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Subject: {ASSM} BtVS Fic: Buffy's Bitch - 9/? (f/f, teen, fdom, spank, humil, exhib, voyeur, humor, tv-parody)
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 16:10:09 -0400
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Title: Buffy's Bitch
Author: Oric13
Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: f/f, teen, fdom, spank, humil, exhib, voyeur, humor,
TV-parody
Feedback: will gladly be accepted at Oric13@xs4all.nl
Summary: Affected by the slime of a demon, Buffy reacts somewhat
different to Cordelia's usual taunting.
Notes: The story takes place shortly after season 2 episode "I Only
Have Eyes For You" and is slightly AU, because unlike what happened in
the series: Cordelia did NOT get back with Xander. Instead she clawed
and bitched her way back as Queen of Sunnydale High.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon &
Mutant Enemy... but the story itself belongs to me.

Warning: This story contains: lesbian sex, spanking, D/s, humiliation
and a bit of S&M. If you don't like that or are too young for it, then
don't read this.


Buffy's Bitch
by Oric13



Chapter 9


After having told Giles most of what had happened between her and
Buffy in the last two weeks, a red-faced Cordelia stared at an equal
red-faced watcher while awaiting his response.

"A-Are you serious?!" The watcher finally managed to get out after a
very long and uncomfortable silence.

"Hey! Do I look like I'm kidding?!" the annoyed cheerleader responded.
"Like I'd really show my face in here if it wasn't an extreme
emergency. I'm not joking around and I'm not crazy either, and you
better believ--"

Giles held out a hand, halting the word-flood he sensed was coming.
"I-I am not questioning your sanity, Cordelia... It's just a tad
difficult for me to believe that Buffy would... behave in such a
manner."

"Perhaps you'd like to see some of the bruises that little bitch put
on my behind?" the May Queen inquired stonily while shooting the
Watcher an icy glare.

The librarian turned even more flustered then before as his eyes
inadvertently dropped to the cheerleader's nether regions before
quickly glancing up again.

"N-no, that won't be necessary." Removing his glasses, he pinched the
bridge of his nose, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts
before focussing his eyes again on the brunette. "You said that
this... situation started Thursday a week ago?"

"Yes, that's when she started to act really weird... Well, weirder
than usual, that is," Cordelia began to recap, satisfied that the
watcher finally seemed to take her serious.

*****

After a long shower, Buffy strolled back into her bedroom. Even though
the sun was already down, it was still pretty hot in her room so she
didn't bother putting on a bathrobe.

Instead of getting dressed right away, she threw herself naked face
down on the bed. Closing her eyes, the blonde pressed her face into
the freshly washed sheets; smiling as her enhanced sense of smell was
instantly bombarded by the delightful scent of the lavender/vanilla
fabric softener that her mother used. After having breathed deeply of
the enticing scent, Buffy turned over on her back and began replaying
today's events over in her mind; as usual her thoughts focussed mainly
on a certain buxom, brunette cheerleader.

The moment that the visual image of Cordelia Chase appeared in her
mind, Buffy's hands -- spread out above her head -- gradually
gravitated towards her naked body. Once the blonde Slayer started
touching herself, the image of Cordelia in her cheerleader outfit
transformed into the image of a buck-naked Cordelia Chase lying on her
back with her legs pulled back, holding labia-lips open for Buffy's
visual inspection.

Groaning softly, Buffy spread her legs wide and placed her right hand
between her thighs, softly stroking her swollen slit and clit. Her
left hand quickly moved to her left breast, pulling and pinching her
swollen nipple and squeezing the firm flesh.

As the blonde's arousal increased and her little masturbation session
intensified, the images in her mind turned progressively more
pornographic. She pictured Cordelia kneeling naked before her, a
devoted expression on the May Queen's face while she used her deadly,
much-feared tongue to tenderly lick her pussy... Then she's suddenly
in the girls' locker room, spanking the brunette's bare behind while
the other girls of the cheerleading squad stand around them. The
pretty young women are watching the spanking of their leader with
shocked and aroused expressions on their faces. Apprehension soon
followed once the cheerleaders realized that they would each get a
turn across her knee...

Pumping three fingers in her sopping slit while roughly kneading her
tits, Buffy's fantasy became even kinkier: She's in the gym and
judging from the huge crowd on the bleachers and the cheerleaders
cheering on the sideline, it looked like their basketball team at long
last made it to the finales of the state championship. But instead of
a game taking place on the floor, there's only Cordelia and herself,
sitting totally naked on a mat in the middle of the gym.

Gazing around at the numerous onlookers, Buffy knew that she should be
mortified about being naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but
instead she felt more aroused then she'd ever felt before. Looking
down, her eyes trailed across her naked body -- taking in her
rock-hard nipples with an amused smile and giving them a little tweak.
The audience seemed to approve of that, judging from their cheers. She
then noticed a long, thick fake cock protruding from her crotch: a
strap-on dildo. It was damn near a foot long. After giving the fake
phallus a little feel, Buffy smirked and turned her eyes towards her
naked lover.

Apparently, the shame and self-consciousness that Buffy lacked was
still abundantly present in Cordelia. The brunette blushed brightly as
she covered her large breasts with an arm while using her free hand to
protect her pussy from the crowd's leering looks. When her eyes met
Buffy's, the embarrassed cheerleader hung her head in shame... But
only for a second or so, because when Cordelia detected the big fake
cock towering out between the blonde's muscular thighs, her eyes grew
wide and her head snapped up to look at Buffy's face again. It didn't
take her long to decipher the look of lust in the Slayer's penetrating
green eyes. Blushing even harder then before, the cheerleader
attempted to create some distance between herself and the horny blonde
by quickly backing away. Her attempt to escape was short-lived when a
second later Buffy's hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

"Nuh-uh, Cordy," Buffy admonished the naked cheerleader. "Time to stop
being a tease and to become a woman."

"Not here!" Cordelia groaned mortified while trying to cover up her
exposed body.

"Yes, here!" Buffy grinned. "Now stop trying to hide your beautiful
body from our fans, and spread those legs."

The cheerleader bit her bottom lip while her eyes darted back and
forth, searching for a way out of this mess.

The Slayer's eyes narrowed and she slapped the brunette's butt in
warning.

SMACK!!! "Owww!!"

That little bit of discipline Buffy dealt out to the disobedient
cheerleader was greeted by a round of applause.

"Listen up, Cordy. I want you to spread your legs and pull your knees
back all the way to your shoulders. And unless you want another
spanking in front of all these people, you better obey me right now."

The crowd loudly cheered at Buffy's words -- especially the bit about
the spanking.

Sensing that the blonde wasn't kidding around and knowing that she
couldn't expect any help or sympathy from their audience, Cordelia
closed her eyes, drew in her breath, and slowly pulled back her legs
while spreading them wide. As her well-groomed and glistening cunt
became exposed to Buffy and a couple of hundred strangers, another
loud cheer sounded through the gym, accompanied by several loud
whistles.

Buffy smirked when she saw how wet and aroused the cheerleader's cunt
already was. Despite her apparent reluctance, Cordy seems to be as
horny and ready for this as she is.

With a possessive gleam in her eyes, Buffy reached out and stroked two
fingers back and forth across the brunette's nether lips before
shoving them up to the hilt inside the May Queen's wet, hot box.
"Mine!"

Cordy gasped at the sudden intrusion and the audience once again
applauded.

After finger-fucking the furiously blushing brunette for several long
minutes, Buffy decided that the cheerleader was as ready for her
"cock" as she's ever gonna be. Licking her lips in anticipation, she
placed herself between her lover's legs and positioned the head of the
dildo at the entrance of Cordelia's cunt; sliding it up and down the
moist cleft, she lubricated the silicone rod with Cordy's juices.

Leaning forward, Buffy grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's hips. She
could hear the crowd of spectators draw in their collective breaths.
Then she gradually pushed her hips forward... Looking down, the Slayer
watched spellbound as Cordelia's pussy-lips parted for the thick
silicone stick, making it appear as if they flowered open to make way
for the large dildo that slowly went into her -former- nemesis' virgin
cunt.

Cordelia gasped and groaned as more and more of the big, fake cock
entered her tight passage.

Holding tightly onto Cordy's hips, Buffy drove the strap-on inside her
lover until the fake phallus encountered a barrier. Judging from the
grunt of pain that escaped the cheerleader's lips, Buffy figured she'd
reached the brunette's maidenhead. After giving Cordy a comforting pat
on the butt, she pulled back until only the tip of the dildo was
inserted into her lover's slit, and then slowly pushed forwards again.
Drawing back each time the phallus head bumped into Cordelia's hymen
and then pushing in again just before the fake cock completely left
the cheerleader's cunt, Buffy soon got into a steady fuck-rhythm that
got them both really worked up and their pussies sopping wet. 

A minute ago it had been possible to hear a pin drop in the large
hall; now a low drone of murmurs resonated through the gym. Despite
being busy with more important matters, Buffy's super hearing picked
up some bits of conversation: 

"I really thought she was gonna take the cheerleader's cherry with one
single thrust... Hmmm, guess I owe you fifty."

"Double or nothing says the blonde's gonna fuck the brunette up the
ass after she takes her cherry."

"You're on, buddy!"


"Wow! This is a hundred times better then some lame-assed basketball
game!"

"Um, aren't you, like, the captain of the basketball team?"

"Yeah... So what's your point?"


"This is freakin' hot! I hope you're getting all this on tape, dude!"

"Dude! Weren't YOU supposed to bring the camera?!"

"Damnit!"
 

"Eh heh heh, this is cool!"

"Huh huh heh huh, yeah cool! Who ever said that crossovers suck ass?"

"Uh, you did, Butthead."

"Shut up, Beavis!" 


Shutting out everything else, Buffy concentrated solely on giving
Cordelia the fucking of a lifetime. Still sliding the strap-on in and
out the May Queen's receptive slot, she let go off Cordy's waist and
used one hand to diddle the cheerleader's clit while using the other
one to play with the brunette's big boobs.

Cordelia seemed to REALLY get into that. The soft grunts and groans
that escaped the cheerleader's lips changed into a steady panting and
she started moving her hips to meet the dildo each time it slid into
her. Then slowly, almost tentatively, Cordelia opened her eyes and
looked up at Buffy.

The Slayer's green eyes stared deeply into the brunette's hazel ones;
her gaze signalling a silent question to the cheerleader. A question
which Cordelia had no trouble deciphering the meaning of.

Nervously biting her bottom lip, Cordelia gazed down between her tits
at the large dildo sticking out crudely from the Slayer's crotch,
fucking her tight pussy. The in-and-out motion of the thick strap-on
while it plugged her virgin cunt was almost hypnotic, and one of the
most arousing sights she'd ever seen.

She then knew what she wanted right now... more of Buffy's big cock!
As much as the blonde was able to give her.

"YES!!" With lust-filled eyes she looked up to meet the Slayer's gaze
again. "Do it! Take me, Buffy," the cheerleader urged while folding
her legs around the blonde's waist and pulling her closer. "Take my
cherry and make me yours!" Her words were greeted with a thunderous
applause and loud cheers from the audience, but she didn't care about
that at the moment.

Buffy's eyes lit up. To say that she's happy to comply would be a huge
understatement. Returning her hands to Cordy's hips, she leaned down
to plant a long kiss on the cheerleader's luscious lips. "Ready,
baby?" she whispered.

Cordelia braced herself and let out a little whimper before nodding.

The moment the brunette nodded her assent, Buffy retracted her hips
until the dildo almost left the cheerleader's snatch... Gazing down at
her naked lover, and taking in Cordelia's wet and ready pussy, huge
heaving breasts, and those big beautiful brown eyes which were filled
with lust, she couldn't wait a second longer to claim this beauty as
her own. With one quick thrust, the Slayer drove her cock deep into
Cordy's cunt; not stopping until the silicone dick was buried up to
the hilt inside the cheerleader's tight slot.

Cordelia gasped and grunted as the Slayer's strap-on made short work
of her virginity and blushed when she heard the crowd cheer. She'd
almost forgotten about them, apparently that wasn't vice versa. She
felt her embarrassment return tenfold when the cheers were followed by
a standing ovation. But her feelings of shame quickly faded away when
Buffy began working that big cock in and out of her cunt, and when the
blonde returned her nimble fingers to her tits and her clit she forgot
all about their audience.

Smiling down at the gorgeous, loudly panting and moaning, May Queen,
Buffy pinched one of the cheerleader's erect nipples and gave her clit
a little tweak. Her smile grew bigger when she saw what kinda effect
this had on Cordelia: the brunette cooed with delight and pressed her
heels into Buffy's back while urging the blonde to fuck her harder.

Giving the beautiful cheerleader a good, hard fucking was something
for which Buffy needed no additional encouragement. Lifting her hips
up high, she plunged the phallus deep into her lover's wet and
wide-open cunt, and soon developed a fast, steady fuck-rhythm which
had Cordelia panting with pleasure. With gleaming eyes, the Slayer
watched the brunette's big tits bounce and jiggle back and forth each
time she pounded the silicone prick into Cordelia's wet pussy.

As their fucking grew more intense the crowd started chanting, "In!
Out! In! Out! In! Out!" as if conducting their coupling. Meanwhile,
each thrust of the dildo was also accompanied by Cordelia's loud
grunts. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Suddenly, without any warning, Buffy moved backwards, letting the
strap-on slide out of the cheerleader's cunt with a loud pop.

Opening her eyes in surprise, the dazed brunette gazed up at the
Slayer. "Don't stop!" she protested while giving the blonde a pleading
look.

"I don't intend to," Buffy smirked and smacked the May Queen's behind.
"On your hands and knees," she ordered.

For the first time in her life, Cordelia obeyed without question and
positioned herself on her hands and knees. Moving her thighs apart,
the brunette arched her back -- presenting the blonde behind her with
a great view of her wet and swollen sex.

"Good girl," Buffy muttered, and gave the cheerleader a couple more
spanks on her bare ass. Cordelia shuddered with delight and arched her
back even more. Grabbing a hold of the dildo, Buffy positioned the tip
against the cheerleader's dripping slot and pushed the entire length
into her lover's opening with one quick thrust.

"GOD!!! Yessssss!" Cordelia crooned with delight as Buffy's big cock
seemed to fill her entire being. Impossible though it seemed, her
pleasure grew even more intense when the domineering blonde reached
beneath her to grab both her boobs and started kneading the firm tit
flesh and pinching her rock-hard nipples while fucking her hard from
behind. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!" she cried out each time the
Slayer's strap-on pounded her tight pussy.

The scent of Cordelia's arousal and her cries of pleasure awakened the
predator in Buffy. Letting go of the cheerleader's tits, the Slayer
stroked her left hand down her lover's belly and started diddling
Cordy's clit while using her right hand to spank the brunette's firm
round butt.

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

SMACK!!! "Mmmm!!"

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! "Ahhhh!!"

"You enjoy getting it from behind, on all fours like a bitch, don't
ya, Cordy?" Buffy whispered excitedly into the cheerleader's left ear.

SMACK!! SMACKK!!! "Ohhh! Yessss!!!"

The Slayer smirked. Her little bitch sounded close to cumming. "Good!
'Cause that's what you are: MY bitch! And from now on..." Buffy waved
at the crowd cheering her on, "everyone knows it!"

SMACK!!! "Oh!"

"Now I wanna hear you say it!"

SMACK!!! "Ahhh!"

SMACK!!! "I'm your bitch!"

SMACK!!! "Good!" SMACK!!! "Now use my name!" SMACK!!!

"Ohhhhh!! I-I'm B-Buffy's bitch?"

SMACK!!! "Not bad, Cordy." SMACK!!! "Now say it harder!"

"I'm Buffy's Bitch!"

SMACKK!!!! "HARDER!!"

"I'M BUFFY'S BITCH!!!!" Cordelia Chase cried out as she came in front
of an audience of more then a thousand strangers.

Another standing ovation shook the gym hall.

Still shaking from her orgasm, Cordelia lowered her arms down on the
mat and rested her head on them. With her ass sticking up in the air
like this, Buffy continued to pound her pussy with the same breakneck
speed as before.

Buffy's lips formed a smug smile as she gazed down at Cordelia's
moaning and shuddering form. Taking Cordy's virginity, claiming her,
and making her cum felt freakin' amazing, but doing it front of a
crowd of people made it even better. Fucking the beautiful brunette,
taking her cherry and declaring the cheerleader her bitch in front of
a large audience seemed to make it official somehow, sorta like a
marriage. Just thinking about it made a surge of lust shoot through
her body. This, combined with the sensations coming from the base of
the dildo rubbing against her clit, brought her rapidly closer to her
own orgasm.

Leaning down, she rubbed her hard nipples against Cordy's back while
grabbing a hold of the brunette's big tits again, and really started
giving it to her. Every time she drove the dildo into the
cheerleader's snatch, the end of it pressed into her clit, igniting a
jolt of pleasure in her crotch. 

"Oh Fuckkk! Yesssss..." Buffy blissfully moaned. Wow! What an
incredible feeling... Which isn't referring only to the stimulation of
her clit, but also to the power trip she gets from fucking the bitchy,
beautiful, stuck-up brunette with a big strap-on dildo -- all things
considered, it's pretty similar to the feeling of power she gets from
slaying vamps. Smiling to herself, Buffy pinched and pulled Cordy's
large nipples, bringing forth little grunts of pleasure and pain from
the cheerleader. That managed to turn her on even more. As she
approached her climax, Buffy suddenly spotted some familiar faces in
the crowd, cheering her on.

Willow waved and smiled at her. "Give it to her HARD, Buffy!" she
yelled. "The bitch has it coming to her; she's made me miserable
throughout most of my school years. If anyone needs to get the
stuffing fucked out of them, it's her!"

"Yeah! You go, Buff!" Xander cheered while doing his infamous Snoopy
dance. "I never got past second base with her, and if anyone gets to
pop the Ice Queen's cherry, I'm glad it's you!"

"Buffy?"

The blonde's eyes grew wide when she recognized her mother's voice,
and a second later she spotted her mother standing on the sideline.
"Mom!" she squealed with a definite note of panic in her voice. "What
are you doing here?"

A very stern looking Joyce Summers frowned at her very naked daughter.
"Same as everyone else in this town seems to be doing: watching my
little girl performing a live lesbian sex-act with a classmate in
front of several thousand strangers."

Buffy felt herself blush a bright-red, but despite the embarrassment
of having her mother watch her, she couldn't get herself to stop
fucking Cordelia. "Um... I can explain, mom."

Joyce raised a questioning eyebrow at her daughter.

Looking straight ahead while gnawing on her bottom lip, Buffy tried to
picture the kinda lewd spectacle they must be presenting to her mom
and the rest of their audience. In her mind's eye she saw herself,
naked as the day she was born, fucking an equally naked Cordelia
doggie-style in the middle of the school's gym, cheered on by a crowd
of strangers. 

"Okayyy, I've got nothing," she finally admitted in a defeated tone.
Cringing in advance, Buffy glanced sideways and shot her mother a
covert look to see how, exactly, she's taking this. But to her great
surprise, her mom looked more amused then angry.

"Uh... you're not upset with me, mom?" Buffy asked with a meek, little
voice.

"Welllll," Joyce said with an exaggerated drawl. "You will have one
helluva spanking coming to you when you get home, young lady." Seeing
her daughter's dumbfounded, wide-eyed look, Joyce burst into laughter.
"Oh relax, honey. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm proud that my
little girl has grown into such a beautiful, confident, strong young
woman."

Those words and the dazzling smile her mom send her, brought a glow of
delight to the blonde's face. Smiling back at her mom, Buffy pounded
the dildo into Cordelia's receptive cunt even more vigorously then
before. "So you're not even a little mad about me fucking Cordelia and
making her my bitch?" she questioned between pants, while fondling the
brunette's wildly swinging breasts.

"Not at all, sweetheart." Joyce winked at her daughter. "Maybe being
your slut and getting spanked on a regular basis will teach that
big-titted bitch some manners."

"Ouch!" Buffy giggled. "You tell it, mom!" Her mother's
uncharacteristically lewd remark somehow managed to make her feel even
more aroused (something she didn't think was humanly possible). The
sparks of pleasure the Slayer felt each time the dildo rubbed against
her clit grew closer apart, and as she fucked the former May Queen
faster and faster the numerous pleasure jolts gradually became one
long orgasm.

"That's my girl! Stick it to the bitch!" Buffy heard her mom call out,
triggering one of the biggest orgasms she ever had. "Buffy? Are you
coming?" Joyce then asked, accompanied by a hard pounding sound.


"Buffy? Dinner is ready. Are you coming?"

"FUCK!! YEAH!!!! I'M COMING, MOM!!!!!" Buffy cried out as she came.

"Whoa! Tone it down a notch, honey." Buffy heard her mom say through
the closed bedroom door, sounding a bit put off. "A simple "yes, mom"
would have sufficed," Joyce added before she walked away.

Sitting up in her bed, Buffy wiped the sweat from her brow. Looking a
bit mortified when she recalled what she'd been dreaming, and feeling
very grateful that her mom hadn't opened the door to peek inside her
room. 'Wow! Mucho Bizarro! This one definitely belongs in the Top Ten
of both the Creepiest AND Most Erotic dream category.' The Slayer
giggled to herself. 'I think this is the kinda dream that would've
made Sigmund Freud's head explode.'

After running to the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit, Buffy
quickly got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. Perhaps if her
mind hadn't been occupied with erotic thoughts about Cordelia Chase,
she would have noticed the tall, dark figure sitting in the tree near
her bedroom window.

Wiping his hands clean on some leaves; Angelus stuffed his cock back
inside his pants and zipped up. While he enjoyed the unintentional
show his former lover had just given him, the vampire was less then
pleased by the numerous times she'd called out the cheerleader's name
while friggin' herself.

'Right! That pretty much settles it: she's definitely under the spell
of a Xargos demon, and totally fixated on Cordelia Chase. Which means
that as long as the cheerleader is around, I'll just be another
vampire to Buffy -- one she'll happily stake... Too bad, I'd hoped it
wouldn't be anything more then a crush, or maybe even a simple love
spell; I could've worked with that.'

'Oh, well!' Angelus shrugged. 'Cordy's a bitch, and now she dies.'

"Time to get rid of the competition," the master vampire muttered to
himself as he jumped to the ground and disappeared into the night.

*****

"It was awful! I could see my life flashing before my eyes... and let
me tell ya: I can't believe some of the outfits I used to wear... What
was I thinking?!"

Giles cleared his throat again. This was the sixth time that Cordelia
got sidetracked while telling about her ordeal with Buffy in the
alleyway behind the Bronze. Luckily, most of the time, a polite cough
was sufficient to get the cheerleader to refocus her attentions on her
story.

"Anyhow, after the bottle-blonde bitch beat my behind red and I
apologized to her, she finally let me go and I got the hell outta
there."

"What happened the next day?" Giles questioned.

"That's when she practically jumped me in the girls' locker room,
and... well, you know the rest."

The watcher nodded thoughtfully. Frowning slightly, he folded his
hands together and searched his brain for any kind of spell or
mystical creature that could be responsible for Buffy's current
condition, as well as any sort of magical solution that could turn the
Slayer back to normal. 'The difficulty is finding out HOW she got this
way, once I know that I can start looking for a cure.' He poured
himself another cup of tea and took a sip, hardly noticing that the
beverage had turned cold during Cordelia's lengthy story. 'Maybe it's
another love spell gone wrong... Or perhaps--' His thoughts were
abruptly interrupted by Cordelia's voice, who'd quickly become bored
with watching the librarian think.

"I know it's hard, Giles, but we have to face reality here: Buffy has
finally lost it." The cheerleader put a comforting arm around the
watcher's shoulder. "Now, we both knew this was gonna happen sooner or
later -- I, personally, was betting on sooner... I mean, all the signs
were there: violent and erratic behaviour, repeated lapses in her
judgement and fashion sense... It all indicated the same thing: this
girl is ready to crack at any moment!"

Giles stared blankly at the cheerleader. 'I think I feel a headache
coming on.'

The brunette didn't notice the watcher's blank stare, or simply
ignored it as she went on, "So we all knew that eventually Buffy would
become a permanent resident of Sunnydale Mental Hospital... It's hard
to accept, I know. Believe me, Giles. Deep inside," Cordelia tapped
herself on the chest, "I'm hurting as bad as you are... But look at
the bright side!" Cordelia gave the librarian an encouraging smile.
"Macy's stated that outfits with belt buckles are going to be in this
year, so when Buffy is wearing that straightjacket she'll finally be
up-to-date fashion-wise... And at the very least you'll finally have
some good ideas on what to get her for her birthday: a free
subscription to MAD magazine; a coupon for a fulfilled hour of
electroshock therapy; a family-sized bottle of valiums; or, if you're
in a bind, maybe a few dozen rolls of rubber wallpaper." 

The watcher removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose
again. 'Make that a full-grown migraine...'

He halted any further commentaries from the cheerleader by raising a
hand. "I need you to think closely, Cordelia... When this all started.
Was there anything out of the ordinary you noticed about Buffy?
Anything besides her strange behaviour?"

"Let's see... I noticed that her choice of outfit was extremely poor
taste. Even for Buffy's standards it was--"

"Yes, yes!" Giles quickly interrupted, fearing another lengthy lecture
about the Do's and Don'ts of fashion. "Anything besides her fashion
sense you could tell me about?"

"Well... I also noticed that she was covered with some icky green
slime," the cheerleader suddenly recalled, shuddering at the memory.
"That's a bit out of the ordinary, even for Buffy, isn't it?"

"Yes, I believe it is," Giles dryly responded. "You are sure about
this? It's a green slime she was covered with?"

"Hey! It's pretty hard to be wrong about something like that,"
Cordelia replied, sounding a bit miffed. "It wasn't like she used the
wrong brand of moisturizer. No, her clothes and skin were covered with
a bright-green glowing goo!"

"It glowed?!" Giles exclaimed, looking up in shock.

"Yes. I haven't seen a spectacle like that since Harmony went to a new
hairstylist and came back looking like one of the Supremes."

The watcher stared open-mouthed at the brunette, before abruptly
turning around and walking into the book cage.

"Hey! Rude much?!"

"I believe I know the cause of Buffy's weird behaviour!" the watcher
called excitedly from the cage.

"Her weird behaviour for the last two years, or just the last two
weeks?" Cordelia called back.

Giles came out of the cage, carrying a large leather-bound book, and
shot the cheerleader a dirty look. "Buffy told me she had an encounter
with a large green, slimy demon... unfortunately that describes about
50% of the entire demon species. What she didn't tell me was that the
demon sprayed her with slime!"

"Um, why wouldn't she tell you that?" Cordelia asked. "That sounds to
me like a pretty important detail."

"Quite so..." After thinking for a moment, Giles continued, "I'm not
sure why she didn't tell me that... Maybe it just slipped her mind, or
perhaps she was embarrassed... It could, however, be somehow related
to the effect that the slime is having on her."

"And how does this slime affect her exactly?" the cheerleader
questioned. "Besides turning her into a dominating, Cordelia-obsessed
bitch with lesbian tendencies."

Sighing in exasperation, Giles opened the book and started leafing
through it. "That's what I'm about to find out... Ah! Here's the
chapter I'm looking for."


CHAPTER XXVIII - Xargos Demon


The Xargos demon is the only sentient inhabitant of the Xargos
dimension (from which it gets its name) and is entirely composed of
slime.

This creature is very rare in our dimension and the combined sightings
of this demon on the earthly plane can be counted on two hands.
However, each of these sightings has made a great impact (especially
on those whom the demon came in contact with).

A Xargos demon wields great strength in its frightening body, and
despite its plumb and ungainly appearance it has much greater speed
then an ordinary human. If you are unlucky enough to encounter one of
these fierce creatures, and you are unable to escape, then know that
the only sure way to kill a Xargos demon is to cut off its head and
burn both head AND body. If either the head or body remains intact for
an extended period of time then the demon is able to grow a new
head/body. Which means that cutting of its head, and neglecting to do
anything with the body parts, could possibly result in having to deal
with TWO Xargos demons at a later time.

A warning to those trying to chop the Xargos demon to pieces: beware
the slime that spews from its mouth!

An important fact about the Demon is that it has the ability to spit
out a slime that works as a destructive acid against most other
species of demons... the effect it has on humans is quite different
however: Strangely enough, it is reported to have an effect somewhat
similar to that of a powerful love potion/spell, but WITH the added
effect that the infected person's strength and agility will be
gradually increased to several times that of a normal human. And
unlike a love potion/spell the effect of the slime is practically
irreversible.*

Several documents recounting the effects of the slime on the "victims"
of the Xargos demon describe their behaviour thusly: Once infected
with the slime of the demon, the subject will appear normal right up
until the point that he/she encounters the very first person that
he/she has strong feelings for. Once that happens, these feelings
(even those deeply hidden) will begin to surface until they are
released in their full uninhibited intensity... and the stronger these
feelings get the more the infected person will be compelled to act on
them. 

In the few documented cases these feelings usually consisted of a very
strong dislike/hatred or of a very strong attraction/love. However,
whether it is hate or love that the victim of the slime is feeling,
once he/she has had physical contact with the focus of their feelings
then these feelings will stay strong and guide his/hers actions until
one of them dies.

BEWARE: The infected person's increased strength combined with his or
hers obsessive behaviour can create extremely dangerous situations.
Such a person should be handled with great care while searching for an
antidote!*


*See for the ONLY known antidote: "Magister Montro Mentalla's Magical
Antidotes, Volume IV"


"Damn, that thing is ugly!" Cordelia muttered while peering over the
watcher's shoulder at the picture of the demon. "If anyone ever needed
an emergency visit from the Avon lady, it's him." The cheerleader
shook her head in disgust. "So where's this "Magister
something-something Magical Antidotes, Volume IV" book that's
mentioned here?"

"I have no idea," Giles replied, deep in thought. "Unfortunately, I
only have the volumes one, two and three."

Looking at the watcher, Cordelia raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"Why, what happened? Forgot to pay your membership fee to the Creepy
and Obscure book-of-the-month club?"

*****

'Maybe I was a bit too hard on her,' Buffy thought to herself for the
67th time in the last 15 minutes. After diner she'd gone back to her
room to think some more about Cordelia Chase, and what her next step
should be with her somewhat reluctant lover. 'Okay, so my pet
cheerleader needed an attitude adjustment, but I could have easily
settled for another bare-bottomed spanking instead of whipping that
amazing ass of hers raw.' 

Throwing Mr. Gordo in the air, Buffy watched the stuffed pig twirl
around a few times before its nose touched the slightly discoloured
spot on the ceiling she was aiming for, and then drop down into her
arms again. 'Sure, Cordy can be a real bitch, but let's be honest here
-- so can I... And she's been very cool about the lesbian thing
between us, which is pretty damn new to us both; she deserves some
consideration points just for that.'

Parking Mr. Gordo on her belly, the Slayer stretched her arms above
her head and sighed. 'Besides, if I'm gonna be totally honest here
then I also have to admit that Cordy was sorta entitled to be pissed
off about me ending it with her and Michael. After all, I never
actually told her that I wanted anything more then just sex from her,
so it shouldn't have come as a big shocker that Miss May Queen figured
she was free to go out with Michael and let him sample her goodies...'

Sitting up so quickly that Mr. Gordo got catapulted to the other side
of the room, she said to herself, "Let's face it, Buffy: You're gonna
have to find a way to make it up to her."

The blonde pursed her lips and considered what to do... 'I know! I
just need to make her see that the end of her relationship with
Michael is actually the beginning of something much better: a real
relationship between the two of us. Not just sex. And the best way to
show her that I mean business is to take her out on a date: dinner,
movie, dancing, the whole enchilada!' 

Happy with her decision and the prospect of taking the beautiful
brunette out on a date, Buffy bounced over to the phone and reserved a
table for two on eight o'clock, Saturday evening in Sunnydale's finest
restaurant. In any other town, calling one day in advance would
probably have been too short notice to get dinner reservations in a
quality restaurant, but due to Sunnydale's high mortality rate and its
citizen's lack of enthusiasm to go out after dark, there was still a
table available. Who knew that living in the murder capital of the
U.S.A. had benefits besides cheap housing?

After making the dinner reservation, Buffy dialled Cordy's number to
inform her of their plans. She frowned when no-one picked up. Cordelia
isn't the kinda gal who lets her phone ring repeatedly without rushing
to pick it up. So no answer could only mean that the cheerleader was
out. The question is: where? Unfortunately, she didn't have Cordy's
mobile number, which would have made finding out a whole lot easier.

'She wouldn't dare to keep her date with Michael, would she?' The
blonde considered this for a moment, before shaking her head. 'Nah,
not even Cordy would have the nerve for that... and even if SHE did,
I'm pretty sure Michael doesn't.'

The Slayer perked up when the obvious answer occurred to her. 'I know!
She's probably out bronzing. It's not like there's much else to do in
this town.'

After changing into one of her most seductive outfits, Buffy headed
out for the Bronze. As her pace quickened into a fast jog, the blonde
kept herself busy by mentally planning out her date with Cordy. Buffy
felt sure that if she shows the cheerleader a really good time on
their date she'll become a lot more affectionate. Her lips curled into
a wicked smile as she pictured how "affectionate" Cordelia might be
after a great date together.

The blonde Slayer felt as if her life was finally coming together.
'It's incredible how much difference it makes to have someone to love
in your life. I can really see a future for Cordy and me... Sure, she
might need a little convincing now and then to show her that I'm
perfect for her. And God knows that girl needs a strong hand more then
anyone else on this planet... but considering that I'm more then happy
to provide Cordelia with all the discipline she needs, that's not a
problem.'

Buffy grinned to herself. 'Nope, that's REALLY not a problem, since
Cordy enjoys getting her butt tanned about as much as I enjoy giving
it to her... Yup, we're perfect for each other..." The Slayer shook
her head in amazement. 'Whoa... I'm really starting to fall for her.
There's just so much about her I love. Besides the obvious, like her
incredible beauty and body, there's her quick wit, her loyalty, her
stubbornness and her intelligence... She isn't just the
one-dimensional, ditzy, fashion-obsessed valleygirl a lot of people
take her to be.'

*****

"... So after headbutting her, I kicked that blonde bitch in the shins
and ran off," Cordelia triumphantly finished her story. "And that's
how I managed to purchase this beautiful, black silk number from the
March Madness Sale at Sax's."

After pouring another generous splurge of scotch into his tea, Giles
made to put away the silver flacon. Looking at the cheerleader he
promptly changed his mind and took a long swallow from the flask
before putting it aside. 'That's better!' he considered, feeling
somewhat strengthened. "That was a... fascinating tale, Cordelia.
However, I fail to see the relevance it has to our current situation."

The cheerleader shrugged. "I just thought I'd brighten the mood a bit,
since our research is getting us nowhere."

Giles sighed. 'I'm sure that deep down she means well,' he told
himself again. Putting as much reassurance in his voice as he could,
he said, "I'm sure we'll find a way to cure Buffy eventually... it's
just going to take a little time."

Cordelia silently contemplated the watcher's words. Wondering if a
cure still existed, and in case it does: will Giles be able to find
it? 'Probably, Giles is great at figuring out stuff like this. Knowing
him he'll have Buffy back to normal before the end of next week.'
Surprisingly, this didn't cheer her up the way she thought it would.
'I wonder what she'll be like after she gets cured...Will she remember
what happened between us, or is she gonna go all amnesia-girl like
Xander after his little stint with hyena-possession. And what if she
remembers... Will that really change anything between us, besides the
obvious awkwardness we're gonna feel towards each other, or will we
just go back to ignoring one another like nothing happened -- the
Sunnydale way of dealing with things?' Cordelia frowned. 'And which
would I prefer? A Buffy who dislikes and ignores me, or a Buffy who...
loves me...?' 

"Ugh!!" The cheerleader threw her hands up in disgust. "All this
thinking and worrying is gonna give me wrinkles!" she exclaimed. She
then noticed Giles staring at her. "Uh... sorry, did you say
something?"

"I just said that research will go a lot quicker if the others help
out; especially Willow is good at finding things out with that
contraption of hers."

"Nuh-uh!" Cordelia quickly nixed that idea. "I don't want any of the
others to know about my little "situation" with Buffy."

"Really, Cordelia," Giles said, sounding somewhat exasperated. "I
understand that this is a rather awkward situation for you, but it's
of the utmost importance that we find a solution as soon as possible."

"I'm very much aware of that," the cheerleader coolly replied.
"Believe me: if anyone wants to find a quick solution to this mess
it's ME! You think I enjoy being Buffy's little sex-slave?!" she
questioned irately. 'Yes, I do.' a nagging, little voice inside her
head said. 'SHUT UP!' Cordelia told that little voice.

"Please." Giles held out a calming hand. "I'm not implying anything
except that we could really use the others' help while searching for a
way to cure Buffy. And I'm sure that Xander, Willow and Oz will use
the utmost discretion concerning your... newly formed relationship
with Buffy."

For a long moment, Cordelia considered the watcher's words then
stubbornly shook her head. "Aren't you, like, the number one watcher
guy in the world who knows all these old languages and ancient texts,
and who's got thousands of musty old books about demons, which you've
practically got memorized? Isn't that why they choose you to be
Buffy's watcher? So I really don't see why we need the others.
Somehow, I can't picture Oz's research skills and Xander's
donut-fetching skills unlocking the secret to Buffy's cure, and I
seriously doubt that Willow is gonna find an antidote for Xargos demon
slime lying around on the internet." The brunette took a deep breath
and continued, "Besides, I remember you telling Buffy that in the good
old days, Slayers weren't allowed to have friends because it
distracted them from their calling. So normally you'd have to do the
research job on your own anyway." Feeling she'd got her point across,
Cordelia issued the librarian a triumphant look.

Giles smiled slightly. "Good point, well put," he acknowledged, "but
these aren't normal circumstances, and--"

"No, because under normal circumstances, I would have already had
Psycho-blonde thrown in a reformatory, where she belongs, and I'd be
telling my story on Sally Jessie right about now," Cordelia commented.

Rubbing his temples, Giles let out another deep sigh. "What I'm trying
to say is that under normal circumstances this could already be
considered a dangerous situation, but with a Slayer involved..." The
watched shuddered a little. "Let's just say that things could get
really bad. We need to get the others involved. Not just to help with
researching a cure, but also so they're forewarned about Buffy."

Cordelia made a face. "Well, I'd still prefer it if we kept the
Scoobies out of this. It's bad enough that I had to tell you; I really
don't want anyone else to know that I'm Buffy's bitch and are required
to service her slit on a daily basis."

*****

The second she entered the Bronze, Buffy went on the lookout for
Cordelia. However, after wasting several minutes trying to find the
cheerleader in the throng of people, she became aware that even with
her enhanced eyesight it was difficult to spot a particular person in
the dark and crowded club. 

Considering what to do, the Slayer finally decided that the quickest
and easiest way to search the busy nightclub was from above. So she
swiftly climbed the catwalk and started pacing back and forth while
gazing down into the crowd.

Buffy right away detected Xander, Willow and Oz sitting at their usual
table but Cordelia wasn't with them -- not that she'd expected the
cheerleader to sit with her friends, of course, but it would have been
nice if she did. After looking around some more, she suddenly spotted
the cheerleading squad, sitting together like they usually do. Her
heartbeat increased as she checked out the cheerleaders' individual
faces while searching for the familiar features of her lover...
Disappointment flooded her system when she failed to detect her
beloved brunette among the group of girls. Squinting her eyes she
tried to get a better look, but eventually had to admit to herself
that Cordelia just wasn't there.

After pouting for a while, the blonde eventually came to the
conclusion that she's not going to find Cordy standing way up here.
Climbing back down again, Buffy hesitated for a moment before heading
over to the cheerleader's table, which she considered to be the most
likely place to find out about Cordy's whereabouts; unfortunately it
was also the place where she least of all wanted to be. In fact, she'd
rather face a pack of rabid vampires then this particular pack of
cheerleaders. 'Oh well, the things you do for love...'

As she got closer, Buffy noticed that the cheerleaders and their dates
were excitedly talking among each other. 'Looks like the hens have
found some new tasty bit of gossip to cackle about,' she thought
amused. 'Mmmm... they seem really into it, so it must be good. I
wonder which unfortunate person's reputation is being ripped to shreds
right now.' Buffy tried using her slayer-hearing to listen in on their
conversation but the loud music made that impossible. 

When she neared the Alpha girls' table, one of them saw her coming
their way and elbowed the girl next to her, urgently whispering and
pointing in her direction; the other girl repeated this with the girl
sitting next to her, and so on... Soon most of the cheerleaders where
either staring at her or busy whispering with each other. 

'What's their problem?!' Buffy thought irritably. When she finally
reached their table all the cheerleaders had stopped talking
(something she'd always considered to be physically impossible) and
were staring at her with smug smiles on their faces.

With an increasing sense of suspiciousness and dread, Buffy glanced
around the table at the circle of self-satisfied faces pointed her
way. The Slayer waited for someone to speak... but when almost a
minute passed without anyone saying a word, she quickly got tired of
playing mute. "Hey..." she shot the cheerleaders her brightest smile,
"have any of you girls seen Cordy around?"

Buffy's smile faltered a bit when her question was met with total
silence. "Or have any idea where she could be right now?" she tried
again.

This time her question was greeted by several giggles and snickering
from the group of girls. Any trace of a smile on Buffy's face was now
gone. Clenching her fists at her side, the Slayer resisted the almost
overpowering urge to slap the superior looks of those smug bitches'
faces. "Is there something funny I'm missing here?" she asked through
clenched teeth.

The cheerleaders glanced at each other, looking like they were
desperately trying not to laugh.

"Hey, Buffy!" Harmony suddenly called out. "You think you could maybe
sing all verses of The Star Spangled Banner for us? Then we might tell
you were you can find Cordy."

Buffy looked on with astonishment as the entire group burst into
laughter at that very lame joke. 'What the fuck?! Is THAT suppose to
be funny?!'

"Does this mean that you don't want to tell me where Cordelia is?" The
Slayer watched stoically as the cheerleaders and their dates started
laughing even harder... for about fifteen seconds, then she was pretty
much fed-up with it.

Unclenching her fists, she grabbed the underside of the table and
lifted it up: spilling the numerous drinks and bows of pretzels that
littered the table onto the cheerleader's dresses and into the laps of
their dates.

A satisfied smile appeared on the blonde's lips when the cheerleaders
& jocks annoying laughter turned into cries of dismay accompanied by
several loud curses. "There ya go! Not so funny now, is it?!"

Letting the table drop back to the floor with a loud, resounding
thump, Buffy looked around triumphantly while casually wiping her
hands. The Slayer then searched around the table, glancing at the
several shocked faces staring back at her until she spotted Harmony.

Reaching over and grabbing the front of Harmony's outfit, she pulled
the blonde cheerleader towards her and slowly lifted her off her feet.
"Now, let's try this again: Where's Cordelia?"

"Hey! Listen up, you blonde freakshow..." Harmony's date, a big burly
football player, had overcome his initial shock and stomped over to
her in the most threatening manner he could manage. "I don't know what
the fuck you're on, but if you don't get your hands off my date right
now, I will--"

"No, I will," Buffy calmly replied while directing her left fist into
the football player's face, knocking him back unconscious into his
seat. With a jovial smile on her face, Buffy once again turned her
attentions to Harmony and shook the blonde back and forth a bit.
"Cordelia. Where... is... she?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!" Harmony squeaked. "Last time I spoke with her she
called me from her house."

Buffy issued the blonde a suspicious look. "When was that?"

"A-About three hours ago!" the cheerleader gasped.

'That must have been right after I left,' Buffy concluded. Glancing up
at Harmony, she shook her a bit more for good measure. "And what did
you two talk about exactly?"

"N-Nothing much... about clothes and school... the usual."

"Don't - Fucking - Lie - To - ME!" Buffy bit out, shaking the blonde
back and forth with every word.

"SHE SAID YOU TOOK YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN GYM AND SANG ALL VERSES OF THE
STAR SPANGLED BANNER!!!" Harmony hurriedly called out.

"WHAT?!!"

'That fucking BITCH!!'

With effort, Buffy managed to push down the anger she could feel
boiling up inside her.

"Ohhhhh! NOW I get your little Star Spangled Banner joke!!" Buffy
dropped Harmony back in her seat. "Ha! Ha! Very funny!" She shot a
penetrating glare at the each of the cowering cheerleaders. "If I hear
any of you repeat that bogus rumour, your daddy's gonna have to pay
for a SECOND nose-job! Got that?!"

The cheerleaders and their dates collectively nodded their agreement.
They looked like they're considering ducking beneath the table for
cover, and would have, if Buffy hadn't just demonstrated why that
isn't such a good idea.

"Um, Buffy?"

The moment she heard someone behind her say her name, the Slayer
twirled around and raised her fists. She relaxed somewhat when she saw
Willow, Oz and Xander standing there.

"Hey, guys!" she cheerfully greeted them; as if nothing out of the
ordinary was going on and she hadn't just turned over a table on a
flock of cheerleaders.

The three Scoobies tentatively smiled at the Slayer... or at least two
of them did: Oz more looked like he's watching some TV-show he isn't
particularly interested in.

Willow followed up by giving the blonde an awkward, little wave. "Hi,
Buffy!"

"Buffster!" Xander cheerfully called out while casually stepping
behind Willow, getting ready to use the redhead as a human shield in
case Buffy felt like throwing a couple more punches.

"Hey," Oz said. Nodding at the dishevelled cheerleading squad, he
questioned, "What's up with the slightly rumpled Alpha girls?"

Buffy glanced behind her, then shrugged. "Oh... nothing much. We got
into a little argument, so I turned the table on them."

"Don't you mean: turned the tables?" Willow corrected.

"No."

"Oh!" the redhead said, her eyes widening as she stared at the large
wooden table.

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Xander glanced around him and suddenly
noticed that half the people in the Bronze were watching them. "Okay,
not that I don't enjoy watching a good catfight," he said. "But does
anybody else notice that we... well, mostly Buffy, are drawing more
attention then the band. Sure, the band pretty much sucks, but
still..."  

Oz calmly looked around and nodded. "If I remember correctly: club
rules are that after you turn over a table and punch someone out, it's
time to finish your drink and call it a night."

The Scooby Gang quickly made their way to the exit, and got into Oz's
van.

Driving away, Oz first headed for Buffy's house since her place is
closest by. Glancing to his right, he saw that the Slayer was quietly
staring out the window. "Did I hear you say you were looking for
Cordelia?" he asked conversationally.

The second Cordelia's name was mentioned, the blonde seemed to undergo
an immediate transformation. She suddenly perked up and looked at him
expectantly. "Yes, I am!" Buffy said excitedly, "Any idea where she
is?"

Oz shrugged. "Devon mentioned earlier at the Bronze that he saw her
car in the school's parking lot. So I guess it's possible that--"

"Stop the car!" Buffy called out without even waiting for Oz to finish
his sentence.

Raising an eyebrow, the young werewolf showed some mild surprise at
the Slayer's request but stepped on the break without any questions.

Before the van came to a complete halt, Buffy had already stepped
outside and closed the door behind her. "Thanks for the ride, Oz! I'll
walk the rest of the way," she called through the open car window, and
then waved goodbye at Willow and Xander. "'Night, guys! I'll see you
tomorrow."

About two seconds later, the Slayer disappeared into the darkness
while the two passengers of the van gawked after her (Oz meanwhile
checked his fuel gauge and considered refilling his tank tomorrow). 

"Okay, this is getting beyond weird!" Xander called out while staring
in the general direction the Slayer had gone. "I can think of only one
logical reason why Buffy keeps ditching us for Cordelia: She must have
some kind of secret desire to be with Cordy... and become an honorary
member of the Cordettes. We should tell Giles about this and ask him
to put an end to this madness." He looked at the other occupants of
the van for support.

Oz merely shrugged while Willow nodded fervidly. "I suggest we speak
to Giles first thing in the morning," she said. "Maybe he's got a clue
about what's going on with Buffy."

"My guess?" Xander speculated, "MAJOR case of PMS."

*****

It was already way past midnight when Cordelia left the library behind
her and headed for the students parking lot. The cheerleader wasn't in
the best of moods. Eventually, after Giles pointed out what could
happen if, for example, Xander would to make some kinda sexual advance
at her with Buffy present, she'd finally given up and gave the watcher
her consent to fill the others in.

'So by tomorrow the entire Scooby gang will be in the know about me
and Buffy. That's just great! Just when I thought dating Xander Harris
would be my absolute low point of High school humiliation, it seems I
have yet to hit rock bottom.'

"Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly, angrily kicking an empty soda-can away.
This just showed how distressed she felt. Because under normal
circumstances, she would never have risked damaging her expensive
Gucci shoes with such a pointless act. 'Could my life possibly get
anymore fucked up then this?!'

Of course, it's never a good idea to ask yourself that question...
especially when you're living in Sunnydale.

"Why so upset, Cordelia?" a honey-sweet and eerily familiar voice
behind her suddenly inquired. "Has Versace announced that they're only
going to be producing men's wear from now on?"

Her blood seemed to turn to ice as she recognized to whom that voice
belonged. And ice instead of blood would not be so bad right about
now, because that voice belongs to Angel. Or rather his evil
counterpart: Angelus.


To be continued in Chapter 10

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