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Title: Another Time<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Dannyblue
\nPosted: <\/b>03\/02
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>
\nCategory: <\/b>
\nContent: <\/b>This is a sequel to \u201cTime Trip\u201d and \u201cTimes Two\u201d. Angel and Cordelia take another trip to the past. But, this time, there\u2019s one big, soulless complication.
\nSummary: <\/b>
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Takes place after \u201cProvider\u201d on ANGEL. Also general BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER.
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>Anywhere, just drop me a note so I’ll know where.
\nNotes: <\/b>(Third in the Time Trip Series) This is the answer to a challenge made by Spike \u2018n Cordy over at the Stranger Things Forum. Once again, I didn\u2019t exactly follow the challenge to the letter. But I hope you enjoy it just the same.
\n2) This story is AU in as far as \u201cWaiting In the Wings\u201d goes. In my little world, that episode won\u2019t take place until several weeks after \u201cProvider\u201d. When I wrote \u201cTime Trip\u201d, I really had no idea it would turn into a series, and I\u2019ve decided I need time and space to move.
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>
\nFeedback:<\/b>Yes, please.<\/p>\n

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Part 1<\/b><\/p>\n

The Present\u2026<\/p>\n

Angel made a sharp, left turn. The black Plymouth convertible defied gravity for one long, heart-stopping moment, hanging on to the road by just two wheels.<\/p>\n

Fred, sitting in the backseat between Wes and Gunn, made a startled, squeaking sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, Angel,\u201d Wesley said. He gave Fred\u2019s arm a reassuring pat. \u201cCould you, perhaps, slow down?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Angel answered. \u201cAccording to Cordy\u2019s vision, we don\u2019t have much time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich is true,\u201d Cordy agreed. She sat hunched in the passenger seat, ready to curl into a protective ball if it looked like they were about to hit something. \u201cAnd, you know, I\u2019m with ya on the people saving. But, if you hit a telephone pole, we\u2019re *really* going to be late.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLate, as in dearly departed,\u201d Gunn said. \u201cWell, Maybe not *you*. But *we* don\u2019t have an immortal card to play.\u201d When he saw that Wesley\u2019s hand still rested on Fred\u2019s left arm, he put his own hand on her right arm. And pretended not to see the ex-Watcher\u2019s baleful glare. \u201cBesides, Fred\u2019s turning green.\u201d<\/p>\n

The physicist gave him a grateful, if sickly, smile.<\/p>\n

Angel didn\u2019t comment. But Cordelia thought he maybe eased his foot off the gas. A little.<\/p>\n

Since the scenery was flashing past way too fast for her to look at, Cordy concentrated on the vision she\u2019d had. She hated it when the Powers didn\u2019t give them much time. It led to speeding, and possible head-on collision.<\/p>\n

And why had some teenager turned to the black arts to solve his bullying problem? Why couldn\u2019t he talk to a teacher? Or his parents? Or, if he was really set on revenge, he could have put Ben Gay in his tormentors\u2019 jock straps.<\/p>\n

Anything was better than trying to call on the Dark Ones to help you punish a bunch of football players, only to accidentally conjure up a demon that wanted to plant it\u2019s tiny, demon-baby larva under your skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd *that\u2019s* a picture I\u2019ll never get out of my head,\u201d Cordy murmured.<\/p>\n

As the car screeched to a sudden halt, everyone but Angel lurched forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is it,\u201d the vampire said as he opened the car door. He paused to give Cordelia a look. \u201cMaybe you should stay here. Wes, Gunn and I can\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh huh,\u201d Cordy said as she opened the passenger door. As she got out, she heard Angel sigh. She noticed he did that a lot lately.<\/p>\n

The team from Angel Investigations hurried up the walkway towards the simple, two story house. From the tension running through his body, Cordy knew what Angel wanted to do. Kick the door in and barrel inside. It was one of his favorite things.<\/p>\n

But, since that wasn\u2019t an option, he rang the bell. Four times in three seconds.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Gunn said. \u201cThey probably didn\u2019t hear the first two.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Angel could comment, the door opened to reveal a young girl, about 8 years old, with shaggy blond hair. In one hand, she held a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.<\/p>\n

Cordy frowned. Had no one told this little girl not to go around answering doors? At least, not until she knew who was on the other side.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d she asked. As she studied them with curious eyes, she took a huge bite of her sandwich.<\/p>\n

Cordy took a cautious step forward and offered her most winning smile. \u201cUm, hello. We\u2019re here to see\u2026your brother.\u201d Just a guess, but the odds were in her favor.<\/p>\n

The little girl frowned. \u201cAre you the friends Eddie\u2019s always talking about? \u2018Cause Eddie\u2019s always talking about how he\u2019s got all these friends. But I ain\u2019t never seen no friends of his.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a stunned silence. Fred couldn\u2019t have done better.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Angel finally said. \u201cWe\u2019re Eddie\u2019s friends. Can we come in?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, he\u2019s in his room.\u201d She waved her sandwich towards the stairs. \u201cAnd he told me not to bother him for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we\u2019re his friends, right?\u201d Fred asked. Nervously, she played with the left cuff of her sweatshirt. \u201cAnd he won\u2019t mind if some friends drop by, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

The little girl considered this for a second. Then, she shrugged. \u201cYou can come in, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

Like a bronco let out of the gate, Angel pushed through the door and charged up the stairs.<\/p>\n

Knowing how urgent the situation was, Cordy, Gunn and Wes were close behind.<\/p>\n

Fred stayed with the little girl.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d the physicist began, \u201cyou really shouldn\u2019t invite strangers into your house. Especially not at night. Unless they\u2019re us, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordy made it to the top of the stairs just in time to see Angel kick open a door at the end of the hall.<\/p>\n

And a strange light poured out of the room, flooded the hallway. Like wafts of illuminated smoke, floating on silver beams.<\/p>\n

Cordelia was mesmerized by it. Unable to move, or even feel afraid. Just watch as the light rushed toward her. Fast\u2026but in some kind of weird slow motion.<\/p>\n

Then, she saw Angel fall.<\/p>\n

She had only a second to feel alarmed before everything went dark.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

The Past\u2026<\/p>\n

Someone slammed a locker door shut.<\/p>\n

Startled by the metallic CLANG, Cordelia Chase jumped. She felt swamped by the noise.<\/p>\n

Sneakers squeaked.<\/p>\n

Heels click-clacked.<\/p>\n

Doors opened and closed.<\/p>\n

Books dropped.<\/p>\n

Students whispered, talked, shouted, laughed.<\/p>\n

The sounds rushed at her like a huge wave. Crashed over her so suddenly, she actually staggered a little.<\/p>\n

Cordelia stepped away from her open locker and took a deep breath. Blinking owlishly, she looked up and down the busy hallway of Sunnydale High.<\/p>\n

She had the weirdest feeling. Like she was supposed to be somewhere else, doing something else.<\/p>\n

Cordelia frowned. The only place she had to be was history class in three minutes.<\/p>\n

Shaking her head, she went back to her locker. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror that hung on the door. And was surrounded by pictures of Xander Harris.<\/p>\n

Shoulder-length, mahogany hair perfect.<\/p>\n

Make-up flawless.<\/p>\n

Clothes neither wrinkled, stained nor linty.<\/p>\n

With a satisfied smile, she grabbed her history book and closed the door.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

The Sunnydale High School library wasn\u2019t the hottest spot in town. For some reason, it had gotten a reputation for being creepy. So, as a rule, most students preferred to take care of their literary needs at the public library.<\/p>\n

Which suited Buffy Summers just fine. She and her friends kind of viewed the library as a sort of clubhouse. No parents with prying eyes and ears. Few visitors to disturb their privacy. Right on the school campus, where they spent a large part of their day. It was the perfect Slayer HQ.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Giles,\u201d Buffy said as she hopped up onto the counter. Once seated, she swung her legs from side to side. \u201cIs there anything\u2026Hellmouthy for me to worry about tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fairly certain there isn\u2019t,\u201d the Watcher said as he started to organize the few books that had been returned that day. \u201cAll seems to be quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep, the man love\u2019s words,\u201d Xander Harris said. Sitting on the library steps, he paged through a comic book. \u201cWhy say a simple \u2018no\u2019 when you can stretch it out to three whole sentences?\u201d<\/p>\n

The librarian gave the teen an annoyed look. \u201cThank you, Xander, for that critique.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like to help,\u201d Xander said. His eyes never strayed from The Adventures of Captain Future.<\/p>\n

\u201cI say we Bronze it tonight,\u201d Buffy said, determinedly cheerfully. \u201cI\u2019m in the mood for some mindless fun!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Dingoes isn\u2019t playing,\u201d Willow chimed in with an eager smile. \u201cSo Oz and I can dance.\u201d She donned a thoughtful frown. \u201cNot that we\u2019ve ever really\u2026danced before. So we\u2019ll sit. You know? Together?\u201d She petered off into an uncertain silence.<\/p>\n

Giles gave Buffy one of his patented Watcher-to-Slayer looks. \u201cYou will, of course, do a quick patrol at the very least.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Buffy said. She\u2019d mastered the art of getting patrol out of the way before a night of fun. \u201cI get in my full quota of vamp slayage. Then, it\u2019s a party!\u201d<\/p>\n

And she was *going* to have fun. She\u2019d decided, while she was still in bed this morning, only half awake. She wouldn\u2019t worry about the fact that she hadn\u2019t seen Angel in over a week. She wasn\u2019t going to hang on edge, nerves frayed like a rope stretched too tight, wondering if his absence meant he was planning something particularly nasty.<\/p>\n

She was going to take this opportunity to forget that the man she loved wanted her dead, and be a typical teenager, just hanging out with her friends.<\/p>\n

As she gave her head a decisive nod, Buffy\u2019s eyes fell on Cordelia.<\/p>\n

The girl sat in a chair a little removed from the rest of the group. She was staring with distant eyes at some point near the ceiling. A perplexed frown marred her brow. And, weirdest of all, she hadn\u2019t said a word since they all filed into the library.<\/p>\n

Xander must\u2019ve noticed too. Even those his nose buried in a comic book.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s with the quiet, Cor?\u201d he asked. He shivered dramatically. \u201cKind of creepy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia gave her boyfriend a Queen C glare. \u201cShut up, Xander,\u201d she said\u2026but without the usual bite. Almost like an afterthought.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019m just saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t. Read. Or do whatever passes for reading in your tiny little micd.\u201d<\/p>\n

Xander shrugged the insult off. He was used to them by now.<\/p>\n

Buffy shook. She was never going to get those two.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll call me if anything comes up?\u201d Giles asked as he straightened his glasses.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, sure,\u201d Buffy said. She hopped off of the counter. \u201cAnd I\u2019ll have my cell. So, vicey-vercy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giles raised an eyebrow at her phrase-butchery, but made no comment.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

The woman had chin-length, brown hair. A tall, lithe body. And, although he couldn\u2019t see her face clearly, he could *feel* her smile. It filled him with warmth. Made him feel alive. Human.<\/i><\/p>\n

Images flashed through his mind.<\/p>\n

The two of them, arguing. She gave him a look that made him crumble. And, at that moment, he knew the kind of power she had over him.<\/p>\n

The two of them, both with swords. Moving as one. And he felt so connected to her at the moment.<\/p>\n

The two of them, barely speaking. She was mad at him, and he was miserable. And he knew, at that moment, that she was in control\u2026<\/p>\n

The two of them, holding on to each other. And, at that moment, he knew that he\u2019d been away too long. He would never leave her again, because she was a part of him\u2026<\/p>\n

Angelus woke abruptly. He bolted upright in the large, four-poster bed.<\/p>\n

He tried to hold on to the dream. But images were like clouds of smoke. The more he tried to capture them, the faster they dissipated.<\/p>\n

But, while the images vanished like they had never been, the feelings remained.<\/p>\n

He felt that hunger. The hunger of wanting something you couldn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n

And the warmth of something precious and familiar.<\/p>\n

Angelus growled low in his throat. Because both feelings made him uneasy.<\/p>\n

Angelus shook his head, and tried to shake off the feeling. Probably just an afterimage, left behind by his soul\u2019s departure. He still felt its influence sometimes. Like an infection. For example, he could sense his soul\u2019s more tender feelings for the Slayer with crystal clarity. Which was one of the reasons he wanted to hurt her so badly.<\/p>\n

Angelus got out of bed. Dressing in his favorite leather pants, and a maroon, silk shirt, he left the master bedroom.<\/p>\n

Spike and Dru were in the great room. It looked particularly gothic tonight, filled with hundreds of black and blood red candles.<\/p>\n

There was Spike, sitting near the French doors. In a wheelchair because of the Slayer. Mesmerized as he watched\u2026<\/p>\n

Drucilla.<\/p>\n

Angelus\u2019s childe danced in front of the dead fireplace. Swayed to music only she could hear.<\/p>\n

Angelus watched her with pride. When he first encountered Drucilla, she was the embodiment of purity and innocence. Obedient daughter. Loving sister. Always reaching out to those in need, friend or stranger. So afraid her gift meant she was evil.<\/p>\n

He had turned her into what she was. A true childe of evil. Her purity corrupted. Her goodness turned to cruelty. Her innocence forever preserved by her insanity.<\/p>\n

Angelus grinned. Ah, the pure artistry of it. It was just\u2026beautiful.<\/p>\n

It was too bad he didn\u2019t have time to do that kind of thing more often. But, with Buffy\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cBuffy,\u201d he muttered. He smirked even as the now familiar, cold hatred filled his dead heart.<\/p>\n

Hearing him, Drucilla spun around. Her eyes lit up with love and wonder. In an instant, she was there in front of him, still swaying.<\/p>\n

\u201cDance with me, my Angel,\u201d she said in her soft, childish voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot right now, Dru,\u201d he said. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you ask Spike? I\u2019m sure he\u2019d be happy to\u2026\u201d He paused, casting a contemptuous glance at the younger vampire\u2019s wheelchair. \u201cNo, I guess he really can\u2019t, can he?\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike glowered. \u201cStuff it, Angelus,\u201d he said rather casually.<\/p>\n

Angelus grinned. His grandchilde was so delightfully easy to piss off.<\/p>\n

Still swaying, Drucilla pouted prettily. \u201cYou don\u2019t like my party?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that, Dru,\u201d he assured her. \u201cI just have places to be.\u201d He walked to the mantle. Ran his hand through the flame of one of the candles that rested there. \u201cIt\u2019s been too long since I\u2019ve done something\u2026special for Buffy. She *is* the most important woman in my life\u2026at the moment. Don\u2019t want her to feel neglected.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cBut it\u2019s just so hard finding new ways to top myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you will,\u201d Drucilla said. The brunette vampiress followed him, like a wraith carried on the wind. \u201cYou always do.\u201d<\/p>\n

The elder vampire graced his childe with an indulgent smile. \u201cThanks, Dru. Knowing how much you believe in me always gets me\u201d\u2014he tapped a spot over his unbeating heart\u2014\u201cright here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rolling his eyes, Spike steered his wheelchair towards the pair. \u201cI have a suggestion. Kill the Slayer, already. That would be special. Slash her throat. Rip out her heart. Break every bone in her body. Lots of ways for her to die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSpike, Spike,\u201d Angelus sighed. He shook his head woefully. \u201cYou want me to kill my favorite audience? What would be the fun in that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I don\u2019t know.\u201d He pretended to consider it for a moment. \u201cYour annoying blond would be *dead*!\u201d He shifted in his chair. \u201cNo more super chick to muck up the works.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angelus nodded. \u201cI hear what you\u2019re saying.\u201d He donned and expression of sincere concern. \u201cI feel where you\u2019re coming from. And don\u2019t fret. I plan to kill the Slayer.\u201d He let his smirk shine through. \u201cJust want to give her a good mind fuck, first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drucilla kneeled beside Spike\u2019s chair. With her hands clasped, she almost looked like a child praying at bedtime.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy Angel wants to play,\u201d she explained to her childe. In earnest, like she really wanted him to understand. \u201cHe wants to make the Slayer bleed inside.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel snapped his fingers, suddenly inspired. \u201cAnd what better way than by turning one of her friends?\u201d As the new idea blossomed, he nodded in satisfaction. \u201cOh, yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike sighed. He would never understand the games Angelus liked to play. The way he seemed to prize the art of torture and torment more than\u2026more than blood!<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t natural.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut who?\u201d Angelus mused out loud. \u201cWillow, or Xander? Willow? Or Xander?\u201d<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

A new song started. The suddenness of it made Cordelia jump.<\/p>\n

Startled, she glanced around the Bronze. It looked the same as always. The same d\u00e9cor. The same people. The same music.<\/p>\n

So why did it feel so wrong?<\/p>\n

She shook her head. What was the matter with her? She\u2019d had this\u2026preoccupied feeling since that afternoon. Which wouldn\u2019t have been so bad if she was actually thinking of something. Like the new spring collection.<\/p>\n

But she worrying about *something*\u2026and didn\u2019t have a clue what it was.<\/p>\n

It was just weird! And she had enough weird in her life, thank you very much.<\/p>\n

Frowning, she glanced around the table. Everyone else was having a good time.<\/p>\n

Xander munched on the free snacks, mouth never empty for long.<\/p>\n

Willow and Oz talked softly, as if no one else in the room existed.<\/p>\n

Buffy was trying really hard to have fun. No doubt to forget her ex was a psycho killer. And, while it might have been just an act earlier, she seemed to really be enjoying herself now.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m starting to think this place could use a make-over,\u201d Xander said. He cast a critical eye around the Bronze. \u201cI\u2019m thinkin\u2019 brighter colors. Lower tables. Plenty of plush places to sit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cForget it, Xand,\u201d Buffy said. \u201cThe only thing that could change this place is an act of nature.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr super nature,\u201d Willow chimed in. \u201cAnd, since this is Sunnydale and all, you never know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI kind of like it as is,\u201d Oz said. Slouched down in his seat, he reached for Willow\u2019s hand. \u201cIt\u2019s comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike an old robe,\u201d Xander said. He nodded in agreement. \u201cIt\u2019s holey and frayed. It\u2019s been washed *way* too many times. And the smell is even starting to make *me* sick.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone at the table turned to stare at him.<\/p>\n

Xander looked uncomfortable for about five seconds. But he soon regrouped. \u201cYeah, like *you* don\u2019t have one!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s dance,\u201d Cordelia suddenly said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Her boyfriend gave her a startled look. \u201cBut you said you never wanted to be seen in public dancing with me to a fast song.\u201d He waved vaguely at the air. \u201cThis is a fast song.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d Before he could argue, she grabbed his arm, and pulled him out of his chair. Maybe moving would make her feel more connected. \u2018Cause this *disconnected* feeling was creeping her.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Keeping to the shadows, Angelus looked towards the Slayer\u2019s table.<\/p>\n

He glanced at the blond. And the cold hatred mix with anticipation.<\/p>\n

There she was. The first woman he had ever loved.<\/p>\n

He could never make her pay enough for that.<\/p>\n

Arms folded, he leaned against the wall. A little like a bidder at an auction, he ran speculative eyes over the redhead. Memories of having his hands wrapped around her throat still made a little thrill pass through him. That was fun.<\/p>\n

Little Willow. So innocent. So inexperienced.<\/p>\n

The things he planned to do to her would crush her spirit nicely.<\/p>\n

And, more importantly, she was one of the Slayer\u2019s best friends. Imagine the guilt Buffy would feel. For one, she\u2019d be responsible for whatever he did to Willow\u2019s delicate little body. For another, when Willow tried to kill her\u2014and he\u2019d make sure she did\u2014Buffy would have to kill one of her closest friends.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm,\u201d he murmured. \u201cI like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The perky blond who was just walking by turned to look at him. \u201cDid you say something?\u201d she asked with a friendly smile.<\/p>\n

Angelus tried his best to look embarrassed. \u201cUh, no,\u201d he said. \u201cJust talking to myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do that sometimes, too,\u201d the lovely young lady said. A speculative look in her eyes, she stepped closer. \u201cAre you here alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cW-well,\u201d Angelus said with a bashful grin. He turned on the awkward charm. \u201cI\u2019m meeting a friend later. Just to say hi. After that, I\u2019m free.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019ll see you around.\u201d With a smile that was pure invitation, she turned and sauntered away.<\/p>\n

Angelus shook his head. He loved the hunt as much as the next vamp. But there was something about prey that offered itself up on a silver platter\u2026<\/p>\n

Speaking of hunts, where was the Slayer\u2019s other bestest bud? That annoying boy he\u2019d barely managed not to kill even with a soul?<\/p>\n

Angelus\u2019s eyes moved towards the dance floor\u2026and he froze.<\/p>\n

Xander Harris was there, jerking about as if he was having some kind of spasm.<\/p>\n

Angelus barely noticed. His eyes were glued to\u2026<\/p>\n

Cordelia Chase.<\/p>\n

In contrast to that fool Xander, the lithe brunette moved fluidly. Sensuously. Her body flowed with the music. Her arms. Her legs. Her hips.<\/p>\n

Angelus watched, mesmerized. His eyes roamed. Down her back. To her slim waist. Up to her slender neck.<\/p>\n

A feeling of familiarity rushed through him. Almost like in the dream. He felt his face flicker, the demon almost breaking free. And the ever-present hunger roared to life, like a fire.<\/p>\n

Angelus frowned.<\/p>\n

Cordelia Chase.<\/p>\n

So far, she had escaped the torments he\u2019d visited on the rest of Buffy\u2019s friends. The game was to hurt the Slayer by hurting those she loved. And she and the brunette weren\u2019t that close.<\/p>\n

True, Buffy would feel bad if, say, Cordelia\u2019s corpse washed up on the beach. But she wouldn\u2019t grieve as she would for Willow, or Xander, or Giles. She just didn\u2019t like Queen C that much.<\/p>\n

Logic told Angelus he should still target Willow or Xander. Turning one of them would hurt Buffy the most.<\/p>\n

But, as he watched Cordelia dance. As his body stirred. As he imagined how her blood would taste. As the craving made him lick his lips in anticipation\u2026<\/p>\n

He knew who his next victim had to be.<\/p>\n

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