You Sick, Sick Man (2/5)
by
LaLa247
Angel paced Cordelia's
apartment nervously. Donny Rae was to arrive in exactly 20 minutes. At 7
o'clock. Angel cringed slightly. His phone call didn't work. Cordelia walked
into the room just as he got to the threatening. He hung up the phone in panic,
only to have 'Mr. Rae' call back. Damn that *69. Technology sucks. And now they
were
going to go out on a "date".
Angel peered into Cordelia's room, the door open just a crack. Cordelia was
still fixing herself. From what he could see, she wore black leather pants,
black boots, and- he couldn't see the rest. She was bending over. Angel stared
at her form intently, when there was a knock. Angel glanced at his watch. 6:50.
Donny-Boy was 10 minutes early. Kind of suspicious, in Angel's mind. He ignored
the knock.
"Angel! Can you get that?" Cordelia called from her bedroom. Angel
groaned silently and walked towards the door.
He opened the door slowly. Donny Rae stood in front of him. Angel looked him
over. white shirt, blue dress pants, short brown hair, flowers, and a doofy
grin. Angel caught him doing the same thing. Hey, at least his black sweater and
pants were always fashionable. He stared at Donny blankly. "Do I know
you?"
Cordelia's head poked out from her bedroom. "Angel! Let him in!"
Angel sighed and opened the door wider. "Come in." He grumbled. Donny
walked in. Angel immediately wrapped his arm around Donny's shoulders.
"Hey, bud," He said quietly, forcing a smile. "Listen, I know you
like Cordy-"
Donny nodded. "Yeah, I wrote her a song-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Angel interrupted. "Shut up for a second
and listen. Okay, you're taking her out, right?" Donny nodded.
"Alright. You listen and listen good." His grip tightened on Donny's
shoulder. "Think of Cordelia as a Western map. You keep your hands off
North and South America. Your damn hands stay in Mexico. You get
me?" He growled. Donny nodded wildly. "Good boy." He let go of
him. "Sit your ass down." Donny sat, his eyes wide. Angel stood in
front of him, scowling.
Cordelia's head poked out once more. "Angel, can you come in here for a
sec?"
Angel smiled at Cordelia and nodded. "'Kay." He glared at Donny
menacingly. "You stay." He walked into the room and shut the door.
"What is it Cor-AH!" Cordelia was indeed wearing the leather
pants and boots. What Angel didn't see before was her top. Or what was left of
it. She wore a sheer, low cut, spagetti strap, backless, wine colored shirt.
Angel took off his jacket, covering her with it. "Are you mad?!"
Cordelia pushed Angel away, fixing her hair. "Angel! Chill out! It's just a
shirt!" Angel started to protest. "No! Is Donny there?"
Angel nodded. He felt like a character in an Abott and Costello movie.
"Yeah, boy doesn't talk much. I would rethink my attraction to him if I
were you." Cordelia glared at him. "What?"
"Nothing." She sighed. "How do I look?"
Angel stared at her. "You look...stunning." He breathed. Cordelia
squealed and hugged him. "Cord? What's this for?"
Cordelia pulled away. "For behaving. For not giving my date a hard
time." She walked to the living room, Angel right on her heels. "Hi,
Donny!" She waved, grabbing her jacket.
Donny stood up. "Cordelia Chase. Wow. Um, these are for you." He held
out the flowers.
Angel quickly intercepted, grabbing the flowers. "I got it." He
muttered, walking to the kitchen.
Cordelia smiled. "Aw, thank you, Donny! Okay, you're ready?" Angel
threw the flowers in the trash.
Donny smiled back and held out his hand. "More ready than you think."
Angel made a slashing motion over his throat and pointed at Donny. Donny's eyes
widened. "Um- uh, I mean-"
Cordelia turned around. Angel pretended to scratch his neck. Cordelia raised an
eyebrow. "Let's go..." She pushed Donny out the door. "We'll be
at Che Pierre's if anything happens, Angel." Suddenly, she ran at Angel and
hugged him tight. She kissed his cheek. "Isn't he great?!"
Angel forced a smile. "He's great!" Cordelia squealed and ran out the
door. Angel watched the door close. He touched his cheek and glanced at his
fingers. Her wine colored lipstick covered his finger tips. He felt like Ewan
MacGregor in 'Moulin Rouge '. He glared. This was war.
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Donny chuckled. "GOD! You were such a bitch in school!"
Cordelia's smile froze. "I mean, you've changed so much..."
Cordelia chewed her salad. "Yeah...I have." She looked around. For
some reason, she felt Angel watching her. She ignored the feeling. It was just
her being paranoid again. "So, what have you been doing since the school
blew up?"
Angel watched the two from outside the restaurant. He knew she felt him. He made
sure of that. He clenched his hands watching the man. Donny touched Cordelia's
hand. Angel scowled. Only he touches Cordelia. They stood up, having finished
their meal. Angel quickly ran off. He had something to do.
The two walked out of the restaurant. Donny gently grabbed Cordelia's hand.
"What now, my dear?"
Cordelia pulled her hand away gently. "Um, actually, I'm kinda tired. Can
you take me home?"
Donny tried to hide his shock. "Oh. Okay..." He walked her to his car.
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Angel stood in the shadows of Cordelia's apartment, waiting. He watched Donny's
car pull up and the two step out. He gripped the object in his hand tightly. He
felt like Charlton Heston in 'Planet of the Apes' for some reason. He was on a
mission. "Thanks for the dinner, Donny." Cordelia said cheerfully,
touching the knob of her door.
Donny smiled. "No problem." He leaned in.
Cordelia pulled her head away. "Whoa there, chief. I think-"
Donny gripped her hips, yanking her towards him. "I think you owe me
something for 250 bucks of food." He forced his mouth on hers.
Suddenly, Donny was thrown into the wall. Cordelia screamed. Angel yanked Donny
up by the collar. "I thought I told you to behave!" He growled,
slamming him into the wall. "See this?!" He shoved Lindsey's 'hand'
into Donny's face. "This is what happened to the last guy that pissed me
off-" He morphed into his demon. "You wanna mess with me?" Donny
screamed. "I didn't think so." He let go of the boy, and he took off
running.
Angel spun around and faced Cordelia, changing back into his human form.
"Hi."
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Cordelia giggled, pouring Angel another drink. "I can't believe you did
that. He was a jerk anyways..."
Angel sipped his beer. "Eh- I hate him. What kind of name is that
anyways?"
Cordelia smiled and leaned into Angel. "Thank you for being here."
Angel smiled. "No problem." The lights suddenly dimmed. "Thank
you, Dennis..." Angel muttered.
Cordelia sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm so sleepy...and Angel?" He
looked down at her. "Get rid of that hand."
Angel grinned and kissed the top of her head. "Okay..." He lied and
closed his eyes happily. He felt just like a character in a John Cusack movie.
Only with fangs.
TBC...