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Bliss -- by Echo
Rating: R
Description: Something pretty bad happens, and Cordelia and Angel get closer. Vague, I know. So SPANK me. Heh heh heh.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I also don't own much else, so the sue thing? Quite pointless.
Angel yanked the dart out of his hip and glared off into the darkness. He heard footfalls and was tempted to chase after whoever, but he didn't feel like it after fighting that seven foot demon he'd just had to decapitate. Someone had shot him. Not that it hurt or anything. It was the fact that someone was crouched in the dark shooting at him. With darts of all things. He wondered what was on it. Well, he'd take it to Wesley and find out.
"Where is he?" Cordelia jumped out of the way as Kate stormed into her apartment.
"Geez, rude much. If you're referring to who I think you are, he's going by Angel these days, not 'he'."
"Funny."
"It wasn't meant to be."
"So where is ANGEL?" She practically spat out his name.
"Look, I don't know what your childhood trauma is, but you've got my vote for bitch of the year. So you can quit campaigning anytime now."
Kate took a step towards Cordelia. "What did you say?"
"I think you heard me." Cordelia leaned in.
Both women jumped when the door banged against the wall. Angel stumbled in and fell to his knees. Cordelia rushed to his side.
"Angel, are you ok?" Kate actually sounded concerned.
"Angel?" Cordelia was standing a few inches from him. He looked at her and grinned.
"Wrong."
Kate jumped when he punched Cordelia in the jaw. The brunette went flying, landing in a heap on the floor. Then he turned to her.
"Wha-"
He moved so quickly she hardly saw him. His hand clamped over her mouth. "Shh, sweet Kate. You're about to see how evil and evil evil thing can be." Her eyes went wide. She struggled, and he punched her. She crumpled to the floor next to Cordelia.
Cordelia opened her eyes. Her entire face hurt. She tried to bring a hand up to touch it, and discovered she couldn't. She tried to move and didn't have much luck there either. She was tied to her table. Hands and feet each tied to one leg.
"Oh good. You're awake." Angel walked into the room and looked at her.
"Where's Kate?"
"I wouldn't be worried about anyone but Cordelia right now if I were you. But don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough. Just keep in mind you're next."
"Next?" She whispered.
He put his hands on either side of her and leaned down, so his face was just inches from hers. "Save the best for last. I have this feeling you're a screamer." She flinched when he licked the side of her face.
Kate woke up when he slapped her.
"Wake up!"
She took in her surroundings. This had to be Cordelia's bedroom. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. He'd cuffed her with her own handcuffs. She'd been laying on them, so her hands were getting numb. Her feet were bound tightly with an extension cord.
"Angel, what in the hell do you think you're doing?"
He flopped on the bed next to her. A propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at her. "See, there's the problem. You're not talking to Angel."
"Oh my God."
"You're not talking to him either."
"Angelus." She whispered.
"DING! DING! DING! Give supercop a prize! And what has she won, ladies and gentlemen?" He pulled a retractable razor out of his pocket. "A night of torture, followed by a horrible death." Kate whimpered. "Oh damn, I forgot the lemons. I'll be right back" He rolled off the bed.
Cordelia squeezed her eyes closed as she heard Kate cry out again. She was surprized the detective even had a voice left. Angelus had been working her over for two hours now. At first her screams had been words. She called him a bastard many, many times. Now they were just sounds. Sounds of pain. Cordelia was so not looking forward to her turn. She was wondering why none of her neighbors had called the police. She was further wondering why Dennis wasn't helping her escape. She didn't want to die at the hands of her best friend. As she entered her third hour of being tied to her dining table, she started to pray for Wesley to drop by.
Kate was numb. Completely numb. Her white cotton bra and panties were covered in lemon juice and her own blood. Her jeans and t shirt had long been cut from her body. She lost track of how mant times he'd cut her about half an hour ago. He was laying on her stomach. He was just wearing his pants. He'd taken off his shirt saying he didn't want to get blood on it. She hissed when he dragged his tongue across a long gash on her abdomen. He sat up and looked down at her.
"You taste just like chicken." He laughed at his own joke. She glared at him. "Now, don't you move. I'm gonna go rape Cordelia. I'd hate for you to miss hearing that." Kate struggled against her bonds. She hissed in pain. Every inch of her hurt. All she succeded in doing was getting more blood on Cordelia's bed. "Wow, Kate, you've got more stamina that I thought. Ok, you can watch." She screamed in pain when he picked up.
Cordelia raised her head up when he walked in carrying Kate. The brunette's eyes went wide. Angel pitched the detective to the floor next to the table. Kate cried out in agony. Cordelia started shaking. The blonde woman was covered in so much blood.
"Angel, please." She whispered.
He ignored her and started cutting the buttons off of her shirt with the bloody razor. He opened the shirt and peered down at her. "You really are a piece of work, Cordelia." He hopped up on the table and straddled her. She kicked her legs, but she wasn't able to move much. "I think what I'm going to do is turn you. I'll let you kill Kate." Her eyes filled with tears. "But that's only gonna be after the hours of screwing you senseless." Her eyes widened. "Oh yes." He ran the razor across the edge of her cheek lightly. "You think I don't notice that part of you, but I do. " He leaned down and smelled her throat. "I notice everything about you, Cordelia."
She screamed when he bit her. Her arms and legs struggled against their bonds. Then suddenly he went limp and fell off of her. Cordelia was crying so hard it barely registered that someone was calling her name.
"Cordelia!"
Her eyes focused on Wesley. He was untying her hands and feet.
"Thank you, God." She whispered.
"Are you alright? Oh dear Lord your neck."
"I'm fine. Help Kate."
"Kate?" He looked down. He hadn't even noticed Detective Lockley on the floor. "Oh Lord, Detective Lockley!" He crouched down next to her and noticed her handcuffs. "Where are the keys?"
"In my pants."
"And they would be where?"
One Week Later...
He was staring at her neck again. She could feel it. Ever since that night he'd done plenty of staring at her. Wesley had discovered that the dart Angel had been shot with was covered in a synthetic that was in the same family as the drug Rebecca Lowell had used on Angel that time. It had produced the same effect. Perfect bliss. So when he woke up after Wesley knocked him out, he'd immediately started apologising. He'd pretty much been doing it ever since. "Stop it."
"What?"
"You were doing it again."
"I was not."
"You were."
"Ok, maybe I was. Look, Cordelia, I'm so-"
"If you apologise to me for this one more time, I'm beating the shit out of you." She turned and smiled at him. He just didn't see how she did it. She was the only person he knew who totally divided Angel and Angelus into a different categories. Bam! Just like that. Not even Buffy could separate them like Cordelia did. She didn't blame him for any of it. He did however have to make amends. So they were sitting at a small curbside cafe, and he was buying her dinner. Again.
"I just don't understand why you don't cover it up."
Cordelia looked down at her bare shoulder. The bite was right above her collarbone. It has healing, but it still looked nasty. She shrugged. "It doesn't bother me." Cordelia looked up and saw Kate watching the two of them. "Excuse me a minute, Angel." She got up and walked over to the older woman.
"What are doing with him?"
"Having dinner. Care to join us?"
"How can you ask me that after what he did?"
"Ok, I'm only gonna say this once, so pay attention. Angel and Angelus are not the same. They are totally different. Angel is good. He's my best friend. I trust him with my life. Angelus did those things to you. I don't know why you insist on blaming Angel for things he didn't do. I suggest you get over it."
"You get over it."
"I already have."
She turned and stalked back to Angel. She made a big display of taking his hand. She could see the guilt and uncertainty in his eyes. She smiled at him. He had to learn he was trusted. Kate turned and stormed off.
"What did she say?"
"I asked her to join us."
"And?"
"Well, she's still sort of pissed off. You do the math."
"Can you blame her?"
"Well, she was sort of acting like she had a police baton rammed up her butt before, so maybe I'm just imagining things." He laughed at her. "I mean I thought I was an uberbitch."
"I'm very lucky."
She looked at him. "Yes, you are. I mean, she's so mad at you she won't even talk to you. This could go on for months. You're getting a break. If you're really lucky, maybe she'll never speak to you again."
"I meant to have you for a friend."
"Oh well, that's a given."
"Hello, all, sorry I'm late." Wesley sat down at the table.
"Hey, Wesley."
"Wesley."
"Have I missed anything?"
"Nope. Just the same old same old. Angel tried to apologise again. I threatened to beat him. He's been brooding. Kate showed up acting like a bitch. Business as usual. Except for one thing, Angel just realized he's lucky to have me for a friend. That pretty much sums it up."
"Well, I'm sorry I missed it." Wesley said in a dry tone.
"Don't be." Angel added with that grin on his face.
They looked at Angel, and the three of the broke into laughter. Things were getting back to normal with them. Well, as normal as they could get.
He'd been sitting and thinking about her again. How could she not hate him? He was about to do unspeakable things to her body when, thankfully, he'd been stopped. All he saw when he shut his eyes was her tear-stained face peering up at him.
"Hey." She walked up next to him. It was a familiar scene. Him sitting on her porch in a plastic lawn chair, brooding. She handed him a piece of paper. "We got work."
"Thanks."
"You ok?"
"Yeah." He stood up and looked at her. He ran his hand along the bite on her neck. It was almost healed, but it would leave a scar. "I care about you."
"I know." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Let's go fight evil now."
She took his hand and pulled him along behind her. For once his demon was right about something. She was a piece of work.
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