Stupid Vampire

SUMMARY: Sequel to Shock and Awe. From a group of stories I’m calling Stolen Moments.
POSTED: 3 Aug 2009
WARNINGS: None Listed

He jumped back like he was on fire and stepped back a few feet to look down at her. He didn’t know where that came from. He had called her baby. She still had tears in her eyes. He fought the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her more. The words stumbled out of his mouth, “I need to…We should… I didn’t mean…”

“Angel?” she looked at him questioningly.

He had lost the ability to form complete sentences. He was finely able to force out the words, “I have to go um…” He turned around and rushed out of the room.

She watched as he fled from the room. What had just happened? Had he just called her baby? She started to follow him thinking they should talk about it. She stopped short as the door swung closed in her face. The nerve of him to brush her off like that. Just who did he think he was? She began cursing him under her breath, “Stupid vampire! I should march right in there and kick his ass.” She continued grumbling to herself as she stalked around the office.

He sat in his office listening to every word she said. He felt guilty about shutting the door in her face like that but he didn’t have any answers to the questions she would ask or the ones he was asking himself. Why did he call her that? Why did he find himself thinking about her all the time? Why is it the earth never opens up and swallows you when you wanted it to? Her curses had died down. He looked up at the door just as Cordelia opened it.

Walked right in looking straight ahead and passed right by him. “Sorry to bother you Angel I’m going down stairs to change for my date,” her voice was brisk.

“Cordy don’t you think we should…” he said before she interrupted.

She whipped around and looked at him coldly, “What Angel, talk? Now you want to talk after you shut the door in my face?”

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“You didn’t mean to what Angel? Didn’t mean to hurt my feelings or didn’t mean to call be baby?

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I don’t know what I meant when I called you baby,” he admitted.

“I forgive you for hurting my feelings, but…” she was saying before he interrupted her.

“I still don’t think now is the right time to talk about the rest.”

“When exactly do you think the right time will be?” she asked bluntly.
“I think maybe I was just feeling close to you and expressed my self wrong,” he said aloud. Inside a little voice was telling him he was an idiot and a coward.

“It would be understandable if it weren’t complete crap.”

“Cordelia,” he growled. He was coming very close to losing it. A picture flashed in his mind of him pushing her up against the wall and kissing her breathless. He looked down to the desk avoiding her gaze. “I think it would be best if we don’t talk about this right now.”

“What ever. I don’t need this right now anyway. She tuned and fled down the stairs. She could feel him watching her as she made her exit.


He wasn’t a very happy vampire as he exited the elevator in his office. It had been a normal week for Angel investigations. Doyle had almost gotten his brains eaten. Cordelia went on that awful date with that coward Pierce, which he was secretly overjoyed about. So, what was wrong with him? He was getting tiered of holding in his feelings. Watching Doyle trying to move in on Cordelia day after day was grating on him. She hadn’t mentioned their argument at all. It was seriously bothering him and all he could think about was her.

Before now he had never looked or thought about Cordelia as a girl. He knew she was a girl, but he had never thought of her as more then a friend and coworker. When had it changed? He couldn’t think of just one moment when it wall came together. There were several in a lead up to other day when he had called her baby. He remembered thinking it was kind of cute how she had asked him if he was still Grr. He smiled to himself as he remembered. Then after she came to work for him he had become very protective of her. He remembered feeing pride when she had finally stood up to the ghost in her apartment. It was the first time since Sunnydale when he felt like he was seeing the real Cordelia Chase and not some girl wearing a façade to fool others. He remembered how it felt to hold her in his arms and give her comfort.

He heared his name called and looked up. She stood there in the doorway watching him. He had exited the elevator several minutes ago and had just stopped and stood in the middle of his office. She had curiously stared at him though the window. When it became clear he wasn’t going to move she decided she should check on him.

“Angel are you ok?” she asked.

“No Cordy I don’t think I am,” he whispered more to himself then to her.

She walked over to him worried. She placed her hand delicately on his arm. Looking him she asked, “What’s wrong Angel? You are starting to scare me.”

“I don’t mean to scare you. I just don’t know how to say what I want to say,” he replied.

“It cant be that hard just say it.”

“It is hard. I’m not good with talking to people. I have two modes, bite and avoid,” he answered seriously.

“It’s best to just say it fast like you are pulling off a band aid.”

“Cordelia you are my best friend.”

“Oh, Angel,” she said smiling.

“Let me finish. I’m sorry about fighting with you the other day.”

“I know Angel. Don’t worry it’s ok it was just a thing. A thing that happened,” she remarked forcing it to sound chipper. She began to move away.

“No it’s not ok.” He stepped closer to her grabbing her arm, and looking her strait in the eye. “I was feeling helpless and confused. I dint know how to say what I wanted to say.”

“You are right. It’s not ok,” she answered strickened. “You can not just push me aside because you feel confused and automatically want to go into brood mode. It’s not fair to me, when I have questions that need answers. I was just as confused as you.”

“I’m sorry. It just wanted you to know that I have been thinking about you.”

“You have? She asked confused.

“Yes I have. I can’t seem to make myself stop. I try. But you always pop back into my head,” His voice had become low and he was backing her up against the wall.

As her back hit the wall she gulped. Looking into his eyes she saw a flicker of something she couldn’t describe. It was attractive, haunting, caring and dangerous all at the same time.

He smiled wickedly as he lowered his mouth to hers. They hear a door open and slam from the outer office. Pulling away from each other regretfully they look out to see Doyle slightly more then tipsy stumbling into the office. They look at each other both understanding that this stolen moment will have to be picked back up later.





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