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So, I was listening to THC's Need to Destroy (that song Veruca seduced Oz with in s4 BtVS), and thinking about how, in Collatoral Lover, and *purely* by accident, I wrote that Cordelia bit Angelus's mouth and swallowed some of his blood, right before he bit her and drank hers. I don't do 'blood bonds', but I couldn't help myself with this teeny follow up. Hope ya'll can forgive me for indulging. :D
Sunnydale is just big cemetery, filled with walking corpses.
They just don’t know it yet.
Even the slayer acts as though she’s a part of the living when Cordelia can plainly see she’s not. Buffy belongs to the grave dirt and the blood stains and the dark things that live in the corners of their eyes.
Cordelia sees it all now.
Death follows her home, to school, to the beach. It’s there beside her when she’s kissing Xander in her car, mocking her with a tilted smile and her blood on his lips.
He’s on the bed next to her at night, cupping her face, chilling her skin with his grave-temperature flesh.
He tilts her head, and runs his thumb pads over her jaw line, looks at her without smiling, breathing as though he needed to, and he licks her. God, how he licks her, slow with that cold tongue that makes her shiver in her nightgown.
She pulls his naked torso down on top of her, there in her bed with only the moonlight coming in, letting him slide and fit himself between her legs, tilts her pelvis up until he sighs sweetly, his copper-tinged breath feathering over her face in a caress she can’t turn from.
How can she want to embrace something so cold?
A corpse, really
Skin like the pale marble, hard and ungiving.
She winds her cotton wrapped body around his, feels his hipbones on the insides of her thighs and lifts her chin so he can reach her mouth. Deep kisses like drowning in ice water, hands caging her wrists to the bed.
She’s full of him, he’s inside of her.
He promises it will always be so.
Blood for blood.
She lets herself go under completely, until he fills her lungs and drowns in her skin.
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Sunnydale is just big cemetery, filled with walking corpses.
They just don’t know it yet.
Even the slayer acts as though she’s a part of the living when Cordelia can plainly see she’s not. Buffy belongs to the grave dirt and the blood stains and the dark things that live in the corners of their eyes.
Cordelia sees it all now.
Death follows her home, to school, to the beach. It’s there beside her when she’s kissing Xander in her car, mocking her with a tilted smile and her blood on his lips.
He’s on the bed next to her at night, cupping her face, chilling her skin with his grave-temperature flesh.
He tilts her head, and runs his thumb pads over her jaw line, looks at her without smiling, breathing as though he needed to, and he licks her. God, how he licks her, slow with that cold tongue that makes her shiver in her nightgown.
She pulls his naked torso down on top of her, there in her bed with only the moonlight coming in, letting him slide and fit himself between her legs, tilts her pelvis up until he sighs sweetly, his copper-tinged breath feathering over her face in a caress she can’t turn from.
How can she want to embrace something so cold?
A corpse, really
Skin like the pale marble, hard and ungiving.
She winds her cotton wrapped body around his, feels his hipbones on the insides of her thighs and lifts her chin so he can reach her mouth. Deep kisses like drowning in ice water, hands caging her wrists to the bed.
She’s full of him, he’s inside of her.
He promises it will always be so.
Blood for blood.
She lets herself go under completely, until he fills her lungs and drowns in her skin.
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It's a wee bit darker than my usual fair, I know, but...and doesn't this sound as pretentious as all get out...I can only write what I'm hearing in my ear.
I appreciate the feedback. :D
As with everything else I write lately, there might be more.
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How can she want to embrace something so cold?
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How can she not. Brava!! Looking forward to more!
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I appreciate it.
And yeah, how can she not?
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Even the slayer acts as though she’s a part of the living when Cordelia can plainly see she’s not. Buffy belongs to the grave dirt and the blood stains and the dark things that live on the edges, in the corners of their eyes.
That was chilling and very foreshadowy. Except for this part:
It’s there beside her when she’s kissing Xander in her car, mocking her with a tilted smile and her blood on his lips.
I had to LOL at the picture that formed in my brain. Aus with his thumbs in his ears wiggling his fingers at her with blood on his mouth looking like a freaked out clown. Okay, so maybe there wouldn't be jazz hands, but it's funnier that way. :)
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You big poopeyhead! You ruined my dark angst! I can't get Angelus w/ jazz hands out of my mind. I want an icon, dammit!
*rolls off the couch laughing*
OMG, I think I peed myself!!
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/frat!boy voice
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Really?
Thank you!
I'm glad it came out okay, because sometimes, you never know.
*hugs*
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*g*
Thank you:D
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and for commenting. I love to get dark like that, so there will probably be more. *g*
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The first line is always the hardest, but once I get it out, the rest just falls off my keyboard like rain. This was one of those times. I'm so glad I posted it. Thanks for commenting. :D
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And DS...seriously, I can't read that paragraph any more without thinking of Angelus and jazz hands. LOL!