The Vampire and the Princess
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katleeptTitle: The Vampire and the Princess
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia, Ensemble
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice: #602: Lore
Warning(s): Character Deaths, AU
Word Count: 780
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Cordelia Chase isn't as uneducated as most people think she is. She used to read quite often back in her bedroom in Sunnydale, California, before it became the big, gaping hole in the earth it is today. She used to read biographics of famous actresses to see how they got their start and how they kept their way clawed on top of America. She used to read books -- all right, mostly magazines -- about how to win the affections of the man of your dreams, how to keep it, and how to wow every other man in a ten mile radius. She used to tuck actual books inside of her magazines, too, and read much deeper materials.
The stuff was often boring, but she knew it was an education she needed. She needed to not only know how to keep her way on top but how to survive the monsters that hit her classmates and herself every night. She needed to know how to get the attention of one of those said "monsters", how to beat a Slayer out for him, and how to keep him. But the books were wrong. The lore always talked about how Vampires were Immortal and were left to mourn any mere human they loved. They never warned her that she might lose her monster.
Sunlight pours into the room in which she's sat for hours. She stares out blindly into the bright sunlight. She used to move from such golden puddles of light, but not today. There was so much she gave up to be with Angel -- she could have been that famous actress/model, after all --, but there's no longer any sense in moving. There's no longer any sense in any of it.
"Cordelia, he wants us to move."
"Angel wouldn't want us to stay here, Brown Eyes. You know it."
"Hell, I should just pick her up and move her."
If she hears them, she makes no sign of it. She doesn't blink. She doesn't turn her head, not from the sunlight or from the other sounds she hears down below in the building, the sounds of walls being broken down and glass being shattered. Angel is gone. There is no more sense or reason in any of this. There is no more sense or reason in anything.
"I fear we may be too late."
"Hell. Y'all get her outta here."
"You are not going into this battle alone."
"Then come on, English. We'll die together."
She doesn't look up as her friends run out of the room. She doesn't blink when she hears their screams moments later. She still doesn't move when green hands shake her forcibly. She just keeps staring into that sunlight, the sunlight from which she used to move what now feels like years ago. it doesn't matter. Nothing matters any more, not without him.
"Angel wouldn't want this! You're making his death be in vain, Princess!"
A blow finally rattles her. She looks up at the perfectly manicured green hand that dared to strike her cheek and beyond it to the face so full of worry and fear. "Finally. We've got to move, Princess."
"You move," she says softly. "I'm not moving anywhere." She shakes her head, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders. "Not any more." She would have moved anywhere for him. She would have done anything he asked, even move aside for the damn Slayer as she had for too long. Tears streak down her face, but then there's another explosion.
This time, she barely feels it, but then she's drifting. She's drifting through empty air down into waiting, and strong, arms. "Angel!" She looks up into his face and smiles. She's finally getting her reward for all this long years of waiting, all these years of being brave and standing beside him when all the books told her to run away.
"I told you to fight without me."
"They did. I . . . I couldn't. Nothing mattered without you."
"Well, I'm here now."
She smiles. "Yes. Yes, you are. Now, salty goodness, where's my reward?"
He smiles; his flash of fangs no longer bothers her. "Is that all you're studying, Princess?"
Her fingers curl around the collar of the black leather jacket he's somehow managed to keep here in Heaven. She doesn't realize it's only a facade. "You're all I've studied for years," she admits.
His grin grows. "Aren't I the lucky one?"
"Yes, you are. Now kiss me," she demands, and he hesitates no more. His lips touch down on hers. His tongue twists around hers, and Cordelia is home, in his arms and in his heart, at last.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia, Ensemble
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge:
writers_choice: #602: LoreWarning(s): Character Deaths, AU
Word Count: 780
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Cordelia Chase isn't as uneducated as most people think she is. She used to read quite often back in her bedroom in Sunnydale, California, before it became the big, gaping hole in the earth it is today. She used to read biographics of famous actresses to see how they got their start and how they kept their way clawed on top of America. She used to read books -- all right, mostly magazines -- about how to win the affections of the man of your dreams, how to keep it, and how to wow every other man in a ten mile radius. She used to tuck actual books inside of her magazines, too, and read much deeper materials.
The stuff was often boring, but she knew it was an education she needed. She needed to not only know how to keep her way on top but how to survive the monsters that hit her classmates and herself every night. She needed to know how to get the attention of one of those said "monsters", how to beat a Slayer out for him, and how to keep him. But the books were wrong. The lore always talked about how Vampires were Immortal and were left to mourn any mere human they loved. They never warned her that she might lose her monster.
Sunlight pours into the room in which she's sat for hours. She stares out blindly into the bright sunlight. She used to move from such golden puddles of light, but not today. There was so much she gave up to be with Angel -- she could have been that famous actress/model, after all --, but there's no longer any sense in moving. There's no longer any sense in any of it.
"Cordelia, he wants us to move."
"Angel wouldn't want us to stay here, Brown Eyes. You know it."
"Hell, I should just pick her up and move her."
If she hears them, she makes no sign of it. She doesn't blink. She doesn't turn her head, not from the sunlight or from the other sounds she hears down below in the building, the sounds of walls being broken down and glass being shattered. Angel is gone. There is no more sense or reason in any of this. There is no more sense or reason in anything.
"I fear we may be too late."
"Hell. Y'all get her outta here."
"You are not going into this battle alone."
"Then come on, English. We'll die together."
She doesn't look up as her friends run out of the room. She doesn't blink when she hears their screams moments later. She still doesn't move when green hands shake her forcibly. She just keeps staring into that sunlight, the sunlight from which she used to move what now feels like years ago. it doesn't matter. Nothing matters any more, not without him.
"Angel wouldn't want this! You're making his death be in vain, Princess!"
A blow finally rattles her. She looks up at the perfectly manicured green hand that dared to strike her cheek and beyond it to the face so full of worry and fear. "Finally. We've got to move, Princess."
"You move," she says softly. "I'm not moving anywhere." She shakes her head, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders. "Not any more." She would have moved anywhere for him. She would have done anything he asked, even move aside for the damn Slayer as she had for too long. Tears streak down her face, but then there's another explosion.
This time, she barely feels it, but then she's drifting. She's drifting through empty air down into waiting, and strong, arms. "Angel!" She looks up into his face and smiles. She's finally getting her reward for all this long years of waiting, all these years of being brave and standing beside him when all the books told her to run away.
"I told you to fight without me."
"They did. I . . . I couldn't. Nothing mattered without you."
"Well, I'm here now."
She smiles. "Yes. Yes, you are. Now, salty goodness, where's my reward?"
He smiles; his flash of fangs no longer bothers her. "Is that all you're studying, Princess?"
Her fingers curl around the collar of the black leather jacket he's somehow managed to keep here in Heaven. She doesn't realize it's only a facade. "You're all I've studied for years," she admits.
His grin grows. "Aren't I the lucky one?"
"Yes, you are. Now kiss me," she demands, and he hesitates no more. His lips touch down on hers. His tongue twists around hers, and Cordelia is home, in his arms and in his heart, at last.
The End
