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Completely Different
Title: Completely Different (1/?)
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
Cordelia Chase sighed, staring at the library doors that loomed before her. Normally, she would just walk right in, seat herself at the table, and join her friends in averting whatever potential disaster was brewing on the Hellmouth that week. However, this time was different.
This time, her friends weren't going to be sitting around the table, books opened in front of them and pleasant conversation flowing around the room. Her boyfriend wasn't inside, a donut in his mouth and goofy grin on his face. No, for the first time that she could remember, the library was empty.
Yet, that wasn't the problem.
No, the problem was the fact that *she* was there, while everyone else, Giles included, wasn't. That, and the fact that she couldn't leave. At least, not until the shelves had been dusted.
The May Queen looked at the feather duster she was holding, her face a picture of disgust. "This is *so* unfair!" she exclaimed, "What ever happened to cruel and unusual punishment? Isn't that, like, a *law* or something?"
Principal Snyder gave the young woman a dark look. "Not in my school it isn't. And, you should just be grateful that *this* is all that you're having to do. If I had it my way, you'd be cleaning the bathrooms with a toothbrush," he replied. "Now, get in there and get started. I'll be back in an hour to check on you. Moreover, don't even *think* about calling any of your little friends to come and help you. I let that Mr. Giles know that *no* one is allowed in the library after school hours. You're on your own."
Cordelia rolled her eyes, pushing open the doors and walking inside. "Overreact much?" she muttered, flipping on the lights. "I mean, hello?! So I parked in your stupid parking spot. Big deal. I drove my car *through* the school last year and no one said anything!" Freezing, she realized what she had just said. < Smart move, Cordy. Tell him that you're the culprit the cops have been looking for. > Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder, sighing in relief when she realized that he wasn't there. < Wow. I s hes he meant it when he said I was on my own. >
Sighing, she walked across the library, pausing at the table in the center of the room. Glancing at the books scattered across it, she debated on leaving them alone. That would mean one less flat surface she had to dust. However, as she read the titles and realized that they were a part of the demonology section, the brunette knew that she had to move them. < If not, Snyder is going to see them. And, that little worm is just *looking* for an excuse to bust Giles at *something*. >
The young woman ignored the 'Queen C' part of her that protested at her concern for someone other than herself. Gathering as many books as she could, she carried them to the librarian's office, placing them on the desk. Turning around, she noticed a folded piece of paper lying on the ground.
< It must have fallen out of one of the books. > Kneeling, she picked it up. She was about to place it on the desk when curiosity got the better of her. Unfolding the paper, her eyes widened as the sound of ripping paper reached her ears. Instantly, a white light shot from the foreign words on the paper, enveloping her.
An instant later, the light was gone. Cordelia frowned, looking around the small office. Turning in a circle, the young woman growled, her hazel eyes flashing amber.
"When in the *hell* did they rebuild the library?"
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Sunnydale: What-If-Verse
Cordelia blinked, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. "What was *that*?" she asked. Suddenly, she became aware of two things: She wasn't in the library and she wasn't alone.
Looking around, she realized that she was standing in an alley. Turning her head, she her gaze landed on the whimpering young woman who was cowering against the wall.
"Are you all right?" the May Queen asked, taking a step towards her.
The woman cried out, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. "P-Please," she whispered, "D-Don't hurt me."
Cordelia frowned, confusion filling her. "Hurt you?" she repeated. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
Before the woman could reply, a British accent cut through the night. "Delia, luv, are you down here?"
The cheerleader gasped, paling. She knew that voicrantranted, she'd only heard it a few times. However, it still sent chills up and down her spine. Hoping that she was mistaken, she glanced over her shoulder. Immediately, her eyes landed on the shock of blonde hair that was attached to a pale face with bright blue eyes.
< Oh God. It's Spike. This is *so* not good. > Patting her pockets, the young woman sighed in relief when she felt the stake that she had placed there at Buffy's insistence. Looking at the trembling young woman in front of her, she hissed, "Run."
Once the woman took off, Cordelia spun around, her hand closing around her stake. Then, what the blonde vampire had said registered.
< Delia? Did he say Delia?! >
Spike smiled at Cordelia, sauntering down the alley. He watched as she turned to the Happy Meal. Pausing, he waited for the bloodshed that was sure to follow. However, it never came.
Instead, he watched as the human ran away. Frowning, he glanced at Cordelia. "Pet?" he questioned. Suddenly, he froze, inhaling deeply.
Fear. He could smell fear. And, it was coming from the brunette in front of him. Focusing his senses, he gasped. < The chit has a heartbeat! > Growling, he stormed to her. Grabbing her by the upper arms, he slammed her against the wall.
"What in the *hell* is going on?" he snarled, peering into her frightened hazel eyes. "Why are you alive?"
Cordelia stared at him, trying to stop the trembling that had taken over her body. < Think, damn it! > Turning her head, she glanced past him to the entrance of the alley. < Ok. There aren't any more vampires. Which means if I can get away, I stand a chance. >
Spike squeezed her arms, resisting the urge to break them. He waited until she was looking at him again before demanding, "Who are you and where's my mate?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he shook her. "Where is Cordelia?"
The May Queen cried out in pain as her head connected with the wall. "I-I'm Cordelia!" she exclaimed. "I swear, I'm Cordelia!"
The Big Bad growled. "Bullocks," he snapped. "You're alive."
The young woman gave him a dark look. "Really? Gee, I hadn't noticed, what with the needing to *breathe* and all!" she retorted. Then, she gasped, her eyes widening. < Smart move! Tell off the evil vampire. >
Spike suddenly leaned forward, inhaling deeply. Sure enough, she had Cordelia scent. Granted, she still had the stench of humanity on her. However, there was no denying that she was, in fact, Cordelia.
Releasing her, he took a step back. "Bloody hell," he swore, "He must be behind this. I'll kill him."
Cordelia frowned, rubbing her arms. "He who?" she wondered.
Lighting a cigarette, the bleached blonde stared at the human version of his mate impassively. "Wilkins," he responded. Grabbing her by the arm, he began walking out of the alley, pulling her behind him. "Come on, pet. Looks like you're stuck with me until we can get this mess sorted out."
The brunette tried to pull free of his grasp, glaring at him. "Excuse me? But, I am not *about* to go with you! I'm going to find Buffy and tell her that something *really* strange is going on. If anyone can fix it, she can," she stated.
Spike laughed, his eyes shining. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a bit." Shaking his head, he said, "Sorry, luv, but I'm afraid that's not possible."
Cordelia raised an eyebrow, finally stopping in her struggling. "And why is that?" she asked.
Stopping, he let go of her arm, looking at her. "Because, Delia," he replied smugly, "The Slayer is dead. The Master killed her a while back." Quickly, he spun her so she was facing the darkened streets of Sunnydale. Pressing himself against her back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "There's no where for you to go, luv. This town, everything you see, is mine."
******
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
Cordelia Chase sighed, staring at the library doors that loomed before her. Normally, she would just walk right in, seat herself at the table, and join her friends in averting whatever potential disaster was brewing on the Hellmouth that week. However, this time was different.
This time, her friends weren't going to be sitting around the table, books opened in front of them and pleasant conversation flowing around the room. Her boyfriend wasn't inside, a donut in his mouth and goofy grin on his face. No, for the first time that she could remember, the library was empty.
Yet, that wasn't the problem.
No, the problem was the fact that *she* was there, while everyone else, Giles included, wasn't. That, and the fact that she couldn't leave. At least, not until the shelves had been dusted.
The May Queen looked at the feather duster she was holding, her face a picture of disgust. "This is *so* unfair!" she exclaimed, "What ever happened to cruel and unusual punishment? Isn't that, like, a *law* or something?"
Principal Snyder gave the young woman a dark look. "Not in my school it isn't. And, you should just be grateful that *this* is all that you're having to do. If I had it my way, you'd be cleaning the bathrooms with a toothbrush," he replied. "Now, get in there and get started. I'll be back in an hour to check on you. Moreover, don't even *think* about calling any of your little friends to come and help you. I let that Mr. Giles know that *no* one is allowed in the library after school hours. You're on your own."
Cordelia rolled her eyes, pushing open the doors and walking inside. "Overreact much?" she muttered, flipping on the lights. "I mean, hello?! So I parked in your stupid parking spot. Big deal. I drove my car *through* the school last year and no one said anything!" Freezing, she realized what she had just said. < Smart move, Cordy. Tell him that you're the culprit the cops have been looking for. > Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder, sighing in relief when she realized that he wasn't there. < Wow. I s hes he meant it when he said I was on my own. >
Sighing, she walked across the library, pausing at the table in the center of the room. Glancing at the books scattered across it, she debated on leaving them alone. That would mean one less flat surface she had to dust. However, as she read the titles and realized that they were a part of the demonology section, the brunette knew that she had to move them. < If not, Snyder is going to see them. And, that little worm is just *looking* for an excuse to bust Giles at *something*. >
The young woman ignored the 'Queen C' part of her that protested at her concern for someone other than herself. Gathering as many books as she could, she carried them to the librarian's office, placing them on the desk. Turning around, she noticed a folded piece of paper lying on the ground.
< It must have fallen out of one of the books. > Kneeling, she picked it up. She was about to place it on the desk when curiosity got the better of her. Unfolding the paper, her eyes widened as the sound of ripping paper reached her ears. Instantly, a white light shot from the foreign words on the paper, enveloping her.
An instant later, the light was gone. Cordelia frowned, looking around the small office. Turning in a circle, the young woman growled, her hazel eyes flashing amber.
"When in the *hell* did they rebuild the library?"
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Sunnydale: What-If-Verse
Cordelia blinked, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. "What was *that*?" she asked. Suddenly, she became aware of two things: She wasn't in the library and she wasn't alone.
Looking around, she realized that she was standing in an alley. Turning her head, she her gaze landed on the whimpering young woman who was cowering against the wall.
"Are you all right?" the May Queen asked, taking a step towards her.
The woman cried out, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. "P-Please," she whispered, "D-Don't hurt me."
Cordelia frowned, confusion filling her. "Hurt you?" she repeated. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
Before the woman could reply, a British accent cut through the night. "Delia, luv, are you down here?"
The cheerleader gasped, paling. She knew that voicrantranted, she'd only heard it a few times. However, it still sent chills up and down her spine. Hoping that she was mistaken, she glanced over her shoulder. Immediately, her eyes landed on the shock of blonde hair that was attached to a pale face with bright blue eyes.
< Oh God. It's Spike. This is *so* not good. > Patting her pockets, the young woman sighed in relief when she felt the stake that she had placed there at Buffy's insistence. Looking at the trembling young woman in front of her, she hissed, "Run."
Once the woman took off, Cordelia spun around, her hand closing around her stake. Then, what the blonde vampire had said registered.
< Delia? Did he say Delia?! >
Spike smiled at Cordelia, sauntering down the alley. He watched as she turned to the Happy Meal. Pausing, he waited for the bloodshed that was sure to follow. However, it never came.
Instead, he watched as the human ran away. Frowning, he glanced at Cordelia. "Pet?" he questioned. Suddenly, he froze, inhaling deeply.
Fear. He could smell fear. And, it was coming from the brunette in front of him. Focusing his senses, he gasped. < The chit has a heartbeat! > Growling, he stormed to her. Grabbing her by the upper arms, he slammed her against the wall.
"What in the *hell* is going on?" he snarled, peering into her frightened hazel eyes. "Why are you alive?"
Cordelia stared at him, trying to stop the trembling that had taken over her body. < Think, damn it! > Turning her head, she glanced past him to the entrance of the alley. < Ok. There aren't any more vampires. Which means if I can get away, I stand a chance. >
Spike squeezed her arms, resisting the urge to break them. He waited until she was looking at him again before demanding, "Who are you and where's my mate?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he shook her. "Where is Cordelia?"
The May Queen cried out in pain as her head connected with the wall. "I-I'm Cordelia!" she exclaimed. "I swear, I'm Cordelia!"
The Big Bad growled. "Bullocks," he snapped. "You're alive."
The young woman gave him a dark look. "Really? Gee, I hadn't noticed, what with the needing to *breathe* and all!" she retorted. Then, she gasped, her eyes widening. < Smart move! Tell off the evil vampire. >
Spike suddenly leaned forward, inhaling deeply. Sure enough, she had Cordelia scent. Granted, she still had the stench of humanity on her. However, there was no denying that she was, in fact, Cordelia.
Releasing her, he took a step back. "Bloody hell," he swore, "He must be behind this. I'll kill him."
Cordelia frowned, rubbing her arms. "He who?" she wondered.
Lighting a cigarette, the bleached blonde stared at the human version of his mate impassively. "Wilkins," he responded. Grabbing her by the arm, he began walking out of the alley, pulling her behind him. "Come on, pet. Looks like you're stuck with me until we can get this mess sorted out."
The brunette tried to pull free of his grasp, glaring at him. "Excuse me? But, I am not *about* to go with you! I'm going to find Buffy and tell her that something *really* strange is going on. If anyone can fix it, she can," she stated.
Spike laughed, his eyes shining. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a bit." Shaking his head, he said, "Sorry, luv, but I'm afraid that's not possible."
Cordelia raised an eyebrow, finally stopping in her struggling. "And why is that?" she asked.
Stopping, he let go of her arm, looking at her. "Because, Delia," he replied smugly, "The Slayer is dead. The Master killed her a while back." Quickly, he spun her so she was facing the darkened streets of Sunnydale. Pressing himself against her back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "There's no where for you to go, luv. This town, everything you see, is mine."
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