Eden
by Anat

Cordelia looked at him in horror. "Angel?"

He chuckled. "Why that was sooner than I thought..." he said to himself.

He looked at Cordelia. "And here's that terrible actress again. Actually I'm not sure 'actress' is the right word for you",

"How could it be?" Cordelia was still trying to digest what happened.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make your way to Hollywood. You just need to open up a little, like open your legs to some important producer..."

Cordelia started to walk backwards, he reached out and grabbed her arms.

"That is if you stay alive of course", he grinned evilly and exposed his fangs. "I doubt it".

He leaned down to her bare neck. Cordelia was frozen with shock.

"Angel! What are you doing?" Wesley was standing at the doorway.

Angel snarled and raised his head. "Now what this clown wants?" he mutters to himself.

Wesley fixed his glasses on his nose. "You're not Angel!"

Angelus rolled his eyes, grabbing Cordelia by her throat, holding her prisoner. "Gee, is it just me or L.A atmosphere makes people smarter?"

"Let her go", Wesley waved his finger at him.

"You didn't say the magic word", Angelus chuckled.

"Don't make me hurt you", Wesley said pulling out a cross.

"Oh please do", Angelus grinned, caressing Cordelia's neck.

Cordelia was starting to sweat and swallow hard.

"Shoot the hostage..." She murmured.

"Huh?" Wesley tried to understand what she said.

"Shoot the hostage!" she called out.

"What?" he was puzzled.

Angelus moved in for the bite.

"Shoot the hostage! Now!" she started yelling.

Wesley threw his cross, it hit Angelus. He hissed and grimaced in pain and let go of Cordelia, she ran away from him and grabbed Wesley's hand.

"Goddammit, have you never seen 'Speed'??" She asked furiously, as they started running away.

"As a matter of fact, I haven't," he panted as they ran outside.

They kept running down the street, away from their pursuer.

"Where are we going?" Cordelia asked.

"To my abode".

"Your place? Why can't we go to my beautiful-"

"Because Angel been to your apartment. He's invited there", Wesley explained.

Angelus kicked the door open. He looked around. "So what should I do to let Cordy know I was here? Leave a note?"

The tv was turned on loudly, Angelus turned his head.

"Phantom Dennis", he smirked. A flying book hit his head.

"Hey now, I didn't even got started", Angelus huffed, rubbing his head. Some more flying furniture headed his way and Angelus moved quickly to avoid it.

"Now that's rude", Angelus said grabbing a vase that was about to hit him.

"You stupid ghost. You think you can stop me? You're worthless. You weren't any good even when you were alive. Buried alive by his old lady. Ha ha you have got to be kidding", Angelus laughed briefly, breaking the vase to pieces on the wall.

Wind started blowing in the house. Angelus growled and left the place.

"No fun", he muttered. "I guess I'll make an appearance to Sunnydale. See what good ole Buffy is up to".

"You could have just say no", Cordelia said all of a sudden.

"Wh-what?" Wesley asked, confused.

"When I asked you if you saw that movie, you could have just said 'no' instead of 'as a matter of fact blah blah blah'", she said, mimicking his voice.

"I'm sorry, I haven't realized that bothers you so much. It's not like Angel being uncontrollably unleashed in the streets in his evil murderous psychopathic persona".

"Sheesh, here you go again. How long have you been in the states Wesley?"

"Hmmm, for about a year now, I suppose".

"And you still haven't learn that?"

"Haven't learned what?"

"Argh! Never mind!" She huffed and looked at him for a moment.

"So what are we going to do? I thought those drugs were temporary".

"I think there were some side effects that we have not considered", he said pensively.

"Can't we reverse that? He will stalk us and boy, do I don't need to even mention the things he did two years ago when Buffy-"

"Good heavens! We have got to warn Buffy!" Wesley cut her out.

"Hmm.. and that's because?"

"He'll be back to finish off what he started". Wesley picked up his phone. Cordelia look at the old designed dial ring.

Buffy was snuggling close to Riley's chest. She has been crying hysterically with no apparent reason until she fell asleep in his arms. He didn't know what's wrong with her or what to say, so he just held her.

Buffy couldn't tell Riley why she was so upset. He still didn't know about her life, about Angel. Angel... Buffy sighed quietly, drifting off to sleep. How could she tell Riley she was- is- in love with someone else. Moreover a vampire. The lowest of the low. How could she tell Riley that he's only her rebound guy, the guy she chose to compromise on to sooth her mooning and yearnings to her demon lover.

How she would still be sacrificing her life for him, even if he's not her boyfriend anymore. Their love was stronger than death. Their bond was stronger than life. And she felt something was wrong even if he was miles away, she could feel he was harmed. And it scared her. She was scared that after all she's been through, after all the time that passed, she was still not over him, unable to move on, even though it looked like she did. How on earth could she tell all that to Riley? So she came over to his place, to see him and make herself believe she really loves him, give him her body again, but her dream, along with the bad feelings, were too much and she burst into tears when he opened his door.

The phone in Buffy's house was ringing. No one picked it up. Joyce was awake, even though it was late at night, or early in the morning. She was in her daughter's ex-room. It was now a gallery to all of her art works. She figured that since her daughter was living in the dorms now, she could use the free space in the house. So she was busy arranging her recent works and some of her own drawings and paid no attention to the ringing phone.

"There's no answer", Wesley put the funnel back on the hook.

"Why would he go to Sunnydale anyway? I wouldn't wanna go back to that hole", she shrugged.

"From what I've read about Angelus it seems that he doesn't rest until he gets what he pleases".

"Oh I get it. At least Buffy is the one to have the headache over this one-"

Cordelia suddenly slumped her head on the table, grasping Wesley's arm and breathing heavily.

She saw Angelus laughing evilly. Flash. Buffy facing Angelus. Flash. Blurry images. She lifted her head from the table.

Putting her hand to her forehead, she sighed and closed her eyes briefly.

"Now you're telling me! Thanks a lot!" she called when she opened her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling.

"What did you see?"

"Nothing we didn't already know. looks like the mail was slow today".

"And I'm guessing Buffy was involved?"

"Yeah, headache for nothing. Oh well, I should visit my hometown anyway. Remind them I still exist".

Part Three

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