He smiled as she took his hand and moved it where she wanted it.  He
touched her gently, then getting a little more rough.  She worked on
his beltbuckly again.  He looked down.  "Hurry."  He breathed.  He
has always been able to please her.  Always able to make the baddest
bad around scream and beg.  His other hand moved up her body slowly
and pulled her head down to kiss her.  "Hurry up..."  He said as he
kissed her.

She thrust her chest out as her head rolled back some, taking
unneeded gasps of breaths. He could do this to her all the time, she
just wandering why she hadn't felt it when they were
human. "You...only you.." She whispered when he asked what she
wanted. It was the same answer everytime, she didn't know why he
always asked.

  Her eyes opened slowly to gaze at him through a lust filled gaze,
one of her hands grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to exactly
where she wanted it while the other began to work on his beltbuckle
again, trying to get it undone.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> He felt her playing with his beltbuckle.  "What do you want?"  He
> whispered into her ear, gently biting it and kissing her lips.  He
> pulled her down onto the floor, letting her be on top.  She liked
it
> better when she was in control.  He could make her scream for it,
but
> she wanted teh control.  He moved her head down to his and kissed
> her, pulling down the top of her dress. He kissed down her neck, to
> her shoulder, then to her chest.  He put a hand on her thigh,
feeling
> her skin against his hand.  He moved up slowly under her skirt.

He felt her playing with his beltbuckle.  "What do you want?"  He
whispered into her ear, gently biting it and kissing her lips.  He
pulled her down onto the floor, letting her be on top.  She liked it
better when she was in control.  He could make her scream for it, but
she wanted teh control.  He moved her head down to his and kissed
her, pulling down the top of her dress. He kissed down her neck, to
her shoulder, then to her chest.  He put a hand on her thigh, feeling
her skin against his hand.  He moved up slowly under her skirt.

Buffy closed her eyes again as his whisper for no more games. That
was fine by her as long as his lips were on her, his hands touching
her. She brought one hand to the back of his head and guided his lips
roughly to hers again, wanting notthing more than to drowned his his
essence at that moment. "Please.." She murmured against his lips as
they softened, hating that at times like this he could make her beg
when it should be the other way around. Her hand slipped between
them, playing with his beltbuckle, "Please.." she repeated.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander laughed a bit till she pressed her nails into his back.  His
> face went straight and he wanted her now, more than ever.  He
kissed
> her roughly, moving his hand up her skirt slowly and between her
> legs.  "No more games."  His other hand slid the strap of her dress
> off her shoulder.  He had wanted her more than any person alive
when
> he first meant her.  He thought when you were turned into a vampire
> you lose all feelings and touch of humanity.  But for some reason
his
> soul fused with his new demon.  He still had feelings for Cordelia,
> and in the back of his mind he wished Buffy was her.  He wouldn't
let
> her know though.  For all she needed to know, he was hers for as
long
> as they were alive, so to speak.

Xander laughed a bit till she pressed her nails into his back.  His
face went straight and he wanted her now, more than ever.  He kissed
her roughly, moving his hand up her skirt slowly and between her
legs.  "No more games."  His other hand slid the strap of her dress
off her shoulder.  He had wanted her more than any person alive when
he first meant her.  He thought when you were turned into a vampire
you lose all feelings and touch of humanity.  But for some reason his
soul fused with his new demon.  He still had feelings for Cordelia,
and in the back of his mind he wished Buffy was her.  He wouldn't let
her know though.  For all she needed to know, he was hers for as long
as they were alive, so to speak.

Buffy pressed hard into him as she felt his teeth slize at her
tongue, drawing a moan from deep within her throat. She licked her
lips, her eyes closed as his mouth trailed to her neck, kissing and
teasing. Yet her eyes opened when he moved and she smirked when he
smiled and looked into her eyes, and although she liked this to be
nothing more than a sire/childe exchange, it would always be a little
more to her..

  "Well then stop parading around like you've just won a trophy and
show me what you've got." She teased, her own hands moving under his
shirts and caressing his back, pressing her blunt nails into his skin
every few seconds.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander closed his eyes as she drank the blood from his finger.  he
> looked back into the corner of the elevator.  "I'm sure they're
> watching."  He turned back around kissing her, pushing her hard
> against the door.  He gently bit her tongue, getting another taste
of
> her blood.  He knew, being a vampire, that this was apart of their
> romance.  The exchange of blood.
>
> He slowly kissed her neck, moving his hand back down to her waist.
> He pulled at her skirt.  "It'll be the best thing they ever see."
He
> looked into her cold eyes, and smiled.

Xander closed his eyes as she drank the blood from his finger.  he
looked back into the corner of the elevator.  "I'm sure they're
watching."  He turned back around kissing her, pushing her hard
against the door.  He gently bit her tongue, getting another taste of
her blood.  He knew, being a vampire, that this was apart of their
romance.  The exchange of blood.

He slowly kissed her neck, moving his hand back down to her waist.
He pulled at her skirt.  "It'll be the best thing they ever see."  He
looked into her cold eyes, and smiled.

Buffy's eyes darkened with lust as her lips wrapped around his
finger. She bit down gently, softly coaxing the blood to flow into
her mouth. She lapped at his finger for a moment before she pulled it
away, "You know exactly what your doing." She accused, yet at the
same time was wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling his closer.

  "I bet they have camera's in here.." She said suggestively. She
guessed that it came with being a vampire, that kinkiness, not that
she was wasn't loving it or anything, it made everything so much more
pleasurable. "Why don't we give them a show?" She quirked an eyebrow.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> "Who me?"  He said with an innocent look on his face.  He licking
his
> finger again, getting the last of her blood off.  "What exactly am
I
> doing?  And this elevator doesn't look as boring as it did a few
> minutes ago."  He smiled slowly, pushing her against the elevator
> doors.  He put his hand on her hip, touching her dress.  It slowly
> moved up her body and he slid a finger into her mouth.
>
> "So what is this silly boy?"

"Who me?"  He said with an innocent look on his face.  He licking his
finger again, getting the last of her blood off.  "What exactly am I
doing?  And this elevator doesn't look as boring as it did a few
minutes ago."  He smiled slowly, pushing her against the elevator
doors.  He put his hand on her hip, touching her dress.  It slowly
moved up her body and he slid a finger into her mouth.

"So what is this silly boy?"

Buffy chuckled turning to look at him again and then she was gone.
He was liking his fingers and she was incredibly horny now. "She can
wait, how many times has she been late to our meetings that WE call?
Plenty of times. We can spare a few moments." She grabbed him by his
jacket and pushed him back into the elevator. As the doors shut she
pressed the emergency stop button to keep them from moving. "Do you
have any idea what your doing silly boy?"

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander smiled as she tasted the blood from his cheek.  It was a
bond
> that only they could share.  He did take great join in being chosen
> be her to be by her side forever.  He knew she wouldn't turn
against
> him and find another, but she was the most evil thing he'd ever
> seen.  For as good as she used to be she was twice as evil.
>
> He followed her out of the elevator licking his fingers.  He wanted
> to continue what they had begun but it would have to wait.  They
> walked up to Lilah's door and Xander paused.  "Do we knock?"

Xander smiled as she tasted the blood from his cheek.  It was a bond
that only they could share.  He did take great join in being chosen
be her to be by her side forever.  He knew she wouldn't turn against
him and find another, but she was the most evil thing he'd ever
seen.  For as good as she used to be she was twice as evil.

He followed her out of the elevator licking his fingers.  He wanted
to continue what they had begun but it would have to wait.  They
walked up to Lilah's door and Xander paused.  "Do we knock?"

Buffy looked over at Xander curiously as he lifted her hand to his
mouth after giving it a gentle squeeze. Her curiousity turned to lust
and desire as he slid his fangs smoothly into her palm, lapping at
her blood. The blood between them was powerful, and it could turn her
on in a heartbeat (no pun intended) when he did that. She felt the
corner of her mouth turn up when he flashed her that fangy grin.

  "I'm not sure myself..Probably just wants to go over somemore plans,
or has something important to tell us. I don't usually ask, do you
know how irratating it is listening to that woman talk over a phone?"
She questioned with a raised eyebrow. She moved herself closer to
him, allowing him to keep hold of her hand as she stepped directly
infront of him. She brushed a hand against his face gently before
sliding a sharp fingernail across his cheek, then moving to lap up
the blood that appeared with her tongue. The pleasureable pain and
blood between them could get either going in minute. "Payback's a
bitch." She murmured close to his ear as she pressed her body tightly
against his, then pulled back with the elevator doors opened. She
flashed him a grin as she started out of the elevator.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander watched her go out of the limo.  Her black dress flowing as
she
> walked.  She was dead, cold, but not to him.  He was hers, and he
knew
> it.  He would have to do what she wanted, if he wanted to or not.
He
> didn't mind anymore.  It had been almost a year.  They were together
> now, he was evil and he had to get used to it.
>
> He stepped into the elevator and it closed behind him.  It started
> moving up quickly and he looked over at Buffy.  He knew she was
> thinking, or maybe even plotting.  It didn't matter, whatever she
had
> in store, he would be apart of it.  He took her hand in his and
> squeezed it gently.  He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her
> palm, he bit into a bit and drink some blood.  "You taste good."  He
> smiled, his fangs showing now.  "What does Lilah want anyways?"

Xander watched her go out of the limo.  Her black dress flowing as she
walked.  She was dead, cold, but not to him.  He was hers, and he knew
it.  He would have to do what she wanted, if he wanted to or not.  He
didn't mind anymore.  It had been almost a year.  They were together
now, he was evil and he had to get used to it.

He stepped into the elevator and it closed behind him.  It started
moving up quickly and he looked over at Buffy.  He knew she was
thinking, or maybe even plotting.  It didn't matter, whatever she had
in store, he would be apart of it.  He took her hand in his and
squeezed it gently.  He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her
palm, he bit into a bit and drink some blood.  "You taste good."  He
smiled, his fangs showing now.  "What does Lilah want anyways?"

Emma looked ready to object, that her brother wouldn't be able to
reach her anywhere. She didn't have a cell phone, she didn't have
anywhere to stay, she didn't know anyone besides Wesley, she'd heard
of a few people but that was it. But she didn't want to mess with
this woman who looked about ready to kick her ass. She knew, that
with her powers, she would be able to hold her own, but now for long
and she would rather no get on anyone's bad side at the moment, yet
she couldn't help herself.

  "I'm just looking for my brother dammit." She resisted the urge to
stamp her foot like the 16 year old. "He told me he stayed here
and..." she sighed and shook her head, "Bloody hell, nevermind." She
muttered as she slipped her sunglasses back on, "Just tell him Emma
came by and that..." she shook her head to herself again. He wouldn't
be able to find her, not with the mess she was making things. "Look I
got into a tiff with my father and I thought it would be best to come
see dear old Wes, but obviously, he's not here. So I'll leave."

  ~Emma

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "latinagrrl2000" <latinagrrl2000@y...>
wrote:
>  Cordelia removed her hand from her knife, and placed her hands on
> her hips. This girl was a piece of work. The sweet, innocent
routine
> did nothing for Cordelia now. Not even Fred could pull it off
> anymore. They had seen too much. The girl narrowed her eyes, and
> licked her lips with attitude. Queen C style. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
> isn't here. I'll leave him a message for you if you want. If that's
> all, I suggest you leave. Right now."

Buffy shrugged unphased as the door opened for them and she slid
out, glancing back at Xander once before striding towards the
elevator. Sometimes she didn't get him. She knew he felt nothing for
her except an attraction, a lust, and the fact that she was his sire
fit right into that category. And because of that, a part of her hurt
and feared for the day he would leave her, and she hated herself for
that.

  Although she could not make herself feel anymore than she already
did for him, she liked to think of them as always being together, but
she knew it wouldn't happen. He would betray her in a heartbeat to be
with Cordelia, she knew he would, and somewhere deep inside of him,
he probably knew it too.

  She shook her confusing thoughts away as she and the others silently
waited for the elevator to take them up.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander felt himself smile slowly.  He couldn't resist Buffy, not
even
> before she sired him.  He would've done anything for her attention,
> for her to find him to be better than just a friend.  Now he had
her,
> and he really didn't care anymore.  He didn't care about anything
> except blood, and lust.  Aside from the blood he was still the same
> Xander Harris.
>
> He touched her hand gently and pushed it away slowly.  He turned his
> head and kissed her.  "We don't have time, otherwise you know...in a
> second I'd want you to take my mind off it."  He looked out the
window
> and saw the building approach.  The limo pulled into the underground
> parking structure and stopped in front of an elevator door.  "We're
here."

Cordelia removed her hand from her knife, and placed her hands on
her hips. This girl was a piece of work. The sweet, innocent routine
did nothing for Cordelia now. Not even Fred could pull it off
anymore. They had seen too much. The girl narrowed her eyes, and
licked her lips with attitude. Queen C style. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
isn't here. I'll leave him a message for you if you want. If that's
all, I suggest you leave. Right now."

Emma resisted the urge to bit her lip, yet backed up a little. The
look the woman before her was wearing could beat her father's
anyday. "I..I didn't men to intrude." She said quickly, her accent
coming in thick and clear, "I'm..I was told Wesley Wyndam-Price stays
here and I'd just like to see him.."

  She wasn't sure if she should tell this woman who she was, stick
around for her brother to show up, or bolt and just...just found
somewhere else to be, far away from the people that frightened her..

  ~Emma

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "latinagrrl2000" <latinagrrl2000@y...>
wrote:
>  Cordelia pushed Dennis aside, hearing the voice in the lobby.
> Unfamiliar. Cordelia walked hastily out to the lobby, her hand
> whipping around to her back, where a knife rested in her back
pocket.
> She touched the handle slightly, examining Emma. She cocked her
head
> slightly, her eyes narrowing. "If you don't want your pretty little
> face messed up further, you'll get out of here. We don't welcome
> strangers." She said curtly.

Xander felt himself smile slowly.  He couldn't resist Buffy, not even
before she sired him.  He would've done anything for her attention,
for her to find him to be better than just a friend.  Now he had her,
and he really didn't care anymore.  He didn't care about anything
except blood, and lust.  Aside from the blood he was still the same
Xander Harris.

He touched her hand gently and pushed it away slowly.  He turned his
head and kissed her.  "We don't have time, otherwise you know...in a
second I'd want you to take my mind off it."  He looked out the window
and saw the building approach.  The limo pulled into the underground
parking structure and stopped in front of an elevator door.  "We're here."

Cordelia pushed Dennis aside, hearing the voice in the lobby.
Unfamiliar. Cordelia walked hastily out to the lobby, her hand
whipping around to her back, where a knife rested in her back pocket.
She touched the handle slightly, examining Emma. She cocked her head
slightly, her eyes narrowing. "If you don't want your pretty little
face messed up further, you'll get out of here. We don't welcome
strangers." She said curtly.

Buffy sighed and shook her head, "Really Xander, do you feel some
sort of remorse towards Angel's death?" She questioned, amusement
flickering in her eyes as she stared at her childe, her lover,
her...well there wasn't much after that. Her second? Her once-upon-a-
time friend? She didn't want to dwell on those asbects, those human
years. Could you say 'Eww'?

  Her amusement flaired for a second as she rolled her eyes and
groaned, "Nothing will happen to us, you worry far too much for
someone who's supposed to be carefree. Your a vampire Harris, your
evil, and your devilishly handsome. All yummy, I could eat you right
up." She teased If there was one thing she could do, was distract
xander, even if he was slightly different from other vampires, he
could never resist to his sire.

  "Want me to take your mind off of it baby?" She question in a low
purr as she pressed against his side, one hand resting on his thigh
as she talked with her lips close to his ear.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander nodded.  "Yea, I get it Buffy.  I'm not a moron."  He opened
> the limo door for her as she got in.  He got in after her, shut the
> door and the car started.  He sat next to Buffy looking around the
> limo.  "What a wonderful life we don't live.  Lots of money, lots of
> luxuries and all we have to do is kill for it."  He said with a
smile.
>  The tinted windows kept the sun out, and the darkness inside.  The
> cold state of being he had to be in made him sick.  He rememebered
the
> warmth of a human hand.  The feeling of being loved, and loving.
The
> feeling of having pure fun.  Now he enjoyed massacres and drinking
> blood of innocent people.  He enjoyed it, and waited impatiently for
> me of it.
>
> He turned to Buffy.  "Lilah is expecting us.  She planning some
> anniversary party for his death?  I know celebrating is at the top
of
> my list."  His smile faded slowly.  He had wanted to see Angel die
for
> so long, but he never knew it would lead to his own death, but then
to
> his own revival as a vampire.  "I hate moving around during the
> daytime.  There's too much that can happen to us."  He tried to
change
> the subject.  He didn't want to talk about the old days, or anything
> that reminded him of them.

Xander nodded.  "Yea, I get it Buffy.  I'm not a moron."  He opened
the limo door for her as she got in.  He got in after her, shut the
door and the car started.  He sat next to Buffy looking around the
limo.  "What a wonderful life we don't live.  Lots of money, lots of
luxuries and all we have to do is kill for it."  He said with a smile.
  The tinted windows kept the sun out, and the darkness inside.  The
cold state of being he had to be in made him sick.  He rememebered the
warmth of a human hand.  The feeling of being loved, and loving.  The
feeling of having pure fun.  Now he enjoyed massacres and drinking
blood of innocent people.  He enjoyed it, and waited impatiently for
me of it.

He turned to Buffy.  "Lilah is expecting us.  She planning some
anniversary party for his death?  I know celebrating is at the top of
my list."  His smile faded slowly.  He had wanted to see Angel die for
so long, but he never knew it would lead to his own death, but then to
his own revival as a vampire.  "I hate moving around during the
daytime.  There's too much that can happen to us."  He tried to change
the subject.  He didn't want to talk about the old days, or anything
that reminded him of them.

Buffy coolly looked back at Xander as they made their way towards
the limo. She hated the fact that he felt something towards Cordelia
and she knew he did, she could feel crawling under her skin like bugs
trying to get out. SHE was HIS sire, he should feel nothing but hate
towards the woman she was out to get.

  "Letting you die would be too easy, the pain would stop. I want the
pain to be endless when it comes to her." She said in a cold
voice. "And I'll let you know when's the next time I plan to make a
move, but for now, you are to keep away from them, byt all means. I
don't care what you want to do with them, you stay away." She
snapped, it wasn't a request, it was an order, and he better follow
it.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> Xander shook his head. "That's what I've been saying." He stuck his
> hands in his pockets and threw on his sunglasses. It was pointless
> yes, but he thought it made him look even more evil. If you're
forced
> to be a vampire, you might as well be as bad as you can, right? He
> straightened his jacket and followed her down the hallway. "You know
> it's been a year now, right? He's been dead, and you've done your
> best to torture her. I wish you would just kill her already. She
> doesn't deserve this much pai...to live. She doesn't deserve to
live."
>
> He shook his head. He had been trying his hardest to hide the fact
> that he wanted to turn Cordelia for himself, but it was beginning to
> be harder all the time. He remember thinking vampires couldn't have
> feelings, but why did he want Cordelia so much. He remembered the
> exact moment Buffy turned him. It was so unexpected and it was only
> to torture Cordelia and Willow. It had nothing to do with her
needing
> him. Now he was her little lap dog, her lap dog that could kick ass,
> but still a lackie.
>
> He followed her down the stairs and stopped her from walking. "What
> are we doing...now I mean? What do you have planned for A.I.?
> Something good I hope. I'm tired of seeing Willow's puppy dog eyes
> everytime she sees us in vamp face. All sad and 'why me'. It's funny
> sometimes, but now it's pathetic. Don't get me started on that son
of
> a bitch Dennis. Never leaving Cordelia's side like some kind of
> little...uh sticky thing stuck to her side." He thought for a
minute.
> "Ok, not the best analogy but still. What's next on our list of
terror?"

Emma Wyndam-Price stared at her father in a outrage. He ws talking
to these other council men about her like she didn't even stand in
the room, like she wasn't right there hearing every single word. Of
course, it wasn't anything new to her, it had been like this for so
many years, only getting worse after Wesley left for the states and
never came back. Her brother, her dear brother who had left her to
defend for herself so he could save himself, not that she blamed him
at all.

  "Father." Emma said through clenched teeth drawing the attention of
the three men that stood before her, "May I have a word with you?"

  Addison Wyndam-Price(not sure of wes's father's name) turned to
glare at his youngest child, only daughter, "Darling.." He said in
such a sweet, and faux tone that it sent chills down Emma's
spine. "Don't talk while the important men are conversing, you know I
*hate* being interupted*." As his sudden change in tone, she turned
and fled the room, going into the magick training room she knew a
little too well.

  She'd been practicing her magicks, practicing getting strong since
Wesley left home, since she was only 11 years old. Her father had
even pushed her to do this, and if she hadn't, she would be grounded,
or sent to bed without dinner, and her mother did nothing to stop any
of this, even with Wesley wa- NO! She refused to think about that.

  She stood quickly as someone entered the training room, her dark
hair flipping into her face briefly as her hazel eyes flashed towards
her father. She cringed as she saw his red face, the anger in his
eyes as he stalked towars her.

  "You do no address me like so while I'm talking to my coleeges(sp?),
do you understand me?" He questioned in a deathly calm tone.

  "Yes sir.." She said quickly, her voice shaking a little as she back
up, but he continued to move towards her. Finally, unable to stand
being pressured and backed into a corner, she stopped and stared at
her father, her eyes becoming hard. "How can you stand there and talk
about me like that. Like I'm some sort of animal, some sort of
experiement for you and this blast council? What is wrong with you?"
She demanded angrily. "To do this to me..t-"

  "You don't speak to your father that way! Show your respect girl!"
Her father boomed and instead of cowering away and being frightened,
it only fueled her anger that was suddenly burning to be free.

  "Father? You call yourself my father?" She spat out with a
glare, "Your nothing but a man that beds my mother, th-" She never
got anyfarther when suddenly his hand had been raised and backhanded
her hard. She froze, her head snapped to the side, her hair in her
face, her father's hand still in mid-air and her cheek, side of her
face was throbbing as well as her lip. She brougth a hand to her lips
only to find that it was bleeding.

  The bloody bastard had split her lip, and she could already feel the
bruise beginning to form on her right cheek. But that was the least
of her worries, she suddenly remembered why she had so feared her
father.

  ***Memory***

  "Daddy, please don't hurt my Wesley, please, 'tis my fault!" A small
girl of about age 8 or so with a head of dark hair, frightened hazel
eyes pleading with her father, but she saw no remorse.

  "Stay out of this girl. Trying to cover for your pathetic excuse for
a brother, go to your room now! Go now, because I decide to drop you
off at that orphanage home down the street. Would you like that Emma?
Would you like to be with those suffering children when you have a
family here? NOw, get to your room!" He bellowed, which shook the
little girl and took off sobbing.

  Their walls were thin, it wouldn't be years until she was able to
not hear that sounds of her father 'spanking' her brother for things
he had not done.

  She remembered vividly the sounds of a belt being taken off, the
sounds of Wesley crying out, the sounds of that belt hiting flesh,
her fathers hollers that only grew as Wesley got older and fought
back and-

  ***End***

  She was pulled from her memories as she stared at her father
horrified. Why had she pushed that back after so many years, how
could she just forget what Wesley had gone through while all she got
was yelled at, but now, now she was frightened to what her father
would do. Start hitting her like he did Wesley? Blame her for things
she never did?

  She snapped, "No!" She flicked her wrist and her father was packed
up against the wall, giving her enough time to dash out of the
training room and out of that hell hole of a life.

                        ***************

  And that lead her to know, walking into the hotel her brother
supposedly lived in. She had snucke details out of him the night
before while she talked to him for the first time in what seemed like
years. He had no clue she was coming, no one did. She had flown in
the night before, still shaken and terrified of her father.

  She pulled off her sunglasses, revealing a nice light shaded purple
bruise on the side of her face, a cut on her lip. She set down her
bags on a step and just stood ther for a moment, then finally called
out.

  "'Ello? Anyone here?" She called out into the hotel.

  ~Emma Wyndam-Price

  (OOC: Sorry it was so long)

Xander shook his head. "That's what I've been saying." He stuck his
hands in his pockets and threw on his sunglasses. It was pointless
yes, but he thought it made him look even more evil. If you're forced
to be a vampire, you might as well be as bad as you can, right? He
straightened his jacket and followed her down the hallway. "You know
it's been a year now, right? He's been dead, and you've done your
best to torture her. I wish you would just kill her already. She
doesn't deserve this much pai...to live. She doesn't deserve to live."

He shook his head. He had been trying his hardest to hide the fact
that he wanted to turn Cordelia for himself, but it was beginning to
be harder all the time. He remember thinking vampires couldn't have
feelings, but why did he want Cordelia so much. He remembered the
exact moment Buffy turned him. It was so unexpected and it was only
to torture Cordelia and Willow. It had nothing to do with her needing
him. Now he was her little lap dog, her lap dog that could kick ass,
but still a lackie.

He followed her down the stairs and stopped her from walking. "What
are we doing...now I mean? What do you have planned for A.I.?
Something good I hope. I'm tired of seeing Willow's puppy dog eyes
everytime she sees us in vamp face. All sad and 'why me'. It's funny
sometimes, but now it's pathetic. Don't get me started on that son of
a bitch Dennis. Never leaving Cordelia's side like some kind of
little...uh sticky thing stuck to her side." He thought for a minute.
"Ok, not the best analogy but still. What's next on our list of terror?"

Cordelia Chase stared blankly into the small mirror resting on her
desk. She gripped the dark red lipstick tightly in one hand, the
other clutching the chain that held a single ring. Her engagement
ring. The tears ran freely and slowly down her pale face. She didn't
know why she looked at herself in the mirror anymore. There was no
reflection. Not to her. Not since that night. She still remembered
that night.

  Angel had gotten down on one knee, that dorky yet cute look on his
face. The half-smile. Nervously licking his lips. He pretended to
drop something. She had started teasing him for being clumsy, when
the 'I got it' came from below her. The ring he held up was beyond
beautiful. An antique, obviously. Silver. Modest. She loved it. And
she knew what he was going to ask before he even asked it. His eyes
told her that. He loved her with his heart. His soul. His life. Angel
delievered a well-rehearsed, emotional speech. Being Cordelia, he
barely finished it before she gave her answer. Yes. He slipped the
ring on her finger and crouched up to kiss her. One hand on her hand,
the other cupping her face. That's when it happened. Angel froze, and
pulled away. Cordelia slowly looked down and saw the stake protruding
from his chest. She didn't comprehend it until he had already started
to dissolve. A pained, confused look filled his eyes; and she saw him
disappear before her. Cordelia looked up in open mouthed shock, and
saw her. Buffy. Grinning like a maniac. She couldn't move. Couldn't
speak. She just stared at Buffy. She looked into her eyes for a
reason why. And found nothing.

  Everything after that was a blur. She knew her friends had found
her. And she knew Angel was gone forever. After his death, she
chopped off her hair in sheer desperation and panic, trying to revive
him- like Darla. It didn't work. She also tried to slit her wrists,
but good old Dennis stopped her. Her hair was still short. It was
slowly growing back now. But she would have to keep it short. Easier
to fight that way. Fighting was a must now. She fought just like
Angel. The way he taught her. Used his weapons. She fought against
the things he fought. The evil. The demons. Buffy. She was after
Buffy now. And Xander. She never thought she would be thinking like
that. But they were both gone. Dead. Willow even joined Angel
Investigations. Not that Cordelia cared. Just another body. All she
cared about was avenging Angel. She fought for him. Spoke for him.
Lived for him. Slept in his bed. It was unhealthy. But she needed to.

  Cordelia raised a shaking hand to her lips, pressing the lipstick on
them. She jumped when the knock on the door came. She dropped the
lipstick, and slowly rose from her chair. She walked to the door,
fixing her black tank and black jeans. And last but not least, her
face. She wiped her eyes roughly, then dropped the chain into her
pocket. Cordelia sighed, her hand gripping the doorknob. She wished
they would just leave her alone. But they won't. Nobody would. Good
or bad. That's just the way it was. She wasn't the same Cordelia
Chase. Death would do that to a person. She flung open the door,
putting on her usual, stoic expression. "Dennis." She muttered
monotonously. "Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm not hungry. I just want to be
left alone. Go bother the others. Now."

Buffy rolled her eyes from within the bathroom, not even knowing why
she was standing before the mirror as she applied her lipstick, it
wasn't as if she could actually see herself. Yet, every morning, she
found herself standing infront of the mirror and applying her make-up
as if she could see herself, as if she was human. "Calm down Xander,
I practically run that office, so what if we're late." She quipped as
she smoothed down her tight black dress, then flung the door open.

   She stepped out of the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at Xander,
looking him over for a moment befor turning away and starting towards
the door. She was in a gloating, happy mood today, which was rare for
her, she was either angry and in a rage, or just plan bored, but
today...it was special.

  A year since she had killed Angel, a year since she'd made Xander
her childe, a year since this all started, the torture of Cordelia
Chase's life. And it was only starting, this was only the beginning,
she was going to make hell look like a gift compared to what she was
planning to do with Cordelia. She was going to destroy her. "Come
along dear, don't want to be late." She said in a sing-song tune, her
voice sugary sweet which was so obviously fake.

  ~Buffy

--- In Shattered_Reality@y..., "dclark_21" <djclark_21@h...> wrote:
> All the windows were closed.  None of the day's sunlight could get
> through the blinds.  Xander paced the hallway angrily.  He had
waited
> long enough for Buffy to come out and be ready.  He walked into an
> empty room in the large estate that Buffy was given.  He looked
around
> the room at all the luxury, at all the riches she was given.  She
had
> done what Wolfram and Hart couldn't.  She killed Angel.  In turn he
> was made a vampire, by Buffy.
>
> He sat down on the bed and slowly laid down.  He thought back, the
> memories of the recent events.  Angel's death, his traveling to Los
> Angeles to comfort Cordelia, and to help fight Buffy.  He and
Cordelia
> getting close again, and just before he admitted to Cordelia that he
> loved her, Buffy made him a vampire.  She continued the torture that
> Buffy had begun on the girl.
>
> He impatiently stood up and walked out of the room.  He slammed his
> fist on the door that she locked.  "Dammit, Buffy are you just about
> ready?"  He looked at the very shiny and very expensive watch on his
> wrist.  "You're supposed to be at the office in 30 minutes, we'll
> never make it in that time.  The limo is waiting in the underground
> parking garage."

A motorcycle pulled into the secure parking area behind the Hyperion. Dennis
Pearson turned off the motor and moved the kick stand into position. He
removed his helmet, with a sigh and looked around. He had just returned from
getting breakfast for his boss and best friend Cordelia Chase. It was a
daily ritual he had been doing for the last year, ever since Angel had died.

Dennis wasnıt sure sharing cinnamon rolls and coffee with Cordelia this
morning was appropriate. Today was the one year anniversary of Angelıs death
and he knew Cordelia was not going to take it well. He knew around the
others she would masterfully conceal how much it hurt her to no longer have
Angel, the vampire she had grown to love in her life. But in private she
would let down her walls and be an emotional wreck. Dennis hated to see
Cordelia in so much pain. She didnıt deserve any of this. He woke up this
morning and decided that no matter what he was going to be there for her and
help her get through the difficult day ahead.

Dennis removed the bag of cinnamon rolls from the compartment on the back of
his midnight blue motorcycle. He turned and started walking toward the
entrance of the hotel. He entered the garden and stopped. His eyes fell on
the exact spot where that vile undead bitch Buffy had staked Angel. Dennis
remembered that night vividly. The look of accomplishment and glee on
Buffyıs face and Cordeliaıs uncontrollable sobbing still haunted his mind.
He remembered two years ago how Angel had asked him to take care of and
protect Cordelia if anything ever happened to him. He without hesitation
promised to honor his Angelıs request. He never in a million years had ever
thought heıd have to fulfill his promise, but here he was doing just that.

He walked through the garden, walked up the three steps and slowly opened
the glass and wood door. He quietly entered the lobby. He set his helmet on
the reception desk and walked across the lobby, bag of cinnamon rolls in
hand, to the door to Cordeliaıs office. He could hear her crying. He took a
deep breath and knocked on the door. ³Cordelia? Itıs me Dennis. Can I come
in?²

All the windows were closed.  None of the day's sunlight could get
through the blinds.  Xander paced the hallway angrily.  He had waited
long enough for Buffy to come out and be ready.  He walked into an
empty room in the large estate that Buffy was given.  He looked around
the room at all the luxury, at all the riches she was given.  She had
done what Wolfram and Hart couldn't.  She killed Angel.  In turn he
was made a vampire, by Buffy.

He sat down on the bed and slowly laid down.  He thought back, the
memories of the recent events.  Angel's death, his traveling to Los
Angeles to comfort Cordelia, and to help fight Buffy.  He and Cordelia
getting close again, and just before he admitted to Cordelia that he
loved her, Buffy made him a vampire.  She continued the torture that
Buffy had begun on the girl.

He impatiently stood up and walked out of the room.  He slammed his
fist on the door that she locked.  "Dammit, Buffy are you just about
ready?"  He looked at the very shiny and very expensive watch on his
wrist.  "You're supposed to be at the office in 30 minutes, we'll
never make it in that time.  The limo is waiting in the underground
parking garage."

Aside from these two OOC's there will be no OOC posts here.  You must
go to the OOC site and post there.  You will also have to 'audition'
for your characters.  We want quality posters people, not one-liners.
  Thank you for understanding.  The 'audition' will consist of a sample
post in character.  We'll decide if you can take it and let you know
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Dave - The Funny Mod
Avalon - The Creative Mod
Lara - The Evil Mod

Welcome one and all to Shattered Reality. As the top says, this
ain't Kansas anymore. In this RPG it's gonna be dark. Didn't the
picture tell y'all anything? Anywho, I'm one of your mods, the
Dictator Lara. I'm playing Cordelia. Take that, democracy.

  Anyways, pick a character! Don't be afraid...it's an AU game. Play
these characters any way you want. No one-liners, folks. I'll love
you forever if y'all post more than 5 lines. Let's kick ass.

  Smoochies.