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This is a fic I did awhile ago. Its set in a Alternate Universe where Buffy had died yrs ago, and passed on her abilities to Cordelia. She now lives with Dawn, and is secretly in love with her. The baddies in this one are Faith and Buffy, returned from the dead, and turned evil due to the spell that brought her back. It starts out kind of steamy, but gets pretty action oriented later. I'll post a few chapters, and if anyone likes it let me know here and I'll post the rest.
(I'm actually working on the 3rd fic in this AU series, so there is alot of content for anyone who wants to read it. The next one has Oz and a Vampire Willow and Xander, and the third is a crossover with Terminator:TSCC and Terminator 3)
so yeah, here goes:
Cordelia The Vampire Slayer
Chapter 1
Cordelia felt the warm water hit her body, and her cuts and scrapes seemed to renew themselves tenfold. She had gotten herself pretty banged up. Again. She looked down and watched the red water swirl into the drain.
But this wasn't anything new, and tonight she had gotten off pretty light. Just a few cuts on her legs, a nasty bruise on her ribs, and a big gash just over her eye. That one stung the most. She knew it needed stitches, but right now she didn't care. She just wanted to feel the water from the shower run down her face and body. She didn't care about the stinging pains; she just liked feeling. These showers made her unthaw from a generally numb existence.
Day in day out; Fight, train, fight, patrol, fight, get the shit kicked out of you. These showers were just for her. Her time.
And she needed them. Ever since Buffy died, and had somehow passed her powers onto her. "˜With great power comes great responsibility.' She hated that stupid movie.
But life had changed, that's for sure. She wasn't Buffy. She wasn't born for this. She had the tools, but didn't have the know-how and natural intuition. Not to mention she didn't have a Watcher. She was just stumbling along, trying to get it right. Which for the most part, she didn't. But she tried.
Her thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the bathroom door.
"Cordie, let me stitch you up. You've been in there a half hour already."
Dawn. Buffy had asked Cordelia to always take care of Dawn, but it was more like Dawn took care of her. The last few years without Dawn would have been"¦well, impossible.
"Sure Dawn, I'll just be a sec." Cordelia called back.
She let the water baptize her once more, letting the water rush off her upturned face, then with a sigh, turned off the water and got out of the shower.
She dried herself, but knowing Dawn would want to look at her ribs she didn't bother getting dressed. She just put on her bra and panties, wrapped herself in a towel, and opened the door to face little miss needle and thread.
"Bout' time." Complained Dawn. "Sit down on the sofa and let me get a look "˜atcha."
Cordelia complied with a sigh. As Dawn was sizing up the cuts on her legs, Cordelia admired how much she'd changed in the past couple years. Dawn was 19 now, but was still very petite and thin. Her long hair made her look so young. The main change was the attitude. And tattoos. Since Joyce and Buffy died she had become obsessed with tattoos. She had two full sleeves, one filled with old school sparrows, a sacred heart, diamonds etc. Cordelia called that arm Dawn's sailor arm, teasingly. Her other arm was covered in oriental style images. She had a big white lucky cat on her forearm, surrounded by water and a couple of Koi fish, which all lead up to a big Foo Dog on her shoulder surrounded by swirly smoke. Dawn never really talked about what each tattoo meant to her, but Cordelia thought it was mostly about having protection. She didn't have her mom or slayer sister anymore. She had Cordelia, but she hadn't thought so at first.
Cordelia knew Dawn trusted her to protect her now though. They had been together for years, and Cordelia hadn't left, or died, like everyone else. They needed each other. They were all alone, and Cordelia needed Dawn just as much as Dawn needed Cordelia.
"These all look ok. I don't think they'll need stitches. Towel off please, let me have a looksee at your sexy tummy." Joked Dawn.
Cordelia undid her towel, revealing her lacy red bra and matching panties. She winced as Dawn poked and prodded her sore ribs. "These don't appear to be broken. Just bruised."
"That's good. They felt broken." Admitted Cordelia.
"I bet. You're not very good at this, are you?" teased Dawn.
"Better than you, miss constant damsel in distress." Laughed Cordelia, before wincing again at her sore ribs.
Dawn wrinkled her nose, feeling Cordelia's pain. "Ok, time for the big one on your forehead."
Cordelia didn't say anything, just nodded her compliance.
Dawn crawled on top of Cordelia's thighs, straddling her legs so she could be closer to the cut. "lean your head back." Said Dawn.
As Dawn was doing her stitching Cordelia was acutely aware of how close they were, and how little she had on. Dawn's face was inches away from her own, but her eyes never left Cordelia's forehead as she focused on the task at hand. Cordelia noticed Dawn's lips, dangerously close to her own.
She bit her lip, almost trying to contain them from reaching out to Dawns.
"All done!" chirped Dawn, breaking Cordelia from her trance.
Good, thought Cordelia, she couldn't take much more of that. And she didn't mean the stitching.
Cordelia and Dawn had been close for a long time now, relying on each other, but sometimes when Dawn was so close to her Cordelia couldn't help but have tingly feelings and less than innocent thoughts.
She looked Dawn up and down as she was putting away her nursing supplies (she had become somewhat of an expert). Dawn was so small and petite, her long hair and big eyes making her look like a girl next door type, but in contrast were her two full sleeves of tattoos that both cut off right at the wrist, and her punky clothing. She was wearing a black Misfits tee with the sleeves cut off, camouflage shorts that went almost past her knees, and blue Nike high tops. The combination of small and sweet with mean and punk rock made for an odd sight. But a sexy one.
"Cordie!" Dawn yelled, catching her starring at her.
"Oh!" stammered Cordelia, blushing, "sorry. Zoning out again"
Dawn gave her a raised eyebrow, "suuuure," she said, giggling. "I'm going to bed now. If you need me you know where to find me."
"Ok. Goodnight Dawn."
"Goodnight."
"Dawn?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for the stitches."
"No prob Bob. Night!" Dawn said with a warm smile.
As Dawn walked up the stares of their small house, Cordelia lid down on the sofa. Still only wearing underwear, she knew she should go to her room and go to bed, but she was too tired to make the long journey. She thought of Dawn as her head nodded into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 2
Cordelia awoke with a sharp pain in her leg. When she looked down she was shocked to see a syringe sticking into one of her many cuts on her right leg. With the plunger down. Whatever was in that was in her now.
"What the ****?!" Cordelia stammered, but could barely get the words out. She tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. She tried to move her arm, but she couldn't. Whatever was in that needle worked fast.
"˜How!?' she thought to herself. No matter how exhausted Cordelia was, her senses were sharp. Real sharp. Who ever this was, they were good.
She was getting really scared now. She couldn't really think straight, but "I need to protect Dawn." Repeated itself over and over in her head.
"Don't worry, I wont hurt the small fry." A sultry female voice said, as if she had read Cordelia's thoughts.
Cordelia tried to move her head to see the source of the voice, but whoever it was was just outside of her visual field, and it was dark.
"Wh"¦at do you"¦waa"¦" she mumbled.
"Just delivering a message." the voice purred, "She's coming for you. And she's pissed."
"Wh"¦Who?"
Cordelia thought she heard the word "Bee." But that didn't make sense. "˜Nothing is making sense"¦' she thought, and then everything went dark. But not before she heard menacing laughter, and that frightened her.
Chapter 3
Cordelia woke abruptly, hers eyes wide, then closing again in the bright morning sunlight pouring through the living room window.
At first she didn't understand what was going on. Why was she in her underwear? Why was she on the sofa? Why was she so groggy?
And why is a young Michael Jackson pleading for one more chance.
As her head cleared, she sat up, and looked over the back of the couch. Dawn was dancing with the broom, and singing poorly along with the Jackson 5 playing on the stereo.
When Dawn noticed Cordelia looking blankly at her she smiled. "Morning sunshine," greeted Dawn, "how did you sleep?"
"I don't know. Not well. I had a weird dream about pissed off bumble bees coming to get me," said Cordelia. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of what she had just said.
"Interesting," Dawn said with mock seriousness.
"heh. Silly I know. Feels like there's something I'm not remembering."
"That happens to me all the time. Dreams are weird." Said Dawn. "So, you going to get up, or you just going to sit around in your underoos all day?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I have to get training." Cordelia said with a sigh.
When she stood up her head spun, and she had severe vertigo and she sat/fell back on the Sofa. "What's wrong?" asked Dawn, a look of concern on her normally cheery face.
"I'm ok," Cordelia lied. Her head was killing her, and her stomach felt like it was going to turn itself over. "Just stood up too quickly." She got up slowly this time, and faked a smile for Dawn, to relieve her worried mind.
Feeling suddenly very naked under Dawn's concerned gaze, she walked up the stairs and opened the door to her room. She put on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, and debated on going back to bed.
In the end she decided that training would make her feel better, and she made her way to the basement, where her "˜mini gym' was.
And after about an hour she did feel better. She forgot about her headache and dizziness as she focused on pushing her limits on the weight bench, which was considerable.
She stayed down there the rest of the day, which was unusual for her. She usually trained all day, but she would take breaks to eat and visit with Dawn, who would be buzzing around upstairs. She just couldn't get something out of her head, but she didn't know what, and the best way she knew to forget something was to train. Keep the body busy so the mind didn't have time to wander.
In the evening, just before twilight, she finally came upstairs. Her cloths were soaked with sweat, and her hair was wet.
"Working hard today I see." Said Dawn while she was stirring a pot on the stove. "Sit down, dinner will be ready in just a few. Pesto pasta. Yum yum!" she said playfully.
"I'm actually not hungry Dawny." Said Cordelia as she towelled the sweat off her face. "I'm going to head out on patrol."
"Already? Awfully early. And you havn't eaten today."
"I'm going to get it out of the way so I can come home earlier tonight. I promise I'll get something to eat then." Said Cordelia. "I'm just going to change real quick and head out, but I hopefully won't be too long."
"Aren't you even going to wash up?" asked Dawn, "You're usually Ms. Clean and Perfect."
"Nah, I'd only have to wash again when I got back. Vampire hunting is dirty work." Cordelia said.
"What's wrong?" asked Dawn, growing concerned. "Did I do something?"
"Oh my god no. No Dawn, you didn't do anything. Promise. Nothing is wrong." Said Cordelia, forcing herself to smile.
"Ok." Said Dawn, but Cordelia could tell she wasn't convinced. "Well, I'll warm up the pasta when you get home."
"Ok, thanks Dawn." Cordelia said as she walked up the stairs. After changing into black pants and a black t-shirt, she left the house.
Cordelia patrolled until just after midnight, but it was a slow night. Unnaturally slow. She didn't run into one vampire. Or Demon. Or anything. She did feel like she was being watched a few times throughout the night, but when she looked for someone, there was no one to be found.
The lack of baddies concerned her. It was a nice change, but weird. With nothing to do, she went home.
CHAPTER 4
After a brief chat with Dawn about her uneventful night, Cordelia went for her ritualistic shower.
It wasn't often she got to have a shower without the sting of water getting into her cuts and lacerations, and she planned on enjoying it. She let the water run down her face. She enjoyed the sensation of the hot water spraying off her chest.
She tried not to think about her weird dreams, so she thought about the one thing that she knew could distract her. Dawn. She thought about Dawn's smile. She thought about the way Dawn raised one eyebrow when she was questioning something. And she thought about what Dawn looked like naked.
She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't get much time to herself, and she wanted to enjoy it.
After twenty minutes of lathering and washing, and imagining, she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped her hair in a towel, and then with a second towel dried her face, chest and stomach, arms and"¦'what was that?'
Cordelia took a startled step backwards. The mirror was all steamed up, but on it was drawn a crude cartoon of a happy bumble bee with a stupid smile, with the words "˜SOON' written under it. 'How could someone get into the bathroom without me noticing!?' she thought. She tried to remember if she had heard any kind of sound while she was in the shower, but she hadn't. Vampires she could deal with, but this was scary.
"Dawn!" she yelled.
Thirty seconds later Dawn rushed in the door. "Cordelia what is it?" she asked in a panic.
"Look!"
"I don't get it. You can draw better than that Cordelia. Why are you showing me this?"
"I didn't draw it!"
"Oh." Said Dawn, stunned. "Who did?"
"I don't know! I should have heard something. I have heightened senses! How could this happen?" stammered Cordelia.
"Cordelia. You're um, very naked."
Cordelia starred at her for moment, not understanding. Then it dawned on her. She looked down at her wet and very naked body. In her panic she had totally forgotten.
She grabbed for a towel and covered herself in an instant, her eyes wide in embarrassment. Dawn had seen her in her underwear sure, but never totally stark naked!
Dawn concealed her grin with her hand and looked away.
"This is serious!" Yelled Cordelia, trying to act composed.
"I know, I know. Sorry. That is really weird. I should have had the security system on. I'm sorry. I usually don't turn it on until I go to bed." Said Dawn.
"I don't think it would have made a difference. Listen, I'm going to check outside, you check all the rooms."
After Cordelia got dressed in a hurry, she circled the house three times before convincing herself no one was there. She went back inside, where Dawn informed her no one was there either. Cordelia was worried, but there was nothing she could do. So they turned on the security system and went to bed for a restless nights sleep.
CHAPTER 5
Cordelia didn't get a lot of sleep. She was worried. Vampires and Demons didn't bother her. She had been dealing with them for the last few years. Yes, they did kick her ass most of the time, but she always got the killing blow in.
What worried her was Dawn. If someone, or something, could get in and out of their home so easily and without detection, that posed a major threat. She tried to think of who it could be. It wasn't a vampire, because she hadn't invited any in. She didn't believe it was a demon either. Most demons wouldn't pass up the opportunity to attack the Slayer unaware in the shower.
She thought about it all night, and most of the next day, but couldn't come to any conclusion.
She went on patrol, but like last night, nothing was happening. The night was dead. And not the kind of dead that attacked.
When she got home she discussed her worries with Dawn over dinner. Dawn tried to act positive, but Cordelia could tell she was rattled too.
Cordelia hoped her nightly shower could relax her. She went to the bathroom, undressed, turned on the hot water, and got in.
She still couldn't stop worrying. After she shampooed and rinsed her hair she reached for her soap. As she did so out of the corner of her eye she noticed a shadow across the semi-clear shower curtain.
It gave her just enough time to side step the dagger as it ripped through the curtain at her. The hand withdrew and before it could strike again Cordelia jumped up, grabbed the curtain rod, and blindly kicked out hard with both feet.
She hit whoever was there solidly, and sent them against the opposite wall. Unfortunately the curtain rod wasn't strong enough to support her weight. It snapped just after Cordelia had made contact with the intruder, and she fell hard, landing painfully onto the floor after racking her back on the side of the tub.
She had no time to appreciate the pain however, her assailant was up again. It was a tight space, with not a lot of room to move around. As Cordelia was getting up the intruder took a broad swing with her dagger, that Cordelia easily ducked, but the slash was just a faint, and the attackers knee came up hard under Cordelia's chin, knocking her back into the tub.
The assailant was quick to capitalize, thrusting the dagger fast for Cordelia's stomach. Cordelia was just able to hit the inside of the attacker's wrist, deflecting it's arm out wide, but not wide enough, the dagger scored a deep slash just above Cordelia's hip.
Cordelia, feeling the sharp pain acutely but knowing she had to act, reached up and grabbed the knife wielder's collar, then hauled as she sat up, driving the top of her head into it's face.
The head-butt caused the attacker to back off long enough for Cordelia to get up. She looked down and saw that the cut over her hip wasn't too deep, even though there was blood streaming out. Not fatal deep anyways. She was naked, but this wasn't the time to worry about modesty.
The attacker was still leaning against the wall, holding it's face. It was the first opportunity for Cordelia to get a look at her would-be maker. It was defiantly a female, and a shapely one. She was wearing all black, with a black jacket, and a blue bandana covering her face below her eyes. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders.
"I'm not a train." Said Cordelia, making fun of the mystery girl's cowboy bandit style bandana covering her face.
"And Im not here to rob you." Sneered the attacker, and she lunged at Cordelia again. She slashed wide again, which Cordelia ducked, but this time to the left, dodging the upcoming knee, remembering this trick from before. As the knee flew harmlessly past her face, Cordelia hooked her foot behind the assassin's other leg, then swept it back in, tripping her.
The girl went down, but as she did she shot out fast with her knife, trying the hamstring Cordelia. Cordelia noticed the attack too late, her only option lifting her leg so the dagger bit deeply into her calf. Searing pain shot up her, but Cordelia knew if it had been her hamstring it would have been over.
Cordelia dropped her other knee to the ground, aiming for the girl head, but the girl was quick, and dodged. Cordelia followed with her fist, jabbing down, but again the girl moved her head just enough so Cordelia's fist hit nothing but linoleum. The assassin's leg swung up, hitting Cordelia from the side. The space was limited, so the girl couldn't get in enough of a swing to really hurt, but enough to give herself some room.
The dagger wielder shot to her feet, but Cordelia was ready for her. Cordelia caught her with a solid punch to her jaw, then with her other hand a solid haymaker to the side of her face.
The masked girl tried to stab straight at Cordelia's chest, but Cordelia stepped back and to the side, and caught the girl's arm. She wrenched the arm forward, trying to make the girl submit, but the attacker was agile, and she front-flipped to follow the direction that Cordelia had twisted her arm. This totally caught Cordelia off guard, and the Attacker kicked out, faster than Cordelia could anticipate, and hit her solidly in the stomach, sending her back against the wall.
The attacker didn't pursue. Instead she stood there, keeping enough distance so Cordelia couldn't make any unexpected attacks. "I had hoped to deliver you on a platter for her," said the masked girl, "But you seem to have more spunk than I had thought."
"Who are you?" demanded Cordelia, holding the gash in her side. Both of her cuts were streaming blood.
"Don't worry kiddo," said the masked girl, "my friend is coming to town, and shes been dying to see you. I'll be back soon enough." She gave Cordelia a wink, the suddenly fired her dagger at Cordelia.
Cordelia had enough time to turn and avoid the knife flying at her face, but not without it slicing across her cheek painfully. Cordelia kept turning, grabbed the dagger as soon as it hit the wall, and did a 360 degree turn, ready to fire the dagger right back at her attacker.
But there was no one there.
Cordelia ran out the door, grabbing a towel along the way, but the masked girl wasn't in the hallway either. Or on the stairs. Or downstairs. She had vanished. Cordelia held the towel up to her face to try and stop the bleeding on her cheek. "Who the **** was that?" she said out loud.
And then she remembered Dawn.
Or more accurately, a lack of Dawn.
"Dawn!? Where are you?" Cordelia yelled, starting to panic.
She heard a "˜mmph' sound from the living room, and rushed in. There was Dawn, lying on the sofa with her mouth gagged and her hands tied behback, but otherwise unharmed. She quickly untied Dawn's hands and the cloth that was tied around her head to gag her mouth. "Dawn, are you ok?" Cordelia asked.
"I'm fine. You looked pretty cut up though," said Dawn, "and I've seen you naked more times this week than I have with your cloths on!"
Cordelia, realizing for the second time in two days that she was totally naked in front of Dawn, covered herself quickly with her towel. Dawn, seeing the embarrassed expression on her friend's face couldn't help but giggle.
"Glad to see you're not too bothered by being bound and gagged." Said Cordelia.
"Oh that sucked for sure, but she didn't hurt me at all. Who was it?"
"Dunno. She was fast though."
"Well you can play detective tomorrow," said Dawn, "but for now let me stitch you up."
[So thats it; the first 5 chapters. If you'd like to read more pls reply and I'll post the rest. Thanks for reading!]
(I'm actually working on the 3rd fic in this AU series, so there is alot of content for anyone who wants to read it. The next one has Oz and a Vampire Willow and Xander, and the third is a crossover with Terminator:TSCC and Terminator 3)
so yeah, here goes:
Cordelia The Vampire Slayer
Chapter 1
Cordelia felt the warm water hit her body, and her cuts and scrapes seemed to renew themselves tenfold. She had gotten herself pretty banged up. Again. She looked down and watched the red water swirl into the drain.
But this wasn't anything new, and tonight she had gotten off pretty light. Just a few cuts on her legs, a nasty bruise on her ribs, and a big gash just over her eye. That one stung the most. She knew it needed stitches, but right now she didn't care. She just wanted to feel the water from the shower run down her face and body. She didn't care about the stinging pains; she just liked feeling. These showers made her unthaw from a generally numb existence.
Day in day out; Fight, train, fight, patrol, fight, get the shit kicked out of you. These showers were just for her. Her time.
And she needed them. Ever since Buffy died, and had somehow passed her powers onto her. "˜With great power comes great responsibility.' She hated that stupid movie.
But life had changed, that's for sure. She wasn't Buffy. She wasn't born for this. She had the tools, but didn't have the know-how and natural intuition. Not to mention she didn't have a Watcher. She was just stumbling along, trying to get it right. Which for the most part, she didn't. But she tried.
Her thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the bathroom door.
"Cordie, let me stitch you up. You've been in there a half hour already."
Dawn. Buffy had asked Cordelia to always take care of Dawn, but it was more like Dawn took care of her. The last few years without Dawn would have been"¦well, impossible.
"Sure Dawn, I'll just be a sec." Cordelia called back.
She let the water baptize her once more, letting the water rush off her upturned face, then with a sigh, turned off the water and got out of the shower.
She dried herself, but knowing Dawn would want to look at her ribs she didn't bother getting dressed. She just put on her bra and panties, wrapped herself in a towel, and opened the door to face little miss needle and thread.
"Bout' time." Complained Dawn. "Sit down on the sofa and let me get a look "˜atcha."
Cordelia complied with a sigh. As Dawn was sizing up the cuts on her legs, Cordelia admired how much she'd changed in the past couple years. Dawn was 19 now, but was still very petite and thin. Her long hair made her look so young. The main change was the attitude. And tattoos. Since Joyce and Buffy died she had become obsessed with tattoos. She had two full sleeves, one filled with old school sparrows, a sacred heart, diamonds etc. Cordelia called that arm Dawn's sailor arm, teasingly. Her other arm was covered in oriental style images. She had a big white lucky cat on her forearm, surrounded by water and a couple of Koi fish, which all lead up to a big Foo Dog on her shoulder surrounded by swirly smoke. Dawn never really talked about what each tattoo meant to her, but Cordelia thought it was mostly about having protection. She didn't have her mom or slayer sister anymore. She had Cordelia, but she hadn't thought so at first.
Cordelia knew Dawn trusted her to protect her now though. They had been together for years, and Cordelia hadn't left, or died, like everyone else. They needed each other. They were all alone, and Cordelia needed Dawn just as much as Dawn needed Cordelia.
"These all look ok. I don't think they'll need stitches. Towel off please, let me have a looksee at your sexy tummy." Joked Dawn.
Cordelia undid her towel, revealing her lacy red bra and matching panties. She winced as Dawn poked and prodded her sore ribs. "These don't appear to be broken. Just bruised."
"That's good. They felt broken." Admitted Cordelia.
"I bet. You're not very good at this, are you?" teased Dawn.
"Better than you, miss constant damsel in distress." Laughed Cordelia, before wincing again at her sore ribs.
Dawn wrinkled her nose, feeling Cordelia's pain. "Ok, time for the big one on your forehead."
Cordelia didn't say anything, just nodded her compliance.
Dawn crawled on top of Cordelia's thighs, straddling her legs so she could be closer to the cut. "lean your head back." Said Dawn.
As Dawn was doing her stitching Cordelia was acutely aware of how close they were, and how little she had on. Dawn's face was inches away from her own, but her eyes never left Cordelia's forehead as she focused on the task at hand. Cordelia noticed Dawn's lips, dangerously close to her own.
She bit her lip, almost trying to contain them from reaching out to Dawns.
"All done!" chirped Dawn, breaking Cordelia from her trance.
Good, thought Cordelia, she couldn't take much more of that. And she didn't mean the stitching.
Cordelia and Dawn had been close for a long time now, relying on each other, but sometimes when Dawn was so close to her Cordelia couldn't help but have tingly feelings and less than innocent thoughts.
She looked Dawn up and down as she was putting away her nursing supplies (she had become somewhat of an expert). Dawn was so small and petite, her long hair and big eyes making her look like a girl next door type, but in contrast were her two full sleeves of tattoos that both cut off right at the wrist, and her punky clothing. She was wearing a black Misfits tee with the sleeves cut off, camouflage shorts that went almost past her knees, and blue Nike high tops. The combination of small and sweet with mean and punk rock made for an odd sight. But a sexy one.
"Cordie!" Dawn yelled, catching her starring at her.
"Oh!" stammered Cordelia, blushing, "sorry. Zoning out again"
Dawn gave her a raised eyebrow, "suuuure," she said, giggling. "I'm going to bed now. If you need me you know where to find me."
"Ok. Goodnight Dawn."
"Goodnight."
"Dawn?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for the stitches."
"No prob Bob. Night!" Dawn said with a warm smile.
As Dawn walked up the stares of their small house, Cordelia lid down on the sofa. Still only wearing underwear, she knew she should go to her room and go to bed, but she was too tired to make the long journey. She thought of Dawn as her head nodded into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 2
Cordelia awoke with a sharp pain in her leg. When she looked down she was shocked to see a syringe sticking into one of her many cuts on her right leg. With the plunger down. Whatever was in that was in her now.
"What the ****?!" Cordelia stammered, but could barely get the words out. She tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. She tried to move her arm, but she couldn't. Whatever was in that needle worked fast.
"˜How!?' she thought to herself. No matter how exhausted Cordelia was, her senses were sharp. Real sharp. Who ever this was, they were good.
She was getting really scared now. She couldn't really think straight, but "I need to protect Dawn." Repeated itself over and over in her head.
"Don't worry, I wont hurt the small fry." A sultry female voice said, as if she had read Cordelia's thoughts.
Cordelia tried to move her head to see the source of the voice, but whoever it was was just outside of her visual field, and it was dark.
"Wh"¦at do you"¦waa"¦" she mumbled.
"Just delivering a message." the voice purred, "She's coming for you. And she's pissed."
"Wh"¦Who?"
Cordelia thought she heard the word "Bee." But that didn't make sense. "˜Nothing is making sense"¦' she thought, and then everything went dark. But not before she heard menacing laughter, and that frightened her.
Chapter 3
Cordelia woke abruptly, hers eyes wide, then closing again in the bright morning sunlight pouring through the living room window.
At first she didn't understand what was going on. Why was she in her underwear? Why was she on the sofa? Why was she so groggy?
And why is a young Michael Jackson pleading for one more chance.
As her head cleared, she sat up, and looked over the back of the couch. Dawn was dancing with the broom, and singing poorly along with the Jackson 5 playing on the stereo.
When Dawn noticed Cordelia looking blankly at her she smiled. "Morning sunshine," greeted Dawn, "how did you sleep?"
"I don't know. Not well. I had a weird dream about pissed off bumble bees coming to get me," said Cordelia. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of what she had just said.
"Interesting," Dawn said with mock seriousness.
"heh. Silly I know. Feels like there's something I'm not remembering."
"That happens to me all the time. Dreams are weird." Said Dawn. "So, you going to get up, or you just going to sit around in your underoos all day?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I have to get training." Cordelia said with a sigh.
When she stood up her head spun, and she had severe vertigo and she sat/fell back on the Sofa. "What's wrong?" asked Dawn, a look of concern on her normally cheery face.
"I'm ok," Cordelia lied. Her head was killing her, and her stomach felt like it was going to turn itself over. "Just stood up too quickly." She got up slowly this time, and faked a smile for Dawn, to relieve her worried mind.
Feeling suddenly very naked under Dawn's concerned gaze, she walked up the stairs and opened the door to her room. She put on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, and debated on going back to bed.
In the end she decided that training would make her feel better, and she made her way to the basement, where her "˜mini gym' was.
And after about an hour she did feel better. She forgot about her headache and dizziness as she focused on pushing her limits on the weight bench, which was considerable.
She stayed down there the rest of the day, which was unusual for her. She usually trained all day, but she would take breaks to eat and visit with Dawn, who would be buzzing around upstairs. She just couldn't get something out of her head, but she didn't know what, and the best way she knew to forget something was to train. Keep the body busy so the mind didn't have time to wander.
In the evening, just before twilight, she finally came upstairs. Her cloths were soaked with sweat, and her hair was wet.
"Working hard today I see." Said Dawn while she was stirring a pot on the stove. "Sit down, dinner will be ready in just a few. Pesto pasta. Yum yum!" she said playfully.
"I'm actually not hungry Dawny." Said Cordelia as she towelled the sweat off her face. "I'm going to head out on patrol."
"Already? Awfully early. And you havn't eaten today."
"I'm going to get it out of the way so I can come home earlier tonight. I promise I'll get something to eat then." Said Cordelia. "I'm just going to change real quick and head out, but I hopefully won't be too long."
"Aren't you even going to wash up?" asked Dawn, "You're usually Ms. Clean and Perfect."
"Nah, I'd only have to wash again when I got back. Vampire hunting is dirty work." Cordelia said.
"What's wrong?" asked Dawn, growing concerned. "Did I do something?"
"Oh my god no. No Dawn, you didn't do anything. Promise. Nothing is wrong." Said Cordelia, forcing herself to smile.
"Ok." Said Dawn, but Cordelia could tell she wasn't convinced. "Well, I'll warm up the pasta when you get home."
"Ok, thanks Dawn." Cordelia said as she walked up the stairs. After changing into black pants and a black t-shirt, she left the house.
Cordelia patrolled until just after midnight, but it was a slow night. Unnaturally slow. She didn't run into one vampire. Or Demon. Or anything. She did feel like she was being watched a few times throughout the night, but when she looked for someone, there was no one to be found.
The lack of baddies concerned her. It was a nice change, but weird. With nothing to do, she went home.
CHAPTER 4
After a brief chat with Dawn about her uneventful night, Cordelia went for her ritualistic shower.
It wasn't often she got to have a shower without the sting of water getting into her cuts and lacerations, and she planned on enjoying it. She let the water run down her face. She enjoyed the sensation of the hot water spraying off her chest.
She tried not to think about her weird dreams, so she thought about the one thing that she knew could distract her. Dawn. She thought about Dawn's smile. She thought about the way Dawn raised one eyebrow when she was questioning something. And she thought about what Dawn looked like naked.
She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't get much time to herself, and she wanted to enjoy it.
After twenty minutes of lathering and washing, and imagining, she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped her hair in a towel, and then with a second towel dried her face, chest and stomach, arms and"¦'what was that?'
Cordelia took a startled step backwards. The mirror was all steamed up, but on it was drawn a crude cartoon of a happy bumble bee with a stupid smile, with the words "˜SOON' written under it. 'How could someone get into the bathroom without me noticing!?' she thought. She tried to remember if she had heard any kind of sound while she was in the shower, but she hadn't. Vampires she could deal with, but this was scary.
"Dawn!" she yelled.
Thirty seconds later Dawn rushed in the door. "Cordelia what is it?" she asked in a panic.
"Look!"
"I don't get it. You can draw better than that Cordelia. Why are you showing me this?"
"I didn't draw it!"
"Oh." Said Dawn, stunned. "Who did?"
"I don't know! I should have heard something. I have heightened senses! How could this happen?" stammered Cordelia.
"Cordelia. You're um, very naked."
Cordelia starred at her for moment, not understanding. Then it dawned on her. She looked down at her wet and very naked body. In her panic she had totally forgotten.
She grabbed for a towel and covered herself in an instant, her eyes wide in embarrassment. Dawn had seen her in her underwear sure, but never totally stark naked!
Dawn concealed her grin with her hand and looked away.
"This is serious!" Yelled Cordelia, trying to act composed.
"I know, I know. Sorry. That is really weird. I should have had the security system on. I'm sorry. I usually don't turn it on until I go to bed." Said Dawn.
"I don't think it would have made a difference. Listen, I'm going to check outside, you check all the rooms."
After Cordelia got dressed in a hurry, she circled the house three times before convincing herself no one was there. She went back inside, where Dawn informed her no one was there either. Cordelia was worried, but there was nothing she could do. So they turned on the security system and went to bed for a restless nights sleep.
CHAPTER 5
Cordelia didn't get a lot of sleep. She was worried. Vampires and Demons didn't bother her. She had been dealing with them for the last few years. Yes, they did kick her ass most of the time, but she always got the killing blow in.
What worried her was Dawn. If someone, or something, could get in and out of their home so easily and without detection, that posed a major threat. She tried to think of who it could be. It wasn't a vampire, because she hadn't invited any in. She didn't believe it was a demon either. Most demons wouldn't pass up the opportunity to attack the Slayer unaware in the shower.
She thought about it all night, and most of the next day, but couldn't come to any conclusion.
She went on patrol, but like last night, nothing was happening. The night was dead. And not the kind of dead that attacked.
When she got home she discussed her worries with Dawn over dinner. Dawn tried to act positive, but Cordelia could tell she was rattled too.
Cordelia hoped her nightly shower could relax her. She went to the bathroom, undressed, turned on the hot water, and got in.
She still couldn't stop worrying. After she shampooed and rinsed her hair she reached for her soap. As she did so out of the corner of her eye she noticed a shadow across the semi-clear shower curtain.
It gave her just enough time to side step the dagger as it ripped through the curtain at her. The hand withdrew and before it could strike again Cordelia jumped up, grabbed the curtain rod, and blindly kicked out hard with both feet.
She hit whoever was there solidly, and sent them against the opposite wall. Unfortunately the curtain rod wasn't strong enough to support her weight. It snapped just after Cordelia had made contact with the intruder, and she fell hard, landing painfully onto the floor after racking her back on the side of the tub.
She had no time to appreciate the pain however, her assailant was up again. It was a tight space, with not a lot of room to move around. As Cordelia was getting up the intruder took a broad swing with her dagger, that Cordelia easily ducked, but the slash was just a faint, and the attackers knee came up hard under Cordelia's chin, knocking her back into the tub.
The assailant was quick to capitalize, thrusting the dagger fast for Cordelia's stomach. Cordelia was just able to hit the inside of the attacker's wrist, deflecting it's arm out wide, but not wide enough, the dagger scored a deep slash just above Cordelia's hip.
Cordelia, feeling the sharp pain acutely but knowing she had to act, reached up and grabbed the knife wielder's collar, then hauled as she sat up, driving the top of her head into it's face.
The head-butt caused the attacker to back off long enough for Cordelia to get up. She looked down and saw that the cut over her hip wasn't too deep, even though there was blood streaming out. Not fatal deep anyways. She was naked, but this wasn't the time to worry about modesty.
The attacker was still leaning against the wall, holding it's face. It was the first opportunity for Cordelia to get a look at her would-be maker. It was defiantly a female, and a shapely one. She was wearing all black, with a black jacket, and a blue bandana covering her face below her eyes. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders.
"I'm not a train." Said Cordelia, making fun of the mystery girl's cowboy bandit style bandana covering her face.
"And Im not here to rob you." Sneered the attacker, and she lunged at Cordelia again. She slashed wide again, which Cordelia ducked, but this time to the left, dodging the upcoming knee, remembering this trick from before. As the knee flew harmlessly past her face, Cordelia hooked her foot behind the assassin's other leg, then swept it back in, tripping her.
The girl went down, but as she did she shot out fast with her knife, trying the hamstring Cordelia. Cordelia noticed the attack too late, her only option lifting her leg so the dagger bit deeply into her calf. Searing pain shot up her, but Cordelia knew if it had been her hamstring it would have been over.
Cordelia dropped her other knee to the ground, aiming for the girl head, but the girl was quick, and dodged. Cordelia followed with her fist, jabbing down, but again the girl moved her head just enough so Cordelia's fist hit nothing but linoleum. The assassin's leg swung up, hitting Cordelia from the side. The space was limited, so the girl couldn't get in enough of a swing to really hurt, but enough to give herself some room.
The dagger wielder shot to her feet, but Cordelia was ready for her. Cordelia caught her with a solid punch to her jaw, then with her other hand a solid haymaker to the side of her face.
The masked girl tried to stab straight at Cordelia's chest, but Cordelia stepped back and to the side, and caught the girl's arm. She wrenched the arm forward, trying to make the girl submit, but the attacker was agile, and she front-flipped to follow the direction that Cordelia had twisted her arm. This totally caught Cordelia off guard, and the Attacker kicked out, faster than Cordelia could anticipate, and hit her solidly in the stomach, sending her back against the wall.
The attacker didn't pursue. Instead she stood there, keeping enough distance so Cordelia couldn't make any unexpected attacks. "I had hoped to deliver you on a platter for her," said the masked girl, "But you seem to have more spunk than I had thought."
"Who are you?" demanded Cordelia, holding the gash in her side. Both of her cuts were streaming blood.
"Don't worry kiddo," said the masked girl, "my friend is coming to town, and shes been dying to see you. I'll be back soon enough." She gave Cordelia a wink, the suddenly fired her dagger at Cordelia.
Cordelia had enough time to turn and avoid the knife flying at her face, but not without it slicing across her cheek painfully. Cordelia kept turning, grabbed the dagger as soon as it hit the wall, and did a 360 degree turn, ready to fire the dagger right back at her attacker.
But there was no one there.
Cordelia ran out the door, grabbing a towel along the way, but the masked girl wasn't in the hallway either. Or on the stairs. Or downstairs. She had vanished. Cordelia held the towel up to her face to try and stop the bleeding on her cheek. "Who the **** was that?" she said out loud.
And then she remembered Dawn.
Or more accurately, a lack of Dawn.
"Dawn!? Where are you?" Cordelia yelled, starting to panic.
She heard a "˜mmph' sound from the living room, and rushed in. There was Dawn, lying on the sofa with her mouth gagged and her hands tied behback, but otherwise unharmed. She quickly untied Dawn's hands and the cloth that was tied around her head to gag her mouth. "Dawn, are you ok?" Cordelia asked.
"I'm fine. You looked pretty cut up though," said Dawn, "and I've seen you naked more times this week than I have with your cloths on!"
Cordelia, realizing for the second time in two days that she was totally naked in front of Dawn, covered herself quickly with her towel. Dawn, seeing the embarrassed expression on her friend's face couldn't help but giggle.
"Glad to see you're not too bothered by being bound and gagged." Said Cordelia.
"Oh that sucked for sure, but she didn't hurt me at all. Who was it?"
"Dunno. She was fast though."
"Well you can play detective tomorrow," said Dawn, "but for now let me stitch you up."
[So thats it; the first 5 chapters. If you'd like to read more pls reply and I'll post the rest. Thanks for reading!]
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