Part 6
Knowing that she couldn’t really avoid being alone with Angel for much longer, Cordelia sighed and reached out a hand to shut off the hot water flow. The last few weeks of estrangement had changed the easy-going nature of their relationship and the confused seer didn’t how to deal with the sudden awkwardness that had sprung up between them.
Her stomach fluttering with inexplicable butterflies, Cordelia stepped carefully over the side of the tub onto the fluffy cream bathmat, taking a towel from the heated rail and securing it firmly over her full breasts. Struggling to get her topsy-turvy emotions back under control, she tugged off her shower cap and shook out her wealth of dark hair, letting it tumble in a mass of waves down her back.
A light tapping on the bathroom door made her jump out of her skin and her heart leapt into her throat. “Yes?”
“It’s me.” Angel’s familiar voice sounded through the thick wood. “May I come in?”
“Of course.”
The vampire’s head and shoulders came into view around the door, and he smiled tentatively at her before the rest of his tall muscular body followed his upper half into the steamed-up room.
“I thought you might want something to wear.” he said quietly, offering her the purple nightclothes that he held in his hands.
“Thanks.” Cordelia quickly took the garments from him, clutched them to her chest and stood uneasily in the centre of the bathroom, her sudden shyness rooting her to the spot.
“Umm – you don’t mind if I stay do you?” Angel asked, noting her self-protecting stance. “I could use a shower myself.”
“No… I … go ahead.”
Cordelia averted her eyes as Angel shed his clothes, stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water full blast. Keeping her back to him, she hurriedly dried herself off and slipped her negligee on over her head, letting it settle naturally over her curves.
Knowing she was being ridiculous – it was just Angel for god’s sake – the seer closed her eyes and took a few calming breaths to steady her shaky nerves. She pulled on her robe and tied it firmly around her slim waist, then forced herself to look back over her shoulder at her boyfriend rather than escaping into the safety of the bedroom.
Angel stood buck-naked in the shower, repeatedly lathering up a sponge and washing himself down with the resultant soap suds. The vision of unadulterated masculinity that he presented made her breath catch in her throat and a rush of moisture gather at her apex.
Her heartbeat quickening, Cordelia turned around to get a better view of her pale-skinned, dark-haired Adonis so that her hungry eyes could feast with appreciation on the hard, muscular planes of his back and the firm, toned curves of his ass.
Her uneasiness all but forgotten, her traitorous body began to thrum with overpowering need, even as the more rational part of her brain questioned whether giving into her baser desires was the right thing to do. She and Angel still had a great deal of emotional baggage to work through and, the strength of her arousal notwithstanding, she didn’t want to give him the impression that everything was suddenly all right between them again.
As Angel stood under the spray, rinsing the soap bubbles from his body, his vampiric senses tingled, alerting him to his girlfriend’s intense scrutiny. The sweet and spicy smell of her arousal wafted over him a few moments later, and his groin swiftly became engorged with blood in reaction to that familiar and intoxicating scent.
He leaned forward and turned off the shower and then slowly turned to face his mesmerised seer, a deep thrill of satisfaction burning in his belly when her eyes grew wide in response to the further wave of desire that flooded through her.
Stepping out of the bath, the vampire padded across the floor to stand in front of the captivated young woman, frowning when he noticed the conflicting emotions swimming in her beautiful caramel eyes. “Cordy?”
“I want to Angel, I do. It’s just …” Cordelia broke off, struggling to find the right words to describe her hesitancy. Agitatedly twisting the silk tie of her robe around her fingers, she tried to explain. “We still need to talk.”
Ah, so *that* was the problem.
“I know Cor, and we will – I *promise*” Angel vowed, slipping a crooked finger under her chin and raising her gaze to his. “I know that making love won’t solve all our problems, but I think we need this.”
“I feel so separate from you and I’m scared that if we wait too long to reconnect, we’re going to grow further apart.” he continued quietly, looking longingly into the depths of her hazel orbs
Relief flooded through Cordelia’s veins at his earnest assurances and her previous reluctance disappeared into the ether. Demonstrating her willingness with actions rather than words, she carefully untied her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor and pool about her bare feet.
Angel stepped closer and cupped her face between his palms, his skin temporarily heated by the hot shower he’d just taken. “I love you.” he proclaimed softly before dipping his head to capture her lips in a deep fiery kiss.
Caught slightly off-guard by her boyfriend’s bold move, Cordelia gasped in surprise, but quickly recovered her wits to respond in kind to the passionate clinch. She stroked her fingers lightly up and down the contours of his back as his cool tongue swept a broad path over her full bottom lip, and then plunged into the hot cavern of her waiting mouth.
Angel curled her dark tresses around his fingers as their respective tongues tangled enthusiastically together, each fighting for dominance of the kiss. When the seer’s need for oxygen forced him to lift his mouth away from her inviting lips, the vampire dropped his head to nuzzle at her neck.
Gasping for breath, Cordelia arched her throat into Angel’s exploring lips, spearing her fingers through his spiky hair to hold him to her. She could feel his erection nudging against her silk-covered belly as his cool mouth began to travel across the ridge of her collarbone and she brazenly pushed her hips forward to increase the contact.
Consumed by the sudden desire to turn the tables and become the one in control of their love-making, Cordelia twisted her head away from his tender caress and gently pushed him back a step.
“What’s wr-?” Angel started to ask, but was silenced by the two fingers that she placed directly over his mobile mouth.
She delicately traced the shape of his lips with one finger, before lifting herself up on her tiptoes to press her mouth into the hollow of his throat. Her tongue darted out to savour the salt of his skin as she breathed deeply of his dark musky scent.
The vampire’s unique taste and smell triggered off a throbbing sensation between the seer’s thighs, as she trailed a meandering path of wet kisses down his hard muscular torso until she was kneeling in front of him on the bathroom floor, her face level with his bobbing erection.
“Cordelia …”
Guessing her intentions, Angel started to half-heartedly protest, but broke off with a low moan the moment her hot mouth surrounded the tip of his throbbing shaft. “Oh God!”
Continuing with her gentle oral stimulation, the seer touched her tongue to the tip of his hardened sex and lapped up the drop of fluid that had formed there, humming contentedly when the sharp tang of it stimulated her taste buds.
“Oh Jesus Christ!” Angel exclaimed; the vibrations from that low sound sending his arousal sky-rocketing. He reached down and fisted his hands into the cool silk of her hair, holding her to him, but not attempting to control her movements.
Suckling lightly, the seer playfully ran the flat of her tongue along his penis’s sensitive underside and was rewarded with another series of semi-tortured groans from the aroused vampire. “Oh yeah! So good! Oh keep going baby!”
Responding to his low moans of encouragement, Cordelia braced her hands against his upper thighs and took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. Increasing the suction, she dragged her lips back up his length, before repeating the action to set up the slow steady rhythm that she knew drove him wild.
Sucking in heavy unneeded breaths, Angel briefly glanced down and nearly came at the sight of her full lips sliding up and down his sensitised shaft. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the overpowering pleasure she was affording him, rocking his hips back and forth in shallow thrusting movements.
A few minutes more and he was teetering on the precipice of oblivion, ready to explode. “Oh God Cor! Stop – I’m going to come.” he warned hoarsely, tugging frantically on her hair.
Cordelia ignored him and instead increased her ministrations, lifting her bottom off her heels to aid her efforts. Warm gentle fingers cupped and gently squeezed his heavy balls and the action sent the over-stimulated vampire spiralling into ecstasy. He threw back his head, the chords of his neck straining with effort, and let out a strangled groan as he erupted into her mouth with long cool spurts. “Oh Fuck! Oh yes!”
Utterly sated, Angel slowly regained his senses and looked down to find Cordelia still kneeling like a Geisha at his feet. She was smiling up at him with a self-satisfied smirk on her flushed face and a mischievous glint twinkling in her brown eyes.
The shell-shocked vampire shook his head with a rueful smile. “You are a very wicked woman Cordelia Chase. I wanted to be the one who made you lose control.”
“I know, but I love it when you surrender yourself to me in that way; I really wanted to have that tonight.”
“Why?”
When the seer hesitated in replying to his question, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap; Angel squatted down in front of her and took her chin in his hand, lifting her heart-shaped face to his.
“If we’re going to get through this, then we have to be honest with each other,” he told her quietly. “Even if we think what we’re going to say is something that the other one might not want to hear.”
Cordelia nodded, and then blurted out her motives before she lost her nerve. “You cut yourself off from me,” she explained. “I wanted you back; wanted you to completely give yourself to me again – just like you used to.”
Angel sighed; he hadn’t really appreciated just how much his emotional withdrawal had affected her.
“Besides,” Cordelia continued, injecting a cheerier note into her voice. “With your vampire stamina, you’re a fast re-load so I thought what the hell?”
The tension broken, Angel laughed his rich deep laugh as Cordelia rose to her feet and took a few steps backwards. Gracing her expectant boyfriend with a shy smile, she hooked her fingers into the thin straps of her purple negligee and slowly slid them down her arms, baring herself to the waist. She lifted her arms out to the sides and, with a sexy wiggle of her curvaceous hips, the silk nightdress fell to the floor leaving her standing completely nude before him.
The vampire’s deep brown eyes swept the length of her shapely body – from her passion-flushed cheeks, over her round pink-tipped breasts, and down to the dark thatch of curls that guarded the entrance to her sweet centre. Although she was still the epitome of womanhood as far as he was concerned, he couldn’t help noticing that her body had gone through some changes in the past few weeks – changes that were not for the better. Stepping nearer, he ran his cool fingers along the length of her too prominent ribs.
“I ate breakfast this morning.” Cordelia told him conversationally, sensing the direction his thoughts were taking. “Blueberry pancakes and maple syrup – Wesley forced two lots down me. I reckon he’s appointed himself as my personal dietician – I’ll be back to normal in no time with him on the case.”
Angel smiled, cupped the back of her head in his large palm and pressed a gentle kiss to the centre of her forehead.
“Wesley’s a good friend.” he commented when he released her, not just referring to the ex-watcher’s attempt to feed her up. They owed the man a lot; if it hadn’t been for him, then they would still be avoiding their problems rather than facing up to them.
“Yeah, he’s da bomb; even if he doesn’t know what that means.” Cordelia replied with a smile.
“Never mind.” she shook her head at her boyfriend’s puzzled look. “Just kiss me big guy.”
Angel duly complied with his girlfriend’s husky demand, treating her to a long drugging kiss that had her head spinning and her knees buckling. Strong hands encircled Cordelia’s waist, steadying her, and she squeaked in surprise when the vampire lifted her effortlessly off the ground and up into his arms.
She wound her long tanned legs around his waist and encircled his head with her arms, peppering his face with sweet kisses and pressing the damp heat of her centre against his taut belly.
“I love you.” She bent to whisper softly in his ear, nuzzling at his neck as he carried her through into the dimly lit bedroom.
Angel gently lowered his precious cargo down on to the mattress, then stepped back to look his fill. As his desire-laden eyes travelled over his girlfriend’s exposed golden skin, he was suddenly glad that she had taken the edge off his arousal with the impromptu bout of oral sex in the bathroom. Now he would be able to take the time to worship every inch of her voluptuous body and really show her just how much he loved her.
Oh Boy! I know *that* look.
Cordelia unconsciously let her legs drop open in silent invitation, and shivered in helpless anticipation at the familiar intent that she saw gleaming in her vampire’s chocolate eyes.
Angel climbed onto the bed and knelt between her spread thighs, preparing to incite the woman he loved to the pinnacle of sensual delight. He started off his campaign of seduction by running one finger lightly across the soft skin of her lower abdomen, smiling in satisfaction when her stomach muscles jumped and she gasped in response to his expert stimulation of one of her secret erogenous zones.
Cordelia closed her eyes and moaned breathlessly as the vampire’s talented hands began to draw swirly patterns on her tingling flesh. He began his voyage of discovery just above the dark curls that hid the entrance to her body, and then slowly moved on upwards until he was tracing ever decreasing circles around her full breasts.
Her dusky pink nipples were standing to attention, literally begging for his skilful touch and Cordelia sucked in a deep breath waiting for the pleasurable sensations that were sure to follow. When the vampire’s adept fingers suddenly left her body without satisfying her need however, the seer wailed in frustration. “Angel! Oh God! Oh please!”
“Patience baby, patience. All in good time.” he bent to murmur soothingly in her ear, his voice low and gravely as he suckled lightly at the pulse-point on her neck, savouring the rush of pumping blood under his exploring lips.
His cool mouth then placed a trail of biting kisses along the column of her throat, and down between the valley of her breasts, moving towards her lower abdomen. Holding his girlfriend’s undulating hips lightly in his big hands, Angel kissed the velvety skin of her slightly rounded belly and deftly circled her navel with his tongue, coaxing little mewling sounds of pleasure from the writhing woman beneath him.
Cordelia mindlessly tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, lost in the erotic sensations he was engendering within her. Angel hadn’t even touched her most intimate places yet, and it already felt like her whole body was on fire. A thin sheen of sweat broke out over her body and her damp hair stuck to her flushed cheeks as her sex became slick with creamy arousal.
She’d missed this so much; sex and making love appeared on the surface to be the same thing, but with Angel there was a world of difference. The physical intimacy that they had shared during their weeks of estrangement had only left the seer feeling more empty and alone, whereas now, as her beloved vampire tenderly made love to her once again, she felt like she was the most cherished woman alive.
A cool mouth unexpectedly latched onto her left breast and Cordelia couldn’t prevent the high impassioned cry that escaped her lips as a result. She arched into Angel’s touch, moaning helplessly as his hand moulded the soft flesh of her other breast in his palm, his thumb teasing the tightly puckered and sensitive peak.
Angel ground his burgeoning erection into the mattress, trying to relieve the aching pressure in his groin, as the thick heady scent of feminine arousal saturated the air around him. Drawn like a moth to a flame, he hunkered down between Cordelia’s spread thighs, eager to taste the sweet honey that he could see glistening on the pink folds of her womanhood.
As his tongue caressed the length of her sex and lightly circled her throbbing clit, Cordelia cried out at the sheer pleasure of the contact, but then clutched at his shoulders, trying to tug him back up the length of her body. “Oh God Angel – I need you in me. Please – it’s been so long.”
Unable to resist his lover’s soft plea, the vampire rose from between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his erection brushing against her wet and quivering opening. With a low groan, he sank inch by inch into her tight core, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming warmth.
A soft soughing sound tumbled from Cordelia’s lips as his thick length filled her and stretched her vaginal walls to the limit. “Oh Angel!” she breathed, completely overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation of their joining.
Angel held still and looked down into his girlfriend’s beautiful face, watching as her eyes closed and her features contorted with pleasure. Struck with a flash of inspiration, he dropped a kiss on the end of her pretty nose and then gently pulled out of her body, rolling them both onto their sides.
“Angel?” Cordelia’s eyes popped open and worriedly gazed up at him.
“Ssh, it’s okay,” the vampire soothed, running a cool hand slowly down the contours of her body and hooking it under her knee. He pulled her toned leg up over his hip, opening up to him, before repositioning himself at her entrance and slowly pushing back inside her warm depths.
With his big palms cupping her rounded bottom, he tugged her closer so that they lay skin to skin up the length of their torsos, their faces mere centimetres away from each other. The restricted position wouldn’t permit much more than a shallow rocking movement, but this night was aimed at re-affirming their love for each other, not satisfying sexual needs.
Bridging the small gap between their mouths, Angel settled his lips firmly over Cordelia’s and began to move within her, his pubic bone stimulating her throbbing clitoris with each steady stroke.
Everything else faded into insignificance for the couple as they continued to exchange tender kisses, their tongues sliding slowly and sensually over each other. Surrendering heart and soul to the power of their mutual devotion, they slow-danced together in the age-old rhythm of love, entwining their physical bodies even tighter around each other until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Long blissful minutes later, Cordelia suddenly arched her back and dug her fingernails into boyfriend’s shoulders, crying out breathlessly as waves of pure joy crashed over her, flooding her entire body with sweet ecstasy. Angel immediately followed her over the edge into the abyss, releasing his seed deep inside her hot pulsating core with a long drawn-out groan of completion.
Disorientated and emotionally vulnerable in the wake of her climax, Cordelia burst into tears as a mixture of anguish and relief overwhelmed her. No longer able to control her reactions to recent pain-filled events, she buried her face into the curve of Angel’s neck and desperately tried to stifle her weeping.
“Ssh baby, Ssh. It’s going to be all right. I promise.” Angel murmured, gathering his girlfriend close in his arms, and whispering nonsensical words of comfort in her ear until her sobs diminished to the occasional hiccup.
“Come on – we should get some sleep.” he said gently, pulling back the covers so that they could snuggle down together under the warm and cosy quilt.
Shifting to get comfortable, Angel spooned his big body around the seer’s smaller frame, so that one arm cushioned her head and the palm of his other hand rested flat against her toned belly. The seer curled her fingers around his and nestled back into the circle of his arms, sighing contentedly.
Utterly drained, both mentally and physically, by the day’s emotional rollercoaster ride, they each succumbed to sleep a few minutes later.
***
“Eww! This is so gross.”
Wesley looked up at Cordelia’s muffled exclamation of disgust, smiling broadly as he took in her appearance – she was dressed as though she was about to handle high level chemical waste.
The young brunette wore a canary yellow plastic apron, that she’d discovered in Caritas’s kitchen, over her navy blue combat pants and turquoise t-shirt, while her hands were protected with a matching pair of thick rubber gloves. An anti-pollution mask concealed her nose and mouth, and her long dark hair was twisted into a top-knot under a transparent shower-cap.
With her arms sticking out straight in front of her, she gingerly carried a large mixing bowl into the room; the container full of the goat’s entrails that they’d purchased the previous evening.
The disgruntled seer crossed to where the ex-watcher was sitting and banged the bowl down on the table’s surface, causing the rank contents to slosh about inside. Wesley calmly continued to measure out precise quantities of herbs, spices, and multi-coloured powders into various specimen tubes, while Cordelia plonked herself down in the chair opposite.
“How come you get to do that and I have to cut up the yucky stuff?” she protested plaintively.
“Cordelia – this is a very delicate operation. If I’m even a quarter of a gram out with these measurements, then the exorcising potion could have a completely different effect to the one we want,” Wesley explained, stifling a grin. “We don’t need precise quantities of entrails; just cutting them up into small pieces will suffice.”
“Why are you doing so many?” Cordelia asked curiously, indicating the tidy groups of glass containers that covered the table’s surface.
“The potion only lasts an hour before it becomes ineffective. We need to be ready to whip up a new batch in case our time runs out.”
“Oh – I guess that makes sense,” the seer concurred with the ex-watcher’s logic. “Okay – give me the knife so I can get this over with.”
“I still reckon this is some sort of conspiracy,” she said a few silent minutes later; wrinkling her nose as chopped up the bloody mass and put it into her own supply of specimen tubes. “After he’s been all hero-ey, Angel always leaves me to do all the demon goo clean-up jobs. Doyle used to help me, so I guess you get that honour now.”
“Thanks a bunch.” Wesley said wryly. “Where is Angel anyway?”
“Still sleeping – it’s not vampire rise and shine time yet.” Cordelia replied. “I was going to let him sleep in; he’s not had much rest over the last few weeks and if he’s going to face Faith, then he needs to be fighting fit.”
Wesley nodded. “Did you two get chance to talk last night?”
Two bright pink spots appeared in the centre of the seer’s cheeks. “Err – not exactly talk, but let’s just say we communicated.”
“Oh … I see,” was the ex-watcher’s embarrassed reply after her meaning had sunk in.
“Do you think it was the wrong thing to do?” Cordelia asked, her hazel eyes peering worriedly at her friend over her white mask.
“No, I don’t think so,” Wesley answered; it had obviously been good for her – the seer seemed a lot happier and more at peace with herself this morning.
“Just as long as it wasn’t just an attempt to avoid your real issues of course,” he added after a brief pause.
“It wasn’t.” Cordelia assured him. “We agreed that we still needed to talk – it’s not a very good time for doing so right now though.”
They both turned their heads as their conversation was interrupted by someone singing in a loud and cheerful voice.
“Morning has broken, like the first morning; blackbird has spoken, like the first bird…”
Lorne entered the room, dressed in a dark gold dressing gown, a mug of coffee cupped in his green hands. “Good morning my lovelies. Sleep well?”
“Yes; thank you,” was Wesley’s polite response to the Host’s question.
“I trust the bed-springs survived intact?” the green demon asked Cordelia impertinently. “I couldn’t concentrate on my readings last night; the sizzling vibes radiating from your and the vamp detective’s bedroom kept distracting me.”
The seer was completely speechless, not quite able to get her head around the Host’s nonchalant boldness in relation to her – very personal – sex-life.
“Good thing this place has excellent sound-proofing, eh?” Lorne continued, winking at an amused Wesley. “It used to be a brothel in times gone by, or so I’ve heard anyway.”
“You shouldn’t be invading people’s privacy like that.” Cordelia accused weakly, her face scarlet.
“Kind of hard not to, princess – you and Angelcakes have some seriously hot chemistry going on. Where is my favourite brood-meister by the way?”
“Right behind you.” Angel appeared out of nowhere to answer the green demon’s query.
The vampire was dressed casually in black sweatpants and a white vest top, obviously stripped down and ready for action. He winked slyly at his blushing girlfriend. “Like the outfit gorgeous.”
“I’m starting a new fashion trend.” Cordelia shot back, striking an exaggerated pose. “You think it will catch on?”
Angel laughed. “Not so much.” he said, lifting the mask away from her face to softly kiss her good morning. “Whatcha doing?”
“Sorting out the ingredients for Faith’s potion,” Wesley answered. “And we really should be getting back to it – we don’t have time for idle chit-chat.”
The vampire nodded, his face turning serious. “I thought I’d get some training in. I need to be totally focused when we go up against Faith. The aim is to capture and restrain her long enough to get the potion into her; I don’t want to hurt her by mistake.”
Angel turned to Lorne. “You mind if I clear back the tables to create some space?” he asked, indicating the now uninhabited bar area and dance-floor.
“No – knock yourself out, pumpkin. Mi casa es su casa, amigo.”
“I spoke to Willow earlier.” Wesley called over to Angel as the seer, the ex-watcher and the vampire returned to their respective tasks. “Their bus gets in at nineteen-thirty.”
“Okay – I’ll pick them up. I think it’s best if you two stay here though. Let’s not give Faith too many targets to aim at.”
“And when you get back?” Cordelia asked fearfully.
“We get this done,” came the determined reply from the vampire.
***
Faith sat perched on the ledge, her legs and feet dangling precariously into empty air; her brown eyes were focused intently on the building opposite as the Orb within waited for the appropriate moment to strike at its enemies.
Twisting the slayer’s favourite hooked knife over and over in her unnaturally cold hands, she resisted the urge to drive the weapon into the quartet of black-robed priests behind her on the roof.
The four men stood in a tight circle, their low chanting voices harmonising into an irritating monotone that was setting her teeth on edge. One of their number broke rank to approach her, pressing his palms together and bowing so deeply that his prominent nose almost touched his knee-caps.
“Is it time yet, your holiness?” he asked.
“No – you moron. Did I say it was time?” Faith snapped, twisting around to glare at the sycophantic priest, her brown eyes flickering to red.
She desperately wanted to grind the pesky bug underfoot, but unfortunately needed the grovelling little idiot for her plan. Quick as a flash, she jumped down onto the concrete roof and had her knife at the man’s throat before he even had time to blink.
The priest’s green eyes bugged out of their sockets in terror. “I’m so terribly sorry, mistress. It was wrong of me to question your authority – I apologise profusely…”
“Shut up!” Faith applied pressure to the hilt of the knife and the sharp blade sliced cleanly into the man’s skin, making him squeal like a stuck pig.
Faith laughed and removed the weapon from his throat, tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. She ran her thumb along the shallow wound, smearing the blood over the priest’s neck, before holding her blood-stained thumb up in front of his terrified face to show him her handiwork.
“Relax – it’s just a small cut. See?” she said unsympathetically, shoving the dark-robed priest roughly away.
“Go back to your classmates and wait for my signal.” she instructed coldly, dismissing him with a regal wave of her hand.
The petrified man had the nous to use his pea-sized brain for once, and scuttled back over to his black-robed counterpart whilst the possessed woman turned back to her watch, using the slayer’s innate agility to vault back into position. She glanced up at the darkening sky and then down at the modern time-piece strapped to her wrist – sunset had nearly arrived, just five more minutes to go.
Faith had to admit retreating to a building protected by a sanctuary spell was very clever move on the vampire’s part – it was just too bad that she had friends in high places who could supply her with the means to break through the Furies magic.
A calculating smirk twisted her lips as she remembered how Lindsey and Lilah had fallen over themselves to assist her – it seemed they hated the vampire almost as much as she did. It was really quite amusing to watch them vying for her attention, both of them desperately trying to curry favour with their elusive bosses.
The Orb doubted that the Senior Partners were even remotely interested in their employees trite attempts to out-do one another; all they wanted was drones to do their bidding, and one lawyer was indistinguishable from the next in that respect. Humans did seem to respond to this kind of one-upmanship however, so she supposed cultivating an atmosphere of competitiveness in the devil’s workplace did serve some purpose.
The sound of voices floated up from the street below, and her attention was diverted back to the building that she’d been staking out for the better half of the day. Faith’s eyes narrowed with glee as Angel emerged alone onto the cobbled street, turning back to wave farewell to Cordelia and Wesley who stood within the dubious safety of Caritas.
“Stay here until I get back with Buffy and Willow.” she heard him instruct before he climbed into his vehicle, gunned the engine, and sped off down the alleyway towards the main highway.
Putting her hands underneath her, Faith slowly rose to her feet and stood on the ledge, her hands on her hips. She looked down on the Karaoke Club below and a malicious smile spread across her face.
“Showtime!”
