Title: A Bitch's Bang
Author: Qandi
Posted: 10-28-2004
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Rating: PG-13
Category: Songfic
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Summary: Cordy knows who she is, and she's gonna' tell the world.
Spoilers: Tiny little late season 2 mentionette.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Thanks/Dedication:Cordelia walked into Caritas, looking around for her very green friend.
Caritas was a sanctuary, filled with bloodsuckin' fiends, having the time of their lives with kittens, which, honestly, was uber-creepy.
Cordy shivered, and clutched her purse a little closer. No matter how safe this place was, being around demons could still freak someone out. She took a cleansing breath, and hurried up to the Host, Lorne.
"Hey Lorne!" She smiled brightly, and walked up to him. He startled, and turned to ehr with a smile and a seabreeze. "Hey, Browneyes." His bright eyes twinkled merrily, and his arms reached out to hug her. She hugged back.
"So, Lorne...I may kill the place with my voice--" He waved her self-assault away. "--but, I was gonna give it ago. Make one with the mic."
Lorne studied her closely, and his friendly smile turned sympathetic. Not only was she fidgeting, but her aura just screamed 'let me OUT!'. "Alright, Sweetie-pie," He guided her up to the brightly lit stage, and up to a small black stool where she sat down quickly. She paused, looked around, and finally chose to set her purse below the stool.
"Well, well, well! Tonight we're going to have the oh-so-beautiful, former princess of Pylea, and seer for the Powers That Be, sing-" "I'm A Bitch" Cordelia told him. "I'm A Bitch, and if we hear any funny stuff, she might sick her champion on you." He grinned at a few vamps, who were either 'zipping' their mouths shut or looking ever-innocent.
Lorne handed the microphone to Cordelia as the music began to play, and hurried off the stage. "Here goes *something*..." she muttered as she took a deep breath.
//I hate the world today
Your so good to me, I know,
But I can't change.
I try to tell you but you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath,
Innocent, and sweet...//
She smiled in the direction of the crowed which she heard a whistle.
//Yesterday I cried,
You must've been relieved to see the softer side.
I can understand how you'd be so confused,
I don't envy you, I'm a little bif of everything,
All rolled into one!
I'm a bitch,
I'm a lover,
I'm a child,
I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell,
I'm your dream,
I'm nothing in between you know you wouldn't want it
Any other way...//
Cordelia stood up now, purse forgotten beneath her seat, and for the first time in months, Cordelia Chase looked glowing, looked happy, and looked...Cordyish.
//So take me as I am,
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man.
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous,
And I'm goin' to extremes,
Tomorrow I will change,
And today won't mean a thing.
I'm a bitch,
I'm a lover,
I'm a child,
I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell,
I'm your dream,
I'm nothin' in between,
You know you wouldn't want it any other way...
Just when you think,
You got me, figured out,
The seasons already changin',
I think it's cool, you do what you do,
And don't try to change me...//
Cordelia was on her tippy toes hollaring to the Heavens at the finish of her song. Her first grade teacher had always tought her that stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Cordy like her stories to go like this. BANG. BANG. BANG.
//I'm a bitch,
I'm a lover,
I'm a child,
I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell,
I'm your dream,
I'm nothin' in between,
You know you wouldn't want it any other way...
I'm a bitch,
I'm a tease,
I'm a goddess on my knees,
When your hurt,
When you suffer,
I'm your angel under cover,
I been dumped,
I'm revived,
Can't say I'm not alive, you know I wouldn't want it any other way...//
The audience gasped, 'ooh'ed, 'ahh'ed, whistled, clapped, smiled, gurgled, and cried all at once.
Cordelia grabbed that pretty little leather purse of hers, gave a half-smile to her 'adoring mob', and walked over to Lorne. Who enveloped her in a huge, "You did great, Princess."
Cordelia, in all her years, had learned that you shouldn't judge people, it was basically the Golden Rule. And Cordy was in no mood to be judged. So, before she exited the demon-bar, she whispered over her shoulder. "Xander Harris: BANG, and crash, and splat...Doyle: BANG, and thunk, and ouch, Angel: I want a happy ending."
Ends.