Aftermath
Author: PaulenaK ~ toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer:
Everything ATS-ish belongs to Joss Whedon.
Feedback:
Is much appreciated.
Summary:
Just a little notion of what may have happened had Angel not returned from the
retreat in
AN:
Cordelia’s POV.
**
Aftermath
**
Another
dark night and another dark alley down yet another dark LA street.
A
scream, a cry for help, a fight ensues, vamps dusted and my own voice croaking
the words ‘Go home’.
Social
life much? I think not. My lot in life leaves little time for me to bask in the
socialities life has to offer.
A
chuckle.
If
the others could see me now. No more glamour, no more glitz, just skin and bone
encased in whatever thrift store cast a ways I could find. I stopped caring
about how I looked along time ago. Right about the time ‘she’ died (for the
second time) and instead of allowing me to help you ‘not’ sit around and
wallow in your grief you chose a big stone temple full of monks thousands and
thousands of miles away. And I admit I could and did forgive you for that, but
what I couldn’t get passed was the fact that you didn’t come back.
I
cried myself to sleep every night for a month. Shut myself away. Locked my
emotions up good and tight and then gladly threw away the key.
Wes
got tired of waiting around for me to snap out of it and took it upon himself to
step up in your place. He wanted things to go on as they had before but I just
didn’t have the heart anymore and after a while he tired of that too.
I
don’t know where he is now. I don’t know where any of them are. All I know
is I’m here and I’m alone.
You
left me in this place with visions to bear and no champion to ease them.
You
left me! You shut me out! Something we had promised never to do to one another,
but you did Angel. You did.
I’m
no longer Cordelia Chase – Seer and best friend to the vampire with a soul. No
longer do I warrant the title ‘Heart of Angel Investigations’. I’m just
Cordelia… penniless waif with nothing to my name but a wooden stake and a
cross bow.
So,
to anyone who cares - if you happen to see me on a street corner or asleep in an
alley, don’t laugh, don’t taunt or hassle me as I scavenge food out of
dumpsters because you may never know… one day the life I’m saving may just
be yours.