{"id":7394,"date":"2015-08-07T09:47:20","date_gmt":"2015-08-07T08:47:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=7394"},"modified":"2015-08-07T09:47:35","modified_gmt":"2015-08-07T08:47:35","slug":"crash-and-burn-prol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/08\/07\/crash-and-burn-prol\/","title":{"rendered":"Crash and Burn. Prol"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Crash and Burn<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>Rachelle
\nPosted: <\/b>
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>NC-17 \/R
\nCategory: <\/b>Violence, Graphic Situations, Sexual Content, all the good stuff.
\nContent: <\/b>C\/Aus
\nSummary: <\/b>An automobile crash brings Cordelia into the burning cold fire of Angelus’ unwavering lust and obsession.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Season 2, post Becoming.
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>Stranger Things- Just Fic, Angel’s Oasis, GTC\/A. \u00a0Anyone else, just ask.
\nNotes: <\/b>This will possibly be a 4-parter.
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>To everyone!
\nFeedback:<\/b>Yes, please.<\/p>\n

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Prologue<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cSon of a bitch!!\u201d Angelus shouted, as his precious baby came to a screeching halt. He couldn\u2019t believe it! Could not believe it. The one time he\u2019d decided take his meticulously preserved Desoto out for a well deserved drive, some numbskull had to crash into it!<\/p>\n

Angelus could feel his fangs itching to tear apart the bastard\u2019s throat. He could see steam slowly coming from the engine. Oh, he was going to bleed them good.<\/p>\n

The person in the other automobile was expressing the exact same vehement emotions as Angelus, and was slamming her hand against the steering wheel. Cordelia Chase had just ended another long, boring episode of \u2018Cry-Buffy and her Scoobies\u2019.<\/p>\n

All she had wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath, then watch a Brad Pitt movie. Surprising the hell out of herself, being a Friday night and all, but it was what she wanted to do. Now all she would be doing was swapping insurance information with a dumbass and nursing a headache.<\/p>\n

Oh, he\u2019d better have insurance<\/i>, she seethed. Cordelia could see it was a man getting out of the dark covertible from her dangling mirror. Her driver\u2019s side had decided to get friendly with the light post.<\/p>\n

Cordelia flexed her hands and toes. Nothing seemed out of place or broken, just a burning desire to break this guy\u2019s neck. Or rip him a brand new one! Deciding on the later, Cordelia opened her car door, cringing at the loud creak it made.<\/p>\n

Lurching to her feet, she barely noted a slight waver in her vision as she prepared herself for an imminent showdown. She was happy she had not decided to wear a skirt today, as was her normal fashion, but had settled on dark blue leather pants with a plain, black baby tee. She sure as hell didn\u2019t want to get caught in a skirt out here.<\/p>\n

Angelus saw that it was a girl getting out of the green Jaguar. No matter. Male or female, he was still going to bleed \u2018em dry. \u201cHow in the hell did you get a license, you dumb broad?!\u201d Even though it was dark, he couldn\u2019t see her face clearly because she was standing half under a light post.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe!?\u201d Cordelia growled back. \u201cBasic ed driving is that you turn on your headlights when it\u2019s dark out, asshole!\u201d The brazen brunette was not liking this. The guy was huge! Not to mention he was coming toward her and he sounded a lot like-<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel?!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia?\u201d The vampire could not believe his luck. Out of all the girls in Sunnydale, Cordelia Chase, one of the Slayer\u2019s companions had tried to kill his baby. But as he inched closer, he couldn\u2019t decide if his luck was good or bad. Her initial shock and alarm at recognizing him had dissolved back into road rage.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou asshole,\u201d she seethed, still trying to blink away the spots that kept forming in front of her. \u201cJust because you can see in the dark, doesn\u2019t mean that everyone else can.\u201d Angelus, evil vamp extraordinaire was standing less the seven feet away, but she couldn\u2019t summon any fear. Not now anyway with these stupid spots just appearing in front of him!<\/p>\n

Angelus gave a throaty chuckled. \u201cWell maybe not, sweetheart, but that doesn\u2019t forgive your Knievel-like driving! You were driving in the middle of the lane, Cordelia!\u201d<\/p>\n

Letting his nostrils flare slightly, he was surprised to sense no fear coming off of her. Interesting. If Willow had been here or even that twerp Harris, they would have been oozing panic from every pore. But not her. Not Cordelia Chase. This might prove to be a very interesting night, he reasoned, all sorts of delicious ideas surfacing.<\/p>\n

The girl was stunning. More so than the Slayer, because she was classically beautiful. Angelus had always admired a face and body of Cordelia\u2019s nature. A countenance and physique that could blend with any age, historical or present. It was the soul that fell for sappy, innocent looks. Though, not so innocent anymore. I\u2019ve gotta send her more flowers<\/i>, Angelus made a mental note, as he surveyed Cordelia\u2019s outfit.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut on the bright side, Cordelia,\u201d Angelus leered over her curvaceous form, \u201cI\u2019ve gotta say I\u2019m just ecstatic to have seen you in such tight leather. Maybe crashing into you wasn\u2019t such bad luck after all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally, it was there! Just a small, delicate fraction, but it was there. Fear. Laced with\u2026 anticipation? \u201cAh, Cordy,\u201d he hummed, \u201cAre you thinking what I\u2019m thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n

She highly doubted it as she watched his irises go from black to gold. That was a first for her. She\u2019d seen him go grr and his entire eyes turn yellow, but not just the irises. But then again it could be an affect from those damned spots! They were actually starting to hurt.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, Angel, how about we discuss this tomorrow? It\u2019ll give me time to come up with a good excuse as to why I took out my dad\u2019s car. He\u2019s in Bermuda until April, but the car might tell him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angelus frowned at her. The girl wasn\u2019t making any sense. \u201cCordelia? Did you hit your head at all when we crashed into each other?\u201d Why was he asking and why did he care?<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah!\u201d Cordelia snapped her fingers, her face lighting up. \u201cThe steering wheel hit me! He\u2019s gonna have to talk to the dealership \u2018bout that one!\u201d Narrowing her hazel eyes, she could see that Angelus was getting closer to her.<\/p>\n

This was the bastard who had killed Ms. Calendar and ruined her cream jacket in the graveyard when Buffy had been looking gross! Giving a small, feminine growl Cordelia viciously kicked Angelus in the groin.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s for my jacket!\u201d Giving a small whoop, she cornered around him, diving into the thicket next to the road. She could hear him cursing and growling about what he would do to her once he caught her. Cordelia didn\u2019t care!<\/p>\n

Her jacket and Ms. Calendar had been avenged. Who said having a pair of black, steel toed boots wasn\u2019t handy? Some fashion magazine had said it, but she couldn\u2019t remember now.<\/p>\n

Cordelia sprinted through the woods, not sure of which way she was going. She was reasonably sure that Buffy\u2019s psycho boyfriend was behind her, but couldn\u2019t remember why. Maybe he was going to kill the spots!<\/p>\n

Coming to a near careening halt, Cordelia turned around on wavering feet as she waited for Angel to catch up to. \u201cStupid, Cordy,\u201d she chastised herself. \u201cAngel kills spots!\u201d They were starting to get bigger.<\/p>\n

Barreling through the woods like a demon gone mad, which was more a truth than anything, Angelus skidded to a halt as he found Cordelia standing in front of him. She had a wide grin on her cute, precious face. \u201cI\u2019m so going to kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rolling her eyes in gratitude, she let out a relived sigh, \u201cThank God. And kill these damn spots while you\u2019re at it, Angel. They\u2019re almost too big now.\u201d A small moan escaped her plump cherry lips before her legs gave way. Angelus barely caught her as she slumped into unconsciousness. Scooping her effortlessly into his arms, he finally noticed the bruise on the right side of her temple. It was faint, but there.<\/p>\n

Angelus couldn\u2019t believe his luck. His beautiful car had internal injuries. He\u2019d just been kicked in the balls and temporarily outsmarted by a cheerleader!\u00a0A rather lovely cheerleader,<\/i> Angelus mused, still gazing intently at serene face.<\/p>\n

He had in his arms one of Buffy\u2019s friends. Not a close friend, but one of those nonetheless. And she was the girlfriend of that squeaky boy.<\/p>\n

Angelus brought is face down, to gently nuzzle Cordelia\u2019s cheek. She was exquisite, and all his now. \u201cNo, my sleeping beauty,\u201d Angel whispered gently, pulling her tighter to his chest. \u201cYou\u2019re all Angelus\u2019 now.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Taking another swig of whiskey, Spike slightly asked the flames flickering before him how he was going to defeat Angelus. Sitting in his wheelchair and thinking had been his business of late.<\/p>\n

Angelus was getting more and more reckless. It was only a matter of time before that cute button of a Slayer catapulted herself into the mansion, wrecking havoc on all of them.<\/p>\n

The master vampire had brutally killed Jenny Calendar, a friend and teacher of the Slayer. Granted, Spike was not at all against brutality and killing, but Slayer friends?! Big no. The Watcher and his little girl had burned down his factory, forcing him and his beloved Dru to take refuge with Angelus.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate him,\u201d Spike whispered to the fireplace.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou talking \u2018bout me, Spikeless?\u201d<\/p>\n

Pivoting his head toward the open garden doors, there stood his grandsire with a hot-blooded package in his capable arms. Spike could tell by the steady beats that the girl was alive, but for how long, he had no idea. Narrowing his electric blue eyes, Spike concentrated on her face.<\/p>\n

A beautiful face he had seen before. \u201cAngel, is that-\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup!\u201d Giving a large goofy grin, Angelus sauntered over to his plush red chaise, gently laying the sleeping girl down. Letting his grin soften, Angelus brushed a strand of mahogany away from her cheek. \u201cShe just, crashed into me, Spike. I had to take her home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spike could only imagine the look on his own face as he surveyed the careful administrations his grandsire was bestowing on girl. Letting his whiskey bottle slip absently from his fingers, it\u2019s amber fluid slowly seeping into the rug, Spike wheeled himself closer. He couldn\u2019t believe it. Wouldn\u2019t believe it!<\/p>\n

\u201cThe cheerleader<\/i>?!\u201d Spike felt he would die of shock if could. \u201cYou reckless, miserable idiot! Not only do you leave dead bed-gifts of the Slayer\u2019s pals, you have the audacity to bring one here?! Into our very home?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angelus still had not taken his intense gaze off his prize. \u201cShe\u2019s mine now, Spike. She will be in every way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sputtering in astonishment, Spike was about to let him truly have it when Drusilla swayed into the room. Her pale face was abashed with curiosity as she had just seen what her Daddy had brought home. \u201cHello, Angel. What have you found?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA prize, Dru. And she\u2019s mine alone.\u201d Finally breaking his eyes away from Cordelia, Angelus met the eyes of both his childer, bringing that affirmation of fact home. Spike\u2019s terse expression visibly relaxed under the silent command and Drusilla\u2019s eyes finally showed a rare sign of sanity as she recognized the power of a master.<\/p>\n

Giving a small chuckle, Angelus kneeled down, taking Cordelia into his arms again. He liked holding her. Having her in his arms, so close to him, made him feel complete.<\/p>\n

Heading to the staircase, intend on placing his woman exactly where she belonged, her turned around to his childer again. \u201cSpike, find Arden and tell him to come by my room immediately. He used to be a doctor when he was alive and I want him to check on her.\u201d Not waiting for a reply, he continued his ascent.<\/p>\n

\u201cGuess he wants to make sure he didn\u2019t break his new toy before he could properly play with her, Dru,\u201d Spike wheeled closer to his darling, still not breaking his eyes away from where Angelus had last stood.<\/p>\n

Drusilla\u2019s haunting face still had that look of absolute clarity, \u201cOh yes, Spike, and play with her he will.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Arden had just come and left, giving his master a reassuring bill of health. His Cordelia had a mild concussion and would be back to normal in a day or two. The young beauty was to have plenty of rest with lots of fluids.<\/p>\n

Angelus had one or two fluids he would love to give her. Trying to control his carnal urges, he dutifully placed himself in the plush chair beside his bed. He was perfectly content on just basking her in serene expression of sleep for all eternity. Angelus knew he should be alarmed at this kind of behavior, but he didn\u2019t give a damn. His demon was nearly sated and was purring contently in his chest.<\/p>\n

Drusilla had come in just before Arden, bearing the young teenager a gift of one of her most luxurious, satin nightgowns. Angelus had been pleased by the gesture his childe made to Cordelia, allowing her to remove the girl\u2019s street clothes and clad her in the black lingerie. Drusilla knew her sire approved of the color and sinful style.<\/p>\n

Just as\u00a0she had been about to take her leave, Drusilla swayed over to her master, giving him respectful kiss on his forehead. Her red lips glistening, the vampiress provided him one hint of warning, \u201cJust be careful you don\u2019t crash too hard, Angel. You just may burn for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those words, like all of Drusilla\u2019s psychic warnings, seared his thoughts. He was immersed into trying to divulge what she meant, he missed the first stirring of Cordelia trying to will herself awake. Hearing a slight whimper escape her lips, he was by her side in an instance.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, can you hear me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Angelus winced at hearing her voice so hoarse. \u201cWhy are you talking so loud, Angel? You sound like a freight train.\u201d Cordelia tried to open her eyes, but found it to be too difficult. Her lids felt like they weighed a ton.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d He whispered, dropping his voice low as to not cause her anymore pain. \u201cHow do you feel?\u201d Taking her delicate hand in his, he was moderately shocked at how cold her fingers were. For the first time in decades, Angelus wished that his hands would be warm for once.<\/p>\n

\u201cThick.\u201d Cordelia chuckled. \u201cAre we at the library yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t remember the crash,<\/i> Angelus mused, smiling. And it seemed that she thought he was the old Angel. Minds were such a mystery when faced with trauma or shock. \u201cNot yet, but we might be going there soon, Cordelia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Her voice lulled a bit, making it clear to Angelus that she was about to fall back into the clutches of sleep. \u201cBuffy will be so proud that her boyfriend saved me from those evil spots.\u201d With that her head drifted softly to the side .<\/p>\n

Angelus felt an evil smile break across his face, as he fanned Cordelia\u2019s lustrous locks over the red silk pillow cradling her head. Pulling the sheet tighter over her curvaceous frame, Angelus stood from his kneeling position beside the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes, Buffy\u2019s going to be so very<\/i> proud.\u201d Evil smile still in place, Angelus retreated from his bedroom, intent on satisfying his growing hunger for blood on another.<\/p>\n

Closing the doors gently behind him, Angelus headed downstairs to see if Dru wanted to go get a bite to eat.<\/p>\n

Cordelia Chase, who lay in deep slumber in the bed of the most vicious vampire to exist, was for now, blissfully unaware of the dark pleasures that awaited her when she would finally awaken. She would be at the mercy of his obsessions.<\/p>\n

TBC…<\/b><\/p>\n

Rachelle<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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