Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-11 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor reilly, cordelia chase, wesley wyndam-pryce |
WHO: Cordelia Chase, Connor Reilly, and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
WHAT: Meeting up to discuss a few things.
WHEN: An hour or so after this.
WHERE: Cabin #003
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Aside from eating and sleeping, Cordelia hadn't spent much time in her own cabin. Before the zombies had arrived she could typically be found at the Activities Center, either teaching an archery lesson or putting in some practice of her own. If she wasn't there, she was at the stables. Having grown up with horses of her own, she had a love for the animals and found riding them to be as much fun as it had been as a young girl. Now, since the zombies had showed up, she was typically found either on the roof of the hotel - a good spot to pick the creatures off if they managed to get too close - or she was on the ground, near the staff cabins, taking out any zombies that came her way. She simply didn't see much point in staying inside her cabin unless it was a necessity, because there was still work to be done and people who needed help.
Now, however, she was in her cabin for a different reason. She wasn't hungry. She wasn't tired. She was worried. Okay, worried and a little angry, but mostly worried. After her conversation with Buffy, she'd done a lot of thinking. She had gone back over the various conversations she'd had with Angel since their reunion. She'd considered everything she'd seen him say and do in regards to others. And as much as she loved him - and part of her would always love him - she had finally come to a realization that was perhaps one of the most difficult ones she'd ever experienced.
She wasn't sure she trusted him anymore.
Granted, she knew that part of it wasn't his fault. He was from a different time than she was. He hadn't been through half of what she had experienced and she couldn't fault him for that. However she could fault him for a few things. Like keeping her at a distance. Outright avoiding telling her things that directly involved her. And, perhaps most importantly of all, going to Buffy with something that was life-altering for all of them and not even so much as breathing a word of it to her.
It didn't seem right. It didn't fit. Angel had been willing to rip a hole in reality itself to get her back from Pylea and had just started to earn her and Wes' (and Gunn's) trust back after firing them all over Darla. Yet here, he acted as though none of that had happened. He seemed to either have forgotten about their deal of no secrets or was just conveniently ignoring it when it suited him. He seemed to also have tried to fall right back into the role of Head Vampire In Charge, when that was exactly what had led to him firing them all in the first place.
Cordelia was many things but stupid wasn't one of them. She knew she had changed drastically since that time. She was no longer able to be bought off by a wardrobe nor did she want the life of luxury and fame that she once had. She didn't expect for a second that Angel would take any of that with stride because, again, he hadn't been there for it. But she thought it was only fair that he at least try to remember that, in his time, she still wasn't one to have decisions made for her and she certainly wasn't happy with being kept out of the loop. And she couldn't understand why he seemed to have regressed back to the vampire he'd been when she'd first started working for him. Why he felt that Buffy - someone he had long since told, even by his own point in time, to stay out of his life and his city - was more trustworthy than she was. Or Wes, for that matter.
Which is why she'd finally contacted Wes and Connor. Sighing heavily, she glanced at her watch and resumed her pacing across the front porch of the cabin. They would be there any minute and, with any luck, could come to a decision without too much difficulty. Then she would know how to feel. How to act. What to do. For right now though, she was more lost than she'd ever been before, and she didn't like it. Not one little bit.