The Retribution of Cordelia Chase
by Red
Conclusion
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Angel's face was wet with tears. What he had just witnessed had destroyed him. Willow, sweet, innocent, beautiful Willow had broken his heart. She had been overtaken by the dark magics and had taken Buffy with her. His Buffy. He growled in a combination of anger and pain. How could he have let this happen?
Putting his head in his hands, he wept as he had never wept before.
" Enjoy the show? "
Willow's voice startled him and he looked up with a jerk.
" Ah, he's all weepy, " Buffy said, resting her head on the usally redhead's shoulder. " Maybe he wanted to be the one to give Cordy her due. "
" Buffy..Willow..." His voice was shaky and he stood up. " Please, it's not too late. I can help you- "
"Help us? " Willow laughed and Buffy joined her. " Angel, Angel, Angel, please. You can barely help yourself, much less anyone else. Look at poor Cordy. " She gestured to the wall of glass behind the vampire.
He slowly turned, his insides trembling at the sight of the naked blonde in chains, tears falling from her red eyes.
" Help the helpless? " Willow went on. " Look at her, Angel. Look at her! "
Morphing into vamp face, he growled, whirled around and lunged at them, stopping suddenly when he saw the old, redheaded Willow and the Buffy he knew standing in front of him. He froze, human face returning.
" Buffy? Willow? "
" Last time we checked, " Willow replied, smiling a perfect Willow smile.
" Angel, what's wrong? " Buffy asked, giving him a concerned look.
He turned back to the wall of glass and found the dance floor of the Bronze. It was covered with Sunnydale teens, Xander and Cordelia in the midst of them, dancing their hearts out.
" What the..? " he muttered, his brown eyes looking around the room.
" I told you vampires could get drunk, " Willow said, looking at Buffy. Then, taking his arm, she added, " No more beer for you, mister. One is definitely your limit. "
She led him over to one of the sofas and sat him down. Buffy took a seat next to him, placing an arm around him.
" Honey, maybe ya ought to stick with American, " she suggested. " That Canadian stuff is way strong. "
" She's right, " Willow agreed. " This one time, at band camp, I had a few cans and, well, let's just say that shortly thereafter, I gave up the flute. "
The brooding vamp stared at them for a few minutes, then sighed.
" It was a dream, " he said, in a voice barely above a whisper. " It was nothing but a horrible dream. "
" Angel! Please!!!!! "
Cordelia's cry echoed through the air and he looked toward the dance floor. There hung the ex cheerleader, naked in chains, sobbing her heart out. Hearing familiar laughter, he turned back to Buffy and Willow. The Slayer was once again draped over the dark haired witch, laughing as she looked at him.
" Angel the hero, " Willow purred, her black eyes locked into his browns. " You threw away the best thing you ever had. Buffy loved you with a love few ever know. She gave up so much for you, risked everything for you. And what do you do? Leave her! "
" It was the right thing to do, she knows that, you know that, " he barked, his calmness slipping away. " Is that what this is all about? Huh? You hurt Cordy because I left? "
" So get over yourself, " Buffy replied, glaring at him. " Cordy got what was long due to her. She made my Willow's life miserable for years. She's a bitchy little brat who got what she deserved. "
Angel watched as the woman he still loved slowly licked Willow's neck.
" You still love her, I know, " Willow said, moaning lowly as Buffy nibbled gently. " Thing is, she doesn't love you anymore, do you, baby? "
Buffy looked up just enough to meet Angel's stare.
" I love Willow. She's the only one I want kissing me, touching me, fucking me. " She paused long enough to place a hard kiss on Willow's lips, then continued. " She's the only one who knows how to fuck me. She knows just what I need and she gives it to me, just the way I like it. "
Willow slipped a hand between the Slayer's thighs and pinched, prompting Buffy to gasp and cry out.
" Oh goddess, Willow, fuck me now, please, I need it! "
Angel took a step toward them and reached out. Suddenly, he was in the hotel lobby, alone. He looked around the room.
" Willow? Buffy? "
" Angel? "
Turning around, he found a clothed Cordelia standing on the bottom step. He rushed over to her.
" Are you alright? " he asked, gently brushing a hand across her cheek.
" I don't know, " she replied. " I mean, I was chained in a room and Willow was.. " She shivered at the memory.
" I know, I saw it. They made me watch. Cordy, we need to get you to a doctor. "
" No, I'm ok. " She felt her jean clad backside and furrowed a brow. " I don't hurt. I should, right, cause, psycho evil Willow the magic dominatrix and all, but..well... I feel ok. " She unzipped her jeans, eased them down a tad and turned around. " Well? " she inquired.
Angel examined her pale flesh.
" Not a mark on you, " he said, furrowing a brow of his own.
" So, what, we're dreaming? Because if we are, let me tell you, I want Brad Pitt back. This is so not my idea of nocturnal filmage. "
" It's no dream, " Angel muttered, picking up a sheet of paper off of the floor..
" What's that? "
" A note, from Willow. "
" What does it say? "
" The past is just that. Life is for living. We are. You should, too.
W&B"
Cordelia frowned. " So, that whole, torturing me thing was what? "
" A lesson. " He sighed deeply. " For both of us. "
They looked at each other, neither saying a word. Then, Cordelia reached out, took Angel's hand and pulled him to her. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed.
" This place just keeps getting freakier. "
They broke the kiss and looked up to see Gunn and Fred coming down the stairs, smiles on their faces.
" We're really going to Vegas? " Dawn quipped.
" Yes, Dawn, but you will not be gambling, " Anya replied.
" Why not? "
" Too young, Dawnster, " Xander answered, reaching over and patting her knee. " But don't worry. There's plenty else to do. "
" Yes, " Anya agreed. " I want to see Wayne Newton. I have an extra pair of underwear to throw on stage. "
" Huh? " the young Summers mumbled.
" Ignore her, Dawnanator. I hear,that there's this place, that has a steak buffet for a mere $3.99. Dessert included. "
" Sundae bar? " Dawn hopefully inquired
" Complete with all the toppings! "
" Hot fudge? " Anya asked.
" Hot and cold. "
They squeald with delight and hugged each other.
" Okay, calm down, " he purred, giving them a smile. " We don't wanna wake up the sleeping beauties. "
He glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled at the sight of his redheaded best friend sleeping in the arms of his blonde best friend.