Title: Love is Blindness

Author: AngelChase ([email protected])

Disclaimer: The ideas are free. Once they are out

there, you don't know what will happen. But the WBtv

and Co. owns them...

Rating: PG 13

Spoiler: U2's song Love is Blindness + somewhere in

the second season of Angel, after he fires the gang.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Angel and Cordelia.

Distribution: Take me, just let me know where...

Feedback: Honesty, ok? It is my first fiction piece

and I'd really like to know if I should give this up

before I waste anymore time.

"Love is blindness

I don't want to see

Won't you wrap the night

Around me

Take my heart

Love is blindness..."

"I'm vision girl. He can't fire me! I get the stupid

and painful visions for the sake of his redemption and

this is what I get? He fired me? Fired us?", Cordelia

said. Her eyes were a mixture of anger and sadness.

"I think he needs to be on his own. He's been darker

and broodier that usual lately", Wesley replied,

trying to calm her down.

"But still... he can't walk out on us. We can't walk

out right now. I' going back in", she assured as she

grabbed the box containing her stuff and headed for

the hotel again.

"Barbie, that doesn't sound like a good a idea...",

Gunn tried to stop her, but she went inside anyway.

Both men stayed outside the main gate, watching her

enter the old building.

"I thought I was pretty clear. You are fired,

therefore, you have nothing to do in here", Angel said

in a low tone, not even looking up from the armchair

he was brooding in.

"Well, I'm not leaving. Not until I get my life back.

I get the stupid visions for you. I deal with the pain

for you. Set me free, and I'll be out the door in a

second", Cordelia replied coldly.

"I'm setting you free. You don't know what is going

on. Go away. Get out, Cordelia. Now!", Angel shouted

at her.

"Make me. Come on, kill me if you have to", Cordelia

dared him.

"Get the hell out!", he shouted louder, grabbing

forcefully her arm and pushing her towards the main

door. He opened the door while he grabbed her by her

waist. She wasn't giving much resistence. He let her

outside and then slammed the door. The last thing he

saw was the painfull look in his eyes. "Damn it,

Angel. You shouldn't have looked at her", he said to

himself while he bend on his knees, feeling the ache

of his still heart at the thought of her sorrow.

Cordelia was left standing on the stairs, she was

staring at the door. Angel hadn't only fired her. He

had kicked her out. Or was it Angelus? Who was that?

Her best friend? There was no way on earth that could

have been her Angel. "So, what now?", she asked

herself out loud. A vision stroke before she could

figure out an answear. Purple demons chasing a young

man. He was bleeding. The pain was unbearable. "What

am I supposed to do with this?", she screamed towards

the sky. "I don't want this!, I don't deserve this!",

she shouted, braking down and crying. She was alone at

the hotel entrance.

Angel was looking at her through a window. Cordelia

was on her knees and she was crying. After a few

minutes, she calmed down. She opened her purse and she

took out a sharp knife. "She's a hunter in a way",

Angel thought. But Cordelia pressed gently the blade

agains her left wrist. A narrow line of blood

appeared.

"A little death

Without mourning

No call

And no warning

Baby... a dangerous idea

That almost makes sense"

"Cordelia, don't...", Angel screamed while rushing out

from the hotel.

"Too late, there's no turning back...", she moaned.

The thin red line was now a flood, she looked pale and

her breathing was slow. Angel tore his shirt and

aplied a piece to stop the bleeding.

"Fuck you, Angel. Don't try to save me. No one can",

she whispered.

"Don't say that. Don't do this. You can't die, you

can't", he said, grabbing her fading body into his

arms.

"Don't act like you care, bastard. I've had it. I

won't deal with the pain anymore. Your pain. You

deserve a goodbye kiss, just like the one Doyle gave

me. And then you can keep your fucking visions to

yourself".

"I care. You don't understand. I care and that's why

I'm pushing you away. All of you. This is going to get

really nasty. And you can't be there. Please,

Cordelia... hang on. Don't leave me", Angel begged

her.

Cordelia moaned his name. One last breath emanating

from her lips. She closed her eyes feeling numb and

cold. She felt the rose of Angel's lips against hers.

She felt a cool drop falling on her cheek. Then she

felt nothing more.

Her body grew colder and colder in his arms. The blood

stopped flowing from her wrist, but there was so much

out already. When she closed her eyes, he placed a

kiss on her pale lips and felt a tear run down his

cheek. What had he done? He had sent her away. He had

hurt her. He made her killed herself. She wanted a

release. She had only put up with them because of him,

and after he kicked her out... Cordelia was dead. He

had killed her. He had killed his one true friend, his

one true love.

"Love is drowning

In a deep well

All the secrets

And no one to tell..."

He bent down and bite her neck. He started drinking

from her. Her blood was already cold. While he was

drinking Cordelia's blood, a memory stroke him. Darla

was telling him something after she sired him: "You

must not drink from the dead, because thus, you die".

"Love is blindness

I don't want to see

Won't you wrap the night

Around me

Oh my love

Blindness..."

THE END