Choices- A Second Chance

By Hannah-Freya Anderson

Silken sheets, Cordeilia groaned. "argggh,mmmmm"

She attempted to sit up, only to be met with a sharp pain in her head. "Ohh what did I get up to last night, I curse whoever invented alcohol!"

"Well, well,well." came a voice "Lookie here who's up!"

Cordeilia looked to where the voice was coming from, to see an elderly lady wearing one of those black and white maids outfits that you see in movies set in the olden days, "It's a wonder you're alive, from what I heard about you're rendeavous upstairs I'm surprised angelus didn't have a human barbeque party with you as the main course!" The woman chuckled at her own joke,

"Yeah, right whatever." Began Cordeilia. "Where am I anyway?"

"Oh you're in the masters cabin, he was up with all the other males on deck, all night"

"Oh... o.k you do realize you work for a vampire don't you?"

"Well yes I do, but as my father always said, it is better to be the right hand of the devil than to be in his path...my father was a very smart man"

"Um yeah,sure listen am i like a prisoner or can i go already"

"Well certainly, although there's not very many places you can go from here, unless your dream is spending the rest of your life in the belly of a shark!"

"Ummm yeah see you!"

Cordeilia was out the door and was immediately greeted with a salty spray, she yawned, ' well good morning to you to' she thought. now that it was daytime the ship and surrounding areas didn't look as dank as they did before, they looked like, something out of loch ness, the movie. Beautiful green cliff's met her a she stared over the ships railing. "So where am I anyway?" She said to herself she continued her walk along the deck until she came to a door, she had an overwhelming urge to open it, when she did she was immediately met will a strange feeling, an air of power and evil, she realized with a start. She whirled around preparing to leave, when a voice stopped her,

"Ahh I see you're awake, good." She turned back to face him, "My we are daring aren't we, exploring, most girls would sit around whimmpering or praying. But you.....you are much different, from California, in America, my I had heard the girls over there were a lot more bold, but really I had no idea.......there was another thing that bothered me." He took something out of his pocket, 'my wallet' she realized.

"The date on this....drivers license?" It was a question, she realized. "Forgive me." He began again, "But would you care to explain what exactly a drivers license is?" "And,.... what would a such a pretty young lady such as yourself be doing with one?" Cordeilia lent forward and promptly snatched the small card out of his large hands.

"None of your bee's wax, and just what do you think you're doing going through my personal stuff, even James Bond wouldn't have done that, sheesh, what is your childhood trauma!"

Angelus looked at her. "And James Bond would be who exactly?"

Cordeilia stared at him in disbelief, "That is supposed to be funny how?"

Cordeilia sent him her best look of utter disdain. Angelus suddenly burst out laughing and smoothed a tendril of hair from her forhead, "We certainly are quite the character aren't we?" he drawled.

Cordeilia,who was by now very unimpressed, mimicked his giggle, and with the same tone that you would use on a child, that Angelus had, had the audacity to use on her she responded "what is your deal with speaking in the third person already?"

"Speaking in the third person well really, I suppose it is a habit, all my minions, only the ones I'm close with of course, have commented on it also"

Cordeilia looked at him "Yeah, and strangely enough, even though I was around you most of the time, I never noticed"

Cordeilia pointed out to him. Angelus looked at her, she looked at him, and an awkward silence filled the room, Angelus was the first to break it.

"Mmmmm" he said, taking an uneeded breath as he began to circle her, she noticed now that he had another object in his hand, he began to tap each finger with it 'oh my god' she realized with a start 'it's a knife , he's going to gutt me!!'

"Yes," he began, pausing,

"You were speaking last evening of such an absurd thing as I, myself, knowing you, but I really do think you are mistaken, for I am certain I would remember a such lovely young lady with hair like that of a raven"

Cordeilia stood there, caught between the urge to run, and the urge to finish calculating what he had just said, cordeilia, for all her come backs, was at a loss for words, had Angel just given her a compliment 'scratch that girlfriend, he's no angel - move your butt now or he's going to kill you'

"Yeah" she said with a nervous laugh as she backed towards the door "Raven hair, now there's a good name for revlon to use on their next colour, I can just see the billboard in times square- raven hair, the new generation of hair colour" By now cordeilia was in striking distance, her hand reached out to the door knob "Well thanks for the fabulous accommodation and all but hey, you know, there's no place like home-" She grabbed the door knob, turned it and pushed with all her might- only to find that luck and fate were against her. she whirled around, trying to break the lock or kick open the door, only to have a firm pair or arms, cool as ice to lock around her waist and hertle her onto the desk, which thankfully had nothing but her small purse on it.

"Locked I'm afraid" he said giving her a cringe of sympathy. she got up off the desk, looked him stralight in the eye and suddenly burst out laughing

"You...know what-" she said in between giggles as Angelus moved closer " the funniest thing is..... that there is absolutely no humor in this and here I am, laughing- right before I die"

Angelus by now had reached her, and was looking in her eyes almost tenderly Cordeilia stopped, and composed herself, automaticly sliding into the persona of the airheaded cheerleader that she had perfected over 18 years. Angelus leaned in close

"Let me kiss you." he whispered

"What?" Cordeilia cried "Here, now?"

"Yes" he whispered

"If not here where, if not now when?" Cordeilia frowned

"You're confusing me, where?"

"Here" he answered quickly

"When?" she asked hesitantly

"NOW!" he yelled his impatience getting the better of him

"But......why?" cordielia stuttered. A look of confusion crossed his features "I honestly don't know." He looked at her, she was beautiful, undoubtably, but she would grow to be so much more glorious than the vision she was before him today, he had over the years of his life and unlife, watched may a lady, he knew, and had seen the way women age, true she was a beauty, and to the untrained and unattuned mortal male, her current beauty would be all they saw, but Angelus saw , in his minds eye, the goddess, that in 5 or so years would stand before him and he would be damned if he would share either her current beauty or future goddess-like state with anyone, be they male or female, mortal or immortal. 'I will make sure that she stays mine and only mine' he thought savagely, before promptly flicking his had out to her throat, and pushing at the pulse point, the movement, as he knew it would immediately rended her unconsious.

"Wesley" she muttered before slipping into the arms of Angelus as darkness enveloped her.

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