~ AN- Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update! I have been so busy, but now that school is out for the summer, I'll be able to update more! Anyway, like I said at the first of last chapter, in case any of you guys didn't want to read through the torture parts, heres what happened. Cordy was tortured in many excoriating ways by Knite and after the pain became way too much, the woman passed out. There, that's about all, but there was more detail than that! Peace out! ~
Disclaimer- Still don't own.
Chapter 9
When Angel came back to the land of the living, the wooden stake was still plastered deep in his stomach, sending flashes of pain traveling up his body. Tenderly, he lifted his head and stared at the wood. With even more care, he lifted his arm and gripped the stake tightly. He pulled on it while trying to keep a cry of pain from escaping his bloody lips.
When the stake was out of his stomach, he threw it to the side and laid his head back down on the ground. With a sudden start, he remembered exactly what had happened. Knite had Cordy.
Angel sat up so fast that it made pain from his wound shot up through his body like a bullet hitting a target. How long had he been out??!! He wondered franticly. In horror, he looked towards the large hold in the wall from where Knite had made her entrance.
The sun was now high up in the sky and Angel noticed that if he had lain where he was much longer, the streams of sunlight would have reached and fried him within a half an hour. But another realization hit him like a stonewall. If it was day time, that meant that Knite had already begun torturing Cordy...and it made Angel wonder, with a sick sense of horror and disgust, how long could Cordy last against the queen of all vampires?
His heart sunk in his chest when he realized that he wouldn't be able to rush off and rescue Cordy at this moment. One, the sun was up and two he didn't think he'd be able to go very far with his wound still exposed.
~ I'll never be able to save her, ~ Angel thought fearfully ~ She's going to die! Why didn't I make her leave, I should have made her leave! Why was I so stupid to believe that I'd be able to protect her against Knite!? Knite's unbeatable, and now Cordy is going to die because of my mistake! I let her down! ~
Slowly, Angel braced himself against the nearest solid object and pulled himself to his feet. His body shrieked in pain for him not to move, that his wound wasn't going to get any better if he put pressure on it, but Angel had to ignore the pain.... he had to save Cordy.
Slowly, still bracing himself against the wall, he started to walk towards where the weapons were stored. He knew he had no chance of beating Knite, but he had to at least try. He had to try to save Cordy, he loved her too much to accept the fact she was probably already dead.
~ If she's dead, ~ Angel thought, his heart becoming sicker by each passing minute he thought she was dead, ~ I don't know what I'll do. She's the only reason I really try to help anyone any more, she's my inspiration...my hope. I love her so much, and if I don't get a chance to tell her just how much I do love her, I'll never be able to live with myself. ~
Finally, Angel made it to where the weapons were stored and pulled out a sword. He looked at the sword with admiration. He had killed some pretty wicked demons with this weapon, and it was probably his favorite here, and if he was going up against Knite for keeps, he hoped that this sword would show him victory, even if it was for the last time.
There was one question that seemed to be haunting Angel's mind. Am I afraid to die? Sure, he was technically dead, but was he afraid to be dust, to not be able to walk this Earth. He remembered all the times he had wished he was dead, was dust. Back before Buffy, before he really had a reason to fight, he had always thought about just taking a giant step into the sunlight one morning and ending it all. Death itself didn't scare him; he had experienced it quite a few times. When he had been sired, the time Buffy had been forced to kill him, the time he had almost stepped out into the sunlight that fateful Christmas morning, and then there was that time that he had been trapped at the bottom of the ocean, slowly dying from lack of blood, but now the thought of being terminated from Knite scared him.
There was an even bigger thought that scared him. Life without Cordy. Could he live without her, without her love? He had just confessed how he cared about her only a few hours ago, and if she was ripped away from him now, it just didn't seem fair. How could Knite do this to him? Why couldn't she just have come after him, not the others? Damn her!
There was still the rest of the afternoon before sunset, before he could go and rescue Cordy, and he didn't know how long he could just sit around while knowing Cordy was being tortured. He also needed blood. He had lost too much while he had been unconscious, and if he didn't get some soon, he didn't know what he would do.
Holding the hilt of his sword tightly, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. He reached it and pulled open the fridge. He pulled out a large container of blood and had it completely gone with four large gulps.
Now, all he had to do was wait until nightfall before he could go rescue the woman he loved from the queen of his kind.
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The sun finally started to set after Angel waited every excruciating hour. The sky outside slowly turned from a brilliant shade of pink into the dark purple color and finally into the black of night. It was time.
His stomach was still in bad shape, but he had wrapped it earlier in an attempt to get it to heal faster. He knew it would prove very bad when he had to go up against Knite, but he didn't care, he had to help Cordy.
He made his way through the dark streets of LA and was surprised when no "Welcoming committee" came to stall him from getting to the warehouse faster. Along the way there, he ran into absolutely no trouble.
Finally, he reached the warehouse where Knite said she'd be holding Cordy. The large building loomed over Angel, making memories of the night he had almost got rid of Knite resurface.
Without any hesitation, he started to walk into the building, sallowing his fear of Knite.
" It's time to kick some ass!"
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~ AN- Hey! So what did y'all think? Well, please review and tell me! Happy late Canada day if any of you are Canadians! (I am!! I AM CANADIAN!) And happy July 4th for all you Americans out there! Yes, I love everyone! LOL! Well, I better get going! Until the next chapter! (Which will be coming soon!) Cheerio! ~
Disclaimer- Still don't own.
Chapter 9
When Angel came back to the land of the living, the wooden stake was still plastered deep in his stomach, sending flashes of pain traveling up his body. Tenderly, he lifted his head and stared at the wood. With even more care, he lifted his arm and gripped the stake tightly. He pulled on it while trying to keep a cry of pain from escaping his bloody lips.
When the stake was out of his stomach, he threw it to the side and laid his head back down on the ground. With a sudden start, he remembered exactly what had happened. Knite had Cordy.
Angel sat up so fast that it made pain from his wound shot up through his body like a bullet hitting a target. How long had he been out??!! He wondered franticly. In horror, he looked towards the large hold in the wall from where Knite had made her entrance.
The sun was now high up in the sky and Angel noticed that if he had lain where he was much longer, the streams of sunlight would have reached and fried him within a half an hour. But another realization hit him like a stonewall. If it was day time, that meant that Knite had already begun torturing Cordy...and it made Angel wonder, with a sick sense of horror and disgust, how long could Cordy last against the queen of all vampires?
His heart sunk in his chest when he realized that he wouldn't be able to rush off and rescue Cordy at this moment. One, the sun was up and two he didn't think he'd be able to go very far with his wound still exposed.
~ I'll never be able to save her, ~ Angel thought fearfully ~ She's going to die! Why didn't I make her leave, I should have made her leave! Why was I so stupid to believe that I'd be able to protect her against Knite!? Knite's unbeatable, and now Cordy is going to die because of my mistake! I let her down! ~
Slowly, Angel braced himself against the nearest solid object and pulled himself to his feet. His body shrieked in pain for him not to move, that his wound wasn't going to get any better if he put pressure on it, but Angel had to ignore the pain.... he had to save Cordy.
Slowly, still bracing himself against the wall, he started to walk towards where the weapons were stored. He knew he had no chance of beating Knite, but he had to at least try. He had to try to save Cordy, he loved her too much to accept the fact she was probably already dead.
~ If she's dead, ~ Angel thought, his heart becoming sicker by each passing minute he thought she was dead, ~ I don't know what I'll do. She's the only reason I really try to help anyone any more, she's my inspiration...my hope. I love her so much, and if I don't get a chance to tell her just how much I do love her, I'll never be able to live with myself. ~
Finally, Angel made it to where the weapons were stored and pulled out a sword. He looked at the sword with admiration. He had killed some pretty wicked demons with this weapon, and it was probably his favorite here, and if he was going up against Knite for keeps, he hoped that this sword would show him victory, even if it was for the last time.
There was one question that seemed to be haunting Angel's mind. Am I afraid to die? Sure, he was technically dead, but was he afraid to be dust, to not be able to walk this Earth. He remembered all the times he had wished he was dead, was dust. Back before Buffy, before he really had a reason to fight, he had always thought about just taking a giant step into the sunlight one morning and ending it all. Death itself didn't scare him; he had experienced it quite a few times. When he had been sired, the time Buffy had been forced to kill him, the time he had almost stepped out into the sunlight that fateful Christmas morning, and then there was that time that he had been trapped at the bottom of the ocean, slowly dying from lack of blood, but now the thought of being terminated from Knite scared him.
There was an even bigger thought that scared him. Life without Cordy. Could he live without her, without her love? He had just confessed how he cared about her only a few hours ago, and if she was ripped away from him now, it just didn't seem fair. How could Knite do this to him? Why couldn't she just have come after him, not the others? Damn her!
There was still the rest of the afternoon before sunset, before he could go and rescue Cordy, and he didn't know how long he could just sit around while knowing Cordy was being tortured. He also needed blood. He had lost too much while he had been unconscious, and if he didn't get some soon, he didn't know what he would do.
Holding the hilt of his sword tightly, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. He reached it and pulled open the fridge. He pulled out a large container of blood and had it completely gone with four large gulps.
Now, all he had to do was wait until nightfall before he could go rescue the woman he loved from the queen of his kind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun finally started to set after Angel waited every excruciating hour. The sky outside slowly turned from a brilliant shade of pink into the dark purple color and finally into the black of night. It was time.
His stomach was still in bad shape, but he had wrapped it earlier in an attempt to get it to heal faster. He knew it would prove very bad when he had to go up against Knite, but he didn't care, he had to help Cordy.
He made his way through the dark streets of LA and was surprised when no "Welcoming committee" came to stall him from getting to the warehouse faster. Along the way there, he ran into absolutely no trouble.
Finally, he reached the warehouse where Knite said she'd be holding Cordy. The large building loomed over Angel, making memories of the night he had almost got rid of Knite resurface.
Without any hesitation, he started to walk into the building, sallowing his fear of Knite.
" It's time to kick some ass!"
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~ AN- Hey! So what did y'all think? Well, please review and tell me! Happy late Canada day if any of you are Canadians! (I am!! I AM CANADIAN!) And happy July 4th for all you Americans out there! Yes, I love everyone! LOL! Well, I better get going! Until the next chapter! (Which will be coming soon!) Cheerio! ~