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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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5.
Monday dawned a new day for Cordelia, especially after spending the weekend trapped in her home. She ignored the phone, told Rosalie not to come in, and vegged out in her bed reading books all weekend. If she got hungry, she heated up leftovers from the fridge. She was sure there were a hundred phone calls from her friends, texts from them as well. But that weekend wasn’t about having a life or parties to go to. No it was about coping with the very real knowledge that Angelus wanted her and he wasn’t the sort of man who’d accepted no. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she’d been immune to his advances, her skin did still tingle in places where Angelus had touched her that not even showering could wash away. But at the end of the day, he was a vampire and it scared her.
After a long weekend, Monday loomed before her like a ray of sunshine. Cordelia was through hiding. She had a life . . . well a life that didn’t include going anyplace after dark until the slayer got her head out of her ass and staked the crazy bastard. Just because she wanted to resume some normalcy, didn’t mean she’d lost all reason. Angelus would see her again, she was sure of that, whether she hid in her house or faced reality.
So she dressed that morning in typical Cordelia fashion, grabbed a cappuccino at her favorite coffee shop and jet into school as if she hadn’t spent the weekend alone. She captured the looks the Scooby gang tossed her way, but she ignored them and pushed her head higher. By the time she reached her locker, she was surrounded by her usual crowd and the weirdness of the Scooby gang faded into the background. Cordelia was in her territory and she dared Angelus to try something here.
“Where were you this weekend?” Harmony asked.
And the day started with lies. “My parents surprised me with a trip to Cancun.” She answered, tossing back her hair.
“Wow,” Aura whispered in awe. “I wish my parents were that awesome.”
If only she knew, Cordelia thought. After exchanging her things for her first period books, she closed the door and hugged them tightly to her chest. “It was so beautiful there and my dad said that maybe I could spend the entire summer there at the beach house.” It was no wonder she wanted to be an actress, she had a lifetime of lying to her friends to draw from. She closed her locker and hugged her books tightly against her chest.
Harmony and Aura sighed with jealousy.
“But you’re back,” Harmony pushed on with enthusiasm. “So it’s the Bronze tonight, right?”
And the lies keep coming. She tightened her grip on her books, concentrating on the pain in her hands and not the overwhelming urge to vomit. “No can do,” She answered with a sigh. “During the weekend, my parents found out about my “D” in science and got a little muffed.”
“You got a “D”?” Aura asked. “I got an “F” and my parents wanted to sue the school for failure to actualize potential.”
Cordelia studied her friend and wondered if she was serious. Judging by the look on her face, she figured that Aura couldn’t begin to make up something like that. She’d say idiot, but the “F” already implied it. Shaking her head, she continued, “Yeah, well my parents say it’s because I’m not applying myself.” She rolled her eyes and here comes the ditzy statement. “Like when am I ever going to need science in the future?”
“I got an “I”,” Harmony shared with a frown. “I didn’t even know “I” was a letter you could get for a school grade.”
“I think the “I” stands for incomplete,” Cordelia informed her. Her friends really were idiots. They would probably laugh if they saw Cordelia’s actual report card with all A’s on it.
“Oh,” Harmony nodded with understanding, “Maybe that’s because I never went to class.”
“Probably,” Cordelia agreed dryly. “Anyway the parents are playing the parental card and so outside cheerleading, I have to go straight home and study.”
“Wow that’s harsh,” Aura jumped in.
“I guess science means no life,” She sighed. “But maybe I can talk them into lifting the restriction for Saturday night.” She perked them up. “I hear The Dingo’s are supposed to be playing.”
“Yeah that leader is hot,” Aura nodded dreamily.
“Of course, he only has eyes for you, Cordy.” Harmony bumped her.
“Salty goodness,” Cordelia agreed.
The three of them turned and started heading down the hallway towards class. First period was history, and Cordelia had a feeling that history was going to be spent thinking about a yummy vampire.
The rest of the week passed in similar fashion as she fell into familiar patterns with lies about her parents, her grades, her life, and who she really was. She wondered briefly what would happen if she showed up in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and dropped the dumb act? Unfortunately she would never know, because she submitted to peer pressure and kept up her ditzy cheerleader act.
Lucky for Cordelia she had an excellent memory, which came in handy during those lectures she pretended not to listen too. Most of her teachers knew she was one of their most intelligent students in the class. But they accepted her need to not advertise her grades and allowed the occasional behavior outbursts in class. All that mattered to them was that she handed in complete comprehensive homework, knew the subject material, and had near perfect test scores. Another reason Cordelia was good at blending in.
Her social crowd, the Cordettes, followed her around as if she were the prophesied messiah. They hung on everything she talked about no matter what the subject. If she mentioned that college boys were better suited for their dating stature, Harmony and Aura went out on a date with one. If she commented on the latest fashion trend, they would rush out and buy it. If she wore a specific type of lipstick, the following day the same shade appeared on their lips. It was like have mini-Cordelia’s trailing around her.
Cheerleading was the bright spot in her week. Everyone assumed that she joined cheerleading because it was a guarantee to popularity. But that was her reason. It wasn’t even the fact that she got to show her school spirit or have all the attention on her. No she loved being a cheerleader because the workouts made her exhilarated. Frustration lived deep in her world and the workouts gave her something to channel it. She was not Vampire Slayer, but she had moves that she doubted even the Slayer could duplicate. It was the one area of her life she controlled.
And as the Friday night game loomed that evening, Cordelia was more than ready for the weekend.
The only thing that had her worried was she hadn’t seen Angelus all week. Not that she wanted to be stalked by a deranged vampire like Angelus, but there was a part of her that ached with his absence. He claimed her and then he disappears. Like everyone else . . . her heart whispered. Maybe that was the problem, everyone in her life left her and she thought for once she’d found someone who’d be with her until she died. Turns out that not even vampire claims were all that reliable these days.
She was Cordelia Chase and vampire or not, she put on her best cheerleader smile and pretended everything was right in her world.
“So after the game . . .” Harmony leaned against the wall chatting with Cordelia.
“Miss Chase,” Giles authoritative cut in between the two of them, “May I see you in the library a moment?”
Cordelia felt her stomach drop and she gripped her books to prevent her hands from shaking, “Of course.” She turned towards Harmony. “I’ll see what this is about and I’ll meet you on the field.”
Harmony glanced at Giles with curiosity and then nodded, turning to head towards the locker room. Cordelia took a small step towards Giles, who simply turned and led the way down towards the library. Cordelia knew this was an interrogation that she’d been expecting all week. After Xander’s careless remarks last Friday, she thought it best not to involve herself in the research activities into the demon world. Her nightmares were bad enough without adding further horrors to them.   Cordelia was surprised it had taken them this long to approach her.
She entered the library and moved towards the table. She glanced around and spotted Jenny Calendar standing by the desk with Giles. Seated at the usual table was Buffy, who was toying with a stake, Xander, who was chewing on a Twinkie, and Willow, who was toying nervously with a pencil. Yep, this definitely wasn’t a social call. Further confirmed when the three of them studied her, trying to see if there was evidence of a vampire bite.
It pissed her off, so she pulled her shirt down angrily and tilted her neck so they could see it was bit free. Then she glared at them and snapped, “Oh for Christ sakes, I’m not vampire chow yet.”
Giles removed his glasses with a sigh, “It’s just we were concerned as you haven’t been appearing to research nights.”
She shrugged, “I’d rather not come to meetings where I am I not wanted.”
“I’m sorry, but what made you think you wouldn’t be received?” Giles inquired.
“How about Xander’s sudden declaration that whatever we were doing in the janitor closet meant absolutely nothing to him. Of course, this revelation was only brought on by the appearance of Angelus.” Cordelia said.
“Oh dear,” Giles whispered softly, rubbing his eyes.
“You and Cordelia,” Buffy exclaimed, looking towards Xander. “Tell me she’s joking.”
He just shrugged and stuffed his face with another Twinkie.
“Or maybe I thought it would be uncomfortable because Willow, who has wanted Xander forever, discovered he didn’t pick her.” Cordelia continued.
“I think I might need a drink,” Giles announced.
“Oh Willow,” Buffy patted her hand lightly.
Cordelia just sighed. Willow was the poor one, but Cordelia was the one who got dumped. “And then lastly there is the Slayer, who thinks I did something deceitful to her boyfriend and turned him against her.”
“Angel wouldn’t touch you,” Buffy spat out again.
“I know, because he loves you,” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “If Angel is so in love with you, then why are you all worried I turned into a vampire kabob?”
No one had an answer.
“Anyway,” Buffy stood up, “If Angel is now Angelus everyone knows I’m his type. Darla was blonde . . . I’m a blonde.”
“She’s got a point, Cordy.” Xander defended Buffy.
Ever the Buffy defender, Cordelia glared at Xander and it was too much; school, lying to her friends, her parent’s absence, and now the Scoobies scrutiny. She snapped, “Well how the hell do you explain his obsession with Drusilla then?”
Buffy gasped like a fish out of water. Xander was confused. And Willow’s eyes grew wide.
“You did know that Dru was his first childe, didn’t you?” Cordelia shrugged. “Or that he stalked her relentlessly until he drove her insane and turned her?”
“You’re a damn liar.” Buffy shouted.
“Just ask Giles,” Cordelia gestured to the man who’d gone pale. “I’m sure he’d love to tell you just how obsessed he was with Dru.”
“Giles?” Buffy asked hesitantly.
He rubbed his eyes and then turned to Buffy, “I was hoping to spare you the details of certain parts of his life.”
“But you told her,” Buffy shouted, pissed that Giles didn’t trust her.
“I most certainly did not,” Giles defended the accusation. “So I am most curious how you learned?” He directed the question at Cordelia.
She shrugged, “I stole the Watcher journals and read them.”
Giles groaned and then he frowned, “And you understood them?”
“Latin isn’t a dead language,” She waved her hand around. “It was easy after I cross referenced certain phases for clarification.” And then she caught the looks of the people standing in the room. She’d just blown the ditzy cheerleader routine.
“Anyone can check out a Latin book,” Buffy accused.
“Actually I went online and had it translated at this website.” Cordelia quickly covered herself.
Giles looked closely at the cheerleader and sensed there was more under the eye. He realized that he may, they all may have, underestimated this young woman. The ditzy act was just that and act, and under that act was a bright intelligent woman who could have proved useful if they had known sooner. Regardless of that, however, the fact remained that she read confidential Watcher files without permission.
“You had no right,” He informed her.
“Pfft!” She scoffed. “And you have no right keeping the Slayer in the dark about her undead boyfriend.”
He nodded in agreement, “You are correct in that, but that doesn’t excuse you reading those journals.” He chastised her.
“Someone had to find out who and what the Slayer was snuggling up with.” Cordelia defended her actions. “I am not the Slayer, but we all,” She gestured to everyone in the room, “Have a stake in this.”
“Yet you choose not to attend research meetings,” Xander was cut to point out.
“Excuse me,” She snapped at him, “I thought my time would be better suited someplace so you can be free to research without the aggravation, resentment, or jealousy.” She studied each of the Scoobies as she said it.
“Well . . .” Giles was at a lost for words.
Jenny moved closer to Jenny, “We are just concerned about your welfare.”
Cordelia nodded, “And as I’ve said before, I am not stupid.” She glanced at them. “I know what Angelus is capable of, but as I said before, I’m not the slayer.” Giles leaned heavily against the desk, as he knew what was about to be said and he agreed with the cheerleader. “Which means that I can carry a cross and stay inside after dark, but ultimately it has to be the Slayer that solves this dilemma.”
“I didn’t even know you could spell it,” Willow cut in, defending her friend.
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Willow, “You don’t know a damn thing about me, let alone what I can spell.” Then her hazel eyes wondered over to nail down Buffy. “And until the Slayer pulls her head out of the clouds and does what is needed, none of us are safe.”
Giles signed, because Cordelia was right. But judging by Buffy’s expression, the Slayer wasn’t ready to rid her life of the said vampire. “Just take precautions.” He ordered softly. “Don’t underestimate Angelus.”
“Angel,” Buffy corrected.
“And that says everything,” Cordelia turned and vacated the library.
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"Are you sure you can’t come to the after party,” Aura asked again.
The game ended in a victory and it was late after dark. It was also Friday which meant that if she was captured by Angelus, he’d have a full weekend to torture her before anyone knew she was missing. It was best to head straight to the house and regroup before strategizing ways to out think the vampire. Tomorrow night she would be at the Bronze with her friends, and there wasn’t a damn thing the Slayer or her admirer would do to stop her.
“My parents were firm,” Cordelia lied again. “But they said I could go tomorrow to the Bronze.”
“Then tomorrow at seven,” Harmony confirmed.
Cordelia nodded and left the locker room.   She hefted her bag up onto her shoulder and walked swiftly out into the parking lot. Sometimes she was grateful for the popularity perk, because it always guaranteed a spot by the building. She unlocked the door and slide into the interior, dropping her bag onto the seat next to her. She would have liked nothing better than to sink down into the seat and take a minute to gather her thoughts, but it was dark and she had a dangerous stalker. So she started the car and sped quickly out of the lot.
Two miles from home her car died.
She banged the steering wheel and cursed loudly. The engine light had been coming on all week, and she’d scheduled an appointment for it tomorrow. Apparently, however, the car decided that tomorrow was just too far away. Steam was bellowing from the hood and there were so many warning lights on the dash, it looked like she’d need several mechanics to fix them all. Damn it. She reached for her cell phone, cursing again when she realized that she left it in her gym locker.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” She cursed.
She glanced around outside and realized that she was close to home. If she took the shortcut thru the cemetery, she’d be home in less than ten minutes. There was no use waiting in a car for someone to stop and help her, especially when most of the town was at the after game parties. So with a deep breath she summoned her courage and reached for her purse. Then she removed her keys from the ignition and kept them handy in case she needed them. She slipped out of the car and secured the locks, turning to start the walk thru the graveyard.
She glanced around nervously as she kept moving, hoping that everything inside it remained underground. She moved past a crypt and a shiver of terror ran up her spine. It was the same feeling she use to get when she play bait for the Slayer and wound up being almost vampire chow. This time she didn’t have supernatural backup to assist her. This time it was a set of keys, some mace, and her honed cheerleading skills.
“If I die,” She quipped softly, “That could be something they put on my tombstone. Cordelia Chase . . . one hell of a cheerleader.”
She tightened her hold on her keys, moving slightly faster. And she ran directly into five newly made vampires who were hungry and Cordelia was the snack.
“Lookie, take out.” One said, licking his lips. “And she looks tasty.”
“But who gets her,” Another asked. “She’s too small to feed us all.”
“Will flip for it,” A third one assured his buddies.
Cordelia looked behind her and wondered if she would have time to run. Before she formulated a plan, the five vampires surrounded her. She glanced at the three in her line of vision, praying her death was swift. And then she prayed they turned her into a vampire, so she could kick Xander and Willow’s ass. She gripped her keys even tighter, but before she had a chance to use them, one of them standing behind her, gripped her wrist and twisted it. She cried out in pain and dropped them onto the ground.
“We just want to play,” The vampire holding her assured her. Then he used his tongue to lick her neck.
“Gross!” She shivered with repulsion. “What is it with vampires licking us like dogs?”
He growled and shoved her away. She stumbled and regained her balance, realizing that she was closer to the three standing in front of her. She readied her kick and waited for them to make a move. One to her side grabbed her arm and she turned and kicked his balls, sending him scurrying to the ground. Then the one in front smacked her hard with his hand and she flew, striking the side of a headstone. She slumped down onto the ground, cradling her injured wrist. She felt drops of blood dripping down the side of her face and realized she’d been cut. The blood caused a feeding frenzy among the group, and they turned on each other to see who would get the surprise.
While they were occupied, she attempted to stand and discovered that she’d hit her leg on the headstone. It wasn’t broken, but it was badly damaged and she wasn’t going to be able to use it for a fast escape. She didn’t let that deter her, however, as she managed to get to her feet and started limping her way back towards the car. It was slow moving with a damaged side, a cut forehead, and her leg throbbing. But Cordelia Chase wasn’t a quitter, so she kept going.
She past the familiar crypt, almost to the cemetery gates, when she stumbled and her body fell into something hard and unmoving.   Glancing up she saw the bleached blonde hair of a familiar vampire and hurled herself into his embrace, “Spike.”
Never mind it made no sense to be clinging to an evil vampire who was also known as William the Bloody. Never mind he could do far worse to her than the five chasing behind her. No, she was sticking with the vampire she knew then those she didn’t.
“What’s this, Pet?” He asked, pushing her back slightly to look at her face.
Her eyes pleaded with him to help, “Please . . . they are after me . . .”
Then her five attackers arrived.
Spike tensed up against her, but his face showed only boredom. “Oy, who touched Angelus’s property?”
Cordelia wanted to protest that she wasn’t Angelus’s, but she wisely remained silent.
“Angelus,” One of the attackers frowned, “Is that supposed to mean something?”
They all laughed.
“It’s the name you’ll carry into Hell with you,” Another voice answered, stepping out of the shadows.
Cordelia looked over at Angelus and her heart started thumping wildly against her chest. He was here. He looked sexy standing in the moonlight in a pair of leather pants and a black shirt. His eyes flashed between gold and black, never once taking his eyes off the five attackers. She wanted to run to him, wrap herself in his strength and never let go. But she knew he wouldn’t want the distraction, so she stayed where she was, standing close to Spike.
“Spike,” Angelus never looked at his childe. “Is my Vixen okay?”
“She’s a bit banged up,” Spike answered. “Cuts on her leg and forehead, but she’ll mend.”
“Take her home.” He ordered softly, steel in his words.
“Hey, she’s our dinner.” One of the attackers protested.
“You won’t be needing it,” Angelus’s assured them.
Spike swung Cordelia into his arms and then turned and started moving towards the exit. He glanced down at Angelus’s Vixen and was grateful that they arrived when they did. Spike shuddered to think what would have happened if something bad had transpired against this woman in his arms. Angelus had been especially cheerful that week, mending Spike and moving his family to an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. It was like old times that night, the thrill of the hunt and devouring prey with his grandsire.
That was until Angelus’s smelled his Vixen in pain and fear.
Cordelia realized the last place she should feel safe was in the arms of Spike, yet she was afraid. She snuggled down against his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “Why aren’t you helping Angelus?” She asked.
He snorted, “Only five of them bloody wankers. Angelus can handle them without breaking a sweat.”
She then remembered that Spike was supposed to have some sort of spinal injury. He’d acquired it from Buffy and Angel when they burnt down the factory after curing Dru. “I thought you were in a wheelchair.”
“Angelus blood fixed me right up,” He explained.
As if that was all the explanation she needed, she nodded and closed her eyes, the movement suddenly making her dizzy. “Thank you for saving me.” She whispered and then succumbed to the pulling darkness.
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