(ASS) "Lights, Camera, Damnation" Finale 3/3 (Angel TV series) -- PRED-TV WB

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5

"Ms. Chase," Scratch smiled as Cordelia strode into his
office. "I am so glad you could make it on such short notice."
Cordelia offered her hand and let the demon kiss it. She
needed to play this just right. She couldn't let on that she knew who
he was or what he did. She needed to play the part of the
star-struck, struggling actress, willing to do anything to get a part.
"I am so sorry about that mix-up yesterday," she explained.
"You'll be happy to know I am totally commitment-free now. So I'm all
yours. Mold away .."
"We're going to make you a big star, Cordelia," Scratch
beamed. "Bigger than Jennifer Love Hewitt .."
"Before or after the boob job," Cordelia quipped.
"You are a saucy one," Scratch laughed. He moved in
dangerously close to Cordelia and stroked her hair. "I wish I could
bottle that vitality. We'd make a million."
"You said you had a test shoot for me today?" Cordelia stepped
back slightly.
"Yes," Scratch nodded. "We had a few hundred feet of film
left over from Gabrielle's shoot last night, and I figured why waste
it on some second-rater with no potential."
"Thank you, Mr. Scratch," Cordelia tried to gush. "Thank you
so much. Is Gabrielle going to be here, too?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I .. um .. I don't know. You were going to have us do that
scene together yesterday, I just thought maybe .."
"Gabrielle is on location with a real shoot today. I find
work for my girls fast."
"Oh .." Cordelia hoped that Angel and Doyle were catching all
of this. They'd wired her handbag with a hidden microphone and were
sitting in a parking lot across the street waiting to move in. First
they needed to know where Gabrielle was, though. Cordelia needed to
think on her feet .. fast. "Gee, what shoot would that be?"
"You certainly are curious about Gabrielle," Scratch smirked.
"Do I detect a little crush here?"
* Ewwww ..* Cordelia tried to curb the disgust curdling her
stomach.
"No need to be coy around here, Ms. Chase. I know how you
girls can be. So you like the young stuff? Well, there's plenty of
that strutting around here. We'll find you a little grrl-toy, don't
you worry."
"Whatever," Cordelia could barely dilute the revulsion in her
voice. "So where is Gabrielle's shoot? It might be kind of fun to
stop by and see a real shoot .."
"Don't be concerned about the girl, Ms. Chase. You will have
your own .. opportunity to shine today. Now please, would you follow
me downstairs. That's where we'll be doing the test shoot."
"Um .. DOWNSTAIRS .." Cordelia spoke rather loudly, hoping
Angel and Doyle would catch on. "Really? Downstairs. How cool .."
* Okay, we can bust in any time now, guys .. *

"Do you really think she'll be all right, mate?" Doyle asked
Angel as they snaked through the freeway traffic.
"All she has to do is keep talking," Angel grinned. "And if
there's one thing Cordelia can do, it's keep talking."
"But she thinks we're still out there?" Doyle was genuinely
concerned.
"You had a vision, right ..?" Angel quizzed his half-demon
sidekick.
"Yeah," Doyle nodded.
"And you saw the girl being tortured and turned into a
vampire, right ..?"
Doyle nodded again, his body still recovering from agonizing
effects of his latest precognition.
"We were meant to act on that vision," Angel explained.
"We're just going to have to trust whoever sends you those visions.
Cordelia will be fine. She may seem a bit .. helpless .. but she's
faced down demons before. When we don't come crashing in there right
away, she'll realize something's up, and she'll stall. She's
resourceful .."
"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself, man,"
Doyle cut him off.
"I am," Angel nodded. He hated making decisions like this.
He'd left Cordelia alone with a demon and who knows what else. She
could be hurt, raped again, even killed. Yet, he knew he was supposed
to save Gabrielle. That was his mission. Cordelia knew when she
signed on that they would be fighting demons, dangerous soulless
beasts that would constantly be placing her life in jeopardy. She
would get out of this alive. Angel had to start having faith in his
comrades. That was part of opening himself up to humanity. That was
what would keep him separated from the monsters he hunted.
He listened as Doyle rattled off the directions. They were
shooting the demon-core loop outside of town in the hills. Angel
accelerated and peered through the deeply tinted windows of his
daylight-proof car. They had to hurry. Two lives now depended on it.

"Your star has arrived," the voice sliced through the
commotion on the makeshift movie set. The demon-core loop was being
shot in a secluded parcel of private forest in the hills above Los
Angeles. Every eye on the set turned to the speaker, a tall, sneering
bleached-blonde hunk who looked like a menacing cross between Sid
Vicious and Billy Idol.
"Spike!" the director of the shoot left his spot behind one of
the cameras and sprinted to the leather-clad stranger. "So glad you
could make it," he fawned over the infamous vampire. I really didn't
think you'd .."
"Cut the shite, you poncy wanker," Spike cut the director off
with a sneer. "Scratch told me you had a little rose petal here that
needs plucking." His eyes scanned the people scattered over the
wooded glen, settling on the pretty young teenage girl shivering among
a coterie of make-up and wardrobe demons. She was dressed in a
flowery summer dress that reeked of fresh innocence and succulent
vulnerability. "That the cherry?" he asked, licking his lips.
"Her name's Gabrielle," the director explained. "We did a
shoot with her last night. Prime demon meat. Her screams are like a
symphony. Mr. Scratch really messed her up, too."
"The old crucifix cock trick, eh?" Spike was familiar with Mr.
Scratch's particular fancies.
"You've seen it before then ..?"
"There was this little convent in rural France," Spike began
to reminisce, but cut himself short. "Funny, she doesn't look very
broken in," Spike was referring to the girl's unblemished, dewy flesh.
"We did a restoration spell on her," the director explained.
"Healed everything but her memory. It'll be like ravaging a virgin
for you, man. A fucking piece of cherry pie .."
Spike smirked, pushed the director out of the way and strode
over to the girl. The demons attending to her parted when they saw
Spike. Only two female vampires stood their ground. One was older,
and she smiled at him. The other was young, petite, blonde and looked
VERY familiar. * Bullocks, * he thought to himself. * Is that?
No, it couldn't be .. * When he got closer, he saw that the blonde
only resembled his mortal enemy.
"What's wrong with you?" the blonde hissed at him. "You look
like you've just seen a ghost."
"You look like someone I .. know," he stared the blonde down.
* My God, they could be twins .. * "What's your name?"
The blonde seemed a bit put off by the fact that the infamous
Spike did not recognize her. "I'm Sarah Marie Gelman," she tried her
best to stay cocky. "Kimmy, Protector of the Universe," she mentioned
her major credit, hoping to elicit some kind of recognition from the
notorious Spike. "You do watch TV, don't you ..?"
"Not in this fucking country," Spike replied. "At least not
since they cancelled Dark Shadows. Now that was a fucking BRILLIANT
show!" He turned to Gabrielle. "So you're my little costar ..?" She
turned her doe eyes down to the ground. "Shy little bird, are we?"
Spike laughed. "I'll be fixing that soon enough."
"We need to start shooting ASAP," the director looked up at
the cloudy sky. "The sun could come out any time now .."
"I'm ready to rumble, mate." Spike stroked the shivering
teenager's cheek, and she shrank back. "You're going to be a tasty
bit of fun, love. Don't worry. I won't be gentle."
"Here's the script," the director handed Spike a sheaf of
papers. The vampire took it, looked it over for a second, then tossed
the papers in the air. "O..okay .." the director stammered. "You
want to improvise. That's cool .."
"I chase the bird down, and then we get to it," Spike
explained. "You just keep the cameras rolling. I only do one take.
She decides at the end whether she wants to die or be TURNED. You
hear that?" He cupped Gabrielle's face in his icy grip. "What
happens is up to you. You can either die like a lamb or become one of
the lions. It's all the same to me." He released her face, whipped
around and strode off towards the edge of the clearing. "Tell the
bird to start running," he snapped. "This is her head start."
"You heard the man," the director waved his hand at the camera
crew. "Vampire Prey, take 1 .."
"I'd start running if I were you, sweets," Sarah sneered at
Gabrielle. "You think last night with me and the demons was bad, just
wait til you get a load of Spike."
"Don't just stand there," Claire Gabriel barked at her
daughter. "Run, you little whore!" She slapped the girl on her ass,
and Gabrielle sprinted for the opposite edge of the woods in a wild,
screaming frenzy.
Spike appeared seconds later. The clearing was about 500
yards across, and Gabrielle had barely reached the halfway point
before the tall, blonde vampire overtook her. His cold, strong
fingers grabbed her by the hair and twisted her shrieking body to the
ground.
"I expected more from you, you little whore," Spike spit in
the teen's face. "I guess it's up to me to carry the scene now." He
backhanded the teen's pretty face, and the cameras zoomed in as her
neck snapped to one side. Spike yanked her hair and forced her to
face him as he undid his leather pants. "Hope your hungry, love," he
spit in her teary eyes and mashed her quivering lips up against the
bulge in his crotch. "Because it's time for your lunch."
His icy white demonhood snapped to sharp attention like a
switchblade. Gabrielle tried to turn away, but he tugged at her hair
and forced her to meet his frigid cockhead with her sobbing lips. She
gagged at the taste, but this only seemed to fuel the sadistic vampire
on. He stabbed his fleshy stake between the girl's slack jaws, and
gripped her ears.
The vampire's hard, eight-inch cock felt like a thick icicle
as it plowed into Gabrielle's weeping mouth. He jerked the teen's
head forward by her ears, and the shaft scraped and chafed her tongue
like she was swallowing dry ice. He throttled her mouth with his
ice-prick and hissed in her ears. "Suck it, you little whore. Suck
that vampire dick good. Your mouth feels so moist and hot around my
cold, hard cock. Suck that demon dick. Suck for your fucking soul."
"That's great, Spike," the director told him. "Just a few
more minutes so we get all the shots in." Cameramen were scurrying
all around the vampire rapist and his bawling victim. The scene was
shot from four different angles. One cameraman even managed to shoot
the choke raping from the ground up while the girl's spit and vomit
drooled and plopped onto the lens. "Okay," the director said after an
eternity of throat raping. "I think we've got that shot."
"Time to assume the position, whore," Spike snickered. With
his strong, cold hands he forced Gabrielle onto all fours, kicking her
legs apart while he stepped around her. Withdrawing a long, sharp
knife, he proceeded to slice away at the girl's flowery dress while
she screeched in terror. "Oh, come on. You know you love it," he
sneered, stretching back her lacy white panties until they bunched in
a knot along her cunt groove. "Nothing like fresh filet of virgin,"
Spike hissed before sinking his fangs into the teen's toned, succulent
ass-meat. "MMM, finger licking good," he smirked, dipping his hands
in the seeping blood and licking it from his cold fingers. His face
turned into its full, beastly vampire visage, and he tore into the
girl's supple butt with his fangs.
"NOOOOO!" the girl's screams reverberated throughout the
wooded glen as Spike tore chunk after bloody chunk from her soft pink
bottom. "Please .. stop .." she whimpered pathetically. "Please .."
"Come on, whore," Spike mocked her. "Let's really hear it."
He tore out another hunk of ass-flesh with his fangs before smearing
his hands in her blood. "Let's put on a show!" he smacked her ass
hard, then began stuffing his bloody hand into the tiny pucker of her
sphincter.
"OOOOHHHHH! EEEAARRGGHH!" Gabrielle wailed as the sadistic
vampire balled up his hand and began fisting her ass-crack brutally.
"Noooooooooo .." her wail dwindled to a whimper as Spike pounded and
punched his arm deep into her entrails.
"Come on, whore, you can do better than that." He twisted his
arm, and the bottom of his hand now disappeared into her blasted
crevice. He dug his cold, sharp fingernails into her soft, inner
ass-walls and clawed at the pink tender flesh, shredding it like
confetti. "Scream for me!" He buried his arm up past his wrist and
kept on pressing forward. "I'm going to rip your heart out through
your fucking ass, you bloody little trollop."
"N.. n .. n .." she whimpered as she felt the vampire's ice
cold tongue lapping up the blood that streamed out of her obliterated
ass.
"You want my demon cock up your ass, don't you, slut?" Spike
hissed in her ear. "Don't you ..?"
"Nooo," she continued mewling.
"Fucking whore," he yanked his arm out from between her
stretched sphincters. In a split second, his icy dick-sicle stabbed
up into her warm, bloody ass. As he began pounding into her with his
hips, he leaned over her and sank his teeth into her soft, pink neck.
"The choice is yours now, whore. Death or undead? What will it be?"
"I .. I .." Gabrielle gasped, her mind overwhelmed by the
sensation of Spike's ice-prick filling her belly while his tongue
drank the warm blood that welled up in her throat. She was going to
die, that was inevitable. But that didn't have to be the end. At
least that's what Sarah had told her last night after the first shoot.
Sarah Marie Gelman had once been just like her, a young pretty
actress looking for her first big break. She'd started out as an
ice-skater, then managed to get some soap opera work, nothing major,
before stumbling onto the H.R. Snuff'n'stuff Agency. At that time,
Snuff'n'stuff's major talent was the child-star turned primetime
sexpot, Alicia Turino. Sarah had signed on without knowing what she
was really getting into until that first test-shoot. Then she'd been
brutally introduced to the world of demon-core porn, and she found -
much to her shock - that she had a natural affinity for Hollywood's
fiendish underground.
After that first test shoot, she'd opted to be VAMPED on film
for a cool million. Of course, there was that whole "immortal soul"
clause in the contract. She'd had a few reservations about that, but
once Kimmy, Protector of the Universe came along she hadn't given her
damnation a second thought. Now Sarah Marie Gelman was the darling of
the 13-25 year-old demographic, and a spokesperson for wholesome
Marybella cosmetics to boot. Who said selling your soul was a raw
deal? It certainly hadn't hurt Sarah, and now Gabriella was faced
with the same opportunity.
Scratch told her she was a shoe-in for the part of Hope on the
Kimmy series. After another season, Sarah was going to move onto
feature films, and Gabrielle stood a good chance of inheriting the hit
series. Then she could do movies, too. And if she got VAMPED like
Sarah, she too would remain forever youthful, forever beautiful, with
strength, stamina and powers few humans could even comprehend.
Where was the conflict? What was the downside? She could die
there like a pathetic, sniveling coward, or embrace the limitless
possibilities of becoming one of the undead. Sarah told her the
drill. She needed to open her soul and drink of the spilled blood,
allowing a demon to rise through the abyss and inhabit her being for
all eternity. She pursed her lips and curled her neck around, her
tongue striving to taste the blood that warmed her neck.
"You want it, don't you, whore?" Spike jeered.
"Yes," she struggled and stretched her tongue.
"Beg me for it, whore! Beg me!"
"I .."
"Not today, Spike," the voice came out of nowhere. An instant
later, two strong arms ripped Spike from Gabrielle's broken, bloodied
ass and tossed his body hard to the ground.
His leather pants down around his knees, Spike struggled to
his feet, teeth gnashing and eyes glowering. He knew that voice. He
HATED that voice. He was going to KILL that voice. Before he could
move, however, a heavy boot kicked up into his jaw and sent him
sprawling backwards. Then a strong, cold hand seized him by his
bleached-blonde hair and pounded his skull into the earth.
"How you doing, buddy?" the voice hissed at Spike as his head
throbbed with each blow.
"You're too late Angelus," Spike spit the voice's demon name.
"Look at her. I've turned her. You've FAILED! Just like you always
do."
"Guess again, loser," Angel yanked Spike's head up so that he
faced Gabrielle. The girl's body was frozen, her tongue mere
millimeters from the pool of her own cursed blood.
"I know a few spells," the half-demon known solely as Doyle
smirked at Spike as the vampire grunted.
"I hate last minute rescues," Sarah's voice broke the silence.
A second later, her sharp boots snapped back Angel's head and sent him
tumbling off Angel. "Angel, right ..?" she asked. "I've heard of
you. I'm not impressed."
"Buffy ..?" Angel looked up and started before he realized the
pretty blonde vampire only resembled a certain slayer he knew and
loved.
"No," Sarah spit. "Don't any of you losers watch TV?" she
hissed. "My name .." she kicked Angel's startled face again. CRACK!
" .. is Sarah .." CRACK!! " .. Marie .." CRACK!!! " .. Gelman .."
Angel, who had now recovered from his momentary shock, blocked her
last kick.
"Sorry, never heard of you," Angel replied, twisting her leg
around and tossing her small body aside. The pretty blonde vampire
landed on her feet after an athletic shoulder roll. She snapped her
arms back into a fighting posture. * Okay, keep your cool, * Angel
told himself. * She looks like her, she fights like her, but it's NOT
her .. *
"What's wrong, pretty boy?" Sarah mocked. "Is big bad Angel
scared of little old me?"
"Why don't you come over here and see?" Angel snarled.
"She won't have to, wanker," Spike was now approaching Angel
from his other side, a very sharp wooden stake in his hands. "Spike's
on the job now."
"Don't be such a guy," Sarah snapped at Spike. "I can handle
pretty boy here myself." She extended her hand, and one of the demons
on the crew tossed her a wooden stake.
"Oh, this ought to be good," Spike snickered. He stopped and
crossed his arms over his chest.
"It doesn't matter to me who goes first," Angel snorted, his
face in full vampire visage. "Come on, blondie, let's see what you've
got."
Sarah was airborne before Angel could react. Her body twirled
in a double toe loop, and the pointed toes of her black boots caught
Angel square in the chin. He staggered back and saw the stake
whistling towards his exposed chest. Angel rolled with the kick and
fell on his back. The stake caught nothing but air. Angel aimed a
savage kick between Sarah's legs. The pretty vampire spilled to the
ground, clutching at her crotch. Angel was back to his feet a second
later.
Coughing and gasping, Sarah lunged at Angel with a desperate
fury. Still staggering, though, she was a second too slow. Angel
sidestepped her thrust, then aimed a blow to her stomach. Flexing his
wrist, he engaged the wooden stake attached to his arm. The spring
activated and a wooden stake snapped out from under his hand. The
sharp point bit into Sarah's flat tummy, ripping into her trim torso.
"FUCK! I just signed that FUCKING movie deal .. " she hissed
before he body vaporized into a cloud of ash.
"One down .." Angel shrugged his shoulders and turned to
Spike.
"This is awesome," the director called from behind the row of
cameras capturing all the action. "Scratch is going to eat this shit
up. Vampire versus vampire .. to the UNdeath! Keep mixing it up
guys. Let's get a real grand finale going."
"The whole demonic underworld is going to watch me finish you
off, you bloody poof," Spike sneered.
"Let's do it, then." Angel matched Spike's malevolence fang
for fang.
"Aren't you forgetting something, mate?" Doyle interrupted the
showdown.
"Not now, Doyle," Angel barked.
"The girl is safe," Doyle pressed. "That's what we came here
to do. Now there's someone else who needs saving. Or have you
forgotten ..?"
Angel tensed, ready to lash out, but then an image crossed his
soul. Yes, he had a soul. Not just rage and bloodlust, but a soul.
Someone who trusted him was now in danger because of him. Every
demonic voice shrieking inside him told him to stay and fight, to
quench his bloodlust. Only one small voice called him back from the
brink -- an annoying, whiny, yet vulnerable voice. The voice of
someone who was counting on him. * Don't worry, Cordelia. I'm coming
.. *
Angel moved slowly to Doyle's side. Doyle now had Gabrielle
standing up. Her face was in a zombie-like stupor. She was weak from
loss of blood. Doyle waved his hand at the crew of demons barring
their escape. His hand now glowed with an ethereal luminescence.
"Anybody here want to mess with my Mojo?" Doyle challenged the demons.
The demon film crew parted and let Angel, Doyle and the girl
through. Angel backed up slowly, his eyes locked on Spike, ready for
the vampire's attack. Spike only grinned. "I don't know where you're
going," he called out to Angel. "But wherever it is, you'll be too
late. You're always too late, Angelus. Your heart's just not in it.
YOU'RE A KILLER," he howled as Angel and Doyle put Gabrielle in the
backseat of their car. "YOU'LL NEVER BE A SAVIOR!"

6

"Well, this is it, Ms. Chase," Scratch swept his hand through
air and twirled around. "This is where we make the magic." He
indicated the empty set, filled with weird, futuristic-looking torture
devices.
"Oh, goody," Cordelia's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'm
going to be a movie star." She looked at the skeleton crew of two
demonic-looking cameramen and a grip that looked like a troll.
"You don't seem very enthusiastic," Scratch observed with a
wry smile. "Hardly the kind of attitude I'd expect from a girl who's
just about to get her first break."
"The only thing that's about to break around here is your
head," Cordelia spat back defiantly. "Um .. guys, ANY TIME NOW!"
"Obviously you think someone is at the other end of that
microphone you have hidden in your handbag," Scratch laughed. "Well,
who is it, Ms. Chase. Just who exactly is your cavalry? Funny, I
don't seem to see them busting down the door and saving the day."
"Oh, you just wait," Cordelia tried her best to sound brave.
"They just want to make a dramatic entrance. I am an actress, you
know .."
"Come now, Ms. Chase," Scratch jeered. "You're no more an
actress than I'm one of Jerry's Kids."
Before Scratch could react, Cordelia lashed out with a sharp
blow across his face. "Don't EVER make fun of the handicapped!" she
hissed. "And I am so an actress!" she added, kicking the demon in the
nuts and doubling him over. "I'm the Ponds Hand Cream Girl, and
pretty soon the world will see the rest of me, too."
"I don't know who you are, cunt!" Scratch snarled, his human
form giving way to his demonic visage. "But you're dead!" He lunged
at her, and Cordelia wasn't fast enough to avoid his hands. He
grabbed her by her hair and swung her around in a dizzying circle
before hurling her against a table.
Cordelia's body crumbled in a heap. Her side had struck the
edge of the table at full force, knocking the wind out of her and
possibly rupturing a kidney. She tried to fight her consciousness
through the dark haze obscuring her vision, but she felt herself
slipping into the darkness.
Scratch's razor sharp clothes shredded her form-fitting black
dress, exposing her toned statuesque body, which was still scarred
from the werewolf attack the night before. "Are you getting all
this?" Scratch asked his cameramen as he lifted Cordelia's limp body
and exposed her naked, bruised skin for a full close-up.
With her last vestiges of strength, Cordlia tried to squirm
away from his pincer-like grip. But the demon only shook her like a
ragdoll, his razor claws biting into her tit flesh and drawing blood.
While she moaned, he licked the crimson moisture from his fingers and
winked at the camera. "It's playtime," he cackled.
He hoisted her body up onto the table. Pinning her on her
back, he smiled as shackles emerged from the tabletop and locked
around her wrists and ankles. "Spread her legs," Scratch ordered the
table, and the shackles complied, splaying her thighs as wide as they
could go. Scratch then turned around and pointed to the trollish prop
man. "The hellfire ants," he snapped. "Quickly!"
The troll appeared a moment later with a dark black canister,
which he handed to Scratch. Scratch took the can, unfastened the lid
and showed Cordelia the contents.
Thousands of red, glowing ants teemed in the hollow darkness
of the can. Cordelia screamed as Scratch poured them on her belly.
Each leg of each ant seared her flesh as they swarmed across her
tanned, tender flesh. Half of the ants worked their way up her torso
to her mouth, while the others headed south, towards her other exposed
orifices. Cordelia had never experienced such utter, soul
extinguishing terror in her whole life. The pain itself was
unbearable, but the knowledge that these foul, fiendish bugs were
going to invade her body was unbearable.
"Get her face!" Scratch told the cameraman. "I want to see
every moment .. every soul shattering sensation." He turned back to
Cordelia. "These little babies will devour you from the inside out,
Ms. Chase, and you will stay conscious the entire while. The ordeal
can sometimes last days, and you will never grow numb or pass out.
You will see, feel and experience every excruciating second."
"Please .. kill me .." Cordelia heard herself pleading.
"Please just kill me! PLEEEEEAAAASSSEE!"
"Eventually, my dear," Scratch mocked her. "Eventually.
First I want to hear you beg some more. Now who's your daddy?" he
chucked her chin. "Who's your little snuggums wuggums?"
"Arrggkkkrhhhhhh!" Cordelia screeched.
"Say you love Satan!" Scratch teased her.
"ACCCKKHHGGHH!" Cordelia gagged as the hellfire ants assaulted
her clenched mouth, burrowing between her lips and into her gums.
"AHHHRRGGGHH!" she howled, unable to keep her jaws locked and allowing
the hellfire ants to march blindly into her gasping, gagging mouth.
"OOOWWWGGHHFFF!" she wailed when she felt the rest of the ants begin
their assault on her labia and sphincter. The fire in their tiny legs
was now creeping into every tender, frazzled nerve in her succulent
flesh.
The pain was all-consuming and unrelenting that she expected
to die at any moment. But she was to have no such mercy. Each
agonizing, terrorizing second stretched on for an eternity of tortuous
anguish. The ants were in her womb, her intestines, her stomach, her
lungs - every last corner of her being, and they were devouring her,
morsel by morsel, atom by atom. And instead of growing inured to the
devastation, each second's assault grew more intense, the torment more
acute.
"Can I have a piece of that?" the trollish grip asked Scratch.
"It's all yours," Scratch nodded.
Cordelia could only shriek as the tiny demon climbed on the
table, a spiked cock almost the exact size of a beer can looming
before the lips of her infested pussy. "I never raped a cunt filled
with hellfire ants before," he spat in Cordelia's face. "I hear it
makes for one helluva ride." He jabbed his spiked troll-dick into her
infested snatch and barreled into her womb, shoving even more ants
deep inside her flat, tanned tummy.
Her body twitched and writhed with every new, and even more
horrific violation. She could feel the lights from the cameras
burning her brow. She was finally going to be a star. * PLEASE JUST
LET ME DIE! * she howled to herself as the ants burrowed deeper into
her soul.
"Oh, fuck, that's good," the troll pressed his putrid lips
to Cordelia's, and she helplessly felt his spiny tongue stroke at her
own tongue. "Your fucking pussy is so hot and wet, you little cunt.
That's it. keep jerking your body like that. You have no idea how
good that feels on my cock."
Cordelia tried to fight the familiar urges that now began
bucking at her hips. It was always the same when her cunt tasted
infernal cock. It felt SOOOOOO good. It eviscerated her, bored a
hole in her being, then filled it with an all-consuming fire. She
felt her thighs spread even wider, her hips begin pounding her pelvis
hard into the troll's thrusting, spiked cock.
The troll's unbelievable thickness was stretching her to
inhuman dimensions, and his spiny spikes tore at her every exposed
nerve in her cunt. It was like being fucked by a French tickler
dipped in LSD. Every thrust brought a new rush of agonizing
nightmares and ecstatic visions. The hellfire ants featsing at her
insides only heightened the cosmic, orgasmic spasms ripping through
her belly and igniting her soul.
Cordelia Chase was being TURNED once and for all. She'd
tasted demon-rape twice before, and nearly escpaed with her human soul
intact. But this time it was different. This time she was ready to
surrender that last small shred of humanity in her wounded soul. All
she wanted now was demon-cock. Even if she died a second later, at
least her last moments would be filled the indescribable ecstasy of
demon-cock obliterating her pathetic humanity.
"Come on, you fucking troll!" she snarled, her soul scant
moments away from complete demonic possession. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME TO
HELL!" She bucked her hips up meet the troll's thrust, but she
suddenly felt his body go limp and collapse on top of her. "NOOO!"
she howled, somehow instinctively knowing who had cut her orgasmic
thrill ride short.
The troll was lifted off her body, and Angel stared into her
eyes.
"YOU FUCKING JERK!" she barked at Angel. "YOU'RE TOO LATE!
YOU'RE TOO FUCKING LATE! YOU WEREN'T DEMON ENOUGH TO TAKE ME, SO I
JUST FOUND SOMEONE WHO IS."
"You don't want to do this, Cordelia," Angel tried to speak
calmly to her.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT, YOU DICKLESS LOSER," Cordelia's
teeth gnashed.
"You have to fight it," Angel continued. "You can't let the
demon inside you. You have to fight it .."
"She's mine now, you pathetic excuse for a vampire," Scratch
emerged from the shadows brandishing super-soaker squirt gun and a
sharp wooden stake. "Now back off!" He blasted a jet of water at
Angel, and it burned against the vampire's exposed skin.
Angel leaped backwards to avoid another stream of what he now
knew was Holy Water.
"That's it, Scrtachy," Cordelia hissed. "Fry his lame,
vampire ass."
"That's not you talking, Cordelia," Angel kept at her.
"That's not even you feeling. That's a demon who's trying to possess
you. You have to fight him, Cordelia. Think of everything you've
experienced .. remember Sunnydale .. remember all your friends .."
As Cordelia Chase felt the demon seeping into the last few
recesses of her soul, a vision suddenly flashed across her mind. It
was the face of Xander Harris, his mouth curled in mockery. "What a
surprise," she heard him say. "Cordelia Chase possessed by an evil
demon. Anybody here able to tell the difference?"
* Fuck you, Xander Harris, * she hissed at the vision. * When
I return triumphantly to Sunnydale, I will feast on your broken heart!
* Her body shook with rage, her mind fixated on the image of Xander,
Willow, Giles, Oz and, of course, little Miss Perfect Slayer herself,
Buffy. * I'll show you. I'll show you all! * Suddenly a cold,
visible calm passed over Cordelia's trembling, naked body.
"Sunnydale?" she spit at Angel. "Friends? They were never my
FREINDS," she spit in Angel's eye again. "They were all jealous of
me. Just like you. I'm better than all of you, and now I'm going to
prove it." She looked up at Scratch. "Let me up," she hissed. "Let
me up so I can rip his fucking heart out and shove it down his fucking
little oh-I'm-so-tortured-pity-me throat. I'll show you pain, you
self-righteous bastard. I'll show you a whole universe of pain."
"This could be very interesting," Scratch snapped his fingers,
the shackles withdrew, and Cordelia sprang off the table.
"Give me the stake," Cordelia snarled at Scratch. "When I'm
done killing him, we're going to bump uglies over his cold, rotten
corpse."
"Can't pass up an offer like that," Scratch handed Cordelia
the stake. She whirled around to face Angel.
"Come here, pretty boy," she mocked him. "I'm a demon now, so
you have to try and kill me. Come on! Or are you afraid of me?"
Angel cocked his head to the side and his vampire visage
appeared. "I was really hoping this could have turned out
differently, Cordelia. I really thought we could be .. friends .."
"When I'm done with you, I think I'll bop on down to Sunnydale
and see all my old friends - Willow, Xander, Giles, Miss Calender .."
* Miss Calender, * Angel stopped at the name.
" .. and of course Buffy," Cordelia prattled on. "Won't they
all be so glad to see their friend, Cordelia. They'd never ever think
poor stupid Cordy is there to kill them. SURPRISE!"
Angel moved in now. Doyle, who had just finished disposing of
the two cameramen, now thrust himself in front of Angel. "No, you
can't .."
"Out of my way," Angel shoved Doyle hard to the floor. "This
isn't Cordelia anymore. She has to die."
"Come closer, come closer, said the spider to the fly,"
Cordelia snarled, waving the stake before Angel's glowering eyes.
Angel was now within striking distance. One blow to his midsection,
and she could kill the unkillable vampire. She poised her hand,
cocked her arm, then suddenly at the last second spun around. The
stake stabbed straight into Scratch's midsection, and she drove it
down hard. "Oh, I was ACTING," she threw up her hands and stepped out
of the way. "He's all yours now," she nodded to Angel. "My work is
done here."
Angel smiled, gave Scratch a double karate chop on both sides
of his neck. There was a vicious crackling sound, and then Angel tore
off the demon's head with a savage fury.
"You're not .." Doyle looked at Cordelia in dumbfounded awe.
"Of course not," Cordelia snapped. "What do you think I am,
some kind of loser. Now get these creepy ant thingies out of me!
NOW!" she gave him her demonic voice.
Doyle picked up the black canister that had originally housed
the hellfire ants and opened it again. The rim of the can glowed, and
a a cylinder of light emerged. It bathed Cordelia, and an instant
later all the hellfire ants began scurrying out of her mouth, pussy
and asshole. Doyle set the can on the ground, and within a minute's
time it was filled with every last demonic insect.
"EWWWWWWWWWW!" Cordelia shook her body and flapped her arms
about like a madwoman. "Again .. EWWWWWW!" she repeated the spastic
ritual while Angel and Doyle watched in fascination.
"You knew she was faking?" Doyle asked the vampire. "How the
hell did you know?"
"I didn't .. really," Angel's face had returned to its human
form. "It was something she said, the name Miss Calender. Jenny
Calender was from the gypsy tribe that cursed me, gave me back my
soul. I killed her. There was no way Cordelia could have forgotten
that. I guessed she was trying to give me some kind of message, and I
just had to .. trust her."
""Pretty Gwyneth, if I do say so myself," Cordelia smiled to
herself. She suddenly realized she was naked and her partners were
gawking at her body again. "Um .. do you mind?"
"Sorry," Angel looked away with a grin and started scrounging
around the set for something Cordelia could wear.
"I just don't know how the hell you did it," Doyle was still
shaking his head. "I've been around a long time, and I've never seen
anyone resist that kind of possession .. EVER," he added for emphasis.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"Negative b plus or minus the old square root of b squared,"
Cordelia started humming to herself, " .. minus 4 a c and you put
the whole thing over 2 times a .."
"What the hell does that mean?" Doyle pressed her.
"Negative b plus or minus the old square root of b squared,"
Cordelia repeated the annoying song again, " .. minus 4 a c and you
put the whole thing over 2 times a .."
"You're nuts, lass. You know that? Nuts." He shook his head
and backed away as Cordelia approached him, mindlessly repeating the
Quadratic Formula song over and over again. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM
ME, you crazy loon," he shouted, scrambling up the stairs to escape
her.
"Here," Angel tossed her what appeared to be one of the
costumes from Scratch's wardrobe department - a set of loose fitting,
pale blue scrubs. "Their not Versace', but I think they'll do in a
pinch."
"Thanks," she smiled at him. "Around," she suddenly scowled
and twirled her finger in a circle.
Angel nodded and turned around. "You know, Buffy once told me
never to underestimate you. I'm glad I listened to her, because I
really could have killed you back there."
"But you wouldn't have," Cordelia replied in her cocky,
sing-songy voice.
"And why is that?"
"Because I would have killed you first." She finished
dressing and flicked the back of Angel's hair. "Negative b plus or
minus the old square root of b squared," Cordelia started the song
again and skipped up the stairs, " .. minus 4 a c and you put the
whole thing over 2 times a .."
Angel listened to her voice fade, and then let the silence
settle over him. He looked at the bodies of the dead demons and
smiled. Gabrielle was safe now with Kate down at the police station.
The poor girl had lost her mother and father, but she was alive, and
she wasn't a vampire, and that was a good thing.
What had Spike yelled to him, that he was a killer and could
never be a savior ..? Angel nodded his head slowly. Well, maybe he
wasn't a savior. Maybe that wasn't the point. Maybe it was all about
the small victories. Maybe that's how the war was won. Maybe that's
what would eventually heal his soul and finally give him peace.
"Negative b plus or minus the old square root of b squared .."
Suddenly Cordelia's annoying song and even more annoying singing voice
started reverberating through his mind. " .. minus 4 a c and you put
the whole thing over 2 times a .." He tried to shake it off, but the
tune had possessed him, droning on over and over again. He heard the
demon inside him howling to be let out. He smiled and walked up the
stairs.

FINIS