Rated: 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?
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Summery: Aftermath of "Parting"

London, 1760

"Freedom, my angel, that's what that scent is," Angelus exclaimed, inhaling the night air in the London streets. Lilith sighed, taking his arm as he led her down the street.

"Yes, Angelus," Lilith inhaled the scent, "But I had no idea that freedom smelled of drink and mortal waste."

Angelus laughed, looking down at her, "You are too smart for your own good, milady."

"Well," Lilith glanced over the citizens, "one of us has to be."

Growling, Angelus pulled her roughly into a darken alley, crushing a dead rat below his foot as he pushed her against the wall and trapping her arms with his own, "My Lilith... you are a brash one."

"I am, aren't I?" Lilith whispered, watching as he moved to kiss a trail down her neck, "You know... what you did back there was uncalled for..." He let go of her arms, fastening his own around her waist while she let her hands fall back onto his shoulders, "You were... were cocky... impolite... arrogant, and--" Lilith gasped, arching against him, "completely brilliant..."

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France, 1765

Sending the horse on its way in another direction, Angelus moved toward his wounded lover. The mob had been ready with fire and stakes. They had escaped the vampire hunter, and had retreated to a small barn. But only for a second to collect a few things before they were off again, Angelus making sure his sire was tucked safely in his arms. She had gotten the worst of the flaming stakes inside the barn.

Dressed in pink, Lilith breathed in hard as she sat, propped against a tree near the tiny river of water. The wound on her thigh hurt, and her dress was no longer in good shape.

Angelus growled when he looked at the wound closely, "I hate the French. We should go some place like Romania."

Lilith sighed, trying her best to ignore the pain, "You said that already, darling. In Italy you said we should go some place like France."

Angelus moved her dress aside, sighing as he had to shred it in order to get a better look at it, "At least in Romania they really know how to treat a creature of the night."

"You were craving rich food, that's what you said, something French." Lilith hissed as he gently touched the wound.

Angelus glanced over his shoulder, "The valley seems quiet."

"Don't be fooled," Lilith adjusted herself, "They'll be here... and the sun will rise soon... you should have gone without me..."

"No." Angelus growled, pulling the large splinter from the stake out of her wound and making her hiss again, "If I go, you go. I made that promise to you, and to the Master. I'll be damned if I break it."

Lilith smiled up at him, "You are damned, dearest."

"It's funny," Angelus took her into his arms and brought her closer to the water, "This man," He placed her down and slowly eased her leg into the water, "Holtz, how does he keep finding us?"

"Well, we stay in the best hotels, order room service, and eat the waiters. People tend to talk." Lilith answered.

"Holtz is no mere mortal," He brought his cupped hand back from the water, and let it drip onto her wound, "I tell you that."

"That may be. But he is a man. A vampire hunter." Lilith spoke softly.

"Good enough to have driven us into a stinking barn like animals." Angelus gritted, gazing at the wound again after he patted it with the shredded bit of her gown.

"And you were smart enough to hunt that little French maiden." Lilith grinned.

"How was I to know she was kin of Holtz?" Angelus grumbled.

"I should have not suggested being one, though," Lilith thought darkly.

"Ah," Angelus pulled the bit away, "it would have been fun, though, eh?" Angelus stood, glancing around the small scenery while Lilith looked down at the water.

"Tell me, Angelus..." Lilith looked up at him, coyly, "Have you ever spent the night in a barn?"

Angelus eyed her, "When I was a filthy mortal, yes."

"Mmm," Lilith glanced at the sky, "The hours will pass... then, we'll have minutes..."

Angelus scooped her into his arms, "Calm yourself. You're just in pain, love. When in pain, we do all sorts of insane things."

Lilith smiled, "An example of that would be... say... that night not too long ago, when we had played our little games and I had danced in the moon light?"

He smirked, "Exactly... I was in a lota pain when you didn't let me touch you..."

She ran her hand over his chest, "Care to reenact it some time soon?"

"Of course," He said, placing a kiss in her hair before moving on.

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Romania, 1788

"Hurry, love!" Lilith cried, holding the door to the carriage open.

Angelus dove inside, and Lilith quickly slammed the door shut, one or two cross bow arrows flying into the carriage, nearly hitting Angelus in the back.

The carriage took off as soon as the door shut, leaving the two hunters behind.

Lilith exhaled, reaching down and gathering her childe beside her. She brushed his hair out of his eyes, "You're lucky, Angelus."

He looked down at her, "How... how was that possible? Was she one of us? How was she able to kill the others?"

She shushed him, opening the draps and looking behind them. Sure enough, the nasty hunters were long gone. As were they.

"Angelus," She said softly, "What you have just encountered was the Slayer."

"Slayer?" Angelus questioned, "How does a girl get such a title?"

"Darling, Slayers are girls who are chosen by some unknown force... they live to kill us, and eventually die. Then another one is chosen and fights until her death." Lilith explained.

"Are they always female?"

"Yes," Lilith replied, "I think it helps them, since women are closer to nature and magick. It is easier to get that magick strength into them."

Angelus smirked, "I wouldn't mind catching one."

Lilith shook her head, "That is no good. The only good Slayer is a dead one, beloved. They thickle, always listening to the little men who train them, they're like lambs to the slaughter, really."

"You're all shook up," Angelus said, bringing her close.

"I should be," Lilith muttered, "One of the worse ways to die is at the hands of a Slayer. Your name is forever taunted because you were not able to defend yourself... but to kill a Slayer... that is like making history."

"Why don't we make our own history?" He suggested, bringing his lips down to hers before moving to her neck and sinking his fangs into her skin.

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