Shades of Hell
Blazing yellow eyes were following her every move.
The past week in the hellhole she called home had been the longest of her life. Ever since her encounter with Mr. Evil Incarnate everything had changed. She'd tried to divert her attention, stop the constant thoughts about the event. To no avail. No amount of shopping in expensive stores or dancing with the most handsome guys till the wee hours had helped.
Even though she'd never spotted him face to face again, she knew instinctively it was him who was after her. She felt his piercing stare at the back of her neck wherever she went. Every cell inside her body was reacting to his attention. Pure fear rising, tightening her throat and making her sweat all over when he was especially close.
At night dreams — anything but innocent — haunted her and made her drown in the thrall he must have put on her. Her days were filled with daydreams of the same variety.
Occasionally she did think of running away to escape the horror or to tell the others. The moments were rare; it would only complicate things even more. She always managed to scrape up every ounce of courage and resistance she could still find in herself. The constant struggle cost her so much energy, though, maybe than she had left. Being in the company of others — like tonight at the Bronze — relieved her somewhat of the pressure.
Now she was all alone.
Warm chocolate-colored eyes clung to every curve of her body.
The few meters to her car seemed like miles upon miles to her. She felt being watched and couldn't help turning around every other step she took. A deep feeling of dread was unsettling her stomach. Her feet accelerated without her brain's conscious input.
She knew, he was close and she wouldn't stand a chance against a full onslaught of Angelus, whatever it was he wanted from her. That didn't mean she wouldn't fight with everything she had.
Six days, twenty hours, eight minutes and hiding time was over.
Cordelia had thought she would be safe once she reached her car- she couldn't have been more wrong. He, her worst nightmare, was leaning casually against the side of her convertible as if he didn't have a care in the world. Her heart nearly stopped beating when she spotted the seductive smirk adorning his lips and eyes holding promises she didn't dare think about.
Resistance was a hard task when confronted with two hundred years of vast experience.
Her eyes apparently had a mind of their own and started traveling over the very male body in front of her.
One word, one word only, was left in her brain. Obscene. His blood-red silk shirt was obscenely wide open revealing an obscene amount of his pale muscular chest. Obscenely tight leather pants didn't do anything for modesty. Unfortunately, she also felt obscenely attracted to that open display of male perfection.
Suddenly there was this burst of adrenaline, rushing through her. Her mouth was quicker than her brain. Before she could stop herself, she provoked him further, voice laced with annoyance. "What do you want? In fact, I don't care. Just get away from my car."
If possible that smirk got even wider. He ignored her demand, instead taunted her with a question of his own, "Missed me, honey?"
Repressed memories forced their way back to the surface relentlessly. It had only been a matter of seconds but the intensity of the moment was forever imprinted in her mind. Cordelia still felt the heavy weight of his massive but lean body weighing her down, his hands in places they shouldn't ever go, his tempting lips so close. Every single thing had been memorized and hadn't left her alone ever since, following her just like he did. She hadn't been afraid then, only surprised.
Clinging to her last shred of sanity, she tried to keep up with his mind games. "Why should I've been missing you?"
Her annoyance crept up to unknown heights. She never once spared a second to the thought that he could kill her within a second tops, suck her dry and who knew what else.
"Now I'm offended," he sighed exasperatedly pressing his hand over his non-beating heart in mock hurt.
Slowly, so very slowly, he came closer without her ever acknowledging the fact. He was, after all, a master of the art of seduction.
Resistance was futile when you played with the devil.
Playing she would be — if she wanted or not but Angelus was quite sure she would put up one hell of a fight. And he was already looking forward to it. Not only her beauty but more so her strong character and stubbornness would provide so much more fun than his original plan of destroying the world.
Yes, the future was definitely looking bright and Cordelia would learn that soon.
Huffing she tried to go around him to get to her car and finally away from him. She never stood a chance. A strong arm caught her around the waist like a steel band. Her rebellious actions only served to turn him on further.
"Let me go, you ass!"
"But I've got plans for us, honey. Plans that involve you and many hours of pleasure," he told her, excited like a four-year-old. His eyes were fixed on her jugular vein and he just had to lick his lips in hunger.
"You wish!" she pressed out through gritted teeth. The moment the two words left her lips she knew it had been the wrong thing to say, only giving him more ammunition. Once again she cursed her runaway mouth. His only reply was a long leering look up and down her body that made her shiver from head to toe. Not out of fear.
"What do I have to do to get rid of you?" It was a big risk, she was sure but there was nothing she wanted more than to go home and sink into a hot bubble bath to relax a bit. She also wanted to get away from him, she just didn't trust herself around him anymore. Thinking clearly in a situation like this was so not high up on her list.
The evil smirk was still there, on full force. The ball was back in his court and round one had to end now. He chose his next words carefully.
"Possibilities, all those possibilities... come and be my toy, honey."
