Evil's Freed
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katleeptTitle: Evil's Freed
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia, past Angel/Buffy
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: I hear that your old flame/Is a pure breed/Me? I guess you could say/I'm a Siamese
Warning(s): Character Deaths, Buffy not exactly shown in a good light
Word Count: 706
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
She backs slowly away from him, trying to quiet the frantic hammering of her heart which she's sure he's already heard. This isn't like Angel, but she knows her visions couldn't have come true -- not yet, at least. Angel loves her; he wouldn't have found his happiness with any one else.
"Angel," she resumes, trying to keep her voice and body both from shaking, "you know I love you, but you know we can't do this. Not yet. Not until Willow finds that cure. Buffy should've known better, but that little bitch would have followed you anywhere. She was a good dog; she always let you take the lead. But you're not leading this. We're not going there."
"She was a dog. She was a bitch who never deserved you. But I'm a cat, and I know better. I'm smarter, wiser, more -- "
Chills sweep through her as he laughs openly at her. Cold dread seeps into her very bones as his smile twists and opens to reveal a full mouth of glistening fangs. She gulps; there's one already dripping with blood. This is not her Angel. She doesn't know how it's happened without them having sex, but he is not the man she loves.
"Oh, you mortals! Always thinking you know better!" he crows.
"How the Hell did you get out?" she demands icily. "We didn't have sex!" It's because of him that she has refused Angel every time they have gotten too hot together. Her water bill is sky high simply because of all the cold showers she's been taking ever since they admitted their love to each other.
"You always think you're so smart, but guess what, cheerleader? My freedom didn't have anything to do with sex! Sure, it took sex to free me back when he was dating the Slayer -- like you yourself said, she was an eager, little bitch -- but with you . . . "
He sneers and laughs, and she almost wishes she was already dead. She knows it's only a matter of time for here she is with no weapon. She puts a hand in her pocket, quickly dials a number. It will do no good to save her life, but maybe, in the end, it will save Angel. Every time she thinks he's done with Buffy, he ends up back in the Slayer's lap again, but at least she can save him whereas she herself has failed.
"All it took was you telling him you loved him." The evil Vampire before her grins with all the wickedness he possesses with his lack of a working soul.
"No," Cordelia whispers, aghast, realizing what he has said. Tears drop from her hazel eyes.
"Oh, yes! From the moment you told him you loved him, I started clawing my way out from inside of him, and now here I am, free and . . . "
The door behind him bursts open. Wesley charges in, stakes in both hands, but Angelus whirls smoothly, grabs one hand, dives Wesley's stake into the former Watcher's own stomach. Wes falls back onto the floor, blood seeping out of him. Angelus whips back onto Cordelia, yellow eyes shining and evil grin full of his twisted, sick joy. "Enough chatter," he growls and pounces.
She's prepared for this moment in her head and nightmares a thousand times. She'd thought she'd had the answer. She'd thought Angel would be safe as long as she loved him but didn't have sex with him. They all had. And now the love that has meant so much to her for years has doomed them all.
She opens her mouth for one last retort, but his fangs bury deep into her throat. Her eyes roll back into her head. This isn't the man she loves. He's a monster, a sick, twisted monster! But his mouth on her neck feels so, so good. She trembles in his arms, but her shakes are no longer from fear. She goes limp, her last thought being that at least she and Angel will be together in death. She never even suspects that she is soon to become a Princess -- Angelus' Princess -- and she will never see her true Angel again.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Angel/Cordelia, past Angel/Buffy
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: I hear that your old flame/Is a pure breed/Me? I guess you could say/I'm a Siamese
Warning(s): Character Deaths, Buffy not exactly shown in a good light
Word Count: 706
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
She backs slowly away from him, trying to quiet the frantic hammering of her heart which she's sure he's already heard. This isn't like Angel, but she knows her visions couldn't have come true -- not yet, at least. Angel loves her; he wouldn't have found his happiness with any one else.
"Angel," she resumes, trying to keep her voice and body both from shaking, "you know I love you, but you know we can't do this. Not yet. Not until Willow finds that cure. Buffy should've known better, but that little bitch would have followed you anywhere. She was a good dog; she always let you take the lead. But you're not leading this. We're not going there."
"She was a dog. She was a bitch who never deserved you. But I'm a cat, and I know better. I'm smarter, wiser, more -- "
Chills sweep through her as he laughs openly at her. Cold dread seeps into her very bones as his smile twists and opens to reveal a full mouth of glistening fangs. She gulps; there's one already dripping with blood. This is not her Angel. She doesn't know how it's happened without them having sex, but he is not the man she loves.
"Oh, you mortals! Always thinking you know better!" he crows.
"How the Hell did you get out?" she demands icily. "We didn't have sex!" It's because of him that she has refused Angel every time they have gotten too hot together. Her water bill is sky high simply because of all the cold showers she's been taking ever since they admitted their love to each other.
"You always think you're so smart, but guess what, cheerleader? My freedom didn't have anything to do with sex! Sure, it took sex to free me back when he was dating the Slayer -- like you yourself said, she was an eager, little bitch -- but with you . . . "
He sneers and laughs, and she almost wishes she was already dead. She knows it's only a matter of time for here she is with no weapon. She puts a hand in her pocket, quickly dials a number. It will do no good to save her life, but maybe, in the end, it will save Angel. Every time she thinks he's done with Buffy, he ends up back in the Slayer's lap again, but at least she can save him whereas she herself has failed.
"All it took was you telling him you loved him." The evil Vampire before her grins with all the wickedness he possesses with his lack of a working soul.
"No," Cordelia whispers, aghast, realizing what he has said. Tears drop from her hazel eyes.
"Oh, yes! From the moment you told him you loved him, I started clawing my way out from inside of him, and now here I am, free and . . . "
The door behind him bursts open. Wesley charges in, stakes in both hands, but Angelus whirls smoothly, grabs one hand, dives Wesley's stake into the former Watcher's own stomach. Wes falls back onto the floor, blood seeping out of him. Angelus whips back onto Cordelia, yellow eyes shining and evil grin full of his twisted, sick joy. "Enough chatter," he growls and pounces.
She's prepared for this moment in her head and nightmares a thousand times. She'd thought she'd had the answer. She'd thought Angel would be safe as long as she loved him but didn't have sex with him. They all had. And now the love that has meant so much to her for years has doomed them all.
She opens her mouth for one last retort, but his fangs bury deep into her throat. Her eyes roll back into her head. This isn't the man she loves. He's a monster, a sick, twisted monster! But his mouth on her neck feels so, so good. She trembles in his arms, but her shakes are no longer from fear. She goes limp, her last thought being that at least she and Angel will be together in death. She never even suspects that she is soon to become a Princess -- Angelus' Princess -- and she will never see her true Angel again.
The End
