Angelus could feel her begin to realize that he wasn’t Angel. Her face changed shape into one of confusion and perhaps even fear. He could never quite tell with her since she always was the picture of confidence and her face never once slipped from the cockiness that resided.
She looked incredible. The drink he had given her had replenished the glow in her skin and it was further enhanced by the warmth of the candle light. The way her eyes moved could be compared to that of a tiger caught in a cage. It was enchanting to watch. Angelus revelled in it. He wanted it. Wanted her. To possess her and make her his. Yet, he knew that she already was all of those things. She was his.
Mine. He thought as he placed a cold palm on her shoulder only to have her flinch away. She was coming alive. Her spirit was returning to her and it pleased him. Yet, she didn’t know that it did. Her defense was his pleasure principal.
“You’re not Angel. I remember now. What did you do?!?” she cried out in disgust.
Her will to fight was flaring. Again, it pleased him.
He only glared at her in a way that hid nothing of his desire for her, “I thought you weren’t afraid of me, Cordy.” he taunted with slowly drawl.
Furrowing her brow, she retorted, “I’m not! Geez are you always this cocky Angelus? Wait don’t answer that…I’m not in the mood to hear anything you have to say.”
Smirking, he asked, “What are you in the mood for then?” while moving forward to grip her wrists.
All the efforts to try and shake him off were to no avail, “Let me see…I know! A good staking…that’s what I’m in the mood for. Now let go of me. I thought I told you there would be no touching.”
“And I thought I told you there would be plenty of it. Now come on Cordy…ask me the question that’s been buzzing in your head ever since you woke up.” he prompted as if it was some sort of dare.
Looking into his eyes, she asked in a hard tone, “Where am I?”
“That’s your question? I thought it would be something more original…Fine. You’re at my mansion.” he informed her as if he was baiting her.
“Your mansion. God, are we in Sunnydale?” she asked. She hated her hometown. It was the reason she moved to L.A. She needed to get away from it and all the people and things that were there.
“No. I have many properties around the world…between Angel and I, we’ve acquired almost every secluded spot we’ve come across.” he spoke.
Cordelia looked even more confused, “You and Angel…I didn’t know Angel even…”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about Angel…or me in fact.” he accused in a subtle way that didn’t fool Cordelia.
“I know everything I need to. You, Angelus: evil, soulless, undead bastard. Angel: champion of all that is good, my best friend filled with soulful goodness. That’s more than enough information.” she stated, then wriggled loose from Angelus and slowly moved to get off the bed. There was a sort of dizziness that came over her and she turned towards Angelus’ now standing form only to see her reflection in a mirror behind him.
Her eyes flocked to the bandage that was adorning her neck. Using her trembling fingers, she reached up and tore it from her skin. Feeling the cool air on her wound made her skin tingle and sting at the same time. She looked closer and saw the twin marks that unabashedly glowered at her.
“You bit me! You son of a bitch! I can’t believe you would do that!” she screamed, her hand still probing the gash.
Angelus quirked his brow, “I’m a VAMPIRE. Remember?”
Scoffing at him, she moved to the door, “Oh, I am so getting out of here! There’s only so much of this freak show I can take!” but before she entered the hallway she felt her waist being tugged inside the room again.
“I’m sorry Cordy, but that’s not on the itinerary.” he sneered while throwing her own words back at her.
“Let go of me! Buffy is going to find you and then kick your ASS! I bet their working on restoring your soul right now!” she charged while whipping around in his grasp.
Angelus locked his arms around her and began moving closer to the bed, “I can guarantee that’s not going to happen.”.
Before the two of them landed on the bed, Cordelia grabbed a large metal vase that was sitting on the side table and smashed it against the side of Angelus’ head.
Angelus loosened his grip as he felt a pain shoot through his skull.
Again, Cordelia clobbered him with the object until he was completely off her body.
This did not please Angelus. Not in the least bit.
