After everyone had left, Angelus finally spoke, “Well, it looks like it’s just you and me, brown eyes.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes, “Wrong, Bucko. It’s you, me and my weapon’s cabinet. So if I were you, I wouldn’t try anything!”
“Oh that’s right! You’ve got skills now. You and Angel have been ‘training’ together.” Angelus smirked as he air quoted, though his hands were tied to his sides.
“You got it, Buster…” Cordelia affirmed then leaned in closer, “I could Kick. Your. Ass.” She then leaned back with a self-assured grin.
Angelus began to obscenely wriggle, “Oh yeah baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia muttered, “You’re disgusting. Now shut up so I can guard you in peace and quiet.
She then moved a chair in front of Angelus and sat down in a huff.
Sighing with an overdramatic and unneeded breath, Angelus scoffed, “Now this is torture.”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Cordelia demanded.
Suddenly, she decided to change tactics. Cordy then sauntered towards Angelus and claimed in a low voice, “You know…I could stake you right now. No one would stop me.”
Angelus grinned, “And how exactly would you explain that to the others?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders and answered, “Accident. You know, I tripped, fell and accidentally staked you on my way down. Or, it was just a plain slip of the wrist. Maybe, I’ll even let you decide which option you like best…”
“Cordy, you know me better than that…besides there are more interesting things you could do with a slip of the wrist…maybe even a couple slips of the wrist…perhaps on a much lower part of the body….say my…” Angelus spoke, trying to contain the chuckle that was bubbling in his throat. The contempt on her face amused him to no end.
“You don’t scare me!” she stated with a show of determination that was meant more for her own sake that his.
“These chains won’t hold me.” He cleverly informed.
“I don’t believe you.” She shakily said.
“Are you sure?” Angelus smiled. This was his game.
Suddenly, Cordelia was unsure. Her mind was running wild with ‘what if’s’ and she took a step back. Was he telling the truth? Did she want to chance it? Deciding that the answer was no, she ran to the weapon’s cabinet and grabbed Angel’s hurling axe.
But it was too late.
Angelus had yanked the chains loose until he was free, “Don’t you just hate shoddy craftsmanship?”
Cordelia swung around to see him coming right for her and she ran.
“Finally we get to the good part!” Angelus shouted as he ran after her. He followed her gaining speed to her racing form. There was no way she could out run him. But he let her have her fun. He wasn’t completely selfish, after all.
Cordelia ran as fast as she could. She couldn’t go outside because it was night and that wasn’t going to help her. So it was best that she keep him chasing after her in the hotel. Soon Buffy or Wesley would arrive and they would save her.
Deciding the best option was to bide her time, she found a dark nook in an abandoned room on the seventh floor of the hotel. It was dusty but she would tolerate it because it was either that or her horrifying death. Yup... she preferred the dank corner. Cordelia huddled with every attempt to make as little noise as possible.
Suddenly, she heard the door crash open and then there was silence.
The dirt crunched under his shoes. Other than that, the entire room was noiseless.
EXCEPT… for the light breathing in the corner.
