Author: Psychofilly
E-Mail: rr1013@ev1.net
Content: Character Death
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss
Whedon and David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is
made.
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It's minuscule but I can feel it, such a subtle shift. If I hadn't
known him so well, for so long, I would have been oblivious...He
thinks I can't tell. I can feel him smiling into his pillow, even
with his back turned. When did my best friend, the man I loved turn
into this beautiful monster? He rolls over and finally looks me in
the eye, a wide smile dawns across his face, but don't reach his
eyes...a different kind of glee lurks there. I had forgotten what
soullessness looked like, and now I know I will never forget.
I stretch and smile a lazy drowsy smile. My hand momentarily slips
under the pillow. He leans close, his face directly above mine. "Did
I ever tell you how beautiful you look when you sleep?" My heart is
shattering in slow motion, like some sort of cheap Hollywood special
effect. I am broken inside and will never be right again. I just know
that I don't want to die. Maybe I'm selfish, but I want to see Connor
make it into Notre Dame, to see if Gunn and Fred can make it as a
couple. I want to see Wesley be the capable man that I know he is. I
want to mourn the loss of the man I love.
"Angel." I reach up and trace the line of his strong jaw, trying to
keep my hands and voice steady.
"Cordelia," he murmurs and does the one thing his twin has never had
the courage to do. I feel the dry press of his lips against mine, the
sensual force as he forces my lips apart for deeper exploration. A
tear escapes the confines of my lashes and slowly tracks the path of
least resistance down my cheek. I desperately try to imagine that it
is someone else whose hand is running down the length of my body, and
now resting on my thigh. That someone else is gently biting my lower
lip and moaning, as he presses himself against me.
"I love you." I sigh into his mouth, imagining my words breathing my
soul into this being, but it is far past to late.
I plunge the stake into his back with all my strength, his eyes
widen, his mouth forms a word ("Bitch") which whispers against my
skin as he explodes into dust.
End.
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