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CHAPTER 15 Cordelia held her head high as she flipped the latch closed for her bag. It was just as well. The great…
Author: califi
Mum of 2, Grandma of 2, A bit of a geek (LOVE computers, lol), Used to write fanfiction re: BtVS & AtS - Cordelia/Angel 'shipper' A decade ago now, but keep meaning to finish WiP's, and rewrite a lot of it, :p) but also love general related-to-shows fic. In RL, more into reading thriller/crime, based on religion (ie: Dan Brown, Chris Kuneski type stuff) and watching CSI/Criminal Minds, and also Grimm and various 'paranormal' stuff. that's about it! :D
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CHAPTER 14 “She fucking eats me.” “Bloody ‘ell Gelus! I did not need to hear that!” The hand thumped against a silent chest….
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CHAPTER 13 Cordelia sat hugging the cushion as she watched the woman smile stupidly at the man bearing his calves to her on…
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CHAPTER 12 The pack of vampire demons they found indeed had the frat boys surrounded. From where Cordelia sat in Giles’ car she…
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CHAPTER 11 “Buffy?” The blonde girl looked up at her best friend’s timid smile and sighed. “Hey Willow.” The girl sat down beside…
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CHAPTER 10 Vision. Blood baths. Divine intervention. Lions and tigers and bears: Oh my! Cordelia mentally chided herself. She could have been great….
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CHAPTER 9 It was almost morning when Cordelia walked into the house. Behind her, the weary watcher and the slayer they’d kidnapped from…
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CHAPTER 8 From neck to breast. The flesh was as red as the blood oozing from the gash. The split open skin, showing…
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CHAPTER 7 Buffy appeared from between the gravestones to meet her watcher’s solemn eyes. “Okay, I’m just about looked-out here. We’ve been over…
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CHAPTER 6 The heel of Cordelia’s palm smacked hard against the swinging doors of the cafeteria as she stormed out into the hallways….