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Title:<\/strong>\u00a0Soulripper<\/b>
\nAuthor:<\/strong>\u00a0Liam<\/b>
\nEMAIL<\/strong>
\nPosted:<\/strong> 2002
\nRating:<\/strong> NC17 for violence, sex, and strong language.
\nSummary:<\/strong> In the aftermath of \u2018Loyalty\u2019 and \u2018Sleep Tight\u2019, things at AI go from bad to worse. When Angel loses his soul, Cordelia begins having powerful visions that she is responsible for it. Did Cordelia cause Angel to lose his soul, or is there a deeper conspiracy at work?
\nNotes:<\/strong> This will become a crossover with Buffy, but don\u2019t expect to see the slayer herself. Willow and Tara will become major players by the time this story is done.
\nFeedback:Always appreciated.<\/p>\n

\n

Teaser<\/b><\/p>\n

Her moans of pleasure were driving him absolutely wild. His gasp of excitement as she dragged her nails across his back only furthered her own. Never before had it felt so good to have someone inside her. She never wanted to let go.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel,\u201d she moaned as his lips traveled around her body. \u201cPlease,\u201d she cried. She never thought that torture could feel so good. \u201cPlease, I need\u2026\u201d the electricity that shot through her body silenced her words.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you need, Cordelia?\u201d he asked. \u201cDo you need me to release you?\u201d Her strangled moan was his answer. \u201cDo you need me to love you?\u201d She gasped again in response. \u201cDo you need me?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways,\u201d Cordelia moaned. \u201cI\u2019ll always need you. I\u2019ll always want you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel liked that answer. He gently kissed her forehead. \u201cGood girl,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

***********
\nFred was scared senseless when Cordelia bolted upright in the bed. The Seer was confused. This was not where she last remembered to be. At least, she didn\u2019t think it was.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Cordy, don\u2019t do that,\u201d Fred said. Cordelia was desperately pulling at the sensors and tubes attached to her body. When she pulled the one off of her heart, the machine began making furious beeping noises. \u201cCordy, please?\u201d the girl pleaded.<\/p>\n

But Cordelia would have none of that. She wanted the damn thing off. She wanted out of this place and she wanted to know what the hell was going on.<\/p>\n

A nurse came into the room, alerted by the beeping. Trailing right behind her was Gunn. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d the young nurse asked. Then she saw that the patient had awakened. \u201cMiss? You shouldn\u2019t do that,\u201d the nurse said.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck you,\u201d Cordelia answered. \u201cGet these off me and get me some clothes. I WANT OUT!\u201d<\/p>\n

The nurse had no idea what to do, so she did all that she could. She went to find her supervisor. Gunn sidestepped out of the girl\u2019s way before approaching the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYo, Cordelia, anyone ever tell you that ya got a knack for dealing with people?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell is going on?\u201d Cordelia asked again. She was in no mood for jokes.<\/p>\n

Fred looked sadly at the Seer before turning her eyes to Gunn. She had no idea what to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a good thing you\u2019re sitting down,\u201d Gunn said. He took a seat next to Cordelia\u2019s bed and began to tell the story.<\/p>\n

********<\/p>\n

One cannot explain the feeling of the taste of warm blood accurately if it is not in one\u2019s nature to drink it.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s ambrosia to a creature that feasts on it to survive. When the first drops hit the tongue, it\u2019s like an atomic explosion of sensation coursing throughout the body. It\u2019s truly orgasmic.<\/p>\n

Nothing could compare to the hot and spicy elixir as it travels down the throat into the stomach. Sometimes the sensation was even better than sex.<\/p>\n

Just sometimes, Angelus reaffirmed. Nothing could really beat a great fuck. Well, eating the woman afterwards could technically beat it, but Angelus wasn\u2019t into technicalities. Not when he was hungry.<\/p>\n

He saw the one he wanted. Angelus licked his lips. Redheads were especially tasty around a full moon. Add to that a bottle of Chianti and it had the potential to be a jolly good time. And this one reminded him of a redhead he knew a few years back.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s really been too long,\u201d Angelus muttered to himself. \u201cLet\u2019s see if I still got the touch.\u201d Smoothing out his leather pants to ensure they showed off his assets, Angelus sauntered over to the attractive redhead.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me, darlin\u2019,\u201d Angelus spoke in his old Irish accent, \u201cbut what\u2019s a fine lady like you doing in a part of town like this?\u201d The woman smiled at the handsome man. He could smell her attraction.<\/p>\n

Angelus smiled wider. He still had it.<\/p>\n

PART ONE<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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