Title: VampSmack Down
Author: Anne
Disclaimer: ATS, BTVS, Stoker's Dracula, not mine...
Spoilers: Mentions definitely to WIW- Groo as come and gone with little effect- as for BTVS- don't know where to really place it but Buffy and Spike are having sex and Buffy is being 'oh' no but still going to Spike.
Comments: Thank you for all the great feedback- this started out as a simple challenge and I've seemed to have made it longer than planned. Blame Alice, not me.
Chapter 15
Cordelia snuggled the small infant closer. “I don’t get, honey. Why hasn’t daddy K..i..l..l…e…d Uncle Spike yet or at least b..e..a…t him up.” Cordelia stared back through the window. She could barely make out the figures in the garden, the vampires blended into the darkness becoming part of it as only creatures of the night can. If it wasn’t for the glowing embers of a cigarette moving rhythmically through the air, she might have missed them. “I mean, we’re talking about B…u…f…f…y and Uncle Spike having….s…e….x.”
Cordelia let the heavy curtain fall and sat on the bed. “I don’t understand, honey. Daddy doesn’t even seemed to be mad, just not pleased. What kind of reaction is that? *Blurslurp*,” pressing her lips against the child’s chubby cheek and blowing. “Hmm, I ask.” Smiling at the child’s gurgled response. “Are you tired? I’m tired. Too much mind-boggling stuff happened tonight for me to figure out. Let’s go to sleep, sweetheart.” Cordelia yawned. Cordelia settled on the bed, lying Connor next to her. “Stupid dress.” Tugging at the skirt to give her legs room to curl up. Trying not to think about the one thing she did figure out. But it was hard. How did she forget that she loved her best friend and why wasn’t her best friend more upset that the love of his life was having sex with Spike. That would only make sense if Angel was over Buffy, but how do you get over the love of your life, unless she wasn’t really the love of your life. Cordelia closed her eyes. Hope and just a little bit of fear filled her mind as she desperately tried not to think about that possibility and what it could mean.
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Having vampire senses had its advantages, but not all the time. There were times that Angel wished he hadn’t heard the things he heard, or smelled some of the beings that he encountered. Some beings just shouldn’t be smelt. They stunk. But right then as he was walking up the staircase, Angel was grateful for the abilities. Every step he took closer to his suite brought their scent to him, the sound of their heartbeats. Angel paused and closed his eyes. He didn’t have to see them to know the picture they made. Their scents were intermingled; their heartbeats slow and steady close to each other. Angel started to hurry, the smells and sounds were wonderful but the sight was even better. How he loved to look at Cordelia and Connor together sleeping. Both so alive, so beautiful, so innocent and when they were together like that, he could believe that anything was possible. It was hard not to believe with two perfect miracles in one bed.
Angel picked up Connor from the safety of the pillow and Cordelia’s body. The infant opened his eyes once, yawned and smiled, before falling back to sleep. It was a smile. Cordy had told him to just ignore the books that said it was gas. Angel smiled back to his son placing him gently in the bassinet after kissing him on his forehead.
Angel went back into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. Cordelia hadn’t moved, her body still curled up, the skirt of her long gown twisted around her legs. She couldn’t be comfortable.
“Cordy.” Nudging at her shoulder. “Cordy.”
“Go away, Dennis.” She mumbled into the pillow.
“Cordy,” Angel increased the pressure of his hand slightly.
“Tired, Dennis. Go away…” She stopped her mumbling as soon as she felt her hand hit cold firm flesh. Cordelia turned her head slightly, one eye squinting open. “Angel, did I just hit you?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry,” She turned back into the pillow.
“Cordy, come on.”
“No. Sleep. Don’t want to move.”
“Cordy, don’t you want to change.”
“So much for likening my dress.”
“I like your dress, but it doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in. Don’t you want to change?”
Cordelia squirmed. All of a sudden the bodice of the dress tightened, the material of the skirt felt heavy and unyielding. She moved again trying to get comfortable, but the dress was making it impossible. She would never get back to sleep now. Cordelia squished at the pillow in another attempt. She groaned. “Buttons, couldn’t….” slapping the pillow. “Stupid buttons, don’t work.”
“Cordy, come on get up.”
“Don’t make me, tired.” She mumbled back into the pillow.
“Okay, just turn over a little then.” Angel sat on the bed and moved her.
“Angel,” grumbling and pouting into the pillow.
“Shh.” Angel turned her further on her stomach and straightening her legs out. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
Even with his hearing, Angel couldn’t make out what she had mumbled. But it sounded an awful lot like a curse.
Angel leaned in and quickly released the buttons, resisting the urge to be slow and teasing or use his fangs. The sides of the dress opened to reveal a spandex red band. Cordelia twitched as Angel’s fingers brushed against her flesh as he unclasped the bra. She sighed into the pillow preparing to curl back at the disappearance of the bindings around her chest. “Not yet.”
More grumbling came from her lips. “Help me a little here.” Angel said softly. Cordelia shifted minimally as Angel drew the dress down her body revealing more skin as he went. “One more time.” With a swift move, Angel pulled the dress completely from Cordelia’s body and tossed it on the floor.
Angel stared. Warm and subtle flesh, delicate glowing skin covering the angle of shoulder blades, the hint of soft flesh pressing out from the chest, the curve of the spine dipping low only to curve back up into firm sweet buttocks. The scene only interrupted by red lace panties and a sun tattoo resting above, neither jarring the scene just bringing more attention to the delicious rise of the buttocks. Angel wanted to draw the beauty before him; he really wanted to touch it.
“Where you going?” Mumbling came from the pillow.
“To get you a shirt.” Pulling a t- shirt from his dresser. “You’re going to need to move again, just a little.” Sitting back on the bed.
Cordelia buried herself further into the mattress in protest.
“Cordy.”
“Angel, why did you ask if I could fall in love with a vampire?” Her voice muffled by the pillow, her eyes still closed, her body not moving.
Angel pulled his hands back. “I wanted to know.”
“Oh.” Cordelia paused. “I’ve been thinking.”
“You’ve been sleeping.”
“Dreaming then.” Still hidden in the pillow, but her voice clear. “Could you ever fall in love with a woman other than Buffy?”
Angel twisted his hands in the shirt he was holding, thinking back to his question in the cab and her answer. “I don’t know. Maybe. She would have to be only mostly human though, I don’t know why, I just think it’s important. She would have to be courageous, loving, extraordinary- a champion of sorts, help the helpless type. She would also have to be frustrating, bossy and sometime annoying. She would have to know exactly what temperature to heat my blood and the exact amount of cinnamon to put in it.”
“You hate cinnamon in your blood.”
“Yeah, but she would have to put it in anyway, it’s all part of the loving and frustrating traits.”
“Hmmph.”
“She would have to love my son as much as I do, she would have to love me as much as I love her and she would have to promise to stay with me forever. She would have to be my best friend. And she would have to know that my soul is permanent, that our love would only be joyful, not dangerous to our family….oh, and not be mad at me for not telling her sooner.”
Angel saw it and heard it. The slight catch in her breathing, the shivers along the glowing skin. Cordelia turned her head on the pillow to study Angel for a very long minute. “Have you found her?”
“I think so, what do you think?” Finally, releasing the shirt he had balled in his hands, reaching out to brush a curl from Cordelia’s face.
“I think- I need you to kiss me again.” Cordelia rolled over onto her back.
“Now, you can move?”
“It’s all in the motivation, Angel”
Chapter 16
Angel leaned in bracing his body over Cordelia’s barely touching. He was doing it again encompassing all the space around her, his dark eyes boring into hers. But unlike before, Cordelia didn’t feel trapped; she wanted to feel him overwhelm her. Angel had taken over her heart already, now it was finally time for him to take the rest. She smiled. “Angel.” Caressing the handsome face.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I can stay awake for two days.” Cordelia leaned up on her elbows, her smile gone as Angel moved away. “Where are you going?”
“I’m sorry, you’re tired.”
“You’re attempting the sense of humor thing right now, right?” Raising her brows.
“Cordy, you….”
“Geez, what’s with you, two days or two minutes in a closet, isn’t there an in between option. Fine.” She got up pulling at his arm.
“Now, where are YOU going?”
“WE are going to the closet. I’m getting something out this little epiphany, even its only two minutes worth.” Tugging at the vampire to get off the bed.
Angel jerked once and in an instant Cordelia was back in her original position, only this time Angel’s long legs covered hers, trapping her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I hadn’t planned on it.” She smiled. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”
Angel’s thumb rubbed along Cordelia’s bottom lip. He smiled. “Maybe.” His mouth quickly followed the trail his thumb had made before Cordelia could think of a retort.
Cordelia sighed, caressing her hand up Angel’s arm to his shoulder cupping around his neck pulling him even more firmly over her body. Lips moved together, tongues explored. Angel moved totally covering the smaller body under him. A delicate hand joined the other around his neck, fingers scratching and tugging at the thickness of the hair on the back of his head. Knicks and kisses were placed along the underside of her jaw up to her earlobe as Angel released Cordelia allowing her to take a breath. “Angel” Murmuring, Cordelia’s arms tightening as she relished the sound of his name on her lips. Angel’s name, not some long dead spirit or Angelus’, but Angel‘s. She laughed. Angel lifted his head, looking at the giggling young woman, his brows raised in question. “It’s us, Angel, us, not some tortured spirits or some ruse to fool evil old vamps, it’s us…we’re kissing. It’s real.”
Angel smiled widely, his broad hands brushing back Cordelia’s hair, trying to get a better look at the joy in her eyes. He leaned in. “We’re doing more than just kissing.” His mouth settled back over hers, only to leave, trailing moist kisses along her throat, his tongue licking soaking in the flavor of her skin.
With half closed eyes, Cordelia attempted to watch Angel’s head descend along her body. But, the sensations were too much; she closed her eyes and pressed into the mattress, hands still entwined in Angel’s hair. She gasped. Angel was doing it. He was slowly kissing and tasting every inch of her.
The ever-increasing fragrance of Cordelia’s arousal drew Angel downward like a magnet. It was in the air all around him, he needed to get to the source.
Cordelia tensed, she could feel the bare whisper of a caress along her center. Her anticipation was almost frightening. Her hips jerked at the first wet broad stroke.
A low growl emerged from Angel’s throat as he took in the scent and tasted the moisture. He wanted to roll around in it, cover himself, take it in his body, carry it around with him always, it was intoxicating, pure Cordelia and it was for him.
Cordelia clutched at the sheets, twisting the material in her fists. Angel was sucking her womb empty, only to replace her juices with sparks of electricity and intense pleasure. “Oh god, Angel.” She cried. Angel didn’t stop as her muscles contracted and her body trembled. He just slowed, his strong hand stroking and soothing the tremors. Angel didn’t want to leave, but he knew there was more. He lifted his head, trailing back up Cordelia’s body.
Cordelia slowly opened her eyes into Angel’s intense stare, she bit at her lips, and a slight blush graced her face. “Angel.”
“Yes.” He twirled, a soft strain of dark silk in his fingers.
The pink of her face got brighter. “ You said that you wanted to be inside me, to fill me?”
“I recall saying something like that.” Smiling.
“When?”
The chuckle choked the growl rising from his throat. “I was thinking about now.”
“Now’s good.” Licking her lip.
Angel moved quickly, his clothes falling to the ground.
“Wait.”
Angel stilled, his chest bare, his hands on his pants.
Cordelia scooted towards him, not looking up, pushing away his hands. Her fingers fumbled at the fly. Her teeth chewing on her bottom lip as her hands moved under the waistband of both pants and boxers. Fingernails and palms stroked down hard muscle covered by cool skin as the material was removed. Her nervous biting stopped, Cordelia smiled and leaned in.
“Cordy,” Angel stumbled at the sudden wet warmth that encased him. The fingers were now clutching on his backside pulling him closer. A hand was moving gently, but manipulatively around his thigh only to start kneading at the base of his shaft, reaching up even further to caress the sacks behind as the wet heat traveled up and down, swallowing him.
Angel’s fingers ran through Cordelia’s hair, clutching and tightening the strains around his forming fist. He pushed. “In you now,” his words low barely distinguishable from the growl.
“Okay,” Cordy’s voice almost as low. Angel again covered her body, this time his hands went to separate her thighs, only to stop in that goal and change immediately to cupping her ass. Cordelia’s legs had already locked around the vampire’s hips. Angel stilled. Cordelia shook her head. “Don’t ask, just do it.” She bit her lip and waited. “Angel.” Gasping as he filled her completely. “Oh god.” Angel stilled again reveling in the feeling of being imbedded in the heat of Cordelia. He dropped small kisses on her face.
She smiled and started to move her hips. Angel felt her action and responded. His thrusts were hard and fast, forgetting momentarily the fragility of the body under him. He stopped as the remembrance hit him.
Cordelia pulled at him jerking her hips upward. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Cordy.”
“Fill me completely. You want it, I want it, do it.” She moved more forcibly.
Angel growled and pushed and thrust. And Cordelia met every single one, tightening her channel at each action. Cordelia clasped on to her only anchor. Her fingernails clenched into Angel’s shoulders as she moved in concert with the storm within and around her. The tidal wave peaked, Cordelia didn’t know where she was anymore, she just held on. “Angel.” The wave was crashing, she was going under. The only thing that saved her from drowning was that Angel went with her. His body fell heavy on top of hers. They stayed in that position for longer than a moment. Arms wrapped tightly against each other, holding on to their own personal life preservers. Cordelia was the first to move, even if it was only a centimeter. “I love you, Angel.”
Angel couldn’t help it. He tried to force down his demon, but her words triggered it. In gameface he leaned over. “You will never leave me.”
Cordelia glanced up somewhat surprised at the ‘grr’ show. “Duh. I promised didn’t I?”
Instantly the vampire visage was gone, leaving a handsome man with a wide amazed smile. “Yes, you did. I love you.”
Chapter 17
Cordelia stretched out her arm. She was alone in the bed. She wasn’t supposed to be alone. Her hand patted more of the surrounding area. Nothing. Cordelia sat up and looked around. Had it just been a dream? But she was naked in Angel’s bed. Where was Angel?
“Hi.” Her eyes shot to the doorway of the bedroom. Cordelia brought the sheet up around her getting up. “Hi.” A slight blush crept up Cordelia’s face. It hadn’t been a dream. Angel loved her, she loved him, they made love- it had been wonderful. The thing was she wasn’t at all sure what to do now. Her eyes latched on to the baby in Angel’s arms. “Has Connor been fed yet?” Hoping for something familiar to do.
“Yes.”
Cordelia scrunched up her face. “Bath?”
“Yes. I was about to put him back to bed, but he knew you were awake and he wanted a kiss.”
“Connor told you that?” Smiling at the thought, her nervousness gone at Angel's smile.
Angel shrugged. “Yep.”
“What about you?”
“I can wait…for about a second, so, hurry up and give Connor his kiss, so I can get mine.”
Cordelia laughed, reaching for the small child. “How's my little guy this morning? Hmm.” Kissing the soft chubby cheek. Connor squealed. Cordelia caught his waving tiny hand and blew raspberries into. “So, Connor, daddy wants a kiss also, should I give him one?”
Connor gurgled and waved his hand against her cheek. “That was a yes, in case you didn’t understand.” Angel took the baby back laying him in the crib. “Wasn’t it, Connor?” Placing the stuffed bear next to the child’s hands. “It was definitely a yes.” Angel turned back to Cordelia who had remained standing in the doorway.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to kiss you then.”
“Yes, you will.” Angel moved quickly. Cordelia’s laugher stopped as she was engulfed in the kiss. Angel’s lips and tongue were acting in perfect harmony with hers. Small butterflies danced in Cordelia’s belly as her earlier desires were re-ignited. Cordelia shivered as a firm hand caressed down to the small of her back pressing her closer to the hard body that held her. The sheet disappearing immediately. Cordelia clutched at Angel’s shirt. She looked up. “You’re dressed.”
“I don’t think the others would appreciate me fixing Connor’s bottle in the nude.”
“I don’t know, Fred might, after she got up from the floor.”
Angel laughed, kissing Cordelia again, pushing her back towards the bed.
“Angel,” Cordelia mumbled against his lips.
“Mmm.”
“Take your clothes off.” Her hands already at his waistband.
Chapter 18
Cordelia came out of the bathroom. A change of clothes was folded in a neat pile on the already made bed. Their clothes from last night were gone from the floor. Hung up, no doubt. Angel was such a neat freak. Cordelia quickly got dressed and headed for the baby talk in the next room.
Cordelia leaned against the doorframe. There was something truly sexy about a man playing with a baby. Cordelia shook her head as much as she wished she could stay in the suite forever with Angel and Connor, she figured it was time to deal with everything else that happened the night before. “Did you and Spike have a nice chat?”
Angel shrugged. “He loves Buffy, she…I don’t know. He thinks not. It seems that she’s been going through a real hard time since she came back.”
“What did he want you to do about it?”
“Go to her, help her, love her, I guess.”
“You aren’t going.” 24 hours ago, Cordelia’s words would have come out as a panicked question, now it was just an order.
Angel raised his eyes from his son. “I told him that. Cordy, I know who I love, where my life is and isn’t in Sunnydale, okay.”
“Okay.” Cordelia came to sit beside the vampire. “So, he’s leaving then.”
“No, I asked him to stay until Dracula is definitely dust or gone.”
“You think that Dracula will go all vampy with the revenge?”
“I know he will.”
“Is Connor in danger? Would he go after him?”
“Everyone is in danger, but he’ll concentrate on getting you.”
“Me?”
Angel nodded. “He’ll want to take away Angelus’ property.” Looking away from Cordelia.
Cordelia scrunched up her face. “I thought you said that the vampires would respect these.” Touching the mark still apparent on her neck.
Angel sighed. “Any respect Dracula gave my mark, I imagine disappeared when we ruined his party. I’m sure he’ll feel no qualms on breaking his own rules.”
“And Spike is going to help us?”
Angel nodded. “Cordy, about these.” His thumb caressed the small marks. “I’m sorry…. but they will go away, I didn’t make them permanent.”
“Does that mean when they go away, I’ll no longer be your love slave?” Angel was confused by the humor in her tone. “Cuz, you know I kind of liked it.”
“Cordy…”
“Sometimes, you are such a dork. Angel, it was my idea, it didn’t hurt, and I’m fine. How about you? Any irresistible urge to snack on me?”
“Not to snack, but I do have some irresistible urges.” Angel smiled.
“Lucky for you it’s mutual, isn’t?”
“Very lucky.” His smile turning into a deep kiss as warm lips met his.
Chapter 19
“Master.”
“Mortimor, I do hope your information is more helpful than the last bit.”
“I believe that I have found Angelus.” Mortimor held out a handbill to the vampire.
“’Angel Investigations, Specializing in the Paranormal, Experience, Discretion, Let us help you, Free consultation'?” Dracula looked back up to his servant. “This is truly disturbing. He advertises. I knew he had no class, but this” The Count waved the paper around. “It’s just plain offensive. Angelus is a tradesman. Get this out of my sight.” Mortimor quickly took the handbill back.
“His property?”
“The young woman works with him and the other humans. Master, I do not believe that she is in actual fact the property of Angelus.”
“He marked her, a weak mark, but it was Angelus’ mark.”
“Maybe, but the information I received indicated that she isn’t his slave or concubine, Cordelia Chase works with him, but does not live with him, she in fact as her own apartment.”
The vampire leaned back into the overstuffed armchair. Not Angelus’ property. Had the evidence of the mark on the beautiful young woman been merely a ruse? Had the soul so corrupted Angelus’ vampire instincts that he could mark such delectable flesh and not possess it?
Dracula sat up. No matter. The beautiful human had been intriguing; her repulsion to the Count’s presence had challenged him. And Dracula had sensed a bond between the two of them, she may not be Angelus’ property but she was something to him. Dracula’s fingers tapped repeatedly on the arm of the chair. This revenge could even be sweeter than he hoped. He was definitely not bored.
“Mortimor, tell me you have her address.”
The distinguished Englishman bowed and handed the Count another piece of paper.
Chapter 20
“It’s about time, Peaches. These idiots won’t even tell me where to get a decent spot of blood. Hey, is that little squirt?” Spike jumped off the counter heading for the baby in Angel’s arms.
Spike stopped at Angel’s growl. “Just want to look, never saw a vampire baby before- hey it’s human.” Spike stepped back. “Peaches, you sure and hell got yourself involved in a daft prophecy. A vampire with a soul with a human kid, what is the world coming too? Is it ending again?"
“Shut up,” Cordelia glared. She had told herself that she would try to be nice to the blonde vampire after all he was was helping them and obviously Buffy broke his un-dead heart. But it was hard with that mouth of his.
“What?” Spike turned to Cordelia. “Geez, chit could you smell any more like Peaches. What? Were you two shagging on the way down? And in front of the squirt, naughty, naughty.”
“Spike,” Angel growled, ignoring Gunn and Fred’s gasps and Wesley’s hard stare.
“Jerk.” Cordelia stormed into the kitchen, her face flaming red.
“Hey, the shower thing only works if you do it alone.” Spike called after the young woman.
“Fred, please take Connor.” Angel said quietly. The young woman closed her jaw and ran up to take the small bundle. In an instant Angel had the back of Spike’s neck in his firm grip.
“Angel,” Wesley pushed at his glasses.
“Wes, my soul is permanent, okay?’” Angel called over his shoulder as he shoved Spike into Wesley’s office.
Wesley blinked at the information, then coughed once. “Well, that’s interesting.”
“Angel and Cordelia.” Fred smiled widely up from the baby in her arms.
“Is this a good thing?” Gunn finally spoke.
“Of course it is Charles.” Fred said.
“Wes.” Gunn turned away from the goofy romantic grin on the young woman’s face.
“Angel’s soul is permanent, so no danger of a return of Angelus and Angel has been obvious in his feeling for Cordelia for some time now.” Wesley looked at Fred before putting his glasses back on. “They found love, which is a very good thing.”
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“Let me go, you poof.”
“Spike, I warned you no upsetting Cordelia.”
“What? I didn’t do anything.”
Angel pushed the other vampire, letting him go. “You know you did. You embarrassed her.”
“You’re going to kill me for embarrassing your girl. Isn’t that just a tad melodramatic? You’re so whipped. Hey, what about Drac, you need my help.”
“I know. Spike, don’t be such asshole, it will get you killed.”
“You used to be fun.” Spike took his cigarettes out of his pocket.
“Spike.”
“The squirt is in the other room.” His Zippo in hand.
Angel just stared, his arms crossed.
“Fine.” Spike shoved the cigarette and lighter back in his pocket.
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“Um.” Cordelia came out of the kitchen, she was no longer beet red but she was uncomfortable at the glances her friends were giving her. She staggered back as Fred came up hugging her, the baby safe in his crib away from Fred’s exuberance.
“You and Angel,” She squeezed again. “It’s Moria, told you.” She shot a look at Wesley and Gunn.
“Um, Fred, you’re making me spill Angel’s breakfast.” Cordelia tried to balance the two mugs in her hands.
“Sorry.” Still beaming Fred released Cordelia from her happy hug.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Will my sex life always be a topic of conversation?”
“I believe the topic is closed now.” Wesley smiled softly at the young woman. Wesley was truly happy that Cordelia finally acknowledged her feelings for Angel. Wesley didn’t kid himself that Cordelia and Angel’s relationship would be easy, but still they were his friends and they both deserved to find happiness.
“Thanks, Wes.” Smiling at Wesley’s unspoken thoughts rather than his boss like tone.
She looked around, gesturing to Wesley’s office.
“Yeah, and Angel didn’t look pleased, the blond dead guy might be dust now.” Gunn jerked his head towards the closed door. “Haven’t heard any thing break yet, though. Kinda was looking forward to seeing his blonde dead ass come flying through the window.”
Cordelia sighed and went into the office.
“Darn. I’d hoped you had staked him. Here.” Cordelia held out a mug towards Angel.
“Cinnamon?”
Cordelia shrugged smiling. “Loving AND frustrating, I can’t help it.” She shoved the other mug at Spike. “Breakfast.”
“I don’t want Cinnamon.”
“Don’t be stupid. I had thought about arsenic, though. It might not kill, but it would have to hurt. Do you want it or not. Don’t be a baby. It's just pig’s blood warmed, plain and boring.”
Spike took the mug. Still a little floored at how easily Cordelia accepted the vampires drinking in front of her. “How come I didn’t get cinnamon?”
Cordelia blinked. “Because, I don’t love you, barely even like you. Angel, I’ve got to go back to my apartment for some stuff if I’m staying here while Dracula’s on the loose.”
“Cordy, I don’t…”
“Angel, it’s daylight and I can’t just stay without telling Dennis, he’d be worried. Give me your keys, I’ll bring your car back.”
Angel reluctantly pulled out his keys. “Don’t be too long, just pack some things and tell Dennis.”
“Yes, master.” Sticking her tongue out at the vampire.
“Hey, cheerleader.” Cordelia paused from her exit and turned to Spike.
“Barely liking me, means you like me some.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes and left.
“Peaches, Dracula is going to come after her hard.”
Angel glared then nodded his acceptance of what he already knew.
“That mind stuff is bull shit and games, but it does work.”
Angel growled then sighed. “Come on, we need to figure out where he’s staying.”
“That can’t be that difficult. How many four star hotels are they that let you bring your own coffin.” Following Angel out. “Hey, who’s Dennis and why aren’t you threatening him?”
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