Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: pre-Angel/Cordelia, mentioned Angel/Buffy
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush Day 1:
Word Count: 584
Date Written: 7 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
“Hello, salty goodness,” Cordelia murmured as she watched the handsome stranger come into the Bronze again on another night. She’d watched him from afar every night he’d come here after Buffy, and why on Earth he was after that misplaced blonde when she had so little to offer him Cordelia still couldn’t figure out. She was older than Buffy, and although their age difference was much, she knew a great deal more about how to please a man than the girl from LA would probably ever learn. Cordelia smirked just thinking about their differences.
There were other guys in the club trying to get her attention, but she paid them no mind. She just shook her head when some young hunk asked her to dance. She was on her own kind of patrol, watching the stranger and trying to figure out how to lure him to her. There were rumors that he was of the fanged variety, which made even little sense as to why he would go after the one who was killing his kind, but it did make sense in an altogether different aspect.
Cordelia watched the stranger move and remembered hearing Buffy call him Angel. She didn’t know if that was really his name or a nickname, but it fit him either way. It fit the sensual grace with which he moved and the air he had about him that spoke of wisdom and experience that the kids in this place could only guess and wonder at. Cordy sipped her drinking, toying with her straw with her tongue, and thought of how she’d like to experience him.
Learning anybody else was of the undead variety would have been enough to turn her away from them in disgust in a human heartbeat. Yet it didn’t bother her in the least to think of Angel being a Vampire. In fact, now she understood why so many romance stories spoke of the Vampire bite being a sexual experience. She’d sure love to have him on her neck, even if he was drinking her blood. And one night, she promised herself as she stood to sashay toward him, she would have his undivided attention.
She locked eyes with him from across the club. She moved like the sensual, sexual predator she was and knew his eyes were feasting on every curve. That’s right, bad boy, she thought, letting her beautiful, full lips curve up into a slow, sexy smile. Come and get me.
Suddenly, some guy from the local college stepped into her pathway. He was cute enough in his own way, but comparing him to the likes of Angel was like comparing hamburger to steak. Cordelia wasn’t interested. She quickly declined his invitation for a dance and stepped around him, but Angel was already gone. She huffed. Undoubtedly Buffy had already found him, and they’d left the club together.
That’s all right, little Miss Slayer, she thought, looking around the club again before heading back to her table in the spotlight. You may be the Slayer of Vamps and things that go bump in the night, but I’m the Slayer of men. Enjoy him while you can, but he’s going to end up with me. She smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling as she thought of what her future held. Angel would be hers, or she wasn’t Miss Cordelia Chase, Queen Bitch of Sunnydale. And of course she was just as Angel was meant to be hers.