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Adult ++
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Chapter Five
Title: Completely Different (5/?)
Author: QueenC
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Spike/Cordelia, Angelus/Cordelia. Mentions Spike/Dru, Angelus/Dru, and Cordelia/Xander
Disclaimer: I assure you I'm not Joss Whedon in disguise.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it, just ask!
Spoilers: Anything and everything is possible.
Summary: What if Buffy had staked Angel the moment she learned he was a vampire?
Author's Notes: This fic takes place in Season Two of BtVS. It's my first *ever* Spike/Cordelia fic, so please be kind. As in all my fics, Angel is Spike's sire simply because I refuse to believe differently. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams, and words in ^'s are flashbacks. This story also deals with two different realities. One of them is the Buffyverse that we all know. The second is similar to the Wishverse...just not. For purposes of this story, I'm going to refer to it as the What-If-Verse. *g*
WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATHS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF TORTURE. (FROM BOTH THE BUFFYVERSE AND THE WHAT-IF-VERSE.) IF THIS SORT OF THING BOTHERS YOU, THEN READ NO FURTHER!!!
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Sunnydale: Buffyverse
Angelus couldn't believe Delia's audacity. "That impudent little fledgling telling *me* what she will and will not do. She needs to learn to respect her elders, and I think I'm *just* the person to teach her," he muttered, storming through the cemetery he had seen her enter a few moments before. Blindly walking past tombstones, he thought about what she had told him. 'As his sire you should have seen to that'.
He growled, shaking his head. However, he couldn't ignore the slight guilt he felt.
Yet, it was still there, whispering in his ear, reminding him of times past when he would have done anything for his beloved William. Pausing, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to pinpoint when, exactly, he and his once favored childe had grown apart. Suddenly, the sounds of fighting pulled him from his less than pleasant thoughts.
Narrowing his eyes, Angelus followed the sound. Finally reaching a small clearing, he remained in the shadows, a smirk filling his face at the scene before him.
Delia stared at the young woman before her, grudgingly willing to admit that she was much better than anticipated.
Dodging yet another kick aimed at her head, the vampiress mentally shrugged. Steadying herself, she waited for another kick.
As soon as Kendra's leg left the ground, Delia grabbed it, twisting it harshly. Smirking, she watched as the woman had no choice but to move her body in the same direction, eventually flipping in mid-air and landing on her stomach.
Not giving the Slayer a chance to recuperate, the former cheerleader grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Yanking roughly, she forced the young woman to back up against her. Then, wrapping her arm around her throat, Delia leaned towards her ear, laughing softly.
"Is that the best you have? Really, Kendra, I thought you were better than that. I'm sure your Watcher would be *greatly* disappointed," she whispered.
Kendra closed her eyes, relaxing her body. Then, she brought her fist back, hitting her opponent directly in the face. "Is that better?" she questioned.
Delia swore, pushing the woman away from her. Gingerly, she touched her sore eye, which was already beginning to swell. "Bitch! That *hurt*!" she growled.
Kendra backed away, eyeing the vampiress warily. "Really? That was nothing," she replied. Quickly, she glanced around, trying to find her dropped stake. Not seeing it, she reached behind her, pulling her trusted Mr. Pointy out of her waistband. "Care to see what I am capabf whf when I am truly angry?" she challenged.
The vampiress raised an eyebrow, laughing softly as the young woman ran backwards into a tree. She watched with amusement as Kendra sagged against the bark, trying to catch her breath.
Kendra stared at the brunette, confusion filling her as the former cheerleader casually began toying with the pin that was keeping her hair pulled up. However, when the vampiress pulled the object out of her long hair, letting the chestnut colored strands fall down, the young Slayer suddenly realized that it wasn't a pin at all. It was a metal nail file.
Delia couldn't help but smirk at the questioning look on the young woman's face. Humming softly, she brought her most cherished object to her fingertips, idly running it along her nails.
After a few seconds, Kendra shook her head, growing frustrated. "Are we going to fight, or have makeovers?" she demanded.
The vampiress laughed. "I was just waiting for you to catch your breath, dear. But, if you're so anxious to die, far be it from me to stop you," she replied.
Kendra ground her teeth, gripping her stake tighter. "Let's fight."
Nodding, Delia casually threw the nail file at her opponent, grinning as the sharp metal embedded itself in the young woman's shoulder, pinning her to the tree.
Kendra let out a gasp, looking down at the weapon in shock. Dark blood was seeping from the wound, running down her arm and chest. Without thinking about it, she dropped Mr. Pointy and wrapped her free hand around the file, yanking on it. However, rather than move the object, she hissed in pain as her hand slipped, the metal slicing into her palm.
Delia giggled, sauntering up to her victim. "Oh, did I forget to mention that my nail file is sharper than most swords? Silly me," she teased. Standing directly in front of the struggling woman, she calmly reached out, placing her hand on the file.
Locking eyes with the Slayer, she yanked the weapon from her shoulder. "I also had it made so it could only be held a certain way. Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You can stand here and *try* to fight me, which will only lead to your death. *Or*, you can turn around and run as fast as your legs will carry you to the *real* Slayer and deliver a message for me," she stated. "Tell her that I'm here, I'm laying claim to this town, and if she tries to stop me, I'm going to kill her."
Kendra paused, considering her options. She knew that leaving was the coward's way out. However, she also knew that Buffy *had* to be told about this latest threat before it was too late. Finally, she nodded. Turning on her heel, she dashed off, holding her injured hand over her stab wound.
Delia raised the file to her lips, her gaze never leaving the retreating figure. Licking the blade, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste of power and life. Suddenly, she began walking after the woman, catching up with her at the edge of the cemetery.
Grabbing Kendra by the neck, she slammed her into a car parked near the gates. Peering over the young woman's shoulder, Delia grinned at the situation. She licked her lips, watching the fear fill the Slays fas face in the reflection in the passenger window.
"I want you to tell me what it's like," she whispered softly, pressing her body against the trembling girl's back. "To look in the mirror and *know* I'm right here, yet not be able to see what I'm about to do."
Kendra swallowed, trying to get some control over her emotions. "You said you were letting me go," she finally managed to gasp, her eyes locked on her own terrified face. She whimpered in fear at the sight of the nail file floating in the air directly beside her. However, all of the training she had received in her short life had seemed to escape her.
Delia laughed, gently running the blade along the woman's face, lightly breaking the skin. "What can I say?" she murmured. "I changed my mind." Then, she pressed harder on the weapon, causing more blood to flow from the wounds she was creating. Lowering her head, she lapped at the blood.
Kendra bit back a scream as the file began ripping through her flesh, horrified at the images being carved on her skin. Mustering up her last bit of strength, she began trying to struggle.
Delia sighed, raising her knee and pressing it into the small of her back, crushing her against the car. "Now, now. What happened to going peacefully?" she questioned.
The Slayer continued her feeble attempts at escape. "I'm not a peaceful person," she spat.
The former May Queen laughed, morphing into her game face. "Neither am I," she replied. Then, she sank her fangs into the girl's neck.
Kendra froze, her brown eyes staring in horror at the two puncture holes that suddenly appeared in her throat. A guttural scream erupted from within her as her blood was viscously sucked from her body.
Once the young woman was completely drained, Delia stepped back, watching with disinterest as the body fell to the ground. Kendra's eyes were frozen wide with terror, various designs engraved in her skin. However, the most prominent of all of the etches was a delicately drawn rose, each petal and thorn striking in their detail, with a long stem that curved around, forming a simple, yet eloquent, 'QC'.
Grinning, she licked her nail file clean, taking in her craftsmanship. "Well, *that* certainly helped my bad mood."
******
Sunnydale: What-If-Verse
Willow sighed, staring with distaste at the young woman chained to the wall. She was bleeding from several wounds, her skin already taking on a grayish tinge from the blood loss. Her voice had given out nearly an hour earlier, causing her to only be able to whimper every time a new torture was inflicted upon her battered body.
Dropping the knife she was holding, the redhead turned around, her green eyes locking on her mate. "Bored now," she pouted, exiting the caged area. "She's no fun anymore. She's broken."
Xander smiled, wrapping his arms around the vampiress. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head, his dark gaze landing on her latest toy. "I dunno, Wills," he said huskily, "I think we could probably find *something* to do with her."
Willow rolled her eyes, taking a step back. "No. I want something challenging," she replied. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, a smile filling her pale face. "I know! Let's go kill Delia and Spike!"
Xander sighed. "Now baby, we talked about this, remember?" he stated. "Wilkins said he had something planned, that we needed to wait." Seeing the disappointment cross her features, he questioned, "Why don't we go hunting? I'm sure we can find some unsuspecting human to play with."
The redhead paused, considering his suggestion. However, before she could decide, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Growling softly, she turned her head, glaring at the minion standing in the doorway. "What?"
"I-I'm sorry to b-bother you, Mistress. T-The Mayor just phoned. He wishes to see you both," the fledgling stammered.
Xander nodded. "All right. Leave now," he ordered. Then, he looked back at Willow. "Well, it looks like you might get your wish, baby. Maybe he's ready to attack."
"It's about time," Willow muttered. Taking his hand, she led him away. However, as they got to the doorway, she paused, looking back over her shoulder.
"You be good, Harmony," she giggled, smiling at the young woman still chained to the wall. "We'll be back soon to have some *real* fun."
******
Author: QueenC
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Spike/Cordelia, Angelus/Cordelia. Mentions Spike/Dru, Angelus/Dru, and Cordelia/Xander
Disclaimer: I assure you I'm not Joss Whedon in disguise.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it, just ask!
Spoilers: Anything and everything is possible.
Summary: What if Buffy had staked Angel the moment she learned he was a vampire?
Author's Notes: This fic takes place in Season Two of BtVS. It's my first *ever* Spike/Cordelia fic, so please be kind. As in all my fics, Angel is Spike's sire simply because I refuse to believe differently. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams, and words in ^'s are flashbacks. This story also deals with two different realities. One of them is the Buffyverse that we all know. The second is similar to the Wishverse...just not. For purposes of this story, I'm going to refer to it as the What-If-Verse. *g*
WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATHS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF TORTURE. (FROM BOTH THE BUFFYVERSE AND THE WHAT-IF-VERSE.) IF THIS SORT OF THING BOTHERS YOU, THEN READ NO FURTHER!!!
******
Sunnydale: Buffyverse
Angelus couldn't believe Delia's audacity. "That impudent little fledgling telling *me* what she will and will not do. She needs to learn to respect her elders, and I think I'm *just* the person to teach her," he muttered, storming through the cemetery he had seen her enter a few moments before. Blindly walking past tombstones, he thought about what she had told him. 'As his sire you should have seen to that'.
He growled, shaking his head. However, he couldn't ignore the slight guilt he felt.
Yet, it was still there, whispering in his ear, reminding him of times past when he would have done anything for his beloved William. Pausing, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to pinpoint when, exactly, he and his once favored childe had grown apart. Suddenly, the sounds of fighting pulled him from his less than pleasant thoughts.
Narrowing his eyes, Angelus followed the sound. Finally reaching a small clearing, he remained in the shadows, a smirk filling his face at the scene before him.
Delia stared at the young woman before her, grudgingly willing to admit that she was much better than anticipated.
Dodging yet another kick aimed at her head, the vampiress mentally shrugged. Steadying herself, she waited for another kick.
As soon as Kendra's leg left the ground, Delia grabbed it, twisting it harshly. Smirking, she watched as the woman had no choice but to move her body in the same direction, eventually flipping in mid-air and landing on her stomach.
Not giving the Slayer a chance to recuperate, the former cheerleader grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Yanking roughly, she forced the young woman to back up against her. Then, wrapping her arm around her throat, Delia leaned towards her ear, laughing softly.
"Is that the best you have? Really, Kendra, I thought you were better than that. I'm sure your Watcher would be *greatly* disappointed," she whispered.
Kendra closed her eyes, relaxing her body. Then, she brought her fist back, hitting her opponent directly in the face. "Is that better?" she questioned.
Delia swore, pushing the woman away from her. Gingerly, she touched her sore eye, which was already beginning to swell. "Bitch! That *hurt*!" she growled.
Kendra backed away, eyeing the vampiress warily. "Really? That was nothing," she replied. Quickly, she glanced around, trying to find her dropped stake. Not seeing it, she reached behind her, pulling her trusted Mr. Pointy out of her waistband. "Care to see what I am capabf whf when I am truly angry?" she challenged.
The vampiress raised an eyebrow, laughing softly as the young woman ran backwards into a tree. She watched with amusement as Kendra sagged against the bark, trying to catch her breath.
Kendra stared at the brunette, confusion filling her as the former cheerleader casually began toying with the pin that was keeping her hair pulled up. However, when the vampiress pulled the object out of her long hair, letting the chestnut colored strands fall down, the young Slayer suddenly realized that it wasn't a pin at all. It was a metal nail file.
Delia couldn't help but smirk at the questioning look on the young woman's face. Humming softly, she brought her most cherished object to her fingertips, idly running it along her nails.
After a few seconds, Kendra shook her head, growing frustrated. "Are we going to fight, or have makeovers?" she demanded.
The vampiress laughed. "I was just waiting for you to catch your breath, dear. But, if you're so anxious to die, far be it from me to stop you," she replied.
Kendra ground her teeth, gripping her stake tighter. "Let's fight."
Nodding, Delia casually threw the nail file at her opponent, grinning as the sharp metal embedded itself in the young woman's shoulder, pinning her to the tree.
Kendra let out a gasp, looking down at the weapon in shock. Dark blood was seeping from the wound, running down her arm and chest. Without thinking about it, she dropped Mr. Pointy and wrapped her free hand around the file, yanking on it. However, rather than move the object, she hissed in pain as her hand slipped, the metal slicing into her palm.
Delia giggled, sauntering up to her victim. "Oh, did I forget to mention that my nail file is sharper than most swords? Silly me," she teased. Standing directly in front of the struggling woman, she calmly reached out, placing her hand on the file.
Locking eyes with the Slayer, she yanked the weapon from her shoulder. "I also had it made so it could only be held a certain way. Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You can stand here and *try* to fight me, which will only lead to your death. *Or*, you can turn around and run as fast as your legs will carry you to the *real* Slayer and deliver a message for me," she stated. "Tell her that I'm here, I'm laying claim to this town, and if she tries to stop me, I'm going to kill her."
Kendra paused, considering her options. She knew that leaving was the coward's way out. However, she also knew that Buffy *had* to be told about this latest threat before it was too late. Finally, she nodded. Turning on her heel, she dashed off, holding her injured hand over her stab wound.
Delia raised the file to her lips, her gaze never leaving the retreating figure. Licking the blade, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste of power and life. Suddenly, she began walking after the woman, catching up with her at the edge of the cemetery.
Grabbing Kendra by the neck, she slammed her into a car parked near the gates. Peering over the young woman's shoulder, Delia grinned at the situation. She licked her lips, watching the fear fill the Slays fas face in the reflection in the passenger window.
"I want you to tell me what it's like," she whispered softly, pressing her body against the trembling girl's back. "To look in the mirror and *know* I'm right here, yet not be able to see what I'm about to do."
Kendra swallowed, trying to get some control over her emotions. "You said you were letting me go," she finally managed to gasp, her eyes locked on her own terrified face. She whimpered in fear at the sight of the nail file floating in the air directly beside her. However, all of the training she had received in her short life had seemed to escape her.
Delia laughed, gently running the blade along the woman's face, lightly breaking the skin. "What can I say?" she murmured. "I changed my mind." Then, she pressed harder on the weapon, causing more blood to flow from the wounds she was creating. Lowering her head, she lapped at the blood.
Kendra bit back a scream as the file began ripping through her flesh, horrified at the images being carved on her skin. Mustering up her last bit of strength, she began trying to struggle.
Delia sighed, raising her knee and pressing it into the small of her back, crushing her against the car. "Now, now. What happened to going peacefully?" she questioned.
The Slayer continued her feeble attempts at escape. "I'm not a peaceful person," she spat.
The former May Queen laughed, morphing into her game face. "Neither am I," she replied. Then, she sank her fangs into the girl's neck.
Kendra froze, her brown eyes staring in horror at the two puncture holes that suddenly appeared in her throat. A guttural scream erupted from within her as her blood was viscously sucked from her body.
Once the young woman was completely drained, Delia stepped back, watching with disinterest as the body fell to the ground. Kendra's eyes were frozen wide with terror, various designs engraved in her skin. However, the most prominent of all of the etches was a delicately drawn rose, each petal and thorn striking in their detail, with a long stem that curved around, forming a simple, yet eloquent, 'QC'.
Grinning, she licked her nail file clean, taking in her craftsmanship. "Well, *that* certainly helped my bad mood."
******
Sunnydale: What-If-Verse
Willow sighed, staring with distaste at the young woman chained to the wall. She was bleeding from several wounds, her skin already taking on a grayish tinge from the blood loss. Her voice had given out nearly an hour earlier, causing her to only be able to whimper every time a new torture was inflicted upon her battered body.
Dropping the knife she was holding, the redhead turned around, her green eyes locking on her mate. "Bored now," she pouted, exiting the caged area. "She's no fun anymore. She's broken."
Xander smiled, wrapping his arms around the vampiress. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head, his dark gaze landing on her latest toy. "I dunno, Wills," he said huskily, "I think we could probably find *something* to do with her."
Willow rolled her eyes, taking a step back. "No. I want something challenging," she replied. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, a smile filling her pale face. "I know! Let's go kill Delia and Spike!"
Xander sighed. "Now baby, we talked about this, remember?" he stated. "Wilkins said he had something planned, that we needed to wait." Seeing the disappointment cross her features, he questioned, "Why don't we go hunting? I'm sure we can find some unsuspecting human to play with."
The redhead paused, considering his suggestion. However, before she could decide, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Growling softly, she turned her head, glaring at the minion standing in the doorway. "What?"
"I-I'm sorry to b-bother you, Mistress. T-The Mayor just phoned. He wishes to see you both," the fledgling stammered.
Xander nodded. "All right. Leave now," he ordered. Then, he looked back at Willow. "Well, it looks like you might get your wish, baby. Maybe he's ready to attack."
"It's about time," Willow muttered. Taking his hand, she led him away. However, as they got to the doorway, she paused, looking back over her shoulder.
"You be good, Harmony," she giggled, smiling at the young woman still chained to the wall. "We'll be back soon to have some *real* fun."
******