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Shades of Sunnydale: Love's Obsession	By : chayanne Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Damn Xander Harris anyway,” Cordelia Chase stated with venom in her voice.
She would never know what possessed her to even give that dweeb a second glance. Cordelia was head cheerleader, rich, popular, and she knew she was one of the prettiest girls at school. She knew how to dress and accessorize her assets, emphasizing her ample breasts and lean hips with tight skirts and tops. She had dark thick hair that trailed seductively down her back daring men to touch the silky strands. She had golden tan skin and hazel eyes that were filled with fun and mystery. She could have any guy she wanted, having already snagged college boys, football players, and basketball jocks. She could do better than Xander Harris who was a loser with bad clothes and a worse sense of humor. But something about his kisses made her lose rational thoughts and she found herself responding.
Thank god, nobody knew about their encounters in the mop closet.
But tonight was the absolute last straw in their . . . whatever the hell they where. She was Cordelia Chase and somebody better realize that.
There she was spending another night searching endlessly through musty books for information on the latest threat to Sunnydale, somebody called the Judge. She didn’t like the library. She hated Buffy Summers, the Slayer. Like that was supposed to come with a crown and her own set of servants.   Willow Rosenberg was even further down on her hate list. Willow was Xander’s best friend, batting puppy love eyes at him at every chance she got. But she wanted to spend time with Xander . . . god she’d sink low . . . and so she conceded to research in the world of creepy, ugly, and evil.
Then Xander wants to smooch and she fell like a sucker for those eyes. Then somewhere during their make-out session, two things happened that now left her standing outside the school seething in anger and frustration. Number one was the appearance of Willow, who didn’t take the news of Xander and her trading tongues. She ran out of the library crying and Xander, in true suck-as-boyfriend fashion, dashed after her without a single thought to Cordelia. And the second thing that happened was Cry-Buffy arrived in an emotional sobbing mess because she’d lost her Vampire Boyfriend and couldn’t find him anywhere.
Cordelia suggested someone staked him, which caused the entire library to respond negatively. But she was only speaking the truth, Angel was a vampire. Some stake, some dust, and no more boyfriend. Somewhere in the midst of that mess, Giles, Willow, Buffy, and Xander left her sitting in the library alone. Now she was walking to her car in a dark parking lot with knowledge of scary things in the dark.
She refused to give into the pain of rejection, telling herself that she didn’t care. But somewhere inside her, she did. She’d been too much of an outsider in her life for so long that she just wanted to belong to someplace that she wouldn’t have to hide herself. Giles was a single British guy in his mid-forties who cared more about his books than actually dating. Buffy was a slayer with attention issues and a selfish streak. Xander was a goofy nerd. Willow was a computer geek and budding witch. And Cordelia Chase was a fraud.
She said it.
She was a chameleon, turning into whatever people needed her to be. Harmony, Aura and the rest of her group needed a leader and Cordelia was elected to lead. So that meant pushing aside details about herself that they wouldn’t accept. Books and learning were for losers, so she hid her GPA of 4.0 and her permanent place on the honor roll, assuming the roll of ditzy cheerleader. Fashion was number one in her world, which meant wearing uncomfortable clothing with style instead of pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt. And instead of talking about books or what was happening in the news, she talked about boys, parties, clothes, and shoes.
She was a lone, in spite of being surrounded by people everyday. She drove home to a huge empty house that her parents never seemed to stick around long enough to live in with her. There was always something that kept them out of the country, most of the time they never told her their plans, just left and she came home to it empty. They left her a housekeeper of sorts, but she was gone by six in the evening. It left plenty of time for homework and reading. She’d learned early that nothing would change things. If she complained, they gave her money. If she wanted to spend time with them, they gave her credit cards. And if she wanted to go with them on their trips, they brought her a car. Parenting in the making that left her lonely, confused, and desperate for attention.
It was no wonder she was a bitch.
But she was Cordelia Chase, so she hid behind her sarcastic remarks and hurtful comments to avoid actually feeling. That was until Xander Harris dragged her into his world, a world that consisted of monsters and demons and evil lurking under the seemingly normal lifestyle of Sunnydale. And although it frightened her, she thought she was fitting in with that band of misfits.
As she glanced around the darkened parking lot, it seemed she didn’t even belong there. The Scooby troop had no room for her, busy comforting Buffy. She clenched her fists, “Damn Buffy.”
“Sounds like you hate her,” A voice whispered behind her.
Cordelia reacted instinctively and turned to spray them with her pepper spray that was attached to her keys. She heard a loud growl and then she was horrified that she managed to spray Angel in the face. His face had shifted into its vampire form, bumps and ridges changing the normal handsome face into something . . . excitingly dangerous and forbidden. His hands furiously wiped at his eyes, as he glared at her.
“Don’t do that,” She snapped. “You of all people should know that Sunnydale comes equipped with a warning sign.” She gestured around the empty parking lot. “Dark, creatures of the night, and a girl with warm blood.”
Angelus licked his lips at her words.
After spending time with his childe, he decided it was time to let Buffy know exactly who and what he was. He’d planned on having a bit of fun with the slayer before killing her. He planned on starting with her sidekicks, breaking their necks and leaving them for Buffy. Eventually she would jump at shadows alone in the dark and then he would attack and kill her, draining her blood as he watched the light fade from her eyes.
It was a good plan. But that was before he captured this creature in the dark.
From the trees he’d smelled her misery rolling off her waves and it intrigued him. As he paused to study her fully, he found his loins clenching with desire at the dark beauty.   She was intoxicating with her long dark tresses falling down her back, inviting him to brush the strands aside and inhale her scent of apples and jasmine. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her sensuous curves and long legs. The heels only added to the attraction, his eyes wondering to her ankles and moving up her length slowly. Heaven. Her golden skin begged him to kiss and stroke it. Her heart was thundering like music that he yearned to dance to.
He watched as she reached one of her perfectly trimmed nails into her purse and pulled out a tissue, “I’d hate to have Buffy bitch because I damaged her boyfriend.”
Angelus tipped his head and liked the shade of hazel in her eyes, offering mystery and something deeper. He wondered what it would take to seduce this creature to the dark side. She would make a perfect addition to family with that supple body wrapped around him as she breathlessly called out his name in pain and pleasure.
“Boy you’re extra broody tonight,” She observed. “I guess that is probably why Buffy is crying that you’re missing.”
He smiled, “Why are you out here alone?” He inquired, moving closer to the seductive beauty. He didn’t want to talk about the Slayer, he wanted to taste Cordelia.
Cordelia shrugged and lowered her gaze, “Research was boring.”
Angelus sniffed the air and caught the scent of . . . Harris. He growled, his fists clenching with anger and the need to go and smash that loser to a bloody pulp.   The boy would learn soon enough not to touch what belonged to Angelus. And somewhere over the course of this encounter, Cordelia Chase had become his. No one would touch her and live. And if that meant killing Harris, he’d do it with glee.
He controlled his anger, forcing himself not to growl. “Why do I have a feeling Harris has something to do with it?” He accused harshly.
Cordelia lifted her head up and crossed her arms protectively, “What makes you say that?”
That fire that flashed in her hazel eyes burned against his flesh, exciting him. Cordelia was heady and beautiful, the right combination of sassy and intelligence. He inhaled the air and caught the scent of something new: desire. She was attracted to him, and it heightened his senses further. He’d always been eager for the beginning of a game, but this time he wanted it over, especially if she was his prize.
He smiled, whispering, “Because I can smell him all over you.”
“You can?” She squeaked and paled. She said sniffing her clothes and hair, not realizing that he was moving even closer to her body. “It doesn’t smell bad, does it?” She asked, glancing up and realizing how close he’d gotten. “I mean I don’t stink.”
“No,” He moved closer, his face dropping against her hair and inhaling her scent. “You smell like apples and jasmine.” He lifted his head and his breath swept across her cheek as he whispered, “But I am a vampire and I can smell his scent clinging to your clothing.”
She nodded shakily. “Xander Harris is not my finest moment.” She admitted. “But something about the way he kisses me . . .” She stopped talking when she heard him growling softly.
Then she tilted her head up to look into his face and saw the desire swirling in those dark eyes. Cordelia had always been attracted to Angel on some level from their first encounter. But it was all too apparent that he’d only had eyes for the blonde slayer. He brushed by her without a second glance and honed in on Buffy like she was everything to him. It had been a low blow to her ego, considering that she was the most popular girl in school. But after discovering he was a vampire, she was glad he’d denied her. The thought of kissing cold hard lips . . . kissing lips of Angel.
He heart skipped a beat at the thought, and his eyes signaled he’d heard the change.
When did Angel become so earth shattering sexy? He was a broody vampire who didn’t talk much and clung so tightly to the slayer, Cordelia thought they were inseparable. But tonight there was something strangely different about him. Maybe it was the way his eyes were looking at her, as if he never wanted to be apart from her. Whatever had happened to Angel, she had to remember that he belonged to Buffy and was therefore unattainable. Unavailable.
She took a step back. “Maybe you should go find Buffy.”
He took a step closer. “We were talking.”
“I should really . . .” She stepped back. He stepped closer to her, his hard body brushing against her softness. Desire swirled deep inside of her and no matter how hard she fought it, it seemed to be winning. She wet her lips with her tongue, whispering, “Um . . .”
Angelus could smell her arousal with every step he took closer to her. And with every step she took back from him, the closer she came to the building behind her. Just a few more steps and he’d have her. He licked his lips with anticipation. “You were sharing your slipping into Harris’s clutches.” His mouth tightened on the words, but his face reflected no anger. “And why you were standing out here alone.” Waiting for me.
She stepped back again, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. Angelus saw the move and his loins tightened further. If she needed something to nibble on, he’d be happy to share a certain body part that was that now standing at attention. In fact, the thought of her lips on his hard shaft made him lengthen further. The woman was a temptress and he was looking forward to making her his. He stepped forward again, liking that he had her so flustered she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. Her eyes, her body were focused on him and it made this dance even sweeter.
“The thing with Xander . . .” She frowned, “I’m not even sure what the “thing” is.”
“Hormones,” He supplied with a smile.
She felt her stomach shake at the truth of his words. Then she ran a shaky hand through her hair and stepped back again. She gasped when her back hit the wall behind her and she realized she was trapped between the wall and a vampire who was playing an unrecognizable game with her. He covered the distance immediately, his arms braced on either side of her head, his breath sweeping against her flush skin. His body pressed against hers, the contrast of the hard and softness not lost. He towered over her, his dominance normally a turn off, but when she looked up into those eyes filled with unrequited desire, she lost words.
His hand trailed up the length of her shoulder, burning a path against her skin. “How did it start?” He inquired.
Cordelia swallowed, “Um the night Spike attacked the school.” She admitted.
Angelus growled at the thought of the bumbling idiot touching her that long. The only thing that stopped him from ripping out the boy’s lungs was that he could smell the innocence of Cordelia’s virginity. He never realized just how much of a fool the soul had been until right at that moment. A hot woman like this had been standing in the shadows wanting to be taken and possessed and he passed it up to play with the Slayer. Well the soul was and idiot, but Angelus certainly wasn’t.
He moved his thumb towards the pulse at her throat. “But it was just kissing.” His eyes dared her to lie.
Cordelia nodded, “I . . . some groping in the closet.”
His eyes turned gold with anger. Fumbling Harris touched her . . . felt the soft round lobes of her ass with his hands. Cordelia belonged to him. Not because she wanted to, but because he said so. And no one touched his property. Not even his childe did without his express permission. Everyone assumed that vampires were without qualms about sharing bedmates and inviting people into their bed. Perhaps there were such vampires in existence, but he didn’t share.
Cordelia knew something was wrong. This Angel was acting too odd. Deciding it was time to mention his girlfriend, “Um, Buffy . . .”
“Buffy is a dead subject for me.” He growled.
“You broke up?” She inquired, stifling the moan when his finger rubbing her skin softly.
“More like I had a moment of clarity,” He whispered. Then he lowered his lips closer to her skin, needing to taste her. “I discovered that she wasn’t everything I wanted.” He allowed them to graze across her neck, his tongue licking her pulse point. Cordelia groaned weakly, clinging to his massive frame. “Or needed.”
“But she’s the . . .” Cordelia shuddered as his tongue licked her again, stroking her like a cat. She’d only imagined doing things like this in the dark with Angel . . . but this far outweighed her fantasy. Not even Xander’s teenage gropes made her feel like this. “The Slayer.” She reminded him, trying to keep a level head.
“I know,” He licked her again, his knee nudging apart her legs to edge completely against her softness. “Vampires and slayers don’t make good company.”
“Xander . . .” She felt his teeth scrap her skin at the mention of Xander’s name.
“Is a fool,” He tasted her again, moving his waist so that his hard length was pressing against her hips. The evidence of his desire was clear when she gasped, and he rotated his hips again for emphasis.
“OH . . .” She breathed softly. Her hands found their way to his shoulders and dug in deep with her nails. She heard his soft groan and she felt her knees start to tremble.
He pushed against her harder, a soft moan escaping her lips. Angelus never thought to find such a hot temptress in a virgin. But he’d always been a lucky bastard . . . except for that whole soul incident . . . and he wasn’t about to let this gift go. She was fire and ice and his body was going to slide into her warmth like butter.
“This is how a real man pays attention to what is important.” He grinded against her again, and she moaned loudly.
“Buffy . . .” She was gasping at straws and losing the battle.
The name brought another growl from his lips. He moved swiftly, trapping her hands with one of his against the wall above her head. She glanced up into those eyes that were shifting back from gold to black and shivered, but not in fear but wanton desire. His other hand moved down to the length of her waist, as he lifted her leg slightly and laid it across his thigh. His hands started tugging at her dress, pulling it up to expose her lower half. He knew his coat was protecting her body from being seen by anyone walking by. The lighting above the building wasn’t all the good to begin with. Then he nudged his hips forward, his length pressing into the soft folds of her panties. Both groaned at the contact.
His hand moved to tilt her face up to meet his eyes, his thumb caressing her jaw. “This isn’t about Buffy.”
“It’s always about Buffy.” Cordelia replied with bitterness.
“No, it isn’t.” He corrected, his hips pivoting against her.
Both moaned again. Then he moved his hand, her eyes still locked on his and dipped a single finger into her panties, touching her sex. She shuddered around his finger, her eyes dropping slightly with need and desire. He knew at that moment that Xander had never taken things between them that far. They hadn’t even gotten to the best parts yet and she was panting needlessly against his frame. She smelled incredible and she belonged to him.
“Does that feel like this is about Buffy?” He asked, his lips moving to her ear, nuzzling the skin behind it. “This is about you and me and all the things we are going to do together.”
Her mind went white hot with lust for a second, and then she looked up at the man holding onto her this way. She knew at that moment that this wasn’t the Angel that lived to serve and protect the Slayer. He may have shared the same face as Buffy’s Angel, but he was different in every way. This one hated the Slayer, the way he said her name was proof of that. Then there was how he was speaking to her. Buffy’s Angel had always been a silent broody man, who whispered with Buffy, but never said much to anyone else. So the question remained, who was this man making her feel so damn good?
“What happened to you?” She asked, needing to know.
Angelus was rarely ever surprised, but the vixen had managed to do just that. She had known instantly that he wasn’t the same Angel that cohabitated with the Slayer. She was sexy and perceptive. More surprising was that not even Buffy, a woman who’d claim to love the ensouled version of himself, could decipher that he was different that morning. Yet he’d spent less then ten minutes in this dark Vixen’s company and she knew immediately he wasn’t Buffy’s Angel. It made his demon shout. He wondered how she would react discovering that he was Angelus.
And then he decided that she needed to know who was going to possess her completely. “I’m not Angel, Vixen.” He admitted. “Soul’s gone and . . .”
“Angelus,” She whispered.
She waited for the fear to overwhelm her and was surprised when it never came. She remembered hearing about Angelus from Giles and Buffy in the library talking. After Angel’s appearance in Buffy’s life, Giles thought she should know what he was capable of. Giles moved on to tell her how Angelus stalked, tortured, and killed his prey for the fun of it. He was pure evil with the face of an angel. Giles recounted his actions for over a hundred and fifty years, before finally being cursed with a soul by gypsies.
“In the flesh,” He teased, his hand moving once again against his sex.
“What . . .” She moaned loudly, unable to stop the sensations that were flooding through her body. Didn’t matter if it was Angelus or Angel or the devil himself, as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing to her.
Angelus continued moving against her, his finger rubbing the hot spot between her legs. His kitten was mewing loudly and rubbing herself against him.   He lowered his lips to hers, needing to taste her. He loved that contrast of the soft and hard, as his lips settled onto hers. She was so soft, raging with fire for him and his administrations on her body. He wanted to do nothing more than strip her naked and ram into her until she was his mind, body, and soul. His tongue probed her mouth, delighting when they parted and he was granted access. She knew who he was and what he’d done, and she was holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded.
The feeling made his demon happy.
His tongue explored the sweetness of her mouth, loving how she tasted and the warm of her flesh against his cool one. His hips started grinding into her harder, his finger still working her nub. Needing him, Cordelia allowed her hips to ride his hand, pleasure soaring throughout her body. His mouth was hot and hard against her and she felt his shaft digging against her damp panties. He allowed her hands to drop and instead of pushing him away, they drug him closer against her warm flesh. He felt her hard nipples poking his chest and he drove harder into her mouth.
He sensed she was almost ready to explode and he wanted it. Wanted her to lose complete control in his arms. He extended his fangs and made a small cut on her tongue, her blood mingling with the sweet taste of her mouth and he savored both with a loud roar. Expecting her to push him away, she pulled him even closer, her hips still moving in time with his fingers. His Kitten was quite a tiger.
He pulled back, needing to watch his Vixen come apart in his arms. His eyes met hers, drugged with desire and need. “Fly My Vixen,” He ordered and pushed his hard length against her, as his finger flicked her nub once.
They both came with a loud shout.
She clung to his frame, the tremors moving throughout her body made her legs rubbery. Never had she experienced anything like that, and that was with the clothes on. She thought Xander had made her tremble, but that been nothing compared to the volcano that Angelus just set off in her. Keeping her fingers on his shoulders, she leaned back against the wall with a shaky breath.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asked.
He raised an eyebrow, “No.”
“Then what are you going to do with me?” She asked.
His thumb moved to trace the outline of her lips, “Make you mine.”
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