AUTHOR: WERELEOPARD (aka LEA)
SUMMARY: Cordelia observes her own funeral.
POSTED: 9 Apr 2007
CONTENT/PAIRING: CORDELIA POV
WARNINGS: Character Death
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
AUTHOR NOTES: This was a Writing Prompt using the color BLACK as inspiration.
The rain fell gently onto the coffin. The sounds of crying filled the air. One Cordelia Chase, the former Ms Chase looked down from above watching her own funeral wishing that she could comfort all the mourners.
When she was younger, just like anyone else dying hadn’t even entered her mind. Why would it? Then she had met Buffy. The new girl. That was when her whole world changed. She saw there were things that went bump in the night, horrible nightmarish things.
That was when she had her first serious thoughts about death. What dress she would wear? How her hair would be done? Her make-up? Cordy, at that point in her life, had wanted it to be on a bright sunny day. So the sun would chase away those shadows and the monsters that lurked in them, just for a moment.
This wasn’t what she had in mind then, but now it seemed perfect. It was night. The darkness surrounded them like a cloak, a protective one, not one to fear. Cordy had learnt long ago that not everything that ran around the night was evil, that some demons were good.
Her gaze fell to the green demon in a bright suit singing. Lorne. He had turned out to be one of the best people you could find demon or not and here he was singing for her.
Cordy gazed at the crowd noticing that most of them were in black, wishing that she could go down there and tell some of them they shouldn’t really wear that colour. It was so not them.
Buffy and the Scoobies stood sadness on their faces even with all their ups and downs they had been bonded together in Sunnydale. Cordy could see in Buffy’s face that she was truly upset, at that moment Cordy felt totally at peace. Willow had tears streaming down her face, the two of them had grown closer, become friends even. It was nice to phone her just to talk with someone who lived through what she had.
Her gaze finally landed on her family Angel, Gunn, Wes, and Fred they were all huddled together trying to gather strength in each other, trying to cope with their loss. Cordy wanted to reach out and hold them. To tell them that it was ok she was fine, truly fine and this time that was no lie.
Lorne song finally broke through and filtered into her mind. Cordy turned and looked at him once again, feeling his pain and paying her the respects the only way he knew how by singing.
May be the face I can’t forget.
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings.
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
May be the beauty or the beast.
May be the famine or the feast.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dreams.
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I’ll remember till the day I die
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she
Lorne managed to finish the song before he finally broke down within seconds he was engulfed in the hug of his family. Cordy wished that she could do something to ease their pain but knowing only time could do that.
Angel and the gang looked up as they heard a whisper on the wind.
“I love you all.”