Title: Destiny
Author: Innocence
Disclaimer: I don't own any thing that I am writing about (which really
sux) the Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and the rest of his gang.
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Author Notes: This is set as an AU season 2. Cordelia is already hanging
out with the Scooby Gang but isn't going out with Xander. Visit my site at
darkspirits.true.ws
Content: A/C, B/S, some C/X A/S B/C and W/D
Cordelia lay in her bed, surrounded by flowery blankets and pillows, breathing heavily. Suddenly she lashed out, grabbing at her thick, sweat matted hair. She whimpered softly and pulled her comforter tightly around her.
'Cordelia! Help me!' a voice called out from the white abyss that was her dream land.
'You have responsibilities, a destiny to fulfill!' Yelled another voice from a different direction.
Voices and echoes filled her head, screaming, shattering her mind.
Cordelia pressed her hands tightly to her head, willing the sounds to go away. And suddenly they faded out, leaving her mind empty, but only for a moment.
She was in her dream plane again, surrounded by woods. The darkness seemed to cloak the forest so that the light from the full moon couldn't even illuminate it. A lake was off to the side, but other then that it was complete woods as far as she could see. The timberland was a melange of pine and oak, giving the whole area a smell of wooded freshness.
Cordy shivered and rubbed her arms trying to create heat. Her hands came in connect with delicate satin. Puzzled the new slayer realized that she wasn't in her PJ's but a beautiful dress unlike any designer original she had.
The moon seemed to shift a little so the gown was enlightened by its borrowed light.
Half in fear half in wonder, Cordelia gazed at the dress. It was made of dark purple silk with a layer of black underneath it, making it look darker then it was. It was sleeveless - allowing the cold to bite away at her arms. Black satin arm sleeves traveled up her arm to mid-bicepe. Intricate celtic patterns wove their way around the sleeves.
A sudden sparkle caught her eye. Around her neck hung an elegant silver chain, that held a simple pendant. A silver seven pointed star with each point filled in with alternating onyx and amethyst. Cordelia had experience with jewelry of that quality. At an auction it would fetch a pretty price.
It kept Cordelia's eye as she studied it for several long moments.
"Its so beautiful," she whispered. Almost like if she talked any louder then that it would shatter.
Her slayer senses tingled and Cordelia whirled just in time to stop an arrow that was aimed for her head.
A quartet of demons materialized out of the blackness, all cloaked in long hooded black robes, disabling Cordelia from seeing their faces.
Steel plated, clawed hands gleamed dully and grasped unique weapons.
"Oh damn," Cordelia swore under her breath. A sudden weight tugged her arm down. A silver sword with the same seven-pointed-star from the necklace engraved in the hilt.
Without giving any thought she swung at the closet hooded figure. Unsuspecting, the blade cut deep in the things stomach. Black blood boiled from the wound. She swung at him again, this time cutting off his head. He disappeared entirely.
One down, two to go.
The next attacked first, swinging a mace at her. Cordelia stood her ground, braced in a fighting stance. She allowed the weapon to get within a foot of her head before slicing the monster's arm off at the elbow and then repeatedly stabbing it through the heart. It, too, disappeared.
The remaining two charged her together. One shot continuous arrows, the other swinging a rapier.
Cordelia easily dodged the rapier, but dropped to the ground on her knees. She tried to stay away from the arrows, and deflected any arrows that came to close with her sword.
A tiny pinpoint of white light started at the back of the forest, but soon Cordelia had to squint to keep her eyes on the demons that continued their attack. The light kept growing larger and larger until it incased the entire forest.
The demons screamed in pain, seemingly disbanding into the light. But the light stayed even after the demons were gone.
Cordelia shielded her eyes against the blinding light, making out a figure.
'The Meticulaar,' It whispered. The voice was soft and feminin, reminding Cordy of her girlhood dreams of what an angel's voice would sound.
'Many trials await you, Meticulaar.'
Cordelia was stunned into silence.
'Nobody has ever defeated the Yastine.'
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~```
Cordelia woke in a cold sweat. "Guess weird dreams come with the territory."
She pulled the covers back and walked sleepily toward her bathroom. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared. The moonlight shone through her open window and shone steadily down onto the dream dress. Beside it lay the sword.
Silently she padded over to the window seat where it lay and touched the smooth fabric.
It was real. It wasn't a dream.
Her hand trailed from the dress to her throat. The necklace was there too.
Cordelia lay in her bed, surrounded by flowery blankets and pillows, breathing heavily. Suddenly she lashed out, grabbing at her thick, sweat matted hair. She whimpered softly and pulled her comforter tightly around her.
'Cordelia! Help me!' a voice called out from the white abyss that was her dream land.
'You have responsibilities, a destiny to fulfill!' Yelled another voice from a different direction.
Voices and echoes filled her head, screaming, shattering her mind.
Cordelia pressed her hands tightly to her head, willing the sounds to go away. And suddenly they faded out, leaving her mind empty, but only for a moment.
She was in her dream plane again, surrounded by woods. The darkness seemed to cloak the forest so that the light from the full moon couldn't even illuminate it. A lake was off to the side, but other then that it was complete woods as far as she could see. The timberland was a melange of pine and oak, giving the whole area a smell of wooded freshness.
Cordy shivered and rubbed her arms trying to create heat. Her hands came in connect with delicate satin. Puzzled the new slayer realized that she wasn't in her PJ's but a beautiful dress unlike any designer original she had.
The moon seemed to shift a little so the gown was enlightened by its borrowed light.
Half in fear half in wonder, Cordelia gazed at the dress. It was made of dark purple silk with a layer of black underneath it, making it look darker then it was. It was sleeveless - allowing the cold to bite away at her arms. Black satin arm sleeves traveled up her arm to mid-bicepe. Intricate celtic patterns wove their way around the sleeves.
A sudden sparkle caught her eye. Around her neck hung an elegant silver chain, that held a simple pendant. A silver seven pointed star with each point filled in with alternating onyx and amethyst. Cordelia had experience with jewelry of that quality. At an auction it would fetch a pretty price.
It kept Cordelia's eye as she studied it for several long moments.
"Its so beautiful," she whispered. Almost like if she talked any louder then that it would shatter.
Her slayer senses tingled and Cordelia whirled just in time to stop an arrow that was aimed for her head.
A quartet of demons materialized out of the blackness, all cloaked in long hooded black robes, disabling Cordelia from seeing their faces.
Steel plated, clawed hands gleamed dully and grasped unique weapons.
"Oh damn," Cordelia swore under her breath. A sudden weight tugged her arm down. A silver sword with the same seven-pointed-star from the necklace engraved in the hilt.
Without giving any thought she swung at the closet hooded figure. Unsuspecting, the blade cut deep in the things stomach. Black blood boiled from the wound. She swung at him again, this time cutting off his head. He disappeared entirely.
One down, two to go.
The next attacked first, swinging a mace at her. Cordelia stood her ground, braced in a fighting stance. She allowed the weapon to get within a foot of her head before slicing the monster's arm off at the elbow and then repeatedly stabbing it through the heart. It, too, disappeared.
The remaining two charged her together. One shot continuous arrows, the other swinging a rapier.
Cordelia easily dodged the rapier, but dropped to the ground on her knees. She tried to stay away from the arrows, and deflected any arrows that came to close with her sword.
A tiny pinpoint of white light started at the back of the forest, but soon Cordelia had to squint to keep her eyes on the demons that continued their attack. The light kept growing larger and larger until it incased the entire forest.
The demons screamed in pain, seemingly disbanding into the light. But the light stayed even after the demons were gone.
Cordelia shielded her eyes against the blinding light, making out a figure.
'The Meticulaar,' It whispered. The voice was soft and feminin, reminding Cordy of her girlhood dreams of what an angel's voice would sound.
'Many trials await you, Meticulaar.'
Cordelia was stunned into silence.
'Nobody has ever defeated the Yastine.'
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~```
Cordelia woke in a cold sweat. "Guess weird dreams come with the territory."
She pulled the covers back and walked sleepily toward her bathroom. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared. The moonlight shone through her open window and shone steadily down onto the dream dress. Beside it lay the sword.
Silently she padded over to the window seat where it lay and touched the smooth fabric.
It was real. It wasn't a dream.
Her hand trailed from the dress to her throat. The necklace was there too.