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Untitled Cordy gen fic 
17th-Jul-2008 05:43 pm
cordelia writing
This might be a first for me, writing Cordelia gen fic. *is skeered*

Written for fantas_magoria for The Harvest challenge.


People have a tendency to rationalize what they can, and forget what they can’t.
-Giles in The Harvest.


In the cold, safe light of morning, Cordelia Chase showers and dresses for school, stopping for a skinny latte at the Expresso Pump for the jolt she needs to shrug off a sleepless night.

Well, not exactly sleepless. More like full of nightmares that kept jarring her awake.

The school is talking about the big to-do at the Bronze the night before and her friends come rushing at her to get the dish first hand. She’s properly scandalized as she tells them about the gangs that tried to take over the club, about the disappearances and deaths and the big thug on stage that needed, like, major Botox treatments to iron out the serious wrinkles on his face.

She talks about Buffy, making sure everyone looks at the new girl like she’s a freak. Cordelia thinks she’s bi-polar or manic or something because no one that small should be that strong unless there’s some chemical imbalance going on.

What she keeps to herself is how glad she was to see Buffy, because even though the girl tried to stab her with a piece of wood, she was the only one in the club not afraid, and that she actually managed to make the creeps scatter like roaches getting the big spray.

What she doesn’t want to think about is the black light in Jesse’s eyes when she danced with him, and how hard his hold was when he was trying to hang on to her rather than give her over to the tacky blonde in the parochial school outfit.

What she won’t acknowledge to herself is how horrible his face looked when he knocked her down and climbed on top of her, how cold and stiff his skin was where he touched her.

And how, in her nightmares, his teeth were white like bones shining in the dark, and sharper than knives, and how his breath was rancid like meat left out in the sun.

What she does, is keep on talking.

Until she forgets.


The end

18th-Jul-2008 03:40 am (UTC)
I am really glad you did a Cordy genfic. This is fantastic. Very much in her voice. There are some lines that had me chuckling for sure like like, major Botox treatments to iron out the serious wrinkles on his face. and creeps scatter like roaches getting the big spray. Loved her thoughts on Buffy and how strong she is. Great piece of work. :)
18th-Jul-2008 09:02 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you, I'm glad to know I can write genfic.

I had been wondering.....

18th-Jul-2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
Yeah, well, um...

Don't let it replace the smut, yanno.

Just saying is all.

18th-Jul-2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
Are you kidding? Every day my muse gets fed real good.

Thanks for that.

Your icon.....how awesome (and creepy) is it that he smells her like that? lol
18th-Jul-2008 11:32 pm (UTC)
I wanted to write a comment, but Kelly's always stealing my thoughts and always in my head! LOL ;P

Pretty much everything Kelly said. I enjoyed this piece very much. I liked being in CC's head. Yep, this is another one for my memories. *clicks*
19th-Jul-2008 04:01 am (UTC)
Hive brain, hive brain!

But thanks for commenting anyway. :D
18th-Jul-2008 06:08 am (UTC)
very good!
18th-Jul-2008 09:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

18th-Jul-2008 07:50 pm (UTC)
:applauds: I'd read more Cordy genfic from you :batslashes:
18th-Jul-2008 09:04 pm (UTC)
Flirt. *winks*

Thank you.
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