Angel asked.
"That is a statement saying 'look at me, I'm single again and ready to turn into a great big slut again'." Buffy decided.
"Pretty good one." Willow agreed.
"Oh my God." Harmony announced. "Look at the state of the people they're letting in here now."
"Oh, that Sarah Jane, I already noticed her." One of the other girls said.
Harmony shot her a dirty look. "No, Cordelia. Blind drunk and doesn't care who sees her. What a ho."
Her friends nodded.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I see a jock over there I haven't danced with yet!"
"I want to get out of here right now." Greg whispered in Cordelia's ear and then dropped a kiss on her neck.
"Why?" She asked in her drunken state.
"I need you to myself." He replied and started leading her out of the club.
"Okay." She let herself be led.
He took her down the alley next to the Bronze.
"What are you doing?" She asked as he placed her in between him and the wall.
"Just relax." He whispered and started to kiss her.
Returning his kisses with ones of her own she started to relax. That is, until he began to lift her skirt and slide his hand up her leg.
"Hey, don't do that." She told him, grabbing his hand.
"What if I don't want to?" He leered.
Her head began to spin. "I don't care; you need to stop. I think I drank too much, I need to go home."
"You didn't drink too much, that was the drug I put in your drink a half hour ago." He told her, a grin on his face.
Her breathing became more laboured and sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lip.
"What did you do to me?"
"Baby, I think the question is what I am going to do to you."
With a gentle shove she was on the floor, her skirt around her waist.
She shoved his hand away from her face and was rewarded with a harsh punch to her jaw.
In her dazed state she felt her thong being removed and her blouse being torn open. Her eyes drooped but she was still conscious. Her body felt paralysed, even screaming seemed impossible.
She felt his hands slide up her legs, spreading them apart as his mouth bit her left breast, drawing blood.
She whimpered but couldn't make a noise any louder, she was so tired.
He shoved a finger into her roughly, stretching her unwilling flesh.
His other hand went up her body to uncover a nipple. He bit on it sharply and pulled down his zip.
In her head she was begging him to stop and screaming at him but the drug had taken effect.
She felt his manhood nudging at her centre. He waited for a moment, watching as her eyes opened and fear flashed through them. She was begging, Cordelia Chase was begging and he knew it.
With one thrust he was inside her and tearing her apart.
Tears of pain and helplessness slid down her cheeks. Seeing them seemed to excite him more and he began pounding in and out of her helpless body.
Murmurs of pain escaped her mouth but gradually the drug and pain overcame her and she passed out, humility and shame burning her body until she felt it would kill her. And then she wished it would.
