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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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3.
Somehow the word “mine” sent tiny shivers throughout her body. But she knew that it wasn’t from fear, but because the thought of belonging to someone so completely excited her. It didn’t matter that the man holding her tightly in his arms was a deranged vampire that was one fourth of what was known as the Scourge of Europe. Or that he was known to stalk and kill his victims for fun. None of that mattered when those eyes, flickering between gold and black, were looking at her like that. Possessed . . . she wondered briefly what that would feel like.
Cordelia looked at Angelus, “I-I . . .”
He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, “Of course, the first thing I was going to do was snap your neck and leave you for Buffy to find.”
Once again it always came back to Buffy. Anger surged within her, giving her the strength to push him back slightly. “It’s always about Buffy.” She snapped.
He growled, “NO!” He moved back against her. “I said at first.” He reminded her. “But when I saw you and smelled you, I knew you were mine.”
“Pfft!” She rolled her eyes, “And that is supposed to make me swoon?” She dropped her leg and started adjusting her clothing, sending a shaking hand through her hair and straightening out the tangled tresses. “Because I’ve heard of better lines.”
“From Harris,” He snorted. “I doubt it.” And then he leaned in close again, “And I didn’t say you had a choice.”
Cordelia met his gaze, “And what do you think Buffy is going to say about the arrangement?”
“Nothing,” He told her with a smile. “Buffy is going to be dead soon.”
“Sure,” She nodded sarcastically. “Because I’ve seen the soul version of you shacking up with Miss. Slayer and I’m not all that convinced that the Angelus version won’t be doing the same.” She pushed him back and placed a hand on her hip. “Buffy gets her way in everything.”
Angelus only leaned against the wall, smirking, “Please enlighten me.”
She nodded and then started pacing. “Buffy wanted to be a cheerleader, she became one and I was pushed on the secondary list.” She counted off one thing. “Then she joins that Scooby gang and they get out of whatever period they want in order to save the human race.”
Angelus watched as this feisty Vixen’s eyes flashed with anger. Instead of pissing him off, it turned him on.
“Willow and Xander hang on every single word she says,” She brushed back her hair. “It’s like she’s the messiah and they are her disciples or something. Violence ensues whenever she is around and she gets detention when most students would be expelled. But that Giles pulls strings for his “Oh So Awesome Slayer”.”
“Sound jealous,” Angelus pointed out.
Cordelia narrowed her eyes in anger, “What is there to be jealous of?” She asked. “Buffy is a blonde stick body with losers for friends and a modest home.” She shrugged. “I have a body that oozes tempting,” Angelus could hardly dispute that fact, “I am the most popular girl at school. I’m smart and I don’t take shit from no one.” She looked at him again. “No competition.”
“I know,” He agreed, his eyes trailing up the length of her frame hungrily.
“Men!” She snorted. “And the soul version of you was no different. He arrives and he’s got his tongue hanging out like a lost puppy who found a new owner. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear there was an invisible leash connected between the two of them.”
Angelus laughed, “The soul was a jackass.”
“Wait,” She frowned, “You knew what the soul was doing?”
“Same body aien’t it,” He gestured to his frame that had Cordelia looking at him.
She could hardly dispute that factor with those massive shoulders and a chest that made her want to reach out and touch it. Angel had been hot, but Angelus was a temptation oozing sex. He was dressed in a snug pair of leather pants that hugged his lower half like skin, emphasizing a very well endowed package. His shirt was dark red, bringing some color to his normally pale frame, and making him seem even hotter. It was left unbuttoned to reveal a large potion of that massive chest that had her drooling and revealed a necklace with a medallion. And a black leather trench finished his look.
“Um, I think you dress better.” She admitted.
“Always was a snappy dresser,” He laughed.
Seconds later, she found herself back in his arms. Her hands were resting on his massive forearms, while his hands moved to bring her closer to his hips. His lips hovered near her ear, licking gently that enticed shivers throughout her body. “The soul was in charge of the body, but his demon,” He whispered into her ear, “Me, was locked into a cage. Painfully aware of everything that idiot was doing, but unable to stop him.”
“So basically the soul was humanity shoved into a demon’s body and running it.” She simplified everything.
He pulled back to look at her with surprise and pride. “I knew you’d be smart.”
“I’m not a ditzy cheerleader,” She scoffed. Then she untangled herself. “And that is how I also know that the demon is going to sniff after Buffy too.” She brushed her dress lightly. “I already have a boyfriend sniffing after the Princess, so no thanks.”
The thought of Harris touching her made him growl. His face shifted into the vampire form and his body was soon pressing her against the building harshly. “If he touches you, kisses you,” He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “Or if I smell him on you anywhere, I will kill him and send his head to you in a box.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but suddenly she sensed he wasn’t joking.
He tightened his arms not to hurt her, but enough where she couldn’t break free. “Mine.” He growled. “You are mine and I will not share with anyone.”
She swallowed and she felt a tremor of fear, “I – I . . . I could just tell Buffy.”
“Tell me what,” Buffy’s voice penetrated their conversation.
Angelus’s eyes told Cordelia that he already knew she was coming. He probably sensed her from the moment she exited the building. “Forgive me,” He whispered low enough that only she could hear. Then without warning, he grabbed her neck and twirled them around to face Buffy. Cordelia saw that Buffy hadn’t come alone. Xander, Willow, Giles, and Jenny Calendar were with her. Angelus tugged her back against his massive chest, his hand circling her stomach to keep her tightly against him. He wasn’t hurting her, she realized, only holding her so the others would stop advancing.
“Hello Slayer,” Angelus greeted her.
“Angel what is going on,” Buffy asked with tears in her eyes.
Cordelia watched the Slayer crumb to a sobbing teenage girl and felt nothing but disgust. It was unreal that the “chosen one” couldn’t even figure out that the Vampire holding her securely to his chest wasn’t her boyfriend any longer. Shouldn’t there be an entrance test into the Slayer position? It saddened Cordelia to think that the fate of the world was resting on the shoulders of a girl wouldn’t couldn’t even tell if her boyfriend had gone all homicidal or not.
“Oh for Jesus sake,” Cordelia snapped. “Angel is gone.” She looked at Angelus, who was moving his lips gently down the side of her throat. “It’s Angelus.”
“I think I know my own boyfriend,” Buffy snapped at her, turning to face Angelus. “Why are you doing this?”
“Damn the Slayer isn’t all that bright,” Angelus smirked cruelly. “Maybe it’s the blonde hair?” He fingered Cordelia’s long locks thoughtfully.
“Your girlfriend,” She hissed, trying to get him to stop.
“Mine,” He returned possessively, reminding her that she belonged to him.
Cordelia rolled her eyes, “She’s going to kill me.”
He growled at the thought.
“Angel,” Buffy sounded close to tears. “What are you doing with Cordelia?”
“Making her mine,” He answered honestly.
“I’m dead,” Cordelia groaned, sagging against him. Angelus laughed.
“That’s my girlfriend,” Xander reminded Angelus.
He laughed again, “No, she is mine.” He corrected. “And if anyone touches her in any way,” He narrowed his eyes on Buffy, “I will kill them and send their hands to her as a gift.”
Xander paled, gulped and stepped back remaining silent. Her boyfriend . . . well apparently ex now . . . champion of absolutely nothing. While Angelus wasn’t the most relaxing company, at least she got the feeling he wouldn’t let her go so easily. Xander didn’t even fight.
Buffy glanced at Cordelia and then looked at Angelus, “Angel?”
Angelus sighed, “Maybe I need to kill someone so she gets it right.” He murmured in aggravation. “It’s Angelus.” He spoke slowly. “You fucked the soul right out of me, Slayer.”
Cordelia stiffed in his arms and Angelus cursed for being so blunt.   Cordelia accepted the soul was gone, but he never got around to explaining how. Thoughts of Buffy and it always being about Buffy ran through her mind once more. It didn’t matter that it was the soul that spelt with Buffy, the point was the man . . . vampire holding her tightly against him had touched Buffy Summers and she couldn’t think past that. She suddenly felt ill and humiliated and angry.
She struggled to get loose. “I told you it’s all about Buffy.”
Before Angelus could reply, the situation and the words of what was happening finally sank into the group across from them. Giles paled. “Oh dear heavens,” Giles whispered. “Angelus . . .” He removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead.
“Buffy,” Jenny asked her softly, “Did you um . . . did you . . .”
Buffy turned to her with a sad nod.
“Oh my god,” Xander exclaimed. “How could you with Deadboy?” He shouted. “He’s a vampire.”
“I guess Buffy doesn’t care who it is,” Cordelia chastised her. “As long as it’s always about her in the end.”
Angelus growled at those words. He wanted to twist the knife into Buffy and reassure Cordelia that he wanted her. “Trust me, the soul may have reached bliss, but I wouldn’t even have been satisfied.” He informed Buffy cruelly, causing her to gasp again. “I guess the temptation might have been the fact you were a virgin at the time.” He shrugged, “All well, maybe in time you’ll get good enough to sleep with things above the ground.”
Cordelia had to admit Angelus certainly knew how to twist the knife deep into the heart.
Then Angelus turned to Cordelia, drawing her tighter against his frame, “Besides, I’ve always have a fondness for dark Vixens who can stir a man’s body with a simple look.” She shivered at remembrance of what they just did a few short minutes ago. “I prefer Fire to Ice.” He glared at Buffy when he said it.
“I know Angel is in there somewhere,” Buffy continued as if she hadn’t heard a thing he’d said. “You love me.”
Angelus laughed, “No the soul loved you.” He licked the side of Cordelia’s face. “I am going to kill you.” Then he bent down and whispered into Cordelia’s ear, “Remember what I said, Vixen.” And then he tensed, pushed her onto the ground, and disappeared into the darkness.
***
Cordelia sat at the library table, a glass of water in her hands, silently trying to process what just happened outside a short while ago. Outwardly, she was fine with a scraped knee, a bruised elbow, and some hand marks on her waist from when he held her. Inside she was shaking on the verge of an internal meltdown. Angelus, one of the most feared and dangerous vampire predators, had claimed her as his own.
Not to mention all the things they did before that.
He might have been a vampire, but when he touched her, she was burning up. His kisses left a taste lingering in her mouth of blood and him. She didn’t know how she knew what he tasted like, only that she knew somewhere inside it was him. She’d always kept a part of herself closed off from others, but with Angelus, he’d ripped down the walls and met the real her. Met her, craved her, and wanted her. She knew from listening to Giles talk that Angelus was single minded in his obsession.
Apparently she was his new one.
A part of her accepted his possession, giving into the demands he’d set on her body outside. After all, he wasn’t a groping teenage boy in a mop closet, but a man with centuries of experience trapped in his body; experience of knowing how to pleasure a woman for hours that left her needy and begging for more. He knew where to touch her to make her cling to him. He knew what to say to make her moan. And he knew that somewhere deep inside Cordelia, she wanted more.
But she also had to understand that he was a vampire, a dangerous vampire that was known to kill on a whim. He cut a bloody path across Europe killing and doing whatever he liked without consequences or a conscience. If she knew that, then she knew that his obsession would only last as long as he wanted it too. The moment he found something else, Cordelia would die.
And that made her shake.
Then there were the changes in this group. While she was never one of them completely, she could already feel they were pulling further from her. Xander couldn’t even bring himself to help her off the ground outside, afraid to touch her. It was Jenny Calendar, a woman only recently allowed into the sanctuary of the library secret, that assisted her off the ground and inquired after her injures. Willow couldn’t even look at her, still reeling from the earlier discovery of Xander and her locked together. Giles was busy muttering about problems and death and he was unprepared for any of it. And that left Buffy . . . the Slayer who’d lost a boyfriend and gained an enemy, glaring at her like it was Cordelia’s fault.
It was all too much to handle.
She dropped the glass onto the table and stood up, shaking out her clothing. “I think I’ll go home and take a bath.” She announced.
“Cordelia,” Giles finally acknowledged her. “This isn’t the time to go off running by yourself.”
She laughed shakily, revealing just how not okay she truly was. “You think I don’t know that?” She snapped. “You think I’m not aware that a deranged vampire who was part of the Scourge of Europe claimed me as one of his.” She crossed her arms. “Believe me, I know exactly what Angelus is capable of, I heard you telling Buffy in great detail.”
  Giles paled, removing his glasses, “I . . . Cordelia, what did he say?”
Buffy nodded, “What did you do to him to make him like that?”
Cordelia glared at Buffy, “It wasn’t me that made him homicidal.” She reminded Buffy. “That was you sleeping with the soul, Angel.”
“That was Angel,” Buffy snapped.
“Pfft! Keep dreaming,” Cordelia snorted. “Angelus is operating that body now and the sooner you deal with that fact, the better it will be for the rest of us.”
“Cordelia is right,” Giles agreed. “Angel is gone and you need to deal with that.”
“I will never deal with that fact that Angel is choosing Cordelia Chase over me.” Buffy stood up. “My Angel would never pick you.”
“Duh!” Cordelia agreed. “Because he’d not your Angel. He is Angelus.” She shouted. A – N – G – E – L – U – S.” She spelled it out. “And maybe he’d be obsessed with you, if you’d all have found the time out of comforting poor Buffy to walk me to my car.”
Xander guiltily lowered his gaze. While Giles cleaned his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Willow just pretended that she was busy on her computer. Buffy paled. And Jenny sighed.
“If it makes you feel any better, he said he was going to snap my neck and leave it for Buffy to find.” She announced.
“Obviously he changed his mind,” Xander tossed out.
“Not because of what I said,” Cordelia assured him. “He told me that when he got closer, the smell of me, the sight of me, something deep inside me called out to him and he decided to make me his.” Then she shivered, “He said I didn’t have a choice, because he always gets what he wants.”
Giles sighed, “I guess for the time being, Cordelia will have to be protected.”
“Cause you’ve done such a great job up to now,” She quipped dryly. “Thanks for the support, but I’ll just make sure I am home before dark and don’t invite any pale badly dressed strangers into my home.”
“But he should be obsessed with me,” Buffy exclaimed harshly. “I am more of his type. He spent a hundred and fifty years with Darla.”
Cordelia stared at the delusional Slayer and wanted to smack some sense into her. Apparently judging by the look of guilt that crossed Giles features, he’d never gotten around to telling Buffy about Drusilla. Cordelia only knew because she dug deep into the Watcher’s journals to learn all she could about Angelus/Angel. She knew better than anyone standing in the room, with the exception of Giles, just what Angelus was capable of, capable of and it scared her. But if Buffy wanted to live in the world of make believe, then she’d let her.
She picked up her purse, “If you want a deranged vampire stalking you, fine by me.” She started towards the door. “I’ll just spend my evenings at home until you either kill him or wind up dead.”
“Wait up,” Xander jumped up and followed her out the door.
Cordelia glanced around outside before exiting, never shaking the feeling that Angelus was out there somewhere in the darkness watching her. She heard Xander’s hesitant steps behind her, but she kept moving towards her car. She rubbed her arms absently, overwhelmed with the evening’s event that were beyond her control. If not for her iron determination not to break down in public, she would have started crying a long time ago.
“Look,” He said, moving beside her, “Things being the way they are . . .”
“You mean the fact that I have a psycho vampire claiming me.”
“Yeah,” Xander whispered, glancing around. “I don’t want to die, Cordy.”
She would have laughed at the pleading sound of his words, but it was too close to what she was already feeling. “I don’t either.” She assured him. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know,” He agreed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But maybe we should take a step back.”
And there it was, Xander’s out. “Are you saying you want to break up?” She demanded.
“I don’t think we were dating,” He shrugged. “What happened between us was just kissing . . . I mean it didn’t mean anything, right?”
Her heart shuddered and almost threatened to stop. It hurt to know that whatever she thought she was building with Xander meant absolutely nothing to him. It might as well have been Willow he was groping in the dark with. She felt humiliated and disgusted with herself for allowing herself to get caught up in an illusion.
She proudly lifted her head and shrugged carelessly, “Just kissing.” She agreed. “Nothing to get worked up over.”
Xander nodded, glad she understood. “Besides with all this happening with Angel, Buffy is going to need me and I should focus . . .”
That was too much.
She stopped, clenched her fists and turned to face Xander with hatred. “Oh, absolutely Buffy should always come first.” She sneered through her pain. “Never mind I was the one claimed by a murdering vampire. Not to mention, I was almost killed to leave as a present for Buffy.” She waved her fist around. “Pfft! Buffy should be consoled.”
“Cordelia . . .” Xander whispered, afraid he’d taken things too far.
“No, I’m being entirely too selfish by taking up so much of your precious time from consoling Buffy.” She put her hands on her hips. “You don’t have to worry anymore about me, Xander.”
“That isn’t . . . I mean we still have to protect you.” He insisted.
“No you don’t,” She snapped. “I am a big girl who is more than capable of looking out myself.” She dug into her purse for her keys. “Rest assured that Buffy needs you more than I ever will.” She opened her car door and slipped inside. “You should go be with Buffy, she’s the only one you have room for in your life anyway.”
Then she slammed closed the door and shoved the keys into the ignition, determined not to cry. She would not give Xander the satisfaction of seeing her broke. She started up her car and sped out the parking lot, refusing to glance into the rear view mirror.
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