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Who: Cordelia, Wes, Angelus
When: October 13th
Where: Hideout
Cordelia was sitting in her room looking at the night sky through the window, it had been a month since she had lost the one remaining member of her Family. Everything had fallen apart and now Angel was a monster and who knew where the hell Wesley was, he hadn't even attempted to try and ( Read more... )
When: October 13th
Where: Hideout
Cordelia was sitting in her room looking at the night sky through the window, it had been a month since she had lost the one remaining member of her Family. Everything had fallen apart and now Angel was a monster and who knew where the hell Wesley was, he hadn't even attempted to try and ( Read more... )
He learned from his mistakes. Which was why the suddenly very hard blow to his head wasn't the only thing that stunned him. Surprise stunned him as well. One moment he was getting away with Cordelia, the next Cordelia distracted him by *running* away - and what the hell was up with that? - this was swiftly followed by stars exploding in front of his eyes.
The pain stabbing through his head was enough to knock him momentarily unconscious. Wesley figured the vampire wanker must have used all his strength. Which was a laughable thing to do on a human, unless he was trying to kill Wesley. Wouldn't be the first time. A popping sound and a burning across his back and shoulders made him wonder why he wasn't, indeed, yet dead. That sounded frighteningly a lot like breaking bones.
He tried digging his fingers into the pavement as Angelus dragged him along. All he managed with that action were damaged finger-tips, leaving a bloodied trail where he tried to hold on. He was in to much pain, and to groggy to say much of anything or care about that at the moment. All he could focus on, barely, was making an escape. His head bouncing off the pavement and skin getting scraped off on asphalt wasn't helping.
But what made his heart sink, what made him angry and oh so very sad, not to mention desperate, was watching Cordelia run away from him and his situation when he managed to look up briefly. There had been a time when he'd have shouted at her to get away he vaguely remembered. Right now all he felt was growing anger at her for abandoning him *again*.
Finding himself in an upright position did nothing to improve his mood. Hell, he could barely stand up to begin with. Not after being hit on the head and in his neck and shoulders by a bloody vampire. Not after being dragged nearly unconscious over a cold, hard, unforgiving floor without any protection.
"You ran away," he whispered in complete disbelieve as he heavily leaned on Cordelia to keep standing. "Again." Why shouldn't he kill her? Really? A little voice was shouting at him and telling him exactly why not. It was hard to hear it though, over the throbbing and stabbing sharp pain in his head. In fact, Wesley felt like passing out again, but managed to held on for some reason.
Now, if only he could figure out that reason. “Why?” he wanted to know. Several why’s in fact, but why Cordelia had ran would do for now.
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She listened as Wesley ask her why she had ran away she stopped and look at him in disbelief
"Umm..maybe it was because you were gonna kill me?" she answered with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Doesn't it mean anything to you that I came back for you? Angelus would have ground your face into the pavement" Cordelia scolded and started to walk again looking straight ahead her emotions were strong; anger, fear, sadness.
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He had known of course that Cordelia could be fickle. However, that had been a long time ago. She was more steady-fast now wasn't she? Though, the way she'd been acting when he ran into her before that vampire wanker interrupted them and the way she was acting now? You'd think she had a split personality.
Not that he thought that going around killing your former friends was rather normal. Unless you were Angel, then apparently suffocating your best friend with a pillow was quite alright. Even if when said he clearly understood why Wesley had done what he'd done.
"No, it doesn't mean anything," Wesley rasped, pulling his arm away from Cordelia as though she burned him. "You stayed away when I needed you, and you were going to run away now."
He wobbled a bit on his feet - quite a bit actually - as he reached for his gun again. Only to find the holster empty. He found it a few feet away from them. Right, that's where Angelus had tossed it. Bastard. Sucking in his breath he started to stagger toward it, ready to finish the job. Get his vengeance.
Head spinning, he reached down and grabbed, flicking the safety off before aiming it at Cordelia. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't...honor...your previous request, Cordelia. I thought we were friends," he told her, sadness and bitterness tinging his voice,
"But you left me. All of you left me. Like our friendship, the hard times we shared, all those secrets you told me about, all that? Meant nothing to you. And you know what hurt most of all? You tossing me aside like yesterday garbage. So tell me, dear Cordelia, why shouldn't I kill you. After all, it's what you wanted. Isn't that what friends do? Help each other out in hard times?" Though the rest of his body was shaking, his hand wasn't.
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Cordelia watched as Wes picked up the gun and pointed it towards her she wasn't as afraid as she thought she should be.
"Wes you have no idea do you? I didn't abandon you, I was there every single night at the hospital, I went against Angels wishes, I watched over you made sure they took care of you" Cordelia sighed and shook her head
"I know I should have let you see me" she said more to herself than Wes
"My God Wes, What the hell was I suppose to do? because of your actions that night my heart was ripped in half, you taking one half and Angel the other!" Cordelia didn't realize she was now shouting at Wes and that her voice was shaking, tears fell from her cheeks.
Cordelia took a deep breath and composed herself as much as she could before she continued "I was caught between the two most important people in my life, can you tell me what was I suppose to do? because I sure the hell didn't know" Cordelia took a step closer to Wesley
"If killing me is what will give you the justice you want then I can't stop you, I won't beg for my life Wesley but I know that somewhere inside you the man I knew is there and this is the last thing he would want" Cordelia looked at Wesley wondering if he would pull the trigger.
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Wesley swayed heavily as he advanced on her. His head was spinning but not just from the wounds Angelus had given him. Not from the blood-loss either. But from the two voices raging a war inside him.
One telling him to shoot the bitch, it was after all what she deserved. What they all deserved for abandoning him. The other shouting harder at him. Trying to make him remember the good times, the bickering matching, the love he had felt for this woman.
"You never once told me!" he shouted back, a clear sign that something was wrong. If there was anything Wesley tried to never do was raise his voice. "You never called, you never showed your pretty little face. Not even a bloody lecture, Cordelia! And now you expect me to believe you cared? That you were there every damn night?"
His vision was getting blurry as he approached her slowly. She stepped closer as well and by now the gun was touching her forehead. Cold, hard metal pressing against soft skin. All he needed to do was pull the trigger and get what he wanted.
"Do you have any idea," Wesley continued, his voice dropping to a pained whispered, "any idea how lonely I was? Do you have any idea what it meant to me to have a family that loved me? Only to find out it was nothing but a farce? Do you?"
He was annoyed to find tears running down his face. Even more so when he realized his hand was slippery with sweat and shaking. Beads rolling down his face, his back as he looked into those familiar brown eyes. "You took that away from me. All of you," he cried, his finger twitching as he tried to stop himself from pulling the trigger. Or maybe he was trying to pull it after all. Nothing happened yet though. Just waiting. Just waiting.
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Cordelia whispered "I am so sorry Wesley, we have caused each other so much pain" the tears were running down her face she couldn't control the shaking in her voice.
Cordelia closed her eyes and whispered "Please..Wes..Forgive Me"
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So why hadn't he pulled the trigger yet? Why, when he had her right where he wanted her. All he had to do was press his finger backward and it would be all over. Just one shot and he'd be done with her forever.
That other voice however was getting louder. The voice of reason he'd always been when he still had his family. The voice that told him how much he had loved her. The voice that reminded him what they had shared.
Breathing hard, I blinked the sweat from his eyes as he looked at her. Listened to her whispered words. His hand started to shake badly, his entire body started to shake. Pull the trigger. Don’t pull the trigger. It was as though time stood still and all that could be heard was a clock ticking. Ticking away the time Cordelia had left of her life.
"No!" Wesley suddenly shouted, without warning flinging the gun away as far as he could. Falling to his knees he buried his face in his hands, ashamed of the tears still running down his face.
"No, no," he whispered into his hands. "I'm so s-sorry. I'm s-so sorry. I only wanted to help and you were gone with Groo. Tried to hard to make it not t-true but they all said the same. I didn't know what to do! I‘m so sorry," Wesley said, his voice dropping to a whisper again.
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Cordelia reached out and embraced Wesley as tight as she could, she didn't want to lose him again.
"It's ok" she whispered "It's all going to be ok now" Cordelia said trying to reassure both Wesley and herself, she held onto her best friend, he was her only family now.
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He didn't know how long they sat there, crying, embracing each other. But by the time he pull back Wesley realized two things. He would really like his body to stop aching. But more importantly, they were sitting ducks. Literally. Any number of vampires or demons could’ve gotten the drop on them easily.
"We should go," he muttered, wiping his face with his sleeve. "I need to find my gun and then we should go." Staggering up, he stumbled toward the bushes, search and found his gun. Flicking off the safety, he put it back in its holster, relieve with the knowledge that he hadn’t used it on his best friend.
Then he slowly turned back to face Cordelia, or rather her feet. He found he wasn't capable of looking her in the eyes, ashamed of himself. Of what he'd become. "D-do you want to-to take you back? To the resistance house? Or-or do you want to..." he shrugged, not knowing how to ask if she'd wanted to come with him. To talk. Wesley had a feeling they had a lot to talk about.
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She lifted his face with her warm hands and met his eyes "Lets go somewhere and talk" she said smiling at him she took his hand in hers and started to walk.
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Swallowing hard, he forced himself to look up and meet her eyes. He was surprised there wasn't any disgust in those brown pools. No anger, no hate. It should be there after what he'd done. Angelus should've tossed him down harder. Hard enough to make him loose consciousness, then this wouldn't have happened. Cordelia would have gotten away freely.
But then he wouldn't have his friend back either. Maybe he should thank Angelus later. A stake through the heart, a nice beheading perhaps. He forcefully shoved those thoughts away because he knew they'd try and find a way to get Angel's soul back.
"We-I mean- I uhm," he winced when he started to follow her. He really could do with a nice hot bath now. Soft bed. Massage would be good. But he'd settle for a shower and a crappy his crappy motel bed to rest on. "My motel room isn’t far from here," he offered tentatively.
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