Cordelia Chase (ex_cordychas618) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-05 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | cordelia chase |
WHO: Cordelia Chase (CLOSED)
WHAT: Her own personal version of Hell.
WHEN: Not long after her arrival.
WHERE: Davy Jones' Locker
RATING: PGish, if that
STATUS: COMPLETE
"What would ever make you think that I would choose someone like you when I can have Buffy? I was only with you for the sex, Cor. Don't tell me you didn't realize that."
It had to be a dream, it just had to be. As Cordelia stared up at her Champion, tears glistening in her hazel orbs and her heart feeling as though it had simply shattered inside of her chest, she kept telling herself that it just had to be a dream. Her gaze flickered to the others present, lower lip quivering at the sneers and taunting expression on the faces of those she considered her dearest friends.
"You offer no assistance in research," Wesley stated coldly.
"You can't fight worth a damn," Gunn added with a smirk.
"And you're just not a very good friend at all!" Fred concluded.
"Stop it!" Cordelia finally managed to find her voice. "All of you, just stop it! I do contribute! I'm Vision Girl!" She had found her voice, all right, but it certainly didn't sound like her. Gone was the strong woman who always spoke her mind and kept her head raised high in all situations. In her place was a heartbroken girl who was coming face-to-face with her worst fear: the loss of her friends, of her purpose. She felt like she could hardly breathe...
"Like I can't find another Seer," Angel scoffed with a shake of his head. "You're just as replacable as Doyle was. Although, at least he wasn't as pathetic as you. He didn't actually think I was in love with him." He laughed, then, and the others joined in.
Cordelia couldn't take it anymore.
With a broken sob, she spun on her heel and began to run. Tears blurred her vision, causing her to slip, trip, and even fall once or twice. She paid no attention to where she was going. She didn't even care, as long as it was far away from the hateful words and insults. Eventually, though, her body gave out and she collapsed to the ground into little more than a sobbing heap. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there with their words ringing in her ears. It could have been minutes, hours, days, even years. Time seemed to have no meaning in the midst of such heartache. She could stay here forever and it just wouldn't matter anymore.
The sound of footsteps, however, caused her to look up with a faintly hopeful expression. Had they come to apologize?
The answer was a clear 'no' the second Cordelia laid eyes on her ex-boyfriend. Wiping the tears quickly from her eyes, she rose hesitantly to her feet. In a small voice, she whispered, "Xander?"
"Oh, there you are!" came his cheerful reply. Moving closer, he continued. "I was looking for you! I wanted to tell you that you were wrong. I'm not the Zeppo." His smile turned cruel. "You are."
His words knocked the wind out of her. She stumbled backward, betrayal etched into her features as she stared at him. "No," she whispered, "not you too. God, please..." Looking skyward, she suddenly screamed, "WHAT DID I DO WRONG?"
"See, that's just it, cupcake," came an all too familiar voice. Warily she turned her attention to where Xander stood, only to find Lorne now standing beside him holding a drink and smiling at her. "Everything you do is wrong. You shouldn't even exist. Your aura faded years ago."
Xander snorted. "Was it ever very bright to begin with?" he quipped.
Cordelia choked back a sob and turned from them, intending on running again. However, her path was blocked by Angel. Turning again, she found Wesley in her way. Then Gunn. Then Fred. Eventually, they had her completely surrounded, their taunts seeming to echo within her mind as they began to draw closer to her.
Terrible friend.
Zeppo.
Stupid little girl.
Can't do a damn thing right.
Shouldn't even exist.
Pathetic.
Then they were upon her and Cordelia crumpled. The last thing she could see before the darkness came was Angel's sneering face.
"NO!" she screamed, suddenly finding herself back on the beach. She was sitting down in the sand, not far from the surf. The scenery reminded her of one of the beaches she'd visited as a young girl while vacationing with her parents. Sucking in some air and trying to calm herself, the Seer smiled. "It was just a dream," she murmured, the serenity of her surroundings serving as a balm in lieu of such a nightmare. "My friends still want me around. Angel still loves me, still chose me."
"What would ever make you think that I would choose someone like you when I can have Buffy? I was only with you for the sex, Cor. Don't tell me you didn't realize that."
And with those same hateful words, Cordelia Chase found herself once more surrounded by people she considered her family, the vicious cycle beginning anew.