DISCLAIMER: For the last time I do not own Angel...only Chance and Cordelia.
Everyone she had loved was dead. Since the death of her parents, Watcher, and lover, Cordelia Wyndam-Price had been compared to Faith, a rogue Vampire Slayer. Her parents had died of complications from being brought back to life; a feat that Cordelia herself hadn't accomplished yet- being dead and brought back to life.
Her Watcher, Andrew, had killed himself while being allured by the vampire Drusilla. Cordelia staked Drusilla and felt sorrowful for Andrew. He had always been good to her.
Spike, her lover, was killed by another Slayer who didn't know that Cordelia and Spike were together. Spike had gotten over his obsession with Buffy Summers and was intrigued by Cordelia and her impressive moves while battling evil and while battling him.
Her pain now was far less than what she had experienced in the ten years of knowing she was a Slayer. Every vampire and demon had feared her and the Watcher's Council had dubbed her the greatest Slayer they had ever seen. Nobody would be responsible for her death. The blood from her slit wrist was now coming quickly. They would explain her psychological persona as her father was serving darker forces after kidnapping Angel's son, Connor. Her mother was unstable after living in Pylea and her body being taken over by Illyria.
They were probably right. Her parents were probably a couple who shouldl have never attempted to have offspring, but they had her. She greatly missed them. Their legacy wouldn't be carried on by Cordelia's children, for she never had any since her only true relationship was with Spike.
The blood was dripping faster and faster. She would be gone soon.
A/N: I know it's short but it's the last chapter. I want to thank the reviewers for reading this, even if it did make you sick. Thanks.
