Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox, and Mutant Enemy own the copyrights to the
characters within the story. We just borrowed them for our own pleasure and

Rating: NC-17 (masturbation, inter, anal, bondage, and sex...of course)

Pairings: (FF, MF): Cordelia/Angel, Cordelia/Others, Fred/Gunn, and

Warning: This artful piece of fiction is an imaginative rewrite of the show
Angel, starting with the end of Season Two.

Setting: Cordelia Chase and friends have returned from Pylea and a few weeks
have passed. During that time, Fred has renewed her interest in the S&M
community and even brought Wesley along for the ride. After Angel let go of
his love for Buffy, he turned and has accepted Cordelia's tortured love.
News that once heard of brought Fred to tears and the knowledge she would
never be with Angel again. Meanwhile, Wesley and Gunn both pronounced their
love for Fred, even going as far as fighting for her love. Cordelia lastly
exacted revenge on Fred, tying her up and started punishing her for lack of
respect. That is where the story picks up.

Author's Note: This is our first joint effort in bringing what we believe to
be a pretty decent product. We accept any and all feedback and in return, we
give it back as well as we receive it.

Angel: Cordelia Unleashed Part 3 - Discovery
outline by Robbins ([email protected])
written by DCForever ([email protected])

Fred's body started struggling as she tried to free her arms and legs from
the restraints that remained attached to the bed. Her movements were limited,
as her body seemed to have a mind of its own, humping her pelvis into the
face of her capturer.

Cordelia Chase's face was buried between her legs, licking feverishly over
the girl's pink inner folds, while her slim fingers pried open the lips even
further, allowing Cordy to look onward into the heavenly pink abyss.

"You like this don't you?" Cordelia asked of Fred as she flicked her tongue
over the sensitive nubbin staring her in the face. Fred couldn't control her
body as she repeatedly raised and lowered her body, trying to force more
contact between her pussy and Cordy's constantly repeating lips. The young
woman was learning what it meant to be helpless and dominated; she had no
say in anything done to her.

"Come on, Fred, just admit you like it girl. You know you love having
your clit and pussy sucked and licked. I can tell your clitoris likes the
attention, so why can't you admit it with your own lips?" Fred tried to
respond in a attempt to end the humiliation, but her attempts went unheard
due to the ball Cordy had earlier shoved into her mouth to silent her
screams and discomfort. The ball was held in place by a leather strap
wrapped tightly around the outer surface of the ball and her head, securing
the ball in place.

"Fred? Fred? Fine, I'll make it easier on you. All you have to say is stop...
no, make that stop Mistress. That seems easy enough." Fred fought against her
restraints trying desperately to free herself, but all the struggling did no
good, as she made no progress in escaping Cordy's captivity. Cordelia found
the struggling quite entertaining and enjoyed watching the young woman's perk
breasts bouncing around during the struggle. In one aspect it was fun to
watch, but in another, Cordelia was growing tired of having her requests
ignored by the bound woman.

Cordelia pulled back out of frustration, allowing her teeth to briefly grab
hold of the girl's hardened flesh, causing the girl to scream against her
gag in agony. The tall and demanding brunette stood up and grabbed for her
leather whip laying across a nearby chair.

"Fine. If you don't want to cooperate and obey the rules...meaning obeying
me...then you shall be punished for such a crime. Now where can I punish you feel it the worst...I meant most?" She asked, dragging the
two-foot leather whip across the woman's peaks and valley, wondering just
where to strike first. Fred's eyes grew larger and larger as the leather
braided strands slowed and lingered over her already abused cunt. Cordelia
slid the leather along the crease between her pussy lips, sending tickling
sensations through the other girl's naked, bound body.

"I saw that, Fred. I'm not blind you know. I saw your eyes and I still see
them. I bet I even know what you are thinking about right this second and I
agree. Such a beautiful cunt shouldn't go unnoticed. I mean how can it? It
just looks so tasty and inviting...and look, your clit is just screaming out
for more attention." Patting the leather across her labia, "Yes, I think
this would be a good spot to start as well. You want me to whip your pussy,
don't you? Just look at you...your eyes...your breathing...your breasts.
Your body is so giving your desires away whether you want to admit it or not.
You know you want to feel my wraith as much as I want to wield it upon you.
And you shall be rewarded with that which you wish."

Cordelia raised her right hand, clutching the whip's handle with authority
and brought the strap down with a snap across her fully exposed pussy.
Fred's body shook violently, forcing her to struggle that much more with her
restraints. Again, the hand raised and snapped downward striking its target.
Cordelia slowly started counting down, "15...snap...14..." as each strike
struck violently against her helpless mound, leaving red welts and bruises
in its wake. Fred was unable to resist the repeated torture causing her to
pass out from the pain, leaving her body for whatever whelms Cordelia could
think of.

Minutes later, Cordelia lingered over Fred's prone body, taking in her work,
before sliding a finger over the woman's pussy lips. She smiled and leaned in
close to Fred's ear, whispering, "See Fred, I was right all along," she wiped
her finger over Fred's lips, leaving her essence to be tasted once awakened.
"You are beautiful and deserve to have pleasure in your life, but sweetie,
Angel isn't up for grabs." She dropped her lips to Fred's lips and lingered
for a moment, feeling the softness and comfort in the one-sided contact.
"When the time is right, you'll know I'm right and have been right all along.
You are more like me than you would ever care to admit."

She stood up, crossed the room, and exited, placing a 'Do Not Disturb' sign
on the outside doorknob. She walked down to the room Angel had given her for
peace and quiet when she didn't care to go home to her apartment and deal
with her ghost of a roommate, Dennis. While in the room, she brushed her
hair, re-applied the right amount of makeup, and fixed her clothes back,
knowing she couldn't be seen unless she looked decent enough for her own
tastes; meaning nothing less than a glamour queen. Once finished, she exited
her room and started towards the stairs leading to the lobby. As she started
down the stairs, she ran into Charles Gunn as he was headed up to her floor.

"Hey Cordy, have you seen Fred? During our fig...never mind that. I thought
that she might have come up here. I sort of lost track of her." He asked the
tall brunette, finding it hard not to stare at her chest and bountiful

"Men," she thought as she saw his eyes dropping toward her chest.

"Sorry Charles, I haven't seen her. Well, not in a little while I guess. Last
I heard, she wanted to let some steam off and get some fresh air. Might try
the roof...or perhaps the garden. Those are the two places I think I would
retreat if I were looking for solitude. You wouldn't happen to have an idea
why she needed time to herself now would you?" She asked without remorse,
feeling not a single bit guilty for her misdirecting the young man.

"Sorry, but I'm not sure I'm the right one to say anything. I have to really
talk to Fred first. Hey, thanks for the ideas. I'll check them out right
away." He nodded his head and stepped up one step, then lingered for a brief
moment, stealing another glance or two down between Cordelia's breasts as she
knowingly started back down the stairs, much slower than before. Snapping out
of his reserve, he shook his head and started back up the stairs.

"No problem. It was my pleasure." She called out as he neared the second
story landing, stopping Gunn. He turned back to thank her again, but
immediately found his eyes drawn to her breasts as she bent over facing him,
grabbing a piece of lint off a carpeted step. He couldn't find the words to
respond so he just turned back around and continued on his way, turning right
at the landing, headed towards the roof's separate stairs.

Cordelia cracked a smile as she straightened up and fixed her blouse back in
place before starting back towards the lobby. Once on the ground floor, she
didn't hesitate as she headed straight for Angel's personal office, ready to
finish what she had earlier started. As she opened the office door, she was
met with the same scene with which she had earlier left; Angel tied and bound
from the hotel's old, hidden ceiling joists, hanging helplessly just inches
from the ground.

* * *

Up on the roof, a large metal door flew open as Gunn stepped onto the
gravel-covered rooftop, immediately calling out for Fred. "Fred? Fred? Are
you up here?" He called out as he walked around, searching all over, having
never realized before just how much space the hotel took up. It was enormous.

"Guess the garden it is," he thought as he backtracked his steps and headed
for the ground floor and the botanical garden just beyond the front entrance.
On his way back down the stairs, he flashed by an upward bound Wesley, not
saying a word as he stayed on task. Wesley continued up the stairs toward his
study room where some nice books and possibly sleep awaited him, but first he
needed to tend to his bleeding forehead from his previous fight with Charles

Meanwhile, downstairs, Gunn exited the hotel and searched the garden for
Fred's presence, but again, there was no sign of her. He walked out to the
outside sidewalk and looked in all directions for any sign of the beautiful

"No where," he thought as she headed back indoors just before the sky opened
up and rain poured down from the heavens. As he re-entered the hotel, he
heard a faint noise coming from the direction of Angel's office, but as time
has gone on, he has learned noises from the lonely, soulful one's office has
become the norm. "Maybe I'll find her in her room," he thought, knowing that
was where he had been previously headed before running into Cordy. He started
back up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, quickening his pace.

A moment later, Gunn stood outside Fred's room, staring down at the 'Do Not
Disturb' sign, while hearing a faint noise piercing through the closed,
wooden door. He leaned into the door for better hearing, but still was unable
to make out anything clearly.

"What is she doing in there?" he thought, knowing that if it was him, he
knew what he would be doing. "She can't way. Guess this is what Cordy
meant earlier by letting off some steam. You go girl, masturbate until your
hearts content." He whispered to himself. His curiosity was overwhelming. He
knew he shouldn't even attempt opening her door, but he couldn't help
himself. He reached for the doorknob and turned it, realizing quite quickly
the door wasn't locked. Knowing there would be no turning back and willing
to accept his fate, he eased the door open into the room and immediately his
eyes flew open, taking in the strange, yet erotic view. Fred felt a presence
in the room and her renewed struggles came to an abrupt stop. She had just
come back to and was dealing with the pain and aftermath of Cordy's abuse.
Her clouded vision slowly cleared, allowing her to see a shocked Gunn staring
back at her from the doorway.

She shot a smile at him and begged for his help. "Oh Gunn, am I ever glad to
see you. Please help me." She cried out as her head dropped back down on the
mattress, not caring if Gunn saw her like she was. Gunn quickly pushed open
the door further, then closed it back before closing the distance between him
and her bedside. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he grabbed her left
arm restraint, analyzing the handcuffs. "Police registered cuffs," he thought
as he stood up and crossed over to her dresser to look for something to
unlock the cuffs. He couldn't resist looking into the dresser mirror at
Fred's nude, prone body as it lay helplessly on the bed while tied to the

After finding what he was looking for, he crossed back over and within
fifteen minutes, the bent paperclip unlocked the final pair of cuffs. Fred
enthusiastically and thankfully jumped into his arms and kissed him on the
lips, allowing him to taste traces of her essence upon her lips. After the
oral contact, Gunn slung her limp body down on the bed and hovered over her
delicate body. He paused afterward, unsure of why he had acted so harshly.
Fred saw the confusion in his eyes and his frozen body and grabbed his
supporting arm and turned him over, allowing her to be on top and take
control of the situation; a return to the role with which she cherished.

"Fred...what was all this about?" He asked as he motioned toward the cuffs
and bondage gag setting on a bedside table. "Are you like into all this kind
of stuff?"

"Charles, there are a few things you should know about me, but this...what
you saw was all...never mind. It doesn't matter much anyway. What matters is
I'm free thanks to you and I'm more than willing and ready to offer up an
award of some sort." She said, smiling sexily down at the dark colored young
man's rough face. "What do you say?"

Fred knew she couldn't mention Cordy's name to Charles and hated the fact
that her body and erogenous zones were on fire, heated from the abusive
punishment wielded by Cordy and her demented, dominative rage. Fred had
always been the dominate partner in her few and limited experiences in the
past, but Cordy changed everything in the girl's life by not allowing Fred
the control she so seeked. She had been taken from her comfort zone and
forced to be a submissive and she liked her new role equally as much. Now
she sat straddling her friend and colleague's body, trying desperately to
rid him of his faded jeans, while he pulled his own shirt over his head as
he continued to lay on the bed.

"Fred, are you sure you want this?" He asked, immediately forced to throw
his hips in the air as she engulfed and sucked down on his cockhead, sliding
her tongue roughly over his slit in penetrating like motion. "Guess you're
sure." He said as he reached out for her head, but received a slap to his
hand for his advances.

"Just lay there and enjoy yourself." She commanded between nursing his
ten-inch cock, forcing it to grow even harder from her oral ministrations.

The last time she had found a man's cock buried in her mouth with this much
excitement in the air was in the Pylean caves with Angel. She couldn't help
replacing in her head, Gunn's serious face with Angel's face as she went down
on the young stud's manhood, deepthroating the entire length as she felt his
balls banging against her chin.

Charles Gunn was enjoying the awarding moment, but still couldn't bring
himself to fully enjoy it; still wondering what all this was about. "Why
had Fred been stripped naked, bound, and beaten? Had it been a game she
was playing with someone else...maybe a mutual erotic moment...or worse,
a rape that she would prefer not to speak of?" He thought, while feeling
lost for satisfying answers.

When Fred thought her man was ready, she lifted off his body just long
enough to guide his cockhead to her wet pussy lips with her hands. She
carefully eased her body downward, distributing her weight across his mid

"Of yeah. Mmmm. Nice fit," commented Gunn as her tightness enveloped his

With a slowed momentum, she pushed her legs against the mattress, forcing her
to raise up his shaft and then released the tension in her legs, causing her
to drop down hard against his abdomen. His shaft rocketed against her inner
walls, vibrating her nerves, sending her senses over the top. "Oh fuck, Gunn.
Oh fuck. Fuck Me. Now. Fuck me."

Loving Fred's dirty talk and sexual vigor, Gunn frantically grabbed her hips
and tightened his grip on her flesh to gain control of her movements. Once
her motions were steadied, he started his own thrusting action, meeting her
halfway in flesh-on-flesh heated contact. "Damn Fred. You're a wild one."
Gunn emphasized as Fred's fingernails dug into his exposed chest, bringing
blood to the surface.

"Fuck me, Charles! Fuck me! Harder! Harder, god dammit!" She screamed out,
getting just what she wanted in return.

Fred's screams were loud enough to penetrate the thin hotel walls, alerting
Wesley in a room five doors down from Fred's room. He stood up, walked over,
and exited his stuffy room, and followed the noise down the hall, to find
himself standing outside of Fred's room. The noise was loud and left nothing
to the imagination. Wesley turned the doorknob, surprised to find it open,
barely slipped the door open enough to peek into the room.

"Oh god, Charles. I can feel it. I'm going to come. Oh god. Oh oh oh...ahhh."
Her small fragile body tensed up for a moment before falling limp down onto
Gunn's awaiting arms, his cock remaining trapped inside the woman's body.

"No Fred! Please say you did," whispered Wesley, not sure if he should cry or
get angry and beat the door down. He chose to hold his ground and continued
peering into active room.

"Oh Angel...that was so heavenly," a disillusioned Fred said as she lifted
her head to kiss her dark warrior. Upon seeing Gunn's confused stare, she
knew something was wrong. Outside in the hall, Wesley was as stunned as the
naked hunk inside the room, each waiting for an explanation.

"What's wrong, Gunn?" She asked, oblivious to her earlier slipup.

Deciding to get straight to the heart of the situation, "What does Angel have
to do with this? You just called me Angel." Fred immediately closed her eyes
and scrunched up her face, knowing she had made a cardinal error in choosing
her words.

"I'm sorry, Charles," she said, rolling off his chest onto her back on the
mattress. "I didn't mean...I swear I didn't...damn, it's complicated." She
turned to her left to watch Gunn's reaction, but his eyes were glued to the

"Do you love him?" He asked as his eyes closed.

"Come on Charles...why must we..."

"Yes or No. Do you love him?" He asked again, this time turning to face her.

"I told you's too complicated. I can't saw for sure if I love
him or not. With's different."

"Does he know?" Charles asked.

"I'm not sure. No, I don't think he does...well, maybe a little. I don't
know. I don't know anything. Since Pylea, everything has been different.
I'm not the same person I was." Tears started rolling down her cheeks as
she snuggled up close against Gunn's body. He wrapped his arms around her
to console her.

"Fred, you have nothing to worry about. My feelings for you are clear. I'll
wait if time is what you feel you need." He said before kissing her forehead.
"I love you and I have no doubts about it either."

"You're too good of a man." Fred said as she leaned up and kissed his lips.
"You were wonderful. You are wonderful. Thanks...thanks for understanding."
She laid her head against his chest.

A motion outside the door caught her attention causing her to peer at the
door where she saw a shadow fading away. "Oh god, please don't let that have
been Angel...or worse...Wesley," she thought as she rested, feeling the
combination of her and Gunn's heartbeats racing, realizing it wasn't just
Angel and Gunn she had feelings for. Wesley was in the pictures as much as
anyone, adding to the difficulty and confusion of the situation. She knew if
she wasn't careful, she could easily ruin friendships and great life that
she had come to love.

* * *

Back downstairs, in Angel's office, turned torture dungeon, Cordy had been
playing around with her man toy, boss, and friend as he remained bound to the
office's ceiling. Angel was breathing heavy from the constant abuse he had
taken from the brunette in the last twenty minutes.

She stands in a chair and grabs his hair to get his attention. "I bet your
precious Buffy would never dream of doing such things to you, such a pity.
She had her chances and blew it.'re mine and know one thing...I
will do whatever it takes to keep it that way." Angel only stared her in
the eyes, choosing to stay silent. "I wonder what the expression would be
on her face if she walked through that door this instant and saw you like
this, with little old me controlling her past lover's fate? How do you
think she would like me calling you my bitch? You know that...that is
exactly what you are to me right now. You're my bitch, Angel, and there
isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

She ran the leather braided whip over his muscle defined ass cheeks before
pulling back and striking down upon his flesh. She just couldn't get enough
of the sound that a whip made when it made contact against flesh. It sent
shivers throughout her body. After a few more strikes, her hand began to
wear out so she quit; realizing her session with Fred earlier had taken its
toll on her.

Cordy brought the handle of the whip up to her mouth for slight saliva
lubrication, before dropping it back down and with no warning or patience
or care, pushed it against his ass and forced it up into his anus. She was
surprised...for once she had done something to make her heavenly angel
flinch in disgust. She pulled the handle back and forced it even harder
back in causing him to flinch yet again. She knew she had found a weakness
in his overall tough as nails armor.

The whip's handle remained buried eight inches up his ass as she leaned up
and whispered in his ear, "You are my bitch." She half laughed as kissing
his chest muscle and then left the room, leaving Angel in a much
uncomfortable position. Once the door was closed again, Angel's eyes stared
intensely at the door as he yanked down his restrained arms, causing the
chain wrapped around the rafters to split the old wood in two. With little
effort, the chains were ripped from his arms and hands, freeing him of all
the restraints.

"Sometimes you go too far; me...someone else's bitch? Try the other way
around," he thought the chains one by one hit the office floor. Lastly, he
reached back and yanked the whip out of his ass and threw it to the side.
But as he knew, he felt great, wonderful even. Cordelia had a way to get
other things off his mind and that part of their partnership he loved her

* * *

Outside the Angel's office, Cordelia stood over a determined Wesley as he
snatched and ripped pages back and forth looking over one of his demonology
books. She tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't have any of what she had to
say. He blocked her out. She was about to give up when spotted Fred and Gunn
coming down the stairs, looking at each with intensity, holding hands and
laughing. Wesley saw the two as well and snapped the lead pencil he was
holding into. Cordelia noticed the reaction and stole glances from the two
back to Wesley, then back to Gunn and Fred. It didn't talk long for the
gorgeous one to figure out who was with who and the warm expressions on
their faces to her what they had just finished doing.

"So he rescued you did he? Good for him...for the both of you. At least now
with Gunn's companionship, Fred shouldn't be much a problem when it comes
to wanting Angel." She thought as she leaned against the bar like counter
separating Wesley's desk from the rest of the lobby. Everything was working
out perfectly. She had Angel and no one was left to stand in her way of
keeping him.

As she stood gloating to herself, he couldn't help but keep an eye on
Wesley's roaming eyes. Those were the same eyes that used to roam all over
her body, stealing every secretive glance he could at any exposed part of
her body back when she was in high school and he was Faith's naive watcher.
Ah how times had changed. Now that intensity and those eyes, they longed
for another.

"What is the feeling? I shouldn't be feeling like this. I'm jealous; jealous
of Fred for stealing all the glory, my glory? Wesley and Gunn just ignore
me...with her around. I'm ten times the looker and way better at sex and have
lots more cleavage, plus I dress sluttier and yet...they still only notice
and want the nerdy, geeky, cute, physicist?"

Cordelia shook her head, trying to clear it from all the jealous confusion
she was feeling. Angel was great. She had won. He was her bitch, but she now
realized it wasn't just him that she had wanted all this time. She wanted
followers and worshippers that only looked up to her and would do anything
she asked or risk doing anything to please her every wish and demand. She
wanted to be a loved and seductive Goddess and at the moment, she was playing
second fiddle to the only other female in their tight group, Winifred Burkle.

* * *

Minutes later, Angel walked from his office smiling and mumbling to himself,
"Things are so much better now," when at the same moment, an unwelcome
intruder entered through the hotel's entrance, leaving the two large double
doors open behind her. Everyone in the lobby turned to stare at the figure
standing in the doorway, dripping water from her hair and clothes onto the
hotel's ceramic tiled floor surrounding the entrance way. No one knew what to
say as they each longingly stared at the woman's enlarged belly, each finding
them self in a semi-state of shock.

"Honey, I'm home." The strange woman announced as she took in the decor and
occupants in the hotel. The gang heard her speak and immediately turned
toward Angel, giving him odd looks. He was as caught off guard as the rest,
but wasn't persistent on showing his uneasiness as the others had been. "What
did I do?" He left the question lingering unanswered as he walked up a few
steps and over to the woman, reaching behind her to close the doors she had
left open.

"Bills are high enough around here as is." He said as the doors came to.

"Long time no see, Lover." The bosom blonde haired Darla said, as she looked
across the lobby at all the strange stares while unknowingly rubbing her hand
over her swollen belly.

"Darla" Angel said as he walked back down the steps and headed for the
mini-bar over by the far left wall.

Minutes earlier, Cordelia was heading upstairs when she heard the commotion
caused by the doors. She turned back toward the lobby as Darla made her
presence known, stopping the short, dark haired, firm breasted woman from
taking another step. As the doors closed, she stepped back down the stairs
to the lobby floor, speechless as the rest of the gang.

While gulping down a tasteless scotch and staring away from the figure he
asked, "How did this happen?"

Darla turned and stared directly at Angel as if her vision of him was in a
tunnel. "You know very well how it happened...and when...daddy dearest."
Darla said while stepping down to the lobby floor.

Across the room, still holding onto the stairwell's guardrail, a steaming hot
brunette clutched her fists, raising her voice in anger. "You fucked her!"

Surprisingly, Angel wasn't caught off guard by Cordelia's outburst, the
same couldn't be said for the others. "Isn't it obvious?" He answered while
finishing off his first drink, pouring himself another one.

"You bastard! You lied to me," screamed an enraged Cordelia Chase as she
walked over to him and slapped the glass of scotch from his hand, sending
the glass flying into the nearby wall, shattering it on impact. Angel didn't

"We have history. You've been around all this long had to know."

"Many times, sweetie." Darla added.

"You're not helping, Darla." He said after Cordy slapped his face as hard
as she could, again he didn't flinch a muscle as he walked past her. Darla
noticed this new side of Angel and she liked it. "He's become indifferent
to pain. Interesting," thought Darla. Cordy was impressed as well.

"You cock sucking bastard!" Slowing his steps, "No, only you would know
anything about that." He responded without looking back at the furiously
acting woman.

Darla suddenly felt a weakness come over her body and stumbled her way over
to the large, round, red couch centered in the middle of the lobby. "His seed
sure has become demanding," she inaudibly mumbled to herself as she sat down
and began rubbing her hand over her slightly exposed, swelled belly and her
itching covered crotch. Angel watched her movements, but didn't budge from
his position only a few feet away.

She looked his way and shook her head. "Don't you have any manners? How's
about a round of some blood for a woman in need?" She asked in a demanding
tone. Angel smirked, "Nothings changed" as he walked back into his office
and retrieved a bottle of blood from his personal mini-refrigerator. He
brought it back out and handed the chilled bottle to his former lover. She
took the dark, red colored glass bottle and began drinking down the slow
flowing contents, making faces as it descended down her weakened throat.

"What kind of sauce is this? Rats? Cow?"

"Pigs actually. It's all I consume any more." Cordy chuckled to herself
knowing he consumed a lot more than just blood as of late.

"Geez, couldn't you at least steal some proper human blood from say I don't
know...a blood bank every once in a while?" She asked as she generously
gulped down the contents, the remaining blood sliding against the inside
glass of the bottle.

Having finally caught his voice, "Darla, it's unruly...non-prophesized...
vampires can't get pregnant," Wesley said as he stood in place gazing at
both Darla and her stomach, yet enabling himself to take in the rest of
the woman's goddess like charms.

"Well tell that to tall, dark, and handsome over here. The bastard planted
his seed in me and bang; I wake up a few days later pregnant. How do you
think I feel?" Angel started walking around in a circle, brooding. "Why did
you come here, Darla? And did you actually think you would walk out of here
and not be dusted?"

"Do you see what I'm carrying? You did this. It's yours as well as mine.
This isn't anything I did by myself so why should the responsibility be
solely upon me?"

"Fine, what do you want from me? An apology perhaps." He asked as his walking
came to a stop.

"I want you to make a choice. Either way I'm losing this gut. Do you know
of any woman, much less a vampire who looks like this and can get within a
twenty feet of a guy or his neck?" Angel was lost for words.

"So let me get this straight." Finally someone else was saying something.
"You want my man here to father a miracle child that should never had been
conceived of in the first place...and on top of that...not dust your ass?
Wow, this is a new one on me." Gunn said. "Fine with me if you dust her
undead breathless self as she stands."

"Again, it's his choice stud. I gave him a night of hard, pleasure-filled least he can do is give me the rest of his undead, soulful life."
She responded as she cocked her eyes up toward the hard bodied, young black
man. Cordelia heard all she could take and ran into Angel's office, her world
was crumbling before her very eyes and ears.

Angel silently thought for a while before finally breaking his silence. He
immediately confronted the party's late arrival. "Fred, can you make room
for my room. She could be staying for a brief period." The young
brunette turned her sights to Darla as her name was spoken. She too was at
a loss for words, but knew an order when she heard one. She immediately
turned around and headed back up the stairs.

"She's cute," thought Darla as she closely watched the sexy scientist's ass
ascend from her view.

"And Wesley, find me some answers. I want to know if this is even possible
or on some level did something in the universe shift or change at some point
to change the rules of this game or laws or something. I need to know what
has happened and if possible...why the Powers That Be are screwing with me

"And you?" Wesley asked, concerned for his friend and leader.

"I've got to first talk to Cordelia." Angel said as he walked off in the
same direction as Cordy. He walked into his office and closed the door.
Cordy's hand was awaiting his arrival, slapping him across the face once
more. Immediately following, she was in his arms with her legs wrapped
around his waist kissing his lips hard while dry humping his midsection.
Just as quickly as it began, it ended. And again she slapped his face.

"You fucked that bitch!" She said, gaining no response from Angel's lips.
"And you lied directly to my face."

"Cordy, never in a million years did I expect this," he said.

"Well you slept with the wench and didn't lose your soul so I guess she
didn't...still doesn't mean anything to you. So it's easy then. You didn't
throw her out of your bed then and you regret it now. So redeem yourself,
you have a second chance. Dust her or even worse...throw her ass back out
on the street and let the drunkards on the street have a go with the tramp
vamp." Cordy's anger was still shining as bright as ever. The power of
jealousy was strong in this one.

"I can't do that!" His response shocked the bountiful one.

"And why not?" She persisted.

"Am I not a champion? Have I not defended this city since the day I stepped
foot in it? Helped people. Fought the good fight. And now, after all I've
done for others...there is a possibility my own child needs my help...and
you think I'm just going to throw it to the wolves and do nothing?"

"I don't care what you think or what you've done. The time is now. I don't
like the bitch and she has to go. And this isn't your friend's
your Mistress you slave! Make her disappear" Angel ruthlessly grabbed her
arm. "I guess you didn't hear me the first time. I'm not throwing Darla and
my child out of my home." He told her. "She stays. Deal with it or find
yourself another residence."

"That bitch!"

"You know Cordy, I've had enough of you. Right now...the only bitch in my my you."

He thought, "God must really hate me," as he threw open the office door and
walked out, leaving Cordelia to pout and fuss amongst herself.

* * *

Later that evening, Angel spotted Wesley slumped down behind a counter,
continuing to cipher through piles upon piles of Mythic and Demonology books.
Angel handed him a much-needed cup of coffee.

"Find anything, Wes?" He asked as he stepped behind the counter alongside

"There's no record of anything like this ever occurring or prophesized to
occur. Give me more time. I'm sure if there is anything to explain this, in
due time I shall find it." Wesley said as he removed his glasses from his
face to relieve his tired eyes.

At that moment, Lorne walked through the hotel's front doors. "Oh yeah, I
called Lorne to see if he might could shine some light on our little
problem." Wesley said. Lorne walked over and sat beside the lovely looking
woman vampire, who had yet to move since sitting down earlier in the day.
Angel walked over and stood by his former lover.

"Sing something, Darla. Lorne needs to be able to read you." Darla looked up
at Angel, confused at his request.

Lorne cleared things up a bit. "It's what I do." Darla thought for a moment,
still confused, but began singing anyway. Immediately everyone in close
proximity of the lobby could hear her voice and came running. Lorne was taken
back by the woman's vocal range. He was mightily impressed, finding it very
difficult for him to interrupt her beautiful, melodic number. Even Cordy was
woman enough to give Darla her props.

Angel witnessed a smile come across Lorne's green, horn-headed face. "What
is it?" Angel asked.

"The's unbelievable...remarkable even." Reading now into the
child's mind, "It has a soul." He said, completely beside him.

"A soul?" Darla shouted out, disillusioned by everything.

"It's human" Lorne finished telling everyone, including Cordelia who
immediately retreated back into Angel's office, once again slamming the door
behind her.

"Human you said? You mean to tell me I'm going to have a human child?" Darla
asked, still bewildered by the shocking news.

"A boy." Lorne added.

"I'm going to be a father to an Angel, Jr.?" Added Angel.

"Oh hold up there pilgrim" Darla spoke out. "First, are you saying you are
willing to take responsibility? If that's the case...then why don't you
carry our child for a while?" Everyone in the room chuckled, unable to stop
themselves from breaking out in laughter. "If I didn't know any better, I
would think you wanted this to happen." Her last words fell on deaf ears.

Angel turned toward Charles, "Gunn, help me get Darla and my unborn, human
son upstairs, will ya?" Each brute supported the woman vampire under her arms
as they helped her first stand and then helped her up the stairs to Angel's
room. Cordy looked through the office door shades. "That bitch! One way or
another I will rid myself of you both."

* * *

Minutes later, Gunn exited Angel's spacious room, leaving Angel to tend to
Darla's needs. Angel carried her into his bedroom and laid her down on the
turned-down bed and covered her body with the covers.

"Isn't this something," she said "After all these years and everything we've
been through, we are a family again." A light laughter escaped her lips.

"You need your rest. I'll check on you later." Angel said as he stepped away
from the bed and headed for the door.

"You aren't going to be able to get rid of me again, my love." She told him
as he walked out the room, closing the door and locking it from the outside.

Gunn and Fred were standing at the end of the hall talking when Angel
exited the room and approached them. "Fred, unless I am around, please,
stay away from Darla. Better yet, stay away from my room in general. She
will eventually start to crave human blood and I don't want any of my
close friends served up on silver platters. Warn Cordelia and Wesley for
me as well if you wouldn't mind. You too Gunn."

"Loud and clear, boss" Gunn said before lightly squeezing Fred's arm and
starting down the stairs. Angel caught the new couple's vibe and Fred was
aware he knew something. "Charles will protect me."

"You know I'm still here for your protection as well? Just because you
know...doesn't mean we can't..."

"I know Angel and I appreciate it. Don't give up on us just yet...cause I
sure haven't. He will do for now though." Angel leaned in and kissed the
woman's forehead. "Good," he said before starting up the next flight of
stairs, unsure of what he had just gotten himself into.

* * *

Meanwhile, Cordelia Chase remained downstairs locked in Angel's office,
fuming over what had recently transpired in her life...and her relationship
and dominance over Angel, her soul mate, her ultimate, untimely submissive,
while staring up at the shredded ceiling rafter. Like the rafter still
hanging above her, everything in her life was starting to fall apart.

Up on the hotel's high-elevated roof, Angel sat, staring across a city
illuminated only by the bright burning streetlights. "One battle at a time,
Angel...only one at a time." He softly whispered to himself and whoever else
was out there to listen to his faint words.

To Be Continued...


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