Wesley was becoming increasingly concerned by Cordelia’s absence. He had finally discovered a library that appeared to have the girl in Cordy’s vision working for them. The assistant he had spoken to showed him a photo of the girl and commented on how worried she was.
Apparently the girls’ name was Winifred Burkle and she had been cataloguing in the archaic language section, when she disappeared, about eight weeks ago. The police hadn’t been inclined to do anything when the Librarian had reported her missing, saying that because she was of age, all they could do was file a missing persons report. Wesley spent a while looking through the books stored there before leaving the library and making his way slowly home, deep in thought.
It was the following morning when he had tried calling Cordy’s cell phone, which had resulted in Willow answering it, Wesley hadn’t realised she had been going to Sunnydale. When Cordy didn’t reappear after the weekend, he began to think something must have happened to his friend. He decided to visit her apartment; Dennis let him in and indicated he was worried, by floating his presence around. When Wesley asked if she had gone to Sunnydale, Dennis moved the air frantically, indicating again that he was anxious that she had not returned as expected.
Wesley decided with a sinking heart, that he would have to make take a trip to the hated town; it brought back so many unpleasant memories for him. He knew he would have to go and see Buffy and no doubt suffer her sarcastic remarks. The only bright spot was he might be able to renew his friendship with the vampire, Angel. He had been surprised when the vampire had decided to stay in Sunnydale; he had thought that Angel had decided to move on, but obviously the slayer had more of a hold on him than Wesley realised.
He called Gunn on his mobile and arranged to go to Sunnydale the following day, they would have to go in Gunn’s pick-up truck, as Wesley’s motorcycle was in the garage at the moment, having the last lot of dents repaired after it had been used as a demon ram raid.
Angel made his way slowly back to the cave, deep in thought; he was beginning to think he was falling hard for Cordelia. A few years ago if anyone had asked him he would have said he would always love Buffy, but when it became apparent on his return from the hell dimension she’d sent him to, that she no longer had the same feelings towards him, his feelings had cooled somewhat. Even more so when she had been resurrected, she had become so demanding and controlling, if it hadn’t been for Dawn, Angel would have left.
He felt a certain obligation to the young teen who had suffered first the death of her mother, then being caught and attempted to be sacrificed as a ‘key’, and finally have her sister die and then be resurrected. No wonder the girl was mixed up Angel thought, it probably didn’t help that she lived with him, and the lesbian witches, Willow had tried to contact Hank Summers, Dawn’s father, only to be told by a member of his company that he was out of the country and would ring when he returned and so far he hadn’t fulfilled that promise, Angel decided the man obviously wasn’t interested in his daughters, and he hadn’t even bothered to attend his wife’s funeral.
Angel picked up his pace now eager to see Cordelia again; perhaps with a little careful questioning, he would find out how serious she was with this Dennis she occasionally mentioned.
He came across the usual herd of animals, who were by now quite used to him moving amongst them as long as it wasn’t daylight. He decided have an early dinner hoping to spend the evening trying to find out about Cordelia’s lover.
When he returned to the cave he found her sitting beside the fire hugging her arms around her bent knees.
‘Hey, are you OK, did you have supper?’ he asked gently.
‘Yeah, there was some of that bird left,’ she replied, looking at him warily.
Angel sighed, he knew he owed her an apology and an explanation but was unsure where to start. ‘Umm.. sorry about running off like that,’ he said hesitantly.
‘Was it that bad?’ Cordelia replied, a hurt look on her face.
She knew she wasn’t very experienced with men, but none have ever run off like that, and Xander had seemed to like her kisses.
‘What? No it wasn’t you, it was me, I was being a berk, I couldn’t resist you, but I realise you have a boyfriend, it won’t happen again,’ he replied, shocked she would think it was her fault, and that he somehow didn’t like kissing her. The memory of her soft lips still lingered on his.
‘I do? That’s news to me,’ Cordelia replied, puzzled as to why Angel would think that.
‘Yeah, Dennis you called him,’ Angel said, looking sad.
Cordy laughed, ‘is that what you think? Dennis is my ghost; we rescued him from the wall of my apartment. He looks after me and we keep each other company,’ she said.
Angel let the breath go he didn’t realise he was holding, ‘so no boyfriend?’ he asked, haltingly.
‘No, between my not 9-5 job, the mind crunching visions and demon fighting, I really don’t have much time for dating. Oh, I’ve been on a few dates, but you try to explain to a guy why you can’t concentrate on him, cuz of the flashing behind your eyes or having to rush off to find other men to help you. Believe me they don’t take it well,’ she said.
Angel smiled, ‘I don’t suppose they would; it’s difficult being in this job. I know that Tara, Willow’s girlfriend is looking for a way out; she’s had enough even though she’s a wicca. Since she had her mind sucked by a Glory, the god we killed, she’s been a different person, I can’t see the relationship lasting much longer,’ he said, sadly.
Angel hadn’t realised just how much the visions and the demon fighting intruded on Cordelia’s life. He wondered why she did it, she had told him about her trip to the astral plain when she had been offered a way out, but had declined. He admired her courage, it couldn’t have been easy for her, and he thought, not for the first time how the people of Sunnydale seemed to possess some sort of gene that encouraged them to help others.
They chatted more that evening until deciding to turn in. A couple of nights ago, on his nightly jaunt, Angel had found an abandoned shack with the roof falling in. At first he thought it could be patched up and they could use it, but on closer inspection he decided they were better off in the cave. There had obviously been people of some sort living there. He found bones and animal skins left in some old pens behind the shack, also as a bonus two ratty course woven blankets and a type of cooking pot. He had triumphantly brought his haul back to the cave and after washing the blankets and settling them to dry on the nearby bushes, he put them on Cordy’s bed, giving her some small measure of comfort from the hard floor and soft but itchy grass she used.
Meanwhile back in LA, Lilah Morgan’s gloating didn’t last very long, for when she returned to work after the weekend break she was immediately called into a meeting with a representative from the senior partners and the heads of the other departments.
It seemed a new prophecy had been discovered. Wolfram and Hart had translators working round the clock to unravel it, but so far they were baffled as to who or what it referred to. There seemed to be a passage about a Destroyer bringing hell to all evil; it also commented about a Seer and Warrior. Well, Lilah knew about a certain Seer, and she’d already dealt with that irritating problem, the dimension she had sent Ms Chase to had an accelerated time, every day here was a month there, she would soon be too old to be any more of a threat.
Lilah smirked as she wondered who the Warrior was, sure that none of the seer’s gang of do-gooders could be called a warrior, they were keen, but not that powerful. Even if the ‘white hats’ found out what Lilah had done they would struggle to find the seer, in a year Cordelia would be thirty years older, assuming she survived at all in the strange dimension on her own.
Lilah leaned back in her seat and thought about the problem, as long as this ‘warrior’ who ever he or she was, could be found and was in this dimension, she felt confident the prophesy wouldn’t come to pass. After the meeting she set the wheels in motion to find out more about this Warrior.
Willow came back from college to find Dawn looking miserable, sitting in the kitchen among the dirty breakfast dishes.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ Willow asked, looking at the mess, obviously Angel hadn’t returned during the night. The girls were used to the place being tidy and meals ready for them, say nothing of homemade cookies in the tin.
‘Oh Willow, where is he?’ Dawn cried, tears falling down her cheeks.
‘Well, he may just have gone to LA, you know he sometimes does’ replied Willow, trying to ease the guilt she felt at Angel’s none return last night. She personally wouldn’t blame him at all, and if it weren’t for the fact of finding the stake next to a big pile of dust, she would almost believe herself.
‘He wouldn’t go without telling me, he always tells me where he’s going’ said Dawn quietly. Willow thought this was true the teen had become very reliant on Angel, using him as a substitute father figure after Buffy had died. When Buffy had returned and been so distant Dawn had clung to Angel even more, even insisting he went to the parent evening at the school, to speak to her teachers, instead of Buffy.
Willow thought for a while, ‘I’ll tell you what; if we don’t hear from him in the next couple of days I’ll try a spell to find his soul. Just don’t tell Buffy or Tara, I’m in enough trouble already with them,’ she said.
Dawn hugged her and smiled for the first time, ‘I can’t believe his gone, I’m sure I would have felt something’ she said.
Willow looked at Dawn ‘Yeah I know what you mean, ever since I restored his soul I feel a sort of connection with him,’ she said, ‘do you know where Buffy is?’
‘No, I haven’t seen her since last night, I thought she might be having a rest but she’s not in her room, maybe she’s gone job hunting’ replied Dawn.
‘Oh well, best start making some dinner, what’s left in the fridge?’ said Willow and proceeded to hunt for food.
Angel woke early the next morning and on seeing Cordelias bed empty decided to go and find her, he noticed her scent disappearing up the hill and followed it. When he found her he could hardly prevent himself gulping as he took in the beautiful sight before him. She lay in the sun in just her under wear, her bronzed body lean and fit. He walked up purposefully kicking a few small rocks so she would know he was there, he was always getting told he was too quiet and to make a noise or hum when approaching people.
“Hi, may I join you?” he asked.
“Of course, its great at this time of the day, but it gets a bit unbearable later on,” replied Cordelia.
Angel shrugged off his shirt and pants and lay down in his boxers on the soft grass beside her, he hadn’t bothered putting his boots on as he’d forgotten to wash his socks the night before.
They lay together for a little while before finally the suns became too hot and they were forced to retreat to the cool of the cave. A few hours later they decided to go and hunt for some dinner, Angel decided to try his luck at fishing again, while Cordy went to forage for some nuts and mushrooms. She didn’t realise how far she strayed when all of a sudden she heard a rustling in the undergrowth, she looked up thinking it was Angel, but was unable to see him.
She concentrated on the rustling sound and was horrified to see a large woolly hell beast looking at her from the bushes; she opened her mouth and screamed for Angel.
Angel’s head shot up when he heard Cordy yell, he dropped the fish he was gutting and took off in the direction of her cry. When he found her he was horrified to see she was flat on her back with a large hairy hell beast on top of her. It looked about ready to take a large chunk out of her shoulder. Angel roared and morphed into game face, and with fangs bared he launched himself upon the beast. The hell beast looked up and snarled at the vampire, but seemed reluctant to leave its prey.
Angel knocked the beast off Cordy but it was stronger than he expected and it turned on him in fury at being deprived of its meal, he felt its claws digging into his midriff, and its hind legs scrabbling at his legs. They rolled together on the forest floor as Cordy hastily scrambled out of the way, looking for a way to distract the beast so Angel would be able to finish it off. She picked up a large piece of wood and managed to get quite a decent hit in, it was enough to distract the beast and Angel was able to reach up and with clawed hands grasped it tightly round its neck effectively cutting off its air supply. The beasts struggles became more feeble as it ran out of oxygen and Angel was finally able to snap its neck.
He quickly rose and after dusting himself down moved to Cordy to check she was ok, apart from a few scratches on her arms, she seemed fine as she flung herself into his arms and kissed him gratefully.
“Where the hell did that come from?” she said, “I’ve never seen anything like that before, have you?”
“No, can’t say I have. Are you sure you’re OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine just a bit shaken, can we go back to the cave now?” she replied.
They made their way back to the cave, Angel picked up the fish he had caught on the way, surprised it was still there, especially with obviously carnivorous beasts lurking around.
After the meal Cordelia decided to have an early night, she still felt a little shaken by the events earlier in the evening. Angel built the fire up and then decided to find some dinner before turning in.
“You should be OK here, I don’t think it’ll come close with the fire so large,” he commented.
“You’ll not go too far, will you?” she asked, a little fearfully.
“No, just scream if you need me,” he said, and disappeared into the night.
She set about rinsing her clothes before preparing for bed.
Angel soon found the group of cattle he had been snacking on since they had been in this strange dimension, and after satisfying his hunger he quickly made his way back to the cave not wanting to leave Cordelia alone any longer than he had to. On his return he noticed her clothes set to dry and decided to rinse his shirt and pants, they still smelt of the hell beast.
He lay down on his heap of grass and was soon asleep. He was woken in the middle of the night, by Cordelia crying out in her sleep. He moved and knelt beside her gathering her into his arms, “shush, it’s OK, I’m here now, you’re fine, go back to sleep,” he murmured.
He laid her down gently, but she had grabbed his arm and refused to let go, he sighed he didn’t want to wake her, so he laid down beside her, preparing to move as soon as she relinquished her hold on his arm.
He soon fell asleep lulled by the intoxicating scent of her warm body, and sometime during the night she rolled fully into his arms, as he drew her against him. When he woke in the morning, early for him, he lay and thought about how wonderful it was to have her in his arms. He felt her stiffen as she woke and quickly shut his eyes pretending to be asleep. After a few frantic minutes wondering where she was, Cordelia relaxed back down into the vampires embrace, turning slightly to face him.
He opened his eyes to find her intently studying him, and he couldn’t resist moving in to capture her lips with his. She gave a little gasp and her lips parted at the wonderful sensations he was creating, allowing his tongue to slip in to the warmth of her mouth.
He soon deepened the kiss, and Cordelia couldn’t prevent herself moaning at the sensual feelings she was experiencing. She reached up and put her arms around his broad shoulders pulling his naked chest down on to her. It was Angel’s turn to moan when he felt her hot skin against his cool chest. Cordelia’s nipples responded by hardening into tight nubs. He carried on skilfully kissing her and until she felt as though she was drugged with passion, and found her body heating up in response.
Angel moved his mouth and began to lick and nibble a path down her neck and over her breasts, skilfully undoing her front opening bra with his teeth, and groaning when she was bared for his perusal. The light was still dim in the cave but he could see her perfectly with his enhanced vision.
He skilfully removed the tiny garment and started tracing patterns over her ribs and down to her belly as she writhed beneath him, arching her back into his cool caress.
“Angel, what you doing, we shouldn’t be doing this?” Cordy asked.
Angel raised his head briefly and smiled at the girl, “just lay back and relax, let me please you.”
She thought that what he’d said and figured why not, after all he’s not likely to lose his soul with her, was he? She may as well enjoy it, probably the only chance she would ever had with handsome vampire.
His hand moved lower over the satin and lace of her thong, her legs fell open at his touch and he was able to run a questing finger between them. He could smell her arousal and now he could feel for himself how wet she was, the thin material of her thong was soaked. He slipped his finger under it and into her moistness; he parted her folds and pushed his finger deep inside her. Cordy arched up pressing herself against his hand, trying to find relief from the tension she could feel building at his skilful ministrations. Angel moved quickly and stripped the thong off her long legs, she crossed her legs self-consciously, but he moved his hand back to its original position and all she could do was quiver in anticipation as he gently pushed her legs further apart. He added another finger and used his thumb to rub her already sensitised clit.
Cordy’s hands fell to grip the edge of the course blanket she was laying on, and as she moved her right hand she grazed and vampire’s very obvious arousal. It was his turn to groan her slightest touch sending shivers throughout his body. He couldn’t understand why he was so turned on, but supposed it was because he had had no good sex for so long, apart from Buffy 17th birthday, before that it had been over a hundred years.
He could feel her arousal heightening as the moisture flooded out of her, all of a sudden a complete look of surprise came over her face and with a final thrust on to his fingers she came.
“Jeez Angel, please…” she gasped, not really knowing what to say, but knowing she had to tell him. “I want you, but please be gentle, I’ve no experience.”
Angel looked at her surprised, he’d heard the rumours about her in high school, and also knew she had dated Harris for a while, he felt sure Xander would have been in her pants, given the first opportunity.
He shucked off his boxers and after carefully scooping up some of her juices, coated himself, and carefully positioned himself between her spread thighs and after rubbing the tip of his cock in her moistness carefully guided himself into her warmth. He hadn’t gone very far when he felt her resistance, and quelling his urge to thrust hard, he looked deep into her eyes and said, “this may hurt I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
He thrust past her resistance capturing her mouth in a mind-drugging kiss, to swallow her pained gasp as he broke through her maidenhead. He kept still when he was fully sheathed in her hot tight channel, to give her time to get used to him. After a while she thrust her hips up at him and he figured it was safe to go on. He withdrew until only his tip remained inside, then pushed back in with a long slow thrust and to he was fully embedded.
Cordelia couldn’t believe how good he felt the smooth coolness of him bathed her hot channel in a way she hadn’t thought possible, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, drawing him in close. Angel repeated the action a few more times until he knew he would be unable to hold back for much longer, he reach down and gently squeezed her clit soon bringing her to another climax, as her walls clenched around him, he gave a few final ragged thrusts and exploded deep inside her.
He lay still for a few seconds before withdrawing and rolling onto his back giving a small sigh as he left her intoxicating warmth.
“Wow that was something else,” gasped Cordy, when she could breathe again.
“Yeah, it was good baby,” said Angel.
He lay and studied the roof of the cave; he couldn’t believe how wonderful she was, and he turned to kiss her again as they both fell into a doze hands clasped together legs entwined.
Cordelia woke later that morning and after her first initial surprise at being surrounded by a blanket of sleeping vampire, she sighed and snuggled deeper into his embrace. She was amazed at how safe Angel made her feel, she had never felt so protected. She giggled to herself as she watched him sleeping with two fingers in his mouth. Who would have thought someone as old as he was, would still suck his fingers? She smiled to herself, glad she’d at last lost her virginity, it wasn’t that she’d been holding on for any particular reason, it was just she hadn’t found a man who she liked enough to be with.
At first she had been concerned for Angel’s soul, but figured if he was going to lose it he would have by now. She seemed to remember when he lost it with Buffy; he had done so shortly after the event. She mentally shrugged, “I suppose I’m not experienced enough to give him perfect happiness,” she thought, as she drifted back to sleep, feeling safe and cared for.
Angel woke a while later the call of her blood teasing his senses. He realised he had his fingers in his mouth, sucking them like a baby. He breathed in the intoxicating smell of her blood and carefully cleaned his fingers, being sure not to miss a single drop of Cordy’s virgin blood, combined with her womanly essence and his own juices, it made a powerful cocktail he just couldn’t resist. He had to have more so he slid down until he was positioned at the apex of her thighs.
When Cordelia next woke she found herself sprawled on her back, legs apart with Angel’s head between them. She shuddered as she felt herself quivering with lust as his fingers pushed deep inside her as he lapped at her folds, she began to climax.
‘God, Angel, don’t stop, I want you,’ she gasped, as she exploded into her orgasm.
Angel finished grazing making sure not to miss a single drop.
‘No baby, not this time or you’ll be sore,’ he said, trying to ignore his aching shaft, angrily twitching at being deprived of her glorious warmth.
He crawled up her body and gathered her into his arms, before kissing her one final time and jumping to his feet. He gathered his now dry clothes from the previous night, and almost ran to the bathing pool. Cordy pulled the tatty blanket round her body and snuggled back down to dream of the events of the last night, she hadn’t realised sex with Angel would be so wonderful, of course she realised he’d had a lot of years to practise, but even so, ‘Ummmm,’ she sighed smugly, as she drifted off to sleep.
Angel soon returned dressed, hair still damp and swept-back. The cool morning breeze had brought him to his senses. He sat outside the cave and thought about last night.
“How could he have been so greedy? To take the most precious gift Cordelia could give and use her like that,” he mused, sinking into a deep brood as he thought about his actions, not that he regretted it; she had been everything he had hoped and more besides. He felt his cock surge into life again at his thoughts. “Go away,” he willed it and forced himself to think of more sobering thoughts, such as how the hell they were going to get home and what they would find when they did so.
He had no way of knowing if time passed the same in this dimension, Cordelia’s watch had stopped during the first week and he didn’t wear one. Being with Cordelia had made him all the more determined to carry on fighting for his redemption, something he had begun to doubt over the last few months of living with Buffy.
He had decided that if they returned to their world he would finish his work in Sunnydale, Buffy didn’t really need him these days, and he felt he could do more good in LA. Cordelia had explained what her and the gang of misfits were attempting to do. He’s been surprised and a little jealous to find she was working with Wesley, he knew she’s had a crush on him in high school and hoped the ex-watcher didn’t still lust after ‘his’ Cordy.
‘Wow,’ he thought, pulling him self up on that thought, ‘my Cordy’ he mused, who’d have thought it, he smiled at the warm feeling it gave him.
When Cordelia finally woke fully she found herself alone. She stretched up, wincing a little at the slight throbbing between her legs. She decided to sample the delights of the rock pool; the sun should have warmed it by now, she thought. Angel was conspicuous by his absence.
She moved out of the cave, the tatty blanket draped round her body, collecting her dry clothes on the way, then climbed down into the water and sighed as she wished she had some soap and hair shampoo, but the samples Dennis had packed had long since been used up. She scrubbed herself with a handful of soft sand, which was lying beside the pool; she’d found it was the most effective substance to make her skin feel clean and soft.
She idly wondered where Angel had disappeared to, she couldn’t wait to see him again, and couldn’t believe how much affection she had for the handsome manpire; they had grown close since they had been in this strange land. She knew that if left to her own devices, she would have struggled and probably perished.
She finished bathing and pulled her clothing on, and went back to the cave only to find Angel had returned while she had been out.
He looked at her, a pained expression on his face.
‘I must apologise for my actions last night, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that,’ he said, looking so guilty that Cordelia felt her heart clench.
“What?” she said. “Don’t be silly, I wanted it used as much as you did.”
“I should have had more control over myself,” he said, his head in his hands.
“Well it’s done now so let’s forget it,” she said, a little wistfully, thinking she’d probably been right in thinking that was the only chance she would ever get with the vampire. “Well what’s for breakfast then?”
“Humm well there’s some of that animal left, the one you didn’t want to know what it was, and I went and picked a couple of fruits. I think the fruit will run out soon so we’ll have to find another source,” said Angel, relieved she had taken his apology so well.
After she’d had her breakfast they spent the morning foraging for firewood, it seemed there had been a little rain at sometime during the night, so they ended up deeper in the forest trying to find dryer wood. Angel was still feeling guilty, so that despite Cordy’s best efforts at conversation most of her remarks fell on stony ground.
That night as Cordelia prepared for bed, Angel went to find his own dinner determined not to return until she was asleep and stay on his side of the cave. The night passed with both tossing and turning, only sleeping for short periods and eventually they awoke un-refreshed the following morning.
Eventually after a few days in the same pattern, Cordelia decided enough was enough, so she waited until Angel had gone to bathe, then slowly made her way towards the pool from the opposite direction. She gulped a little as she admired his now slightly tanned body. Her eyes travelled south to rest on his groin, quite visible in the clear water. She licked her lips, “Wow, yum,” she groaned quietly, catching her first glimpse of ‘all’ of him in daylight. Angel lifted his head, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes, when he heard the slight noise she made, to see her standing watching him.
“See something you like?” he asked smiling, he wasn’t modest, being a vampire soon cured him of that human trait, not that he’d been that modest as a human to begin with.
Cordy blushed at being caught staring, her eyes drawn up his firm chest to his face.
‘I ..I just wondered where you were,’ she said, giving him her most beguiling smile. Angel didn’t believe her for a second, but decided to play alone with her, these last few days, he’d been so frustrated, that he’d half convinced himself it would be ok to be with her, but he wanted her to make the first move.
Cordy stood on the side of the pool and slowly stripped off her clothes, her eyes never leaving his, until finally naked she stepped down into the pool and stood waiting for him to come to her.
Angel felt his groin tightening as her body was revealed to his hungry gaze, and he moved over to stand in front of her. He took her in his arms and lowered his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Cordy’s mouth opened under his skilful manipulations, and she moaned at the wonderful sensations he was creating. Angel pulled her into his arms, the water further stimulating the erotic sensations, as their bodies slid together, as though made for each other. His tongue massaged the warm cavern of her mouth until she felt she would swoon from the sensual taste of him.
Angel groaned as Cordy’s body pushed against his, the evidence of his ardour pinned between them. He slide one arm round her back and pulled her closer while his other arm moved down to cup her ass and encourage her to part her long golden thighs. He pushed a long finger into her welcome warmth and felt himself harden almost painfully with want, as her leg crept up his, her foot running up the back of his leg until it came to rest around his thigh. He pumped slowly into her before allowing his thumb to work it’s magic on the tight bundle of nerves, causing her to buck into his embrace as he skilfully brought her to the edge.
‘Oh Angel, don’t stop’ she whispered. Angel pushed another finger into her and pulled her close. Cordy erupted into a spiralling climax at his knowing touch, before she had finished he effortlessly lifted her and lowered her onto his hard arousal, carefully guiding himself with one hand and holding her close with the other, the buoyancy of the water helping to keep her in place.
They both groaned at the wonderful sensations his penetration gave them and Angel had to still, so he didn’t finish, before he’d even started. He’d been replaying the other night in his mind, tempting and taunting his senses until he thought he’d go crazy with want.
He got himself in control and started a rhythm of long deep strokes interspersed with short shallow ones, trying to prolong the pleasure for both of them for as long as possible. Cordy was undulating her body as she gripped his broad shoulders to help lift herself as she peppered his face with kisses. Angel recaptured her lips and sucked on her bottom lip before pushing his tongue into the hot cavern of her mouth, mimicking his thrusts lower down.
Angel knew he wouldn’t last much longer, it was just amazing, the feel of her gripping him and seeming to pull him deeper with each thrust. So he reached between them and stroked her clit and at the same time adjusted his position so he could hit that sweet spot inside her, causing her to climax around him. The feel of her muscles clenching around him, milking him forced his last thread of control to snap and he drove up hard inside her as he exploded into his own powerful orgasm. They clung together as they came own from the high emotions, kissing and in Angel’s case nipping at each other’s face and neck. Angel’s fangs just itched to sink into the long golden neck as he licked her pulse point. He fleetingly wondered why he’d never felt the urge to bite Buffy during sex, but pushed the though away as Cordy began to unwind from his body, sighing a little as he slipped out of her.
‘That was… wow,’ she said when she regained her breath.
‘Yeah, wow sums it up,’ he agreed, a satisfied, proud masculine grin on his face as he captured her lips for another kiss before moving to the edge of the pool and lifting her out and pull himself out beside her. After a while Cordy gathered her clothes and dressed before going back to the cave. Angel soon followed and they sat talking until late in the night before crawling under the tatty blanket and falling asleep safe in each other’s arms, both having a good nights rest for a change.
Lilah Morgan sat in her large office on the fourth floor at Wolfram and Hart, she had spent most of the last two days down in ‘Files and Records’ looking for information about this warrior. All she had come up with was that the being was a demon with a soul, who worked for the ‘Powers that be’. She couldn’t really believe that there was such an entity; all the demons she had ever had dealings with couldn’t by any stretch of imagination be described as good.
After two days in the claustrophobic room, in exasperation she had asked the robot in charge if she had any information and was told it was ‘Angel’. Lilah had laughed, thinking the robot meant the warrior was an angel, not listening to the way the robot inflected her speech. She left the gloomy department and returned to her office to ponder the problem further, not realising she’d missed a vital clue.
Wesley felt his heart sink into his boots as Gunn’s pickup truck passed the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign. If he had been able to think of a valid excuse not to visit he would have, but his concern for Cordelia, who he now thought of as a sister, was so great that he felt he had to travel here to investigate her disappearance. Just entering the town seemed to make him shrink into himself. Gunn glanced over at the ex watcher.
‘Yo, English, what’s up?’ he commented.
‘I hate this town, it brings back unpleasant memories I’d rather forget,’ Wes replied.
‘You think you’ve problems, what about me, a black man in a middle class, white neighbourhood, I’m really going to blend in, hey?’ replied Gunn, ‘but I don’t care, I’ll just chill, tell me more about this slayer chick,’ he added, hoping to take the Englishman’s mind off his inner turmoil.
Wesley looked at Gunn, ‘well she’s incredibly fast and powerful, has a wilful streak I found most irritating, apart from that she has a group of friends known as the ‘Scoobies’ for some reason that escapes me. They follow her lead and ignore most of anything I say, unless Buffy’s original watcher OK’s it first. Cordelia used to date one of the gang, but I feel she was always on the outside as well, only included because she was dating Xander, the other male of the gang.’
Wesley fell silent thinking about the reception they would receive, he knew there was very little love lost between Buffy and Cordelia and wondered if the slayer would even bother to help him search for the seer. He gave Gunn directions on how to drive to Buffy’s house and sat back glumly to ponder the future.
‘Oh, they sound a barrel of laughs,’ said Gunn, concentrating on Wesley’s instructions, as he powered his ‘baby’ through the town.
For Cordelia and Angel the next two weeks carried on much as before with one exception they now spent their nights together, sometimes just holding each other, and sometimes Angel introducing Cordy to the joys of lovemaking. They spent their days gathering food and firewood, and discussing all manner of subjects. Angel was amazed that Cordelia knew some of things she came out with, she had obviously had a very thorough and varied education, before her parents had lost their money.
It was after one early-morning lovemaking session that Cordelia had a vision.
“Oohh,” she cried, grabbing her head, as a myriad of sounds and images raced through her brain.
Angel held her close unsure of what was happening, “what’s up, what’s the matter with you?” he said, concerned as to what was happening to her.
Cordelia’s body shook for a few more moments before she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes wide and unfocused. “That was a vision, of that girl from the library again, the one Wesley was trying to find. We have to go and help her. She’s here in this world.”
“How can you tell?” asked Angel.
‘The ‘Powers that be’ send me visions, they’re not half as painful as they used to be before I became half demon,’ she replied. ‘They’re usually pretty cryptic, but this time I got a definite sense of direction. We need to go and rescue the girl, she has been captured by some green demons, who look a lot like Lorne, I might add. They are going to execute her if we don’t save her.’
They decide to leave that morning after breakfast, Angel wondered how she knew where, but Cordy seemed instinctively to know which way to go. They spent the next couple of nights sleeping in the open, using the large fern leaves as a bed. Luckily there was always plenty of food for Cordy and wood for a fire so Angel could cook the game he’d caught for her. He had no trouble draining the animals and birds he caught, it helped to supplement his diet of cattle blood.
It was on the morning of the second day of travelling that Angel suddenly stopped, Cordy nearly walked into the back of him.
He held his fingers to his lips. “Shhh, I can hear something,’ he whispered and motioned for her to follow him as he crouched down and crept up the side of the rocky incline they were climbing. He carefully peered over the top and Cordy soon popped her head up to see. The sight that met their eyes made Cordy’s blood run cold for there in the middle of a cluster of dwellings was a raised dais with a horrible looking chopping block on it. There were a group of demons heading towards it dragging someone wrapped in a sack.
“Angel that’s it, that’s what I saw in my vision, it’s that girl, and they’re going to her murder her. We have to do something to rescue her,” whispered Cordy close to Angels’ ear.
‘Can you ride a horse?” asked Angel, quickly scanning the area, taking stock of the available resources.
‘If you go down carefully, there are some horses tied up across the square, untie a couple and get on one, I’ll try and create a distraction, then grab the girl,’ said Angel, handing over her bag, which he’d been carrying.
They both shuffled back from the summit and then stood and began to make their way in opposite directions, around to the other sides of the clearing. Angel thought that he could smell swine of some sort and decided they would make an excellent distraction. He followed his nose and sure enough came across a corral, which held about a dozen pig like animals.
Angel undid the gate, at first the animals were reluctant to leave, but when he grabbed one and snarled at it, it squeaked and headed out, the others catching on to its panic soon followed and it was a simple matter for Angel to move so they headed in the direction he wanted them to go in.
If the situation wasn’t so serious it would have been laughable, as the pigs ran amongst the gathered demon’s, tripping them and causing even more squealing and shouting as the demons struggled to stand, catch the beasts and work out what was happening all at the same time. By now the captives head had been laid on to the raised block on the dais, and so Angel, with a burst of preternatural speed, raced up behind the confused demons, and using the executioner’s own axe clubbed him hard on the side of his head with one sweep, the demon fell like a log, the ground seemed to shake as he landed.
Angel threw the axe above the other demons heads; they all ducked expecting to have it land on them. He grabbed the girl, and picking her up, ran as fast as he could towards the horses, ripping off the ties, which were binding her arms behind her back, on the way. Cordelia was already mounted on one horse and holding the reins of another. Angel put the girl down and leapt on the back of the horse and grabbing the girl’s arm pulled her up behind him. With a quick dig of his heels, a flick of the reins and a shout, he set the horse galloping out of the settlement, Cordelia on her horse, hot on his heels.
By now the pigs had made their way away from the dais and in a bid for freedom ran towards the horses. Cordelia had to foresight to release the other steeds, thinking that at least the demons would not be able follow if they had to catch them first. But the mounts had other ideas and startled by the racket the pigs were making, took off after the fleeing pair. Cordy figured the demons would not be able to follow them very quickly unless they had another supply of mounts installed somewhere else. The whole herd galloped out of the clearing, soon leaving the settlement far behind.
The loose horses gradually peeling off as they became tired and there no longer seemed to be anything chasing them, this just left Angel and Cordelia to carry on.
Angel slowed the pace a little until he decided they had put sufficient distance between themselves and any followers. He pulled up under a few trees at the edge of the forest and dismounted, lifting the girl, who had been clinging like a limpet to his back, down as well. Cordelia slid off her mount, her legs throbbing; she hadn’t ridden that hard and bareback for as long as she could remember. Her legs trembled as she leant against the animals heaving sides.
“Well, that was exhilarating,” she cried, smiling at Angel before turning to look at the girl, who had so far said nothing.
“Ummm, handsome man saved me from the monsters… thanks… bye,’ the girl said, before running off among the trees.
“That was odd,” commented Cordy, as the girl just seemed to vanish before their eyes.
Angel turned the horses and slapping their rumps pointed them off in another direction away from the settlement, waving his arms to scare them into trotting away. He turned to Cordy, and then gathered her into his arms for a thorough kissing. After a while when he knew she needed to breathe he raised his head and said, “shall we go and find her then?”
He took the bag containing all their possessions back from her and holding hands they walked off into the forest.