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Shades of Sunnydale: Love's Obsession	By : chayanne Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4.
Cordelia quietly closed the door to her house, although she wasn’t sure why. She was alone. She was always alone. Her parents were still in Europe or Asia or somewhere without her and Rosalie had already left for the evening. Determined not to cry, she dropped her things onto the table by the door and moved towards the stairs without bothering to turn on a light. She’d made the trip a hundred times before, tonight was no different.
As she walked up the massive spiral staircase, she wondered why her parents insisted on buying such an elaborate home to begin with. It certainly wasn’t because Cordelia needed it. What could she possibly do with seven bedrooms all by herself? Her parents in the last sixteen years had only managed to stay at home one full month and that was because her father had business in town. The visit was a whirl of parties and country club affairs for her mother, while her father existed at the office or with his lawyers. And Cordelia spent that month visiting Harmony or one of her other friends. Sometimes she got the feeling that her parents had her because abortion wasn’t something they believed in and her conception was an accident. How else could she explain a cold empty house and two parents who didn’t care?
Although the house was spacious and homey, she never spent much time in the rest of the place. The kitchen was large enough to cook for fifty or more people, but Cordelia never learned how to cook. Rosalie left her dinner sometimes in the oven, but most of the time it was take-out or munching on celery while she did her homework in her room. The living room was too much like a showroom for guests to appreciate and not get too comfortable in. There was a laundry room somewhere off the kitchen, which was another place that she spent frequent time inside. Rosalie did her clothing when she was little, but Cordelia insisted when she turned thirteen that she needed to learn how to do her own laundry. Her friends would shudder at the thought of her doing manual labor. The pool was used when she had guests over, as she always kept her friends out of the house by insisting that her parents didn’t like people trampling throughout the house.
Her room was her sanctuary. It was her place to shed her façade and just be herself. Inviting in her friends would be like inviting them into the real Cordelia’s mind. One look in the room and you would know who she truly was. The massive bookcase with every kind of book reflected her love for knowledge and reading. The stacks of CDs next to her stereo showed that she enjoyed a variety of music from classical to jazz. Her walls were littered with different people, most of them famous people that inspired her in history. And the bed standing in the middle of the room with a white comforter offered her solace when she was hurting. This room was who she was and not who she became outside these walls.
Entering the room, she dropped her bag onto the floor and slipped out of her shoes. Then she moved towards the bed, sinking down into its inviting depths with a sigh. She was still humming from what happened and she’d like nothing more than to take a long shower and curl up in her bed. However, she could smell Angelus on the clothes she wore, his words and arms wrapped around her offering her everything she’d dreamed about. The feel of his lips on her skin, caressing her and bringing her to heights she’s never explored. She wasn’t ready to lose that yet.
She glanced at the balcony doors and pushed herself to her feet, padding quietly to the doors. She slipped outside, savoring the gentle caress of the warm wind against her skin. She wished it was early morning so she could feel the sun, taking away the freezing cold that was buried deep inside her. She moved towards the iron railing, gripping it with her hands and allowed her eyes to move over the impeccable landscape grounds.
“Hello Vixen,” Angelus’s voice cut into her thoughts.
She turned and spotted his dark frame leaning against the house, watching her ever move. Her heart immediately started racing and her skin felt like it was one fire. She held her trembling hands against her stomach, hoping to hold herself together. At this point, however, her knees were threatening to give out from under her and she found her feet wanting to take the few steps that separated them.
"What are you doing here,” She demanded, hoping her voice didn’t tremble.
He smiled, “Had to make sure my girl got home safe.” Then his eyes moved up the length of her body, enticing tiny shivers.
God help her! She forced herself to turn away from him, gripping the railing with her hands. Bravery returned, she tossed back, “I’m not your girl.”
She felt him move behind her, his body presses tightly against hers. He smelled so good that she wanted to lean back into his embrace and let him do whatever he wanted. His hand moved to push aside her dark hair, ghostly the nape of her neck. There was that familiar yearning stirring deep within her body and she couldn’t fight the temptation any longer. She sank back against him with a soft sigh, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of his hard body against hers. His fingers traced the lines of her neck softly and then his lips moved to kiss the path he’d just traced. She shivered slightly and pressed against him further.
“You definitely belong to me,” He whispered at her ear. “Your head may be fighting it, but your body knows the truth.”
Fight! Fight him! “Is that what you told Drusilla?” Cordelia asked, chewing on her bottom lip. She wanted the truth, and yet a part of her was scared that he would give her it. That he would tell her that she was nothing more than just an amusement and evidently he’d leave her too.
His hands stilled on her shoulders, but she could sense he was weighing the question in his mind, deciding what she should know. Then he turned her around and pulled her against his chest, his hands tangling in her hair, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, eyes that were flittering back and forth between black and gold. His thumb caressed her cheek gently, answering softly, “Dru was different.”
"Judging from what I know about her,” Cordelia tilted her chin up further, “Some could argue that I look like her.”
Angelus leaned down, his breath brushing against her cheek, “You are nothing like Dru.”
“Duh!” She snorted. “I’m not a vampire . . . yet.”
He smiled, “And what is you think you know about Dru?”
She pushed him away slightly, needing the space to think without him clouding up her mind. He released her reluctantly, moving to brace himself against the wall. He watched her with amusement as she brushed her dress with shaking hands, brushing those same shaking fingers through her hair. She wasn’t frightened of him, she was affected by his presence. The further proof was that she hadn’t yet showered off his touch from her body. If she hated his touch, she would have immediately moved towards the shower and washed it away. Cordelia Chase was succumbing to his charms and the thought of having her in his bed quickened his loins.
She realized her knees were trembling, as she straightened out her clothes. His presence made her off balance and it was a new experience for her. She leaned heavily against the railing behind her, her hands gripping into the iron bars to keep them from shaking. “Drusilla was a young catholic who lived in London with her parents and two sisters.” He nodded she continue. “She had psychic abilities, but believed they were evil and wanted to enter a nunnery to cleanse herself of them.” Cordelia sighed. “She was pure and beautiful and completely innocent.”
“She was fragile,” Angelus added. “Sometimes too fragile, even now.”
"Whatever is was, you were drawn to her and set about destroying her.” She paused and then continued. “You tortured and killed her family.”
“She intrigued me,” Angelus admitted. “Coming across someone so pure, so innocent . . . I had to know what it would take to drive her to the darkness.”
“Is that what you are doing with me?” She asked. “Seducing me to the dark side?”
His eyes glittered with wickedness, as his eyes raked her frame. He licked his lips and answered, “No seducing you into my bed.” It was a simple answer. An honest one.
She moved a hand to her throat, pulling at the collar of her dress that suddenly had become uncomfortable under the onslaught of his eyes. She felt her hand trembling against her skin, her heart thundering wildly in her chest, and the smile that spread across his face signaled that she knew he’d heard. He was maddening one minute and she felt consumed by his presence the next. Maybe she was already going crazy.
"Drusilla fled to a nunnery in Prague,” Cordelia continued the story. “On the day she was to take her vows, you killed everyone in front of her. You drove her insane and decided to turn her.” She shivered slightly.
"Had to have proof of my deeds,” He shrugged. He glanced down at his hands and then looked up at her, not at all ashamed that he drove a woman insane and turned her into a monster of that night. “Those were some of my good times.” He shrugged, “I have a hundred stories I could share.”
“Is that what you’ll do to me?” Cordelia asked. “Kill my family and friends and then turn me?” She met his gaze, “Because if that is the plan it sucks.” He arched and eyebrow with curiosity. “My parents are gone all the time in Europe or whatever it is that I’m not. And my friends . . . killing Harmony and Aura wouldn’t be a big loss.”
“What about Buffy and her group?” Angelus inquired.
“Pfft!” She gestured with her hand. “You’re going to kill them anyway and not because it’ll drive me insane.”
He laughed, “You have a very clear understanding of who and what I am.”
“You are a vampire.” She reminded him. “A killer who pleasures himself on other’s pain.”
He moved suddenly, trapping her between the railing and his hard length, “The only pleasure I am interested in with you is the kind where both of us will get off.” His hands brushed against her throat, rubbing the pulse point at her throat. “And no, I will not be killing you.” He leaned forward and kissed her neck, his teeth gently scraping her skin. She moaned and swayed, gripping his arms to keep her grounded. “I like you warm.” He whispered against her skin.
“Why me?” She asked, hating how breathless and needy her voice sounded.
He pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Because you’re mine.”
“Oh, in that case . . .” She rolled her eyes.
Angelus laughed, “Even when you are trying to piss me off, you turn me on.” She glared at him, but didn’t answer. “And how did you find out about Dru?” He studied her face, the curve of her delicate cheek, the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “The Watcher tell you about her?”
“No,” She answered honestly. “I heard him talking with Buffy about you, when the soul and slayer started locking lips.”
Angelus smiled, “I can’t imagine the Watcher wanting me and his slayer in close contact.”
Cordelia smiled, “He seemed quite distressed on the subject.”
Angelus laughed. “He should have heard me banging at the cage doors.”
She cringed, “I guess you weren’t all that enthusiastic either.”
“No, I was pissed.” He admitted. “I can still remember the night at the Bronze that first time you saw me.”
She blushed, “You remember?”
“Of course I do,” He caressed his cheek. “There you were standing next to me looking delectable and so beautiful. I started rattling my cage yelling for the bastard to take and claim you as his.” She flushed hotly. “The way you looked and how you smelled, even the way your voice drifted across the skin.” He brushed her lips softly with a finger, “I wanted to do nothing better than kiss you.”
“But you didn’t.” She reminded him.
“That is because the soul was in possession of the body.” He defended himself. “If it had been me, I would have already claimed you in and out of my bed.” Her heart thundered at the thought. “And I certainly wouldn’t have allowed Harris near Ye.” His voice slipped into a thick Irish drawl and it was easy to see where he came from.
Cordelia shrugged, “Apparently it wasn’t nothing but groping and kissing.” It hurt to talk about it, the pain still raw in her chest. “Xander backed out gracefully from whatever we were doing and went to console Buffy.”
He growled at the pain he saw flash in her eyes. “Want me to kill him for Ye?”
She laughed, “You were going to anyway, remember?”
“Yeah, but instead of breaking his neck, I could torture the boy.” He smiled wickedly at the thought of what he could do to the boy.
“No,” She protested lightly.
Angelus sighed with disappointment, “So a quick death for him?” She laughed and he liked the sound. He endeavored to hear it fall from those lips often. “So it was the Watcher who disclosed how Dru came into existence?”
“No,” She answered. “Although Giles gave a thorough lesson on you campaign in Europe, I could tell by the look on his face that he was omitting details and holding something important back.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to scare her.” Angelus shrugged, not ashamed of the things he’d done.
“She’s a Slayer,” Cordelia reminded him. “Too late to be afraid of things that go bump in the night.” He nodded in agreement. “I figured it’s because Giles knew that no matter what he said, Buffy wasn’t going to change her mind about you.”
“She was pretty adamant about attaching herself to the soul,” He shivered in remembrance, wishing at times he didn’t have to recount the soul’s deeds.
“Well the soul wasn’t complaining,” She pointed out. “Anyway, I was curious about you, so I sneaked into his office and stole the journals to read them for myself.”
He arched an eyebrow, “Was it a good read?” He inquired.
“I wasn’t surprised,” She answered. “And you never answered my question either.” She pointed out.
He shrugged, “I am a vampire and it is in my nature to do whatever is necessary to keep my things with me.”
“I’m not a thing.” She snapped. “And if that is the offer, than I decline. Maybe Buffy could be persuaded.”
He growled and his flashed into his vampire form, grabbing her shoulders tightly and shaking her hard, “You don’t have a choice.” He told her. “I am going to have you whether you accept me of not.”
Fear crept into Cordelia.
Minutes before she was so relaxed in his company that she almost forgot that he was a soulless creature who murdered and deflowered woman for fun. This was the demon inside the face of an angel and she saw it for the first time that evening. The softness and care he’d shown her had been the illusion and this creature . . . this evil thing was the reality. Angelus wanted not Cordelia, but the challenge that she represented. And once he’d finished his game, he would kill her. She knew that deep inside. He’d do whatever it took to get his way, including cause her pain and misery.
And the reality spread across her body, freezing her. Loneliness or death . . . she’d rather spend eternity alone.
She summoned all her anger and courage inside her body and used the one thing woman instinctively knew how to hurt a man: their manhood. She flexed her leg and lifted her knee hard, slamming it straight into his manhood. He groaned loudly, releasing her and dropping down to his knees, cupping himself. Cheerleader practice came with other rewards besides popularity, she admitted. Then she wasted no further time and dashed back into the safety of her house where he couldn’t follow and slammed closed the balcony doors.
She leaned back against the door with a sigh, forcing her insides to stop trembling.
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Angelus flung himself over the balcony after he’d recovered from the injury and stalked angrily into the black night. He was furious, not at Cordelia, but himself. She wasn’t afraid of him, not earlier that night and not at first on the balcony while they were talking. She’d been comfortable with him, asking questions and laughing at his answers. But he allowed his eagerness to have her overshadow his patience and he frightened her. He could scent her fear seconds before she slammed her knee into his manhood. And damn that cheerleader could kick.
When he finally recovered enough to stand to his feet, he glanced at the door and it took everything he possessed not to bang on them and demand she let him in. He wanted to force his claim on her until she had not other options but to accept it. But it was a catch-22, because he didn’t want her to fear him either. Part of the reason he was so drawn to Cordelia was her challenging nature and her lack of fear around him. Even with a soul, Cordelia was herself without changing or acting differently. And he wanted her to come to him willingly knowing what and who he was and accepting it completely.
He’d been so damn close.
Talking about Dru with her, made him stop to think about the reasons he was so intrigued with Dru. She’d been a challenge, but a different one. It was her fear that spurned him on, making the allure that much more. Her innocence and purity were added bonuses to the fear and all three of them made her smell so much more divine. Driving her insane was a game that he took great pride in, but Dru never accepted who he was while she remained human. It was only after her own transformation into a vampire, that she accepted him.
He didn’t want that with Cordelia. Maybe it was lingering remnants of the soul, but he wanted Cordelia to come to him in spite of the fact he was demon.
Buffy was willing to accept the pieces of the soul’s existence, but only because he hid the demon inside from her. When the soul allowed Angelus out during a battle when his strength was needed, Buffy looked away with disgust. Buffy was a slayer and it wasn’t in her nature to accept the demon. But the soul also knew that Buffy wouldn’t accept the demon even if she hadn’t been the slayer. Buffy wanted normalcy, something a vampire could never give her. Both soul and demon knew it, understood it, and were saddened by it.
That’s why it had to be different with Cordelia.
He slammed into the warehouse and immediately stalked to the table and sank down in one of the chairs. His hands grabbed the bottle off the table and he drank deeply from it.   Then he propped his feet up on the table, turning his thoughts to torturing the Slayer and her group of friends, especially Harris.
“Oy, the Slayer already causing you headaches,” Spike teased, moving towards the table.
Angelus turned to him, growling, “No, she’s going to die.”
“Then what’s eating at you?” He asked.
“Daddy’s kitten used her claws,” Dru whispered, moving to slide onto Spike’s lap.
“I thought you wanted the Slayer dead,” Spike frowned. “Are you trying to shag her?”
“Hell no!” He roared. “I wouldn’t touch that her with your shaft.”
“Oy! No need to throw around insults,” Spike tossed back.
“Daddy’s got a new kitten,” Dru said softly. “A kitten that holds daddy’s future.”
“What are you talking about,” Angelus demanded.
“Hush,” She put a finger to her lips. “Miss Edith said it’s a secret and I mustn’t tell.”
Spike turned her to face him, “What can you tell us about this new kitten, Love?”
She smiled and swayed, “She’s going to be a part of our family, but we mustn’t play rough with her. We have to treat her nice so she’ll stay forever.”
Spike rolled his eyes, “You mean I have to be nice to the Slayer.” He grabbed the bottle from Angelus’s hands. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink.”
“I done told ye it aien’t the Slayer,” He snapped. “The soul may have fallen for the lass, but I have better taste.”
"Then who?” Spike asked.
“A kitten with dark hair,” Dru sang.
Spike frowned, trying to remember who in that Slayer’s group had dark hair. Then he saw her image flash before his eyes: Cordelia Chase. He’d hardly noticed her before, until the night he smelled that Slayer boy, Harris clinging to her clothes. Angelus picked wise this time. He smiled, “That cheerleader that has been shagging that snoopy boy, Harris.”
Angelus growled, his face shifting and he grabbed Spike’s shirt to drag him against him. “She aien’t been shagging no one.” He roared. “She belongs to me and I will have her.” And he flung him back with a flick of his wrist.
“Oy!” Spike held up his hands, “At least it wasn’t the Slayer.” He dusted down his crumpled shirt. “And she’s something to look at.” His hands ran down the length of Dru’s hair, “Not like my Dru, course.”
Angelus nodded, turning back to Dru, “What else has Miss Edith been telling you?”
She swayed, “Lots of secrets.” She sang. “Secrets about your future and the kitten’s future.” She leaned down to kiss Spike’s lips. “Even about my Spike’s future.” Then she hissed and jumped away from him. “Naughty boy! You shall be punished harshly tonight.”
Then she held out her hand and Spike took it, “Looks like one of us is getting lucky.”
Angelus smiled. Then he started laughing. It was good to be with family again.
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