Awakenby TiaraRated: Hmm... I hate rating stuff R. It makes me feel so dirty! And I hardly rate anything R, so lets say... mature audience. We are talking about Angelus here, right?
Disclaimer: No belongy to me-y. In other words, I own didly squat!
Spoilers: Let's see.... if you don't know go back to my first posting of this series and read what I have there.
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Summery: AU, Lilith greets her first childe
Galway, Ireland 1753
Lilith was there as soon as night fell. She wanted to be there for her childe, unlike Darla was for her. She waited, reading the inscription on the stone that layed above his fresh grave. He was twenty seven, by the look of it. She plucked a fresh rose from a near by grave and inhaled its sweet sent and smiled when she saw the first stirring of soil.
She watched as his first, strong hand rose from the grave, reaching out. She kneeled before the grave and softly brushed the rose against his skin as she watched the rest of him crawl up. She helped him up until he was completely out of the grave and noted how he was wincing here and there.
"Ssh," Lilith hushed, dusting the remaing dirt from his coat and hair, "I know it hurts... it always hurts..."
Liam looked down at her, and swallowed hard. He felt tired and he ached almost every where.
He looked down at his angel of the night, "Am I dreaming?"
Lilith smiled up at him, "It feels that way, doesn't it? It's foggy..." She brought her pointer finger up and touched her nose, "Am I dreaming you," She tapped his nose with that finger, trailing it down to his lips and softly licking her finger over his lips before pulling her face away, "Or, are..." She trailed her hand down, "you..." down, "dreaming," until she reached that `sinful' area of his body, "me?" She squeezed him softly, quickly, before moving her hand away and bringing the rose back up to her lips.
He growled, watching as she brushed the rose against her soft neck and trailing around the rim of her dress around her shoulders and chest. She brought the rose up to his cheek, and lovingly brushed it against his cheek. She smiled when she heard his growling softly turn
into soft purrs, "What exactly is your name?"
"Lilith." She answered, almost shyly. She lifted one of his hands and brushed the rose over the back of his knuckles before kissing them, "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry." Liam growled, his arm snacking around her waist, and possessively pulling her forward.
"Now there's something I think I can help you with," Lilith whispered as he brought her close and swooped down on her with smothering, hungry kisses to her lips, exposed throat, and lower until Lilith brought his face back up to meet hers, "Let me tell you something that I learned all on my own. Family blood is sweetest you'll ever taste..." She licked his lips again before he brought her up against him again and kissed her with such a strong passion.
The rose in her hand, immediately forgetten, fell to the floor below them, and was crushed under his foot.
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Lilith had watched from the darkness as Liam worked. He had a good talent for these games. She thought of what her sire would think of him, then decided that she would keep him a secret for a little while longer. It was still early, and knowing Darla, she would not be back
until the last minutes before sun rise.
Slowly, she made her way to his home, and watched as he sat a the chair next to the fire place, looking pensive.
She walked in, avoiding the dead body of his mother, and gazing down at his tiny sister. Bending down, she brushed her hand over her forehead, and sighed as she stood back up, "You feel odd." She commented, looking at the dead body of Liam's father, a bastard who
never approved of his son.
"It wasn't as fufilling as I thought it would be," He commented.
"That's because he was your father," Lilith stated, "When I killed my father last year, I couldn't help but stay a while afterwards, wondering how the old man had ever raised me up the way he did. You wanted him to confess that you were better than him. That he never
appreciated you... that he should have while he was alive... that he should have mourned your death to the very moment where it would be all he could think about..."
He glanced down at his father, then back up at her.
"Will it always be like that?"
"No," Lilith whispered, moving to sit on his lap, "It will get better..." She touched his lips, "Killng for a vampire is like making love..." She grinned wickedly, "It only gets better with practice..."
He looked up at her, "Practice, eh?" He wrapped his arms around her waist, "Would you like to demenstraight that?"
Lilith purred, "With pleasure..."
"And more so," He grinned before claiming her lips. They kissed, hungry for this passion, they knocked over the table, the vase holding the roses breaking. They laughed as he lowered them in front of the fire place, the bodies of his family long forgotten.
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They lay in the mist of the after glow of there mating, his arm drapping over her thin waist as she rested her head on his coat, staring into the fire.
He leaned over her, kissing her cheek and neck lazily as she played with the soft petals of one of the roses.
"You are truly my angel of the night," He whispered into her ear.
Lilith smiled, "Is that so, Angelus?"
"Angelus?"
Lilith played with the rose, "It is what your sister called you, is it not? I believe that it..." She looked at him, from head to toe, "suits you well..."
"Angelus," He said before kissing her again.
"Mmm," She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, "Tell me, Angelus... will you bore with me so quickly as you did with your mortal whores?"
He looked down at her, confused, "Why should I bore with you?"
Lilith traced his neck, running her hands over his shoulders, "I have seen it happen to other vampires and there childer. It isn't a pleasant thing... all too soon the childe will be bored with their sire and find another to fufil their needs..."
"You fufil all my needs," He growled.
"Do I?" She kissed his forehead, "My sire was a whore before she was changed... she was thrown aside countless of times... I don't wish to be like her."
"You aren't." He groaned, kissing her again.
She giggled, "You haven't even met her..."
"And when I do, I shall look her over, have my fill, and always," He kissed her lips, "always... come back to you..."
"You show such devotion," Lilith smiled.
"I should," Angelus grinned, "You did 'save' me, my angel of the night... a enchanting witch who held a gift that she gave to me... only me." He claimed her lips again, drawing blood from them and quickly changing into his vampiric visage.
"Only you." Lilith gasped, changing for him as well.
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