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Title: Bait<\/b> A Pure Darkness Serial fic \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\"bait<\/a><\/i>
\nAuthor: <\/b>samsom<\/strong>
\nPosted: <\/b>Jan 07
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>R\/N-17
\nCategory: <\/b>Dark
\nContent: <\/b>Aus\/Cordelia, mild Xander\/Cordy
\nSummary: <\/b>Angelus catches Cordelia, planning to use her to kill the Slayer.
\nSpoilers: <\/b>Btvs S2
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>TIO<\/del>, GTC\/A. anywhere else, please ask.
\nNotes: <\/b>loosely based on the movie Red Eye<\/em>, because I thought it\u2019d be a great way to work a fic with Cordy and Angelus. This is technically my first attempt at writing these two, so it may be scratchy. I do plan to continue it.
\nThanks\/Dedication: <\/b>
\nFeedback: <\/b>What am I? Doing this for the sake of writing? Bring it on!<\/p>\n

\n

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

Goddammit!<\/i><\/p>\n

Running, running, branches smacking her in the face while that stupid voice sounded too close behind her, and she\u2019s stumbling, tripping over her own shoelaces and skidding down the side of a hill she\u2019d forgotten was there.<\/p>\n

The trip down was made mostly on her side, kicking up mud and rocks and sticks on her way to the bottom.<\/p>\n

She hit the shallow water and froze, pain exploding through her adrenaline, seizing her muscles even though she screamed at herself to move, move, move, before \u2013<\/p>\n

He was faster; there was no getting away from him. She looked up at his boots even as she heard his throaty chuckle.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the chase. Always good to work up an appetite.\u201d<\/p>\n

His pale face was almost pleasant looking, except for his eyes. Dark eyes, empty of humanity, of all emotion except maybe rage.<\/p>\n

Not even at her, she thought. It wasn\u2019t fair. It was Buffy he hated, and yet here she was, caught and probably five seconds from getting drained and strung up on Buffy\u2019s porch as his latest \u2018gift\u2019.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo stake yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t respond other than a humorous curl of his lip, bent over and hauled her up with a hand around her throat, dangling her a couple of inches from the ground and close to his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could end it right here, Cordelia, just like Jenny. It would be fast, you wouldn\u2019t feel it\u2026much.\u201d He whispered the words like a promise and all she could do was choke as she tried to take in air, eyes boring into her.<\/p>\n

Then he dropped her, sprawling at his feet.<\/p>\n

She looked down at the ground and gasped for breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cLucky for you I need you a bit longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Things were a blur after that.<\/p>\n

Someone else jerked her to her feet, and she was half-carried, half-dragged while her head hung and her senses reeled. Her side burned painfully.<\/p>\n

When she managed to gather her wits again, she was being dragged through the doorway of a mansion, and up a flight of steps. Looking up, she saw that it was Angelus that had her, one arm under her shoulders, her arm over his.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey pumpkin, nice nap?\u201d<\/p>\n

She really wanted to say something witty and brave, but honestly couldn\u2019t dredge up the wherewithal. He was going to kill her. Banter seemed pointless.<\/p>\n

They reached the top of the steps and he dragged her over to a door, swinging it open to reveal a decent sized room about the size of her bedroom, furnished but not overly so. He let her go and she flopped to the floor like a sack of wet grain.<\/p>\n

Her body reeled and she wondered if she was going into shock, wished she\u2019d paid better attention in health class when they taught CPR.<\/p>\n

He kneeled down in front of her, listening to her labored breathing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stink princess, and you\u2019re borderline shocky. Guess the trip down to the creek wasn\u2019t an easy one.\u201d He pretended to consider something, biting his lower lip like a car salesman about to make an offer. \u201cHow about I let you clean up, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWha-\u201c, her voice croaked and she tried again. \u201cWhat do you want with me?\u201d She asked weakly.<\/p>\n

He reached out a hand and tipped her chin up until he could see her eyes.<\/p>\n

She waited.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm, what could I want with a luscious little kitten like you?\u201d He waited, savoring the frantic increase of her heartbeat.<\/p>\n

He smiled suddenly, leaning in as if sharing a secret.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust your mouth, princess.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fear clawed through her, and she reared back in his grip, his fingers tightening painfully against her jaw.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Not interested?\u201d He pulled his face into hurt lines. \u201cI\u2019m hurt, Cor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf only,\u201d she spat back.<\/p>\n

He laughed again and pulled her forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromises, baby?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mouth so close to hers, it seemed as if he was tasting her breath and she stopped moving altogether, trying not to inhale, willing her heart to slow down as his nostrils flared.<\/p>\n

Then he let her go, and stood up, looking down at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe later princess,\u201d he mocked, \u201cright now there are things to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned and started to walk away.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd wash up, you need it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed the door behind him and Cordelia sagged, relief at still being alive so acute her hands shook where they were braced against the floor.<\/p>\n

This wasn\u2019t happening, it wasn\u2019t. She was Cordelia Chase, and she was rich and popular and pretty and she had a future<\/i> and she wasn\u2019t going to end up like Miss Calendar.<\/p>\n

Getting her breath under control before she began to hyperventilate, Cordelia closed her eyes and counted to ten, slowly, drawing the numbers out in breathing exercises.<\/p>\n

Okay.<\/p>\n

She was still alive, which meant Angel had plans, which meant she had time to think. She\u2019d be missed, maybe not by her parents who were sunning themselves on the Riviera this week, but Xander, and \u2013 and \u2013<\/p>\n

God, Harmony and the others, would they even call the police, report her gone when she didn\u2019t show up at the game Saturday night?<\/p>\n

She pictured Harm taking her place on top of the pyramid.<\/p>\n

So maybe only Xander.<\/p>\n

And if Xander noticed, then he\u2019d tell Buffy and then she\u2019d find her.<\/p>\n

This was all Buffy\u2019s fault anyway, and when the Slayer broke through the door to save her, Cordelia would tell her so.<\/p>\n

Her head throbbed and her body ached so maybe she\u2019d just lie down, press her throbbing cheek against the flat cold of the floor\u2026<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

A sharp sound jarred her, and she was up, braced on her hands before she was fully awake, eyes staring wildly at the figure standing at the door without comprehending who or what she was looking at.<\/p>\n

The pain of her sudden movement buzzed through her body like live electricity.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho, what-?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, no princess, you weren\u2019t supposed to fall asleep,\u201d said the figure as it advanced on her. She blinked frantically; trying desperately to conjure up a reason she was on the floor and who was coming at her.<\/p>\n

Who was-?<\/p>\n

Oh God.<\/p>\n

She skittered back on her butt, trying to get away from him, the throbbing in her body matched by the throbbing in her head, and her back hit a piece of furniture.<\/p>\n

He moved slowly, enjoying her fear, loving the picture she made as she sprawled so helplessly in front of him.<\/p>\n

She sat up straighter, hating the mean look in his eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?<\/i>\u201d She demanded in a cold voice that nevertheless rasped from sleep and shock.<\/p>\n

He leaned over and yanked her up by the arms, turning and tossing her onto the top of the bed before answering.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I want is a dead Slayer,\u201d he put one knee on the bed next to her hip and leaned over her, \u201cwhat I need to get what I want is a coherent cheerleader who doesn\u2019t sound like a scared, squeaking little rabbit when she talks to the Slayer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Why would I talk to Buffy-\u201c<\/p>\n

She stopped suddenly to stare up at him, understanding dawning, and began to shake her head in denial.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I won\u2019t. I won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

She and Buffy may not like each other, but she wasn\u2019t going to just toss the other girl into the lion\u2019s den because Angel ordered her to.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, here come the protests of \u2018never\u2019,\u201d he sighed and looked down at her. \u201cLet\u2019s just skip this part, shall we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d she jerked her head up, forehead nearly colliding with his chin, fury choking her at her situation and how fucked up it was that she was going to end up dead before her senior year rein as Homecoming Queen, \u201cI\u2019m not calling Buffy, comprende? So you might as well go ahead and kill me or whatever.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared up at him, knowing he could hear the fear tripping her heart up, holding her breath at what he would do next.<\/p>\n

He smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh baby, you have a lot to learn about me, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The fingers of his right hand did a slow crawl up the outside of her thigh, and she barely resisted the urge to slap it away, but he was smiling, waiting for it, so she didn\u2019t. He gripped her arm and pulled her up.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s start your education now.\u201d<\/p>\n

He dragged her out of the room.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

He took her down the stairs, passed the foyer and opened a small door off the kitchen.<\/p>\n

At first she couldn\u2019t see anything, and she blinked, ready to ask what she was supposed to be looking at when her irises expanded enough for her to make out a shape.<\/p>\n

She stared at the back of Xander\u2019s beaten, bloody head.<\/p>\n

\u201cLearning yet, Cor?\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cXander!\u201d<\/p>\n

She tried to pull away, to go to him, but Angel kept the grip on her arm, yanking her back with him as he retraced their steps.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s simple, nothing too complicated, all you have to do is call Buff, get her to the factory her Watcher burned down and I\u2019ll take it from there.\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t say anything, barley heard him, her mind screaming Xander\u2019s name as if that would bring him running and they could get out together because-<\/p>\n

If they didn\u2019t, Angel wasn\u2019t going to let Xander live.<\/p>\n

Wasn\u2019t going to let either one of them live.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut first Cordelia, I need you to get a hold of yourself. You\u2019re no good to me if you hyperventilate during your chat with Buffy, and if you give the game away-\u201c<\/p>\n

He swung her back into the room and shoved her against the wall next to the door, grabbing hold of her chin again with his cold fingers and leaning in close.<\/p>\n

\u201c-well, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll understand my crankiness if you fuck this up, right?\u201d He squeezed tight and crowded her against the stone wall, leather clad thighs brushing her skirt. She closed her eyes to keep from crying.<\/p>\n

Crying wouldn\u2019t help. Crying was the reason she was in this dilemma. If Buffy had spent more time actually killing her psycho boyfriend and less time crying over him, she wouldn\u2019t-<\/p>\n

She gasped, her eyes flying open as she felt his tongue on her skin, licking up the salty tears she hadn\u2019t realized was spilling down her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm.\u201d He ran his tongue over his lips as he looked at her. \u201cIs every part of you as delicious as your fear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I just make sure Xander\u2019s okay?\u201d She asked quietly, keeping her eyes to the left of his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you really can\u2019t \u2013 not now, but if you\u2019re a good little hostage, I might think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He took a step away from her, keeping a grip on her wrist and leading her across the bedroom, smiling back at her the way Xander did when he wanted some quality time in the broom closet.<\/p>\n

She had to keep herself from digging her heels into the floor and forced herself to follow his lead.<\/p>\n

He opened the door and flipped the light on, revealing a bathroom.<\/p>\n

He turned back and pulled her past him, pushing her in.<\/p>\n

\u201cShower up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he turned and left her alone.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The water pressure was good for such an old mansion, and the shower ran full stop, steam creeping into all the corners, rising like tendrils to the ceiling.<\/p>\n

The window was narrow, being in the bathroom and all, but she was just grateful it was there.<\/p>\n

Climbing on it meant jumping up and catching the rim, pulling her body up onto the lip that poked out, for plants she guessed, and she was very thankful cheerleading required so many gymnastics classes.<\/p>\n

It took a few minutes, but she got the window open, praying the running water masked the rusty scrape of the pane.<\/p>\n

She peaked out and swallowed audibly when she realized she was three stories up.<\/p>\n

She just needed to get to a cell phone, call Buffy and then they\u2019d charge in and get Xander before Angel used him as a pi\u00f1ata.<\/p>\n

As plans went, it was better than Angel\u2019s.<\/p>\n

The tree wasn\u2019t that far away, and the branches looked sturdy enough to hold her weight but bendy enough that she could ride it to the ground.<\/p>\n

All she had to do was not fall. Or make noise. Or throw up from the ache in her body or the nausea from her headache.<\/p>\n

She pushed her feet out first, turned over onto her belly and heaved herself the rest of the way, briefly getting caught up by her breasts. She took a deep breath, and very painfully squeezed them through.<\/p>\n

She dropped a few inches to the ledge and caught herself against the stone wall, trying hard not to look down. When she\u2019d steadied herself, she reached over and caught the sturdiest branch she could find, feeling lucky there was no one left alive to prune the wild growth around the old mansion.<\/p>\n

She caught it in both hands, gripped it tight, held her breath \u2013<\/p>\n

-and jumped, eyes closed.<\/p>\n

It was faster than she\u2019d hoped, and she nearly screamed out loud, legs stiff underneath her. When she reached the ground, she hit it so suddenly she stumbled and fell into a pile of old rotting leaves.<\/p>\n

Oh God.<\/p>\n

She was stunned into immobility, and only opened her eyes when she was assured that her body was still in one piece, and it was. Her head, however, throbbed with refreshed vigor and she just knew she was losing some important brain cells.<\/p>\n

Hand to her head, she rolled over and started to get up when she ran into something solid.<\/p>\n

One pale hand gripped her upper arm and hauled her up until her feet were under her.<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel-\u201c<\/p>\n

His fist flew at her and the lights went out<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

She came back slowly, jaw throbbing along to the drum beat of her headache.<\/p>\n

Under her back was soft and she slowly realized she was lying on top of a bed, opening her eyes to find that she was back in the bedroom Angel had brought her to earlier.<\/p>\n

Dammit, that bastard had a fist like a jackhammer, she thought, her jaw throbbing in agreement. She pulled up on her elbows and blinked tiredly.<\/p>\n

A scrape brought her head up and she jumped slightly, seeing a brunette in the corner of the room dressed in clothes that were so last century.<\/p>\n

Her hair was soft curling around her shoulders, dead flowers weaved through, and a curious expression on her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cBad kitty, no milk for you,\u201d she muttered by way of greeting, and Cordelia quirked an eyebrow.<\/p>\n

\u201dExcuse me?\u201d She croaked.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe means, kitten, that you are wasting my time and your boyfriend\u2019s breathing-plus status.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel stalked through the door and over to the bed, kneeling over her with one knee braced next her hip. He was furious, breathing harshly through his nostrils.<\/p>\n

She tried to roll away but he grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pushed her back down, holding her head pinned to the pillow while he leaned over her. She reached back and dug her nails into his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t waste any more of my time, cheerleader, not unless you enjoy seeing Harris strung up and flayed. Now me, I\u2019m always up for a good skinning, but that\u2019s not going to get Buffy\u2019s ass to the factory any sooner, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

She glared at him, feeling the wetness of blood under her fingertips.<\/p>\n

He tightened his grip, pulling her scalp painfully, and she retaliated, digging deeper into the meat of his flesh.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Only the sound of her ragged breathing was heard as they glared at each other, his grip getting tighter and tighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d She gritted out painfully.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t let go right away, staring down at her, the anger giving way to something else, something she couldn\u2019t figure out. He yanked her head back until her neck arched, and she could feel him sweeping her body with a gaze.<\/p>\n

Finally, he let go and she slumped back, relinquishing her hold on his wrist at the same time. He caught her hand quick though, bringing it up to his mouth, lips enveloping the bloody fingers and tongue snaking between the digits, licking up the blood she took from him.<\/p>\n

A shock like a lightning strike shot through Cordelia\u2019s body and she yanked her hand back.<\/p>\n

\u201cGross!\u201d<\/p>\n

He just licked his lips.<\/p>\n

The girl came up behind him, winding around his body as her hand sought and reached for his bloody wrist, bringing it to her mouth and making a nummy sound as she licked it clean.<\/p>\n

Okay, so this was Drusilla.<\/p>\n

Angel watched Cordelia watching them, that look of contemplation turning deeper, more introspective.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re proving to be more of a handful than I thought, princess. Maybe I should just cut my losses with the both of you-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cNo-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd go grab Joyce out of her gallery-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c-that way I\u2019d get Buffy to the factory a lot faster and for a lot less hassle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou take Buffy\u2019s mom and you\u2019ll be kissing sunlight before you could yell surprise, and you know it. She wouldn\u2019t stop until you were dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pushed Dru from him, provoking a soft mewl of protest, and walked up closer to the bed, eyes lazy as they swarmed over her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you like that, kitten – to see me on the end of the Slayer\u2019s stake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBoy howdy,\u201d she whispered back, not blinking as she stared up at the arrogant vampire.<\/p>\n

In a blink, he was straddling her, legs stretched on either side of hers, pressing her down on the bed with his hands on her shoulders. She grabbed his wrists, frantically trying to push him off her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Get off me, you perv!\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned down and sniffed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cEww, what is your damage!?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou actually don\u2019t want me, not even a little.\u201d He leaned back, resting lightly on her legs, and put his hands on his knees, sounding vexed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you know what, I don\u2019t go for psychopaths \u2013 that\u2019s Buffy\u2019s kink, and, oh by the way, ewww.\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned down again, closer then before until his face was nearly touching hers, eyes amused as they ran over her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could make you want me, baby.\u201d He whispered.<\/p>\n

TBC..<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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