To Be Queen/King
Title: To Be Queen/King
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: pre-Spike/Cordelia, past Xander/Cordelia, mentioned Spike/Drusilla, Angel/Buffy, and Xander/Willow
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: Fan-FlashWorks 262: Hungry and Nekid Spike: Mini Nekid Guest: Cordelia, Harlot's Choice Prompt: Shadows, and Prompt Cards: "What Do You Mean I Need A New Look?"
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 1,922
Date Written: 5 May 2019
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
She used to love coming to this club. She used to be the Queen here just as she had been at school, ruling the hallways, the dance floor, and all who saw her. All who had witnessed her beauty had wanted her, giving them, rather they’d understood it or not, power over them. She really had ruled them all. And then she’d made a mistake. A single mistake had cost her everything, and his name was Xander Harris.
Cordelia glowered over at the table where the Slayer and her little friends sat. How she loathed that man now! Actually, he wasn’t a man, she corrected herself. No man would dare cast Cordelia Chase away as though she was nothing, especially not for some nerdy, little girl in flowers! She snarled silently at the way Willow was dressed. The girl would not have known fashion if it had been bit her in the butt.
Yet he’d chosen her over her! There was no wonder that her so-called friends, who she’d always known were not really her friends, were making fun of her nonstop. Even now, they were at a table further up front, casting glances back at her and tittering behind their hands with their perfect makeup. Cordelia glanced down at her own hands. She was far past due a manicure. Thanks, Dad, she thought bleakly. Of all times for her to lose her money, now was definitely the worst possible time!
She couldn’t even afford a drink, she thought, but the shy, little waiter had not yet realized that she had fallen from grace. He went to another school, or perhaps homeschooled, and he was too dumb to realize that she was sitting by herself not because she chose to do so but because all the popular girls no longer wanted her around. No one wanted her around -- not the popular girls, not the hunks, not the unpopular kids, not even Buffy and her precious, little Scoobies. She’d sacrificed everything and had nothing to show for it.
She sniffed disdainfully but then brightened and smiled her thousand-watt smile as the waiter came by. He nodded to her and hurried away to get her another drink, a drink he’d be paying for at the end of the night out of his tips. She knew how to slip out on a guy unnoticed. If only, she reflected remorsefully, she could figure out how to slip in and out of the whole human species unnoticed!
Perhaps it was in part, she thought, because she was human. Maybe there was something about all these hunky Vampires and the power they promised. She knew some of the cheerleaders had chosen to become meals, just as the Slayer herself was dating an undead hunk. Cordelia caught movement in the shadows and raised her head ever so slightly to follow the subtle movements not too far from the Slayer’s table.
Mmm. Hello, salty goodness! The guy wasn’t like the Slayer’s latest, loser boyfriend, but it was clear, from his castback clothing and the way he was slinking through the shadows and eyeing her table, that he was a Vampire. He looked like a reject from one of those old rocker videos -- What was his name? she wondered. Billy something, or Willy? Or was it Idol something? Maybe he was even one of those who thought he could get away with only one name.
She should be able to get away with one name. She had gotten away with one name. Everyone had known the name of Cordelia Chase. All the uncool kids had cowered whenever they’d thought she was approaching while all the ones who ached to be cool had done anything they could to earn her favor. She had been a true Queen.
Perhaps, she thought, hunger and desire filling her for something beyond what any mere mortal could now give her, she could be a true Queen again. She had never wanted to settle for Sunnydale High. She’d always been ambitious and had believed that her calling awaited her not in this sleepy, little town but in Hollywood. She deserved to have her name up in lights; she was far more beautiful and talented than any of the actresses out there now, or any of those who had come before the current slew.
She deserved to be Queen, and not just of some boring, old high school or even a single town. She was beautiful enough, classy enough. All others paled in comparison to her! She’d already sacrificed everything else she possessed, and all for what?! So that she could become the one everybody else, including the rejects, made fun of?! So that she could be the one who slunk and hid in the shadows, hoping to not be noticed?!
No, she was Cordelia Chase, damn it! She was Queen C! She deserved to rule! She pushed back her chair, gathered everything that was left of her beauty, confidence, and sheer power to her and sashayed through the club. She moved like a jungle cat, her hazel eyes already focused on her prey. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it this night! She was going to get everything she’d ever wanted, and no one was going to stop her!
She noticed guys looking at her. Even Xander almost bit her tongue when she swept by the Slayer’s table. Willow pouted and poked at him, but Cordelia had no time left to waste on him. She had nothing left to waste on him. She was finally going to get everything she wanted, and he could give her nothing, nothing but heartache and headache and the loss of everything she’d ever held dear.
Never again, she swore. Never again, after tonight, would she bow to any man! Never again would she lose anything! She’d lose her mortal life this night. Actually, she wouldn’t lose it. She was about to give it away, but in so doing, she’d gain everything else she wanted. She’d have her power back again, a hundred times stronger than it had ever been before, and all would bow down to her. All would worship Queen C, just as they had before and just as they never should have stopped doing.
She sauntered straight to the bar, no longer caring about the other whispers she heard. Soon she’d have them all bowing down to her, and if anyone dared speak badly of her again, she’d have their tongue removed. She adjusted her blouse just before she stepped up next to the blonde stranger in the big, black trench coat that seemed to dwarf him. What was it about the undead and their trench coats any way? This guy needed a serious fashion adjustment, and she was just the one to give it to him. She was just the one to give that to him, and so very much more.
Out of the corner of her hazel eyes, she saw the way he looked down at her, down into her cleavage, down at her still perfectly formed and tanned breasts. “Any one ever tell you you look like you just stepped out of an eighties rock video?”
The Vampire blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” he snarled. “What’s wrong with my look?”
“Nothing.” She smiled up at him. “Except you don’t have me on your arm.”
“That could be arranged.” He growled, and she felt the hairs rise on the nape of her neck.
“Oh, yeah, it definitely could be.” Her smile brightened even more, and she moved just slightly enough to give him an even better look down her last good, silk blouse. “For a price.”
He hissed. “Bit, I don’t pay for -- “
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Her eyes met his dead on. “I know what you are, Vampire,” she whispered, her voice dropping low and throaty and just barely being heard by him, “and I know everything there is to know about the precious, little Slayer.”
“You’ll tell me -- “
“Everything. About her and her boyfriend, Angel.” She saw recognition flicker in his eyes; Vamps really did need to work on their poker faces. “Yeah. I thought you might know him. You Vamps tend to have histories when you’ve been around a while.”
“You could say that.” His dark gaze narrowed in on her face. “What’s in it for you?”
“Turn me,” she challenged. “I won’t tell you a word before you do.”
He shrugged, grabbed her wrist, and yanked him to her. She cradled him with her hips just the way she knew the college guys liked it. “That can be arranged,” he snarled, his breath hot against the tender flesh of her neck.
“Not here,” she whispered urgently. “The Slayer will stop us here. Take me home.”
Spike looked down at her in a mixture of bewilderment and appreciation. “You really are a fiesty, little minx.”
She grinned, showing him her perfectly white teeth, which would soon be fangs. “You have no idea. Make me a Queen, and you’ll see.”
“Something tells me, pet,” he replied throatily, “you already are a Queen.” But he laced his fingers with hers and led her out into the night.
She went with him willingly. Tonight, she would give him everything, but she would also earn back everything which had been taken from her. She would rule again, and when she did, everyone who had ever rejected her would regret the very day they’d been born. “First of all,” she said once they were alone, “if you really want to hurt the Slayer, you want to go after those she loves first. Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg are the easiest ways to hurt her the worst.”
Spike smiled. He brushed her hair, sending tingles through her that were far beyond anything she’d ever felt before. “I’m gonna like you,” he said.
“Just don’t love me,” she spoke, surprising him further. “I don’t need that lie ever again.”
“Deal, Princess.” He slid into his game face as he pulled her more tightly into his strong arms.
“Not Princess,” she whispered, closing her eyes and preparing herself as best she could mentally. “Queen.”
“Queen,” he agreed and slid his fangs home into her flesh. Cordelia screamed not with fear or pain or sorrow but with the greatest pleasure she had ever known. The world would finally be hers, she thought even as Spike boasted to himself how all his suffering had finally come to fruition. The Slayer and everything in the world, including Angel begging for mercy and Dru begging him to take her back, would be his.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at his current prey. Sheer ecstasy filled her gorgeous face. Maybe he wouldn’t take Dru back after all, he thought and recognized it instantly as the lie it was. He’d take her back, but only after he’d made her beg and plead for his forgiveness. She’ll kill his new dark Princess, but by that time, he’ll have used the girl for everything she has. He felt like laughing even as he drained her blood.
Humans were such fools! He was starting to love this town and century. After all, humans had always been idiots, but he’d never had a Happy Meal come walking up to him like this before and give him not just everything he wanted from her but everything he wanted in the world. He would be King, he vowed, closing his eyes and enjoying his free meal.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: pre-Spike/Cordelia, past Xander/Cordelia, mentioned Spike/Drusilla, Angel/Buffy, and Xander/Willow
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: Fan-FlashWorks 262: Hungry and Nekid Spike: Mini Nekid Guest: Cordelia, Harlot's Choice Prompt: Shadows, and Prompt Cards: "What Do You Mean I Need A New Look?"
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 1,922
Date Written: 5 May 2019
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
She used to love coming to this club. She used to be the Queen here just as she had been at school, ruling the hallways, the dance floor, and all who saw her. All who had witnessed her beauty had wanted her, giving them, rather they’d understood it or not, power over them. She really had ruled them all. And then she’d made a mistake. A single mistake had cost her everything, and his name was Xander Harris.
Cordelia glowered over at the table where the Slayer and her little friends sat. How she loathed that man now! Actually, he wasn’t a man, she corrected herself. No man would dare cast Cordelia Chase away as though she was nothing, especially not for some nerdy, little girl in flowers! She snarled silently at the way Willow was dressed. The girl would not have known fashion if it had been bit her in the butt.
Yet he’d chosen her over her! There was no wonder that her so-called friends, who she’d always known were not really her friends, were making fun of her nonstop. Even now, they were at a table further up front, casting glances back at her and tittering behind their hands with their perfect makeup. Cordelia glanced down at her own hands. She was far past due a manicure. Thanks, Dad, she thought bleakly. Of all times for her to lose her money, now was definitely the worst possible time!
She couldn’t even afford a drink, she thought, but the shy, little waiter had not yet realized that she had fallen from grace. He went to another school, or perhaps homeschooled, and he was too dumb to realize that she was sitting by herself not because she chose to do so but because all the popular girls no longer wanted her around. No one wanted her around -- not the popular girls, not the hunks, not the unpopular kids, not even Buffy and her precious, little Scoobies. She’d sacrificed everything and had nothing to show for it.
She sniffed disdainfully but then brightened and smiled her thousand-watt smile as the waiter came by. He nodded to her and hurried away to get her another drink, a drink he’d be paying for at the end of the night out of his tips. She knew how to slip out on a guy unnoticed. If only, she reflected remorsefully, she could figure out how to slip in and out of the whole human species unnoticed!
Perhaps it was in part, she thought, because she was human. Maybe there was something about all these hunky Vampires and the power they promised. She knew some of the cheerleaders had chosen to become meals, just as the Slayer herself was dating an undead hunk. Cordelia caught movement in the shadows and raised her head ever so slightly to follow the subtle movements not too far from the Slayer’s table.
Mmm. Hello, salty goodness! The guy wasn’t like the Slayer’s latest, loser boyfriend, but it was clear, from his castback clothing and the way he was slinking through the shadows and eyeing her table, that he was a Vampire. He looked like a reject from one of those old rocker videos -- What was his name? she wondered. Billy something, or Willy? Or was it Idol something? Maybe he was even one of those who thought he could get away with only one name.
She should be able to get away with one name. She had gotten away with one name. Everyone had known the name of Cordelia Chase. All the uncool kids had cowered whenever they’d thought she was approaching while all the ones who ached to be cool had done anything they could to earn her favor. She had been a true Queen.
Perhaps, she thought, hunger and desire filling her for something beyond what any mere mortal could now give her, she could be a true Queen again. She had never wanted to settle for Sunnydale High. She’d always been ambitious and had believed that her calling awaited her not in this sleepy, little town but in Hollywood. She deserved to have her name up in lights; she was far more beautiful and talented than any of the actresses out there now, or any of those who had come before the current slew.
She deserved to be Queen, and not just of some boring, old high school or even a single town. She was beautiful enough, classy enough. All others paled in comparison to her! She’d already sacrificed everything else she possessed, and all for what?! So that she could become the one everybody else, including the rejects, made fun of?! So that she could be the one who slunk and hid in the shadows, hoping to not be noticed?!
No, she was Cordelia Chase, damn it! She was Queen C! She deserved to rule! She pushed back her chair, gathered everything that was left of her beauty, confidence, and sheer power to her and sashayed through the club. She moved like a jungle cat, her hazel eyes already focused on her prey. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it this night! She was going to get everything she’d ever wanted, and no one was going to stop her!
She noticed guys looking at her. Even Xander almost bit her tongue when she swept by the Slayer’s table. Willow pouted and poked at him, but Cordelia had no time left to waste on him. She had nothing left to waste on him. She was finally going to get everything she wanted, and he could give her nothing, nothing but heartache and headache and the loss of everything she’d ever held dear.
Never again, she swore. Never again, after tonight, would she bow to any man! Never again would she lose anything! She’d lose her mortal life this night. Actually, she wouldn’t lose it. She was about to give it away, but in so doing, she’d gain everything else she wanted. She’d have her power back again, a hundred times stronger than it had ever been before, and all would bow down to her. All would worship Queen C, just as they had before and just as they never should have stopped doing.
She sauntered straight to the bar, no longer caring about the other whispers she heard. Soon she’d have them all bowing down to her, and if anyone dared speak badly of her again, she’d have their tongue removed. She adjusted her blouse just before she stepped up next to the blonde stranger in the big, black trench coat that seemed to dwarf him. What was it about the undead and their trench coats any way? This guy needed a serious fashion adjustment, and she was just the one to give it to him. She was just the one to give that to him, and so very much more.
Out of the corner of her hazel eyes, she saw the way he looked down at her, down into her cleavage, down at her still perfectly formed and tanned breasts. “Any one ever tell you you look like you just stepped out of an eighties rock video?”
The Vampire blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” he snarled. “What’s wrong with my look?”
“Nothing.” She smiled up at him. “Except you don’t have me on your arm.”
“That could be arranged.” He growled, and she felt the hairs rise on the nape of her neck.
“Oh, yeah, it definitely could be.” Her smile brightened even more, and she moved just slightly enough to give him an even better look down her last good, silk blouse. “For a price.”
He hissed. “Bit, I don’t pay for -- “
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Her eyes met his dead on. “I know what you are, Vampire,” she whispered, her voice dropping low and throaty and just barely being heard by him, “and I know everything there is to know about the precious, little Slayer.”
“You’ll tell me -- “
“Everything. About her and her boyfriend, Angel.” She saw recognition flicker in his eyes; Vamps really did need to work on their poker faces. “Yeah. I thought you might know him. You Vamps tend to have histories when you’ve been around a while.”
“You could say that.” His dark gaze narrowed in on her face. “What’s in it for you?”
“Turn me,” she challenged. “I won’t tell you a word before you do.”
He shrugged, grabbed her wrist, and yanked him to her. She cradled him with her hips just the way she knew the college guys liked it. “That can be arranged,” he snarled, his breath hot against the tender flesh of her neck.
“Not here,” she whispered urgently. “The Slayer will stop us here. Take me home.”
Spike looked down at her in a mixture of bewilderment and appreciation. “You really are a fiesty, little minx.”
She grinned, showing him her perfectly white teeth, which would soon be fangs. “You have no idea. Make me a Queen, and you’ll see.”
“Something tells me, pet,” he replied throatily, “you already are a Queen.” But he laced his fingers with hers and led her out into the night.
She went with him willingly. Tonight, she would give him everything, but she would also earn back everything which had been taken from her. She would rule again, and when she did, everyone who had ever rejected her would regret the very day they’d been born. “First of all,” she said once they were alone, “if you really want to hurt the Slayer, you want to go after those she loves first. Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg are the easiest ways to hurt her the worst.”
Spike smiled. He brushed her hair, sending tingles through her that were far beyond anything she’d ever felt before. “I’m gonna like you,” he said.
“Just don’t love me,” she spoke, surprising him further. “I don’t need that lie ever again.”
“Deal, Princess.” He slid into his game face as he pulled her more tightly into his strong arms.
“Not Princess,” she whispered, closing her eyes and preparing herself as best she could mentally. “Queen.”
“Queen,” he agreed and slid his fangs home into her flesh. Cordelia screamed not with fear or pain or sorrow but with the greatest pleasure she had ever known. The world would finally be hers, she thought even as Spike boasted to himself how all his suffering had finally come to fruition. The Slayer and everything in the world, including Angel begging for mercy and Dru begging him to take her back, would be his.
Opening his eyes, he glanced down at his current prey. Sheer ecstasy filled her gorgeous face. Maybe he wouldn’t take Dru back after all, he thought and recognized it instantly as the lie it was. He’d take her back, but only after he’d made her beg and plead for his forgiveness. She’ll kill his new dark Princess, but by that time, he’ll have used the girl for everything she has. He felt like laughing even as he drained her blood.
Humans were such fools! He was starting to love this town and century. After all, humans had always been idiots, but he’d never had a Happy Meal come walking up to him like this before and give him not just everything he wanted from her but everything he wanted in the world. He would be King, he vowed, closing his eyes and enjoying his free meal.
The End