{"id":10678,"date":"2016-12-03T21:58:14","date_gmt":"2016-12-03T21:58:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=10678"},"modified":"2016-12-03T22:11:53","modified_gmt":"2016-12-03T22:11:53","slug":"season-of-solace-179","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2016\/12\/03\/season-of-solace-179\/","title":{"rendered":"Season of Solace. 179"},"content":{"rendered":"
179: The Kitchen, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale<\/strong><\/div>\n
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Caffeine! Cordelia lifted her cup of coffee, closed her eyes and drew in a deep whiff of its delicious scent. She needed a jolt of motivation to get moving today. Stiff and sore did not begin to cover it, and she was so freaking tired! Why did Giles have to call a Scooby meeting at the crack of…well, noon? Surely a night of facing off against a spying, bitchy boyfriend-coveting Angelus groupie, rescuing sick children from a burning hospital, and getting leered at by Spike earned her a day off from prophecy-related craptitude.<\/p>\n

Apparently not because\u2026hello! The entire household was meeting in the lounge for Giles\u2019 latest update, or what usually boiled down to rehashing any major screw-ups. Unless by some miracle, it was actually good news. And why not? They were way overdue for some of that. The thought perked her up a little, but she was too wiped out to play guessing games.<\/p>\n

Her muscles felt like she had just finished a three-day event at the Cheerleading Championships, which probably had more to do with Angel\u2019s go-all-night sexathon than anything else, but that only gave her more justification to demand extra snuggle time. Being on the Sacrificial Lamb List meant she deserved to sleep late if she wanted, and there was nowhere better to be than Angel\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n

It was a good thing that he seemed to be crazy in love with her too because otherwise he would have an obsessed stalker sneaking into his bed every night. The love she felt for him eclipsed anything Cordelia had ever experienced. After all, most of her previous boyfriends had been arm candy, a simple display of her ability to get the attention of anyone she wanted. Boy slayer, extraordinaire. More of a power play than just simple attraction until she sometimes made the mistake of thinking they were not treating her like a trophy girlfriend, too.<\/p>\n

Xander was a different thing altogether. There were feelings involved. Real feelings that still hurt deep down when she let herself think about it, not that she would ever show it. He had evolved from being like sticky chewing gum clinging to the bottom of your shoe reminding you of its annoying presence with each step taken, to someone she thought she could trust. Wrong. So wrong. So much wrongness. He had cheated on her! Yet she was the one who ended up skewered with rebar.<\/p>\n

Something deep down must have told her not to let her heart get too involved because despite their hot kisses and the occasional groppage session, Cordelia had never let the physical side of their relationship progress further. He had never been pushy about it, which probably should have been a relationship red flag, she considered in hindsight.<\/p>\n

With Angel it was totally the opposite. Cordelia did not even want to imagine what things would have been like if Angel\u2019s curse was still an issue. They could barely keep their hands off each other in public. Surviving on kisses, and stolen caresses would never have been enough. Angel\u2019s willpower had its limits, too. Could he actually resist her not inconsiderable charms? Pfft! No way.<\/p>\n

Cordelia readily admitted that she was addicted to Angel\u2019s touch. Just the simple stroke of his fingertips across her skin was enough to awaken her need for him. Oh, the things he had shown her, done to her with that gorgeous body. He knew so many ways to give her pleasure, and she enjoyed discovering ways to rock his world. Sex was definitely one of her favorite things. Right up there with shopping!<\/p>\n

Grinning over the idea, Cordelia conceded that any activity with Angel in it had to take top honors. She had fully expected awesomeness and he did not disappoint. After all, being a nearly 250-year old hottie he had accumulated some serious skills in the art of boinking. No details required. It was the feelings his touch engendered that came as a shocker. Somehow, Mr. Stoic Guy managed to communicate the depth of his love, lust, and possessive needs with every caress.<\/p>\n

Yep! Together, they were definitely a recipe for trouble if loopholes and curses were still an issue. Sunnydale would be in even more trouble with Angelus on the loose as if it was not already bad enough. No one was happier about a curse-free Angel than her. It made her wonder though. Would Angelus be for or against Nicolau\u2019s demon-worshipping plans to secure power for their clan?<\/p>\n

Isobel\u2014the shoe-breaking bitca\u2014would be thrilled. Hah! Cordelia could not wait for the blonde to get her comeuppance. She only wished she could see the look on her face when she realized that Angel not only had a soul, but that he would never even consider touching her unless it was to break her scrawny neck. Ooh! Would front row seats be available? Only after she dumped Isobel\u2019s European clothes over the cliffs along Ocean View Drive sending them straight into the sea, while making her watch, of course.<\/p>\n

The microwave dinged forcing Cordelia to snap out of her daze. Rolling her eyes at her own idea of revenge, she wondered how she had gotten from thoughts about Angel and their sexy bedroom antics to picturing Isobel wanting to get her claws into him. Hoping that it was just a sign that she needed more caffeine, she gulped down another quick sip and then popped open the microwave.<\/p>\n

Upon entering the lounge, coffee in one hand, and a cup of warmed blood in the other, Cordelia immediately sought out Angel. It was almost reflexive now, the need to know he was there, feeling almost unsettled until she laid eyes on him. He was not exactly difficult to find being the tall, growly guy giving Giles an earful about something. What had the Watcher done to piss Angel off so soon? The meeting had not officially started yet.<\/p>\n

Angel seemed to sense her presence, for his attention faltered long enough to glance her way. His fierce expression softened a bit when she caught his eye, quirking an eyebrow to silently question his reasons for verbally attacking poor Giles. His look told her that the Watcher had some awesome\u2014not\u2014news for them and that he was determined to eke out every detail. Ignoring her little hint about asking nicely, Angel went right back to the interrogation.<\/p>\n

Cordelia made an attempt to move that way, but found Spike standing right in front of her. \u201cBringing me a cuppa, pet? Nice.\u201d He snatched the cup of warmed blood from her hand and gulped half of it down before she could warn him. It was not the full-strength O-pos he had been getting when healing from the injuries sustained during his fight with Angel or Isobel\u2019s torture session. Not even the mix of O-pos and piggy that Drusilla had slowly been introduced to in an attempt to wean her off the real thing.<\/p>\n

Halfway through, Spike froze, his face scrunched up with distaste looking like he was caught between swallowing and spitting it back out again. Drusilla giggled beside her as Cordelia calmly took a sip of coffee and waited for Spike to react.<\/p>\n

Forcing it down, Spike instantly regretted grabbing the cup she had prepared for Angel. \u201cGak! Bleh! Ugh! What was that swill?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust the usual. Pig blood\u2014with a dash of cinnamon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo wonder Angel is such a broody bastard.\u201d Spike stared down into the cup and swirled the remaining dregs of blood and spice that clung to the bottom. \u201cCinnamon, eh?\u201d He looked both amused and impressed that she had prepared something bloody for Angel despite its taste. \u201cNice one, Sexy Spice, but if you want to give him a real treat don\u2019t deny him his bloodrights.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy neck is none of your business,\u201d she told him calmly. If she had to guess that Spike was either handing out sage advice or stirring up trouble, it did not take a great leap of imagination to figure it out.<\/p>\n

Both Dru and Spike shared an amused grin before he teased, \u201cDoesn\u2019t have to be your neck, pet.\u201d His long tongue snaked across his lips as if he was thinking about it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDru already gave me \u2018fangs-can-be-fun\u2019 advice this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

That little talk should have terrified her, or at least wigged her out a little. Cordelia had already accepted the idea that Angel might want that. Her boyfriend was a vampire. She considered being bitten during their lovemaking entirely different than a stranger taking a chomp. If those were the bloodrights Spike was talking about, she trusted Angel to do what was right for the both of them, even if the idea did not thrill her.<\/p>\n

Based on what he said last night, Angel wanted more than a nibble now and then. This had to do with taking their relationship to a whole different level, and while Cordelia was definitely willing to find out what that meant, planning anything seemed impossible with the apocalypse just around the corner. They were doing their best to steal some one on one time in a house full of interruptions, annoyances, and distractions. Sneaking out on a date to the movies or their corner table at the deli was obviously not the option she had thought it to be considering their uninvited guest on the beach.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say no, pet. Things might get ugly for all of us if you do.\u201d Spike hinted with a turn toward the serious.<\/p>\n

Cordelia set down her own cup with such force it sloshed onto the surface of the antique wooden table. \u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

While her attention was riveted on the vampire in front of her, she forgot all about Dru who suddenly slithered an arm around her waist and pulled her close to whisper in her ear. \u201cMy Angel enjoys tasting you. He makes you come so prettily.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shudder passed through her, one Drusilla felt, causing her to laugh soft and low in her throat in a way that crept her out. Earlier, their little chat about fangs had been teasing and light-hearted, and in a weird vampire way, sisterly advice. Not only was this way too personal, it made her wonder if these two had spent the entire night eavesdropping with their vampire super hearing.<\/p>\n

Spike basically confirmed it with a waggle of his eyebrows. \u201cWhat\u2019s the fun in counting sheep when you make things so much more interesting?\u201d<\/p>\n

The palm of her hand was millimeters from Spike\u2019s cheek when Dru snatched it back and shushed her softly. \u201cPlay nice, kitten. Daddy doesn\u2019t like it when we fight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia muttered under her breath that she was pretty certain Drusilla enjoyed getting Angel\u2019s attention, especially if it involved some form of punishment. That only made her think about having Angel\u2019s hands on her, which she in no way associated with pain. The image flashing in her head made her think of being tied up last night, bound up tight on their bed, and unable to touch him like she wanted. That was torturous enough.<\/p>\n

She tried to pull away from Dru\u2019s hold, but the hand on her waist held her securely. \u201cHis heart is full of you. Bind him with your flesh. Bind him with your blood. Take all that he is. Or else the darkness will take you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drusilla did not give her time to ask for details, although truthfully, Cordy was not sure she wanted to hear them. There was more than enough of the scary going on right now. Letting her go, Dru grabbed Spike\u2019s wrist and dragged him toward the couch facing the empty fireplace. No sooner than Spike had stretched out his arms and gotten comfy than he took a closer look around the room noting that one of their party was missing.<\/p>\n

Sounding a little miffed, he pouted a bit. \u201cSlayer\u2019s not here. How\u2019d she get out of this torture session?\u201d<\/p>\n

Overhearing him, Cordelia knew exactly which slayer Spike meant. He seemed to have a thing for Buffy, whatever that might be. She was pretty certain Buffy did not like Spike having any kind of thing when it came to her. It confused Cordelia, too. After all, Spike seemed pretty devoted to Drusilla most of the time. His tendency to flirt with everybody usually amused the vampiress, and if it had been anyone else tied up in that bed, Spike would have been given free rein to do whatever he wanted.<\/p>\n

Other than what she had read and observed, Cordelia was not certain what to make of vampire relationships. Angel might not be an ordinary vampire because of the soul, but he was still a vampire whose instincts ran deep. He might temper them, control his darker urges and try not to let her see that side of him, but she knew that his soul did not erase those needs. Biting and bloodrights were all part of that, she supposed, and while she wanted to give Angel anything he needed, she also recognized his concern for her in doing so.<\/p>\n

Part of her wished that Angel had just done it. Whatever it was that involved claiming her. Life was too short, especially for her, according to the promise of a certain vampire prince and his skeezy blonde progeny. Why not let things happen with Angel in the here and now? Why wait for explanations and get caught up in things that might happen as a result of Angel\u2019s claim when there was no guarantee she would live to see graduation? Angel had mentioned consequences.<\/p>\n

Sheesh! When did life get so complicated? Oh, yeah. Buffy Summers moved into town.<\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s head was spinning with too many \u2018what if\u2019 scenarios trying to figure out what Angel had meant by complications, and wondering how Drusilla\u2019s shared vision of the future fit in. Were the visions things that might happen depending on the path you took, being changeable, or were they completely unavoidable no matter your actions? For now, despite the scarier aspects of some images, she clung to that promise of tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Since Angel had demanded that she have a little heart-to-heart chat with one of the two Watchers, Cordelia glanced back and forth between the two of them. Giles looked kind of flustered about whatever it was he had told Angel. Definitely not in a good mood. As for Wesley, he was not exactly looking like his goofy self this morning, either. The lack of his usual bow tie gave him a more relaxed, less starchy vibe. He might be younger, but Wesley knew all about vampires, being so well-studied on the subject, at least according to him. Besides, Giles was likely to blow a gasket if she brought up the subject considering his history with Angel.<\/p>\n

Decision made, Cordelia squared her shoulders and started walking his way. \u201cWes it is,\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\n

She took a couple of steps only to stop dead in her tracks as she passed by Willow and Xander, who were huddled in one corner of the room. \u201cYou slept with Faith. Faith! Are you crazy? That\u2019s so crazy. Out of our sight for one night and you\u2026you\u2026.\u201d The rambling accusations came out as hissy little whispers that Willow was trying and failing to keep between the two of them.<\/p>\n

Cordelia stared hard at Xander until he noticed her standing there. He went from a beet red color to looking vampire pale in a matter of seconds and collapsed back against the wall for support. His jaw gaped open in horror knowing that she had overheard Willow\u2019s accusation. Strangely, she felt nothing except concern on his behalf because she knew that Faith was not likely to take whatever happened between the two of them seriously compared to Xander.<\/p>\n

Seeing his obvious distress, Cordelia gave him a smile, with a little eye roll, and thumbs up to let him know he would survive Willow\u2019s little rant. As for Faith, who was over there with Wesley, she might have a few other things to say to her friend about getting groiny with Xander. Talk about surprises! If Faith was going to seduce anyone around here, she would have guessed it would be her new Watcher. Wesley was an adorable dweeb with just enough James Bond suaveness to be awkwardly charming.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis demon was more like a big ass mountain,\u201d Faith was saying just as she walked up. \u201cNothing I\u2019ve seen before. Wes, I couldn\u2019t kill it. This thing kept\u2014 oh, hey Cor. I\u2019m filling Wes in on some details about last night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m interested in details about last night, too. Some of them, anyway,\u201d Cordelia clarified hastily. \u201cJust not about the demon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Faith gave her a surprised look, \u201cWho blabbed?\u201d and then shrugged. Even before letting Cordelia answer the question, she agreed to hash it out. \u201cOkay. Later, then.\u201d A wicked little smile tugged at her lips as Faith added one condition. \u201cOnly as long as you tell me all about last night, too. Every hot detail.\u201d<\/p>\n

With eyes like ping pong balls bouncing back and forth between them, Wesley squirmed at the subtext. Cordelia inwardly laughed as his discomfort at being caught between the two of them when the subject seemed all too clear. \u201cThat will have to wait until I talk to Wes. I need a little one on one time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cW-w-with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Faith snorted at his reaction, while Cordelia started to reconsider asking Giles for advice rather than Wes. This nervous nelly was somehow supposed to give her the answers she needed and he could barely speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cTh-this isn\u2019t about that little misunderstanding, is it?\u201d Wesely gulped glancing Angel\u2019s way for a moment before returning his attention to her. \u201cI assure you that I have no intention of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he hit on you?\u201d gasped Faith. She looked at Wesley as if he was insane. \u201cTalk about stupid moves. You look much better with your head on your shoulders. Just sayin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia shook her head. \u201cIt was just a silly thing. No harm done. Angel did ask me to talk to Wes, though. So, ah, I\u2019ll need to borrow him after the meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can manage my own schedule, thank you very much,\u201d Wesley sounded a bit peeved by her talking to Faith. \u201cNaturally, I will discuss any subject you like. Does something require translation?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before she could reveal that her request was of a more personal nature, Giles broke off his argument with Angel to move into the center of the room, catching their attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis must seem like a very early start to the day for most of you, but it is necessary to discuss last night\u2019s events.\u201d<\/p>\n

A general groan sounded before Spike prompted the Watcher to, \u201cGet on with it then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giles gave him a bland look before continuing. \u201cThe prisoner we sought last night may not have died in the hospital fire as orig\u2014.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore on that right here,\u201d Buffy cut in as she burst into the room holding up a crinkled newspaper up for everyone to see. \u201cWe screwed up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cObvious, much?\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia tried not to roll her eyes at the dramatic entrance. Trust Buffy to try to snag all of the attention. Using the distraction to try to join Angel on the other side of the room, she made eye contact long enough to see that he wanted her there, too. Buffy stepped straight into her path practically shoving the newspaper in her face while pointing to an article in the Arts & Entertainment section of today\u2019s Sunnydale Gazette.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook!\u201d<\/p>\n

Having no other choice, she took the paper from Buffy and glanced at the heading about the upcoming Arts Revival that was scheduled this month with the local museums, art galleries, movie theater, and playhouse getting involved. Big events were scheduled on the weekends. Cordelia did not quite see the point Buffy was trying to make. \u201cIs your mom planning a show at her gallery? Maybe this isn\u2019t the best time to draw a crowd.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley gently drew the paper from her hand perusing the article. After a goggle-eyed, \u201cOh dear!\u201d he dashed over to his counterpart. \u201cHow could we miss this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking the paper, Giles glanced hesitantly toward the glowering vampire standing next to him whose tension was palpable across the room. Angel obviously did not like hearing whatever had been revealed to him before the start of the meeting, and now they were presumably getting more bad news. \u201cI was certain . . .\u201d he began before his words were claimed by a strained silence.<\/p>\n

Faith had no idea what was in the paper, but grabbed Cordelia\u2019s attention with a quick nudge with her elbow. \u201cThere is some crazy shit going on. Wait till I tell you about the demon I ran into.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe little guy with the books?\u201d asked Buffy as she shifted around to stand next to the other slayer. Her eyeliner was on just a smidge crookedly as if hastily applied.<\/p>\n

\u201cHim, too, but this one was more like a big ass mountain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before she could get into further description of her battle, Giles spoke up again. \u201cBuffy may have stumbled onto something important. Our research hinted that the next victim of\u2014ah, the next potential Pure One\u2014was a recently released prisoner returning to town. There was no body in the crashed helicopter besides that of the pilot. We assumed the enemy had escaped with the prisoner prior to the accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn Oz\u2019s van,\u201d Willow frowned at the memory of being chased and car-jacked by those burly bikers.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Scroll of Septarius contains but one copy of the prophecy,\u201d Giles reminded them. \u201cNot only does it foretell the coming of the demon god that will rule over the Earth for ten thousand years, it provides his followers with a set of instructions toward achieving that goal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia pointed out the scroll was not exactly clear. \u201cInstructions of the cryptic kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhilst our goal is to locate the Varstrae before Amolon\u2019s followers do so, and forestall the invocation of the Rites of Tavrok,\u201d Wesley explained that the cryptic nature of the text worked both for and against them, \u201cthe interpretation remains somewhat muddy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen clear it up,\u201d Angel ordered with a glare.<\/p>\n

Wesley\u2019s job included translation, not miracle working, but he was smart enough not to point that out. \u201cWhat I mean to say is that the enemy might also make mistakes. This article suggests that last night both sides may have got it wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s dark gaze slid from one Watcher to the other. He held out a hand for the paper, which he received from Giles along with instructions to, \u201cLook here. The article mentions a troop of actors coming to town for several performances. They are, ah, apparently an old clan of Travelers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGypsies,\u201d Angel could not help but sneer just a little, and Cordelia instantly tensed up as the word crossed his lips.<\/p>\n

Xander chimed in to ask, \u201cWhy does that not sound like a coincidence?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re performing \u2018The Prisoner of Zenda\u2019 at the Sunnydale Playhouse,\u201d Buffy stressed the word prisoner.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf Zelda?\u201d<\/p>\n

Willow whacked him on the arm. \u201cPay attention. This has nothing to do with Nintendo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giles flashed an annoyed look at the two of them before saying, \u201cThe point is that we may have another opportunity to secure another one of the Varstrae. Apparently, these actors arrived in Sunnydale just yesterday, which suggests one of them could be the true target.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe it\u2019s best just to let him stay under the radar,\u201d Cordelia suggested. She certainly did not wish this kind of attention on anybody. \u201cIf the bad guys think they have the right guy, they won\u2019t go looking for this one. He\u2019ll be safe. I\u2019ll be safe. Karla will be safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s three out of five.\u201d Buffy liked the odds. \u201cNot so good for the wrong guy they\u2019ve already got, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

The prisoner in their clutches was actually a prisoner. Her sympathy in that regard only went so far. Knowing the Rites of Travesty or whatever could not be performed without all five of them in place, according to Cordelia\u2019s understanding, it sounded good to her. \u201cSafe works for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley shuffled around to face her. \u201cAh, well, that brings up…ah\u2026other n-news.\u201d<\/p>\n

Growling at him, Angel cut through his stammering to tell her what Giles had already revealed. \u201cKalesh was here last night. She took Karla.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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