{"id":3360,"date":"2015-07-02T13:09:27","date_gmt":"2015-07-02T12:09:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=3360"},"modified":"2015-07-02T16:49:20","modified_gmt":"2015-07-02T15:49:20","slug":"fallen-angels-4-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/02\/fallen-angels-4-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Fallen Angels. 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><b>Part 4.\u00a0<\/b><em>CORDELIA<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The shriek of laughter reverberated through the apartment as I held onto my stomach almost collapsing back onto the couch and spilling the glass of juice over my t-shirt.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The picture of Angel in an orange leisure suit just wouldn&#8217;t leave. With green stripes no less! I remember watching Tom dressed like that in one of the cartoons of Tom and Jerry!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Spike sat there nursing his mug of blood between his hands, his legs sprawled straight ahead of him on my table as we watched the rest of &#8216;Someone like You&#8217;. During the course of the night I had come to the conclusion that Spike hadn&#8217;t inherited much from his sire.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He was not only funny, but he had a crude cuteness to him that I hadn&#8217;t noticed before&#8230;or remembered.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m not crude and I sure as hell am not bloody cute.&#8221; He grumbled in his best &#8216;big bad&#8217; accent.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Save it spock&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Spike.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Whatever. You just don&#8217;t scare me anymore.&#8221; I snickered and took a handful of popcorn between us before throwing one up in the air and opening my mouth. That was when a pair of cold hands wrapped around my midriff and I screeched as he tackled me across the couch, his fangs drawn.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Another peal of laughter left me as I looked up into his morphed face. The laughing blue eyes and the twitching eyebrows just didn&#8217;t strike fear if they were supposed to.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You think this is funny Vixen?&#8221; He tried his best to glare down at me but his mouth was turning up in a smile I knew was there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I nodded helpless, my hands braced on his chest to push him away when the phone rang. &#8220;Spike! Get of me!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m not done looking down your shirt yet.&#8221; He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively looking less and less like the drunken sack of potatoes that had collapsed on my door.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">While one had reached for the phone the other smacked the vampire upside the head and he let out an undignified grunt, his game face melting away into a frown. I winked as I hit &#8216;receive&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Now I know how to make you stop being all &#8216;grrr&#8217;.&#8221; I snickered as he stuck out a childish tongue. &#8220;Hello?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cordy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">What is it with Fate? I mean here I as enjoying a nice platonic interlude and suddenly I&#8217;m holding my breath again, which by the way isn&#8217;t necessary just happens come about when a certain someone I&#8217;m not even supposed to remember says my name.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Broody.&#8221; I let out my held breath when Spike raised an eyebrow at me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You okay?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I sighed and looked up into Spike&#8217;s amused blue eyes while he remained looking down at me, his arms braced on the arm of the couch under my head as he hovered there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m not dead. I&#8217;m not dying. I&#8217;m not getting visiony and I am NOT wearing red underwear.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The vampire on the other line was silent and I wondered if he had always been such a dork. Adorable little creep.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The vampire leaning over me, although broke into a spurt of masculine laughter that seemed to jolt my boss into replying. &#8220;Who is that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No one. Just Spark.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;SPIKE! It&#8217;s Spike you bloody chit! How hard is that to remember!!!&#8221; The bleach blonde vampire glared down at me with as much menace as he could muster in his current state.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;SPIKE! Spike is with you! What the hell is he doing there!!?!? Are you crazy Cordelia! Where is he now!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I held back a smile as Spo&#8230;er&#8230;Spike proceeded to try and glare me to death. &#8220;Right this instant?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;YES!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;On top of me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">At the moment I was gloating in &#8216;I am so evil, I rock.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">CLICK. The other line went dead.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Spike blinked in surprise as I stared at the phone. &#8220;Wot?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;He hung up on me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I was so dead.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">***<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><em>WILLOW<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The flowers smelled fresh. Like morning dew and snow cones. Then the ground began to quake and the heavens started screaming.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;WILLOW!!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&#8221; Jumping out of my bed I scrambled off the side nearly tumbling in my sheets as the rocking stopped.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I looked up panting, my breath wild and my heart hammering against my ribs. &#8220;Angel?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The vampire had the decency to look slightly sheepish. &#8220;Sorry.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Placing a hand on my chest I gasped. &#8220;Oh goddess! You scared me! I thought we were all dying and the earth was shaking and I was going to be sucked into the ground without shoes on or something!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel&#8217;s brow drew together in a confused frown before he shook it off. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry I scared you but there&#8217;s something you need to help me with.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Heart had calmed slightly. At least it wasn&#8217;t fluttering madly in my ribs like a caged bird anymore. Oh eww. I think I just managed to gross myself out. Ewwie. &#8220;Um&#8230;right. In the middle of the night and my nice dream.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I..&#8221; His eyebrow shot up. &#8220;Dream?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I blushed slightly at the question I knew was there. &#8220;Fluffy one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh.&#8221; He seemed to accept that without further inquiries. &#8220;I found Spike.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I blinked slightly at the irritated growl underneath the icy declaration before I realized what he had declared. &#8220;Spike! You found him!&#8221; I grinned happily.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Really! Where?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;On top of Cordelia.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">My mouth slammed shut as I stared at him, my eyes as wide as saucers. He didn&#8217;t mean that. Did he? It wasn&#8217;t possible. He loved Buffy!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He wasn&#8217;t supposed to move on! At least not with Cordelia. No. No. No. No. No. It just did not compute.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;What does not compute?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I bit my lip with a small smile. &#8220;Did I say that out loud?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel held back a smile. &#8220;Oh yeah.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I ran a hand through my tousled hair and rubbed my eyes. &#8220;Well I always thought he&#8217;d like Buffy. You know. Always. Aren&#8217;t vampire&#8217;s obsessive that way?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The vampire in front of me suddenly looked ill at ease and I saw him shuffle his feet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Oh goddess.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I stared at him for the second time in the past five minutes my eyes wide as saucers. &#8220;Oh dear.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He cleared his throat. &#8220;So, you coming?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I nodded quickly as I grabbed my skirt and sweater off the chair and ran into the bathroom.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll just be a minute. Don&#8217;t go away.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/02\/fallen-angels-5\/\">Part 5<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part 4.\u00a0CORDELIA The shriek of laughter reverberated through the apartment as I held onto my stomach almost collapsing back onto the couch and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-completed-fics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3360"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}