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Angelus’ dark eyes watched as his little blonde Slayer entered her home, inserting her key into the lock and turning, not noticing that the door was already unlocked. Angelus smirked as she slid her jacket off before entering and closing the door. With his enhanced hearing, he heard her call to her mother. Once, twice ... three times before giving up. Angelus knew she wasn’t going to answer. Not now, not ever again. He had made sure of that. He watched her through the picture window of the house’s living room, his finger tracing his jaw line as he contemplated when he should move. She appeared to be looking around, as if she had dropped something. Her movements were drawn and slow, her lack of sleep obviously catching up with her with a vengeance. That explained her lack of attention to the odd silence in the house, the unlocked door. He wondered what she was doing patrolling. She disappeared towards the front door and where the stairs led to the upper level of the house. This caused him to jump into action. He moved swiftly to the front door. He couldn’t afford for her to see her mother where he had left her. That would ruin everything he had had planned. He knocked on the door gently, hoping that her exhaustion would be enough to trick her.
Buffy Summers paused midstep as the knocking at the door echoed through out the seemingly empty house. Buffy closed her eyes. There was a reason she had come home early tonight. To catch up on some much needed sleep, hopefully without the horrible nightmares that had aided in her lack-of-sleep attitude the last couple of days. She didn’t need, or want, to deal with whoever was at the door. Turning around slowly, she climbed back down the few steps she’d climbed and reached for the door, her actions making her seem as if she were in a dream state. Maybe this was a dream, and she was indeed still outside patrolling or she had fallen asleep in one of the cemeteries and was about to be attacked by a vampire, maybe Angelus. Shuddering, she shook the thoughts in her head away and opened the door, instantly realizing that she hadn’t locked the door. A shiver ran down the length of her spine as her eyes met the dark ones on the other side of her door. She prayed that this was indeed a dream and she wasn’t actually about to have a confrontation with Angelus. "What do you want?" she asked warily, leaning against the doorframe. She momentarily wondered why she wasn’t just slamming the door and going to bed, perhaps checking on her mom, who hadn’t answered. She should be home by now. Then she looked at the eyes of her ex-lover, current in her happier dreams, and paused. They looked like ... Angel’s. "Buffy," Angelus said softly, staring at her with all of his acting skills working. He saw her face flicker with recognition before her mind set her back into reality. But he could still see the doubt. "Can I come in?" "What?" Buffy asked incredulously. "No, you ... I mean ... who are you?" Angelus himself was surprised by her question. It was clear she was questioning her grasp on reality and whether or not she was dreaming. Careful to keep his face neutral, he answered, "It’s me, baby. Angel." Buffy swallowed thickly. "No," she protested weakly, tears forming in her eyes as she stood up tall. "You’re ... you can’t be here." "But I am," Angelus interrupted. He stepped forward and into her home. Buffy stepped back in fear. What was he doing? How could he enter her home? Hadn’t Willow just performed that spell? She stepped back until she hit the banister of the stairs. Angelus felt glee in her fear, but didn’t show it. He knew she had to be surprised. It was true that Willow had performed her stupid spell, but Joyce had invited him in on accident, the slip coming out of her mouth naturally. He knew Buffy had warned her and that was her fault that she hadn’t told Joyce more. Now, her mother was laying dead upstairs as he moved to seduce her daughter. "How ..." Buffy stuttered, watching as the man before her closed the door behind him and stared at her with achingly loving eyes. Eyes that could only belong to her Angel. She knew she had to be dreaming if he was able to enter her house so willingly. "Shh," Angelus soothed, sweeping up to his Slayer and gathering her in his arms. "I love you," he whispered. Buffy choked back a sob, closing her eyes as she allowed what she thought was her Angel to hold her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in deeply. He was really here. "Oh, God, Angel, I miss you so much. You have no idea -" Angelus placed his finger against her lips as he pulled away from her, looking into her eyes. "None of that matters now, baby," he said softly, placing his lips over hers gently. Buffy moaned in response and kissed him back more insistently, desperate to have him and feel him in her, around her. Triumph filled Angelus so swiftly that he abandoned all thoughts of playing pretend and gave into his carnal need to have what he had marked before losing his soul. She was within his grasp and there was no way in hell he was going to let her go. Moving from the banister, Angelus pushed her up against the wall beside the door and growled in appreciation when Buffy unbuttoned his shirt and pushed his leather jacket and dark shirt from his body. He let them slip to the floor before reclaiming her and pushing her into the wall forcefully. Buffy’s cry of pain was cut off by his mouth pressing against hers. He moved his lips down her neck and was on his knees before her before she knew what was happening. She gasped as he slid his hands under her long skirt and slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties. Buffy didn’t notice how fierce he was being or how completely un-Angel like he was. All her mind knew was that his body was here and she was stuck on the fact that she thought he was her ensouled lover. Grinning, Angelus pulled her panties down her legs, tossing the offending piece of white clothing away from the couple. Keeping his hands under her light purple skirt, he slid them up her body as he rose, completely exposing her lower half to whoever dared look. Buffy stared at the man before her, her hands making quick work of his belt and button, pushing the zipper down. Angelus avoided eye contact as he growled in annoyance at his pants, cursing them for not getting off of him quick enough. Buffy managed to get them low enough so that his large cock bounced free. Buffy stared at it in wonder, realizing that she had never seen it before. Their one night of passion had been in the complete dark and she hadn’t gotten a good look at him. He was bigger than she remembered and she wondered for a split second if he would fit in her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Angelus lifting her skirt higher, the long flowing material falling behind her as Angelus lifted her from the ground and pushed her into the wall roughly. Buffy groaned and gripped his shoulders for balance as she wrapped her legs around his hips. How long had she waited for this? Waited for him to come back to her? Waited for him to make love to her? Without waiting to see if she was ready for him, Angelus thrust into his waiting lover. Buffy cried out loudly, her voice echoing in the house like a bell horn. Her legs tightened around his hips as she forced him to allow her to adjust to his size. Oh, God, how long had she waited? "Angel," she whispered as he moved out of her and thrust into her with an amazing amount of force. He knew that if she had been anyone but the Slayer, he would be breaking her. But he didn’t care. Her encasing heat surrounded him and he felt like he was losing himself in her. It felt like she was his perfect fit, her body made for his perfectly. His fingers bit into her skin as she slid up and down the wall with his thrusts. Buffy’s moans and gasps echoed in his head loudly, his body moving with hers in what seemed to be the perfect rhythm. Then all he heard was the blood pumping through her body, in sync with the sounds coming from her throat. Burying his head against her neck, Angelus watched her jugular pump, the slippery sounds from their union creating background noise. He could feel the bloodlust in him growing. The blood of a Slayer, especially this one, was more than he could handle and he thought he felt his mouth water. "Buffy," he grunted. "Oh, God, Angel," Buffy gasped, cradling his head against her body. She trusted him to not bite her, or not without her consent. As his pelvic bone hit her with a continuing bruising force, Buffy felt her orgasm building, her nipples hard as they rubbed against his bare chest. "Harder," she whimpered. Barely hearing her begging, Angelus moved faster, his orgasm quickly approaching. Now. Angelus’ face changed as if on cue from the cry in his head, his fangs embedding themselves into her soft skin, piercing her flesh and finding her tough jugular. He moaned in pleasure as the powerful blood flowed into his mouth, the magickal liquid filling his mouth. Buffy’s eyes snapped open when she felt the fangs of her lover pierce her skin and pain mixed with pleasure rocked through her body. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she threw her head back, hitting it on the hard wall. She felt the urge to scream, but nothing came out as she opened her mouth in silence, a white flash blinding her as the best feeling she’d ever felt filled her quickly and lingered for several minutes as her rippling walls caused Angelus to shoot his dead semen into her, coating her walls with his thick cum. That was when his knees collapsed and he fell to the floor, trapping Buffy beneath him. Buffy felt an almost irresistible urge to fight back. But an even stronger part of her just remained calm. Wasn’t this what she dreamed of every night? Buffy closed her eyes and tightened her legs around the vampire draining her life and whispered, "Angelus." Her fingers threaded in his hair and she closed her fist tightly, pulling his hair. Angelus bit into her harder, purring with contentment as the little blonde beneath him climaxed once more from his feeding. Buffy felt her heart starting to stop and her grip lessened as her body started to slack. She was amazed at how easily she was giving herself over, her powerful body willingly giving itself up to the man she loved. Who was now the demon. Angelus also felt it and pulled away from her addicting blood and licked his lips in satisfaction. A trail of blood was running down his chin and there was a mess on his Slayer’s neck where he had drunk from her. Buffy’s eyes stared up at him through heavy lids as death welcomed her with open arms. Angelus brought his finger up to his neck and drew it across his jugular, magick opening a deep wound as blood beaded to the surface with new intensity from the blood he had just taken. Lowering his neck to her mouth, Angelus guided her lips to his wound, urging her to drink. She did not disappoint. She sucked on his blood with a newfound energy and Angelus grunted from the pressure, her strong limbs hugging his body to hers. For a moment, he let her suck on him gently before he grabbed the back of her head and ripped her lips from his throat. She fell to the ground gracefully, her eyes closed and blood covering her neck and mouth unceremoniously. She had never looked more beautiful. Angelus sat and stared at his new lover with awe for several moments, her beauty amazing him. How could she look so beautiful and so deadly at the same time? Only a Slayer could. Only she could. Slipping free from her, Angelus stood and pulled his pants back on, securing them and slipping his shirt and jacket back on. Dawn was coming soon. He could smell it. Looking down at his dead lover, he allowed himself a few moments to appreciate the view. Her legs were opened slightly, her sex open to his view, her juices and his cum glistening against her skin, her shirt bunched underneath her breasts. The blood covering her neck and mouth stood out against her now pale skin. She absolutely was gorgeous and she was his. Forever.
Rupert Giles knocked for the third time on the Summers’ residence, hearing nothing. He had yet to try to the door. Buffy had not shown up for school, had not called or talked to anyone. Nor had Joyce. She had not been in the gallery or talked to any of her coworkers. Something was wrong. He could feel it. "Just try the door, will you?" Xander Harris demanded from where he stood behind Giles and next to Willow Rosenberg. Concern was painted on all of their faces, and now annoyance on Xander’s. Giles sighed in impatience with the boy and tried to open the door. It swung open and hit the wall hard. Giles winced. "Hello?" he called. No one answered. It had officially been two days since the so-thought disappearance of the two Summers women. Giles entered the house first and the two teenagers followed cautiously. The house appeared to be neat and quiet, as if no one was home. Giles climbed the stairs and was almost halfway up when Willow’s small voice broke into his head. "Giles?" she called, fear coloring her voice. He looked back and saw her and Xander looking down at droplets of blood on the floor, dry and obviously old. Fear formed a lump in Giles’ throat and he looked at the frightened faces of Buffy’s friends. Without saying anything, the trio hurried up the stairs and looked in all the bedrooms. Nothing seemed out of place nor disturbed in anyway. As Giles wandered into Joyce’s bathroom, he gasped and nearly fell to the floor from shock as Willow’s scream echoed in the house. Joyce Summers’ blank eyes stared at them, her broken neck putting her head an off angle, not possible for a living human, looking so much like Jenny, Giles thought his heart had ripped in half.
The two vampires were resting in the largest room in the old mansion on Crawford Street, heavy drapes covering the large picture windows that cradled the room. A large bed sat in the heart of the room, dark red sheets and a black comforter making it up. Dark furniture and paintings hung on the wall and a single flame lit the room, casting an eerie shadow to fall on the room. A scared whimper came from one of the corners of the room. It disturbed nothing. The naked couple lay tangled in the bed, the small blonde laying on top of her male lover, their chests smashed together. She had yet to awake from her dead sleep, from where Angelus had turned her. The dark haired vampire himself was sleeping contentedly, neither chest rising nor falling. They looked dead. Which they were. They had laid like this for what seemed days, but had only been a few hours, Angelus having gone out and found his new lover a treat, which was hiding in the corner. A young girl just entering her teens. His Slayer hadn’t fed yet and he knew that a child’s blood was intoxicating, the innocence and fear. She was hiding in the shadows in the corner farthest from the bed and crying softly. It was to this that Buffy opened her eyes. Breathing in deeply, she smelled the most wonderful thing she’d ever smelt and closed her eyes, relishing it. She could feel it rushing through the dead veins of her lover, but the other one was alive. Something much better. Her eyes snapped open and her heightened senses drew her eyes to the corner where the young girl was sitting. Her skilled eyes could see that her clothes were torn and the fear coming off of her was ... too much. Growling, Buffy was out of the bed. Before the young girl could open her mouth to scream, Buffy was there, her face mere centimeters from the girl’s. She appeared to be frozen in fear. Cocking her head slightly, Buffy stared at her with her deep yellow eyes that glowed in the dark around them. Then her mouth was on her throat, her fangs embedded in her soft flesh. Growling loudly, Buffy sucked hard as the girl attempted to struggle, but failed. Buffy squeezed her body tightly, hearing cracks echo in the room. Then she was on the floor, dead and lifeless. Buffy swallowed and brought a hand up to her mouth in wonder, touching the warm blood on her lips. She felt strength rushing through her like a waterfall of energy. She felt powerful, felt like this was where she belonged. Licking the blood from fingers, she licked her lips and fangs, her face changing in the process. Turning around, she wasn’t surprised to see her dark lover leaning on one elbow while staring at her with amusement and wonder. He smiled in invitation. Buffy stalked slowly to the bed, her naked state meaning nothing to her. He openly admired her toned body. Buffy smiled and pounced, instantly pinning him to the bed. With her Slayer strength and added vampire strength, she moved like a blur, her strength and grace multiplied by ten. She was a force to definitely be reckoned with. "Hello, lover," she said in a husky voice before attacking Angelus’ mouth viciously. He replied with equal fervor, his cock growing harder as she rubbed her heat against him. The sight of her feeding on the young girl had been the most erotic thing he’d ever seen and her pushing herself on him just added to his flames of desire. She was beautifully dangerous. And his. Growling at her, Angelus broke her hold on him and ripped the blanket from where it rested, the only barrier between their waiting bodies. She grinned down at him, her mouth attacking his chest with a defined need. He purred in satisfaction as she moved down his body. Then she was attacking her mouth. Buffy bit his lip teasingly and nipped at his tongue, mauling his mouth. Angelus wasn’t complaining at all. His fingers gripped her hips tightly and lifted them so her hot pussy was over his waiting cock. She slammed down without waiting for him. She yelled, then growled as she dove down to his mouth, her hips moving on their own accord. Angelus’ hands moved up her body, reaching her breasts and rubbing them softly before squeezing her nipples roughly and causing her to cry out into his mouth from the pain and new level of pleasure it brought her. Ripping her lips from his, she sat up and bounced on him without his assistance, her breasts bouncing in time with her thrusts. Throwing her head back, Buffy closed her eyes and moaned loudly. The sound of her lips wrapping around his name brought masculine pride up from his chest and he sat up, thrusting up into her, grinding her clit into his stomach. He thought her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she yelled out her pleasure. As one of his hands reached to her hip to push her down harder, his other wound up into her hair and pulled her head back, causing her to arch her back and her breasts to come face to face with Angelus. He grinned wickedly and took one of the nipples into his mouth and sucking roughly, his fingers still holding Buffy’s head back. Then his fangs were in her soft flesh. She growled, her movements instantly changing. She moved faster until her orgasm hit her forcefully, rocking through her body as she twitched roughly. She came again as Angelus emptied his seed into her waiting body, coating her inner walls with his cold semen. His fangs never left her breast. Nor did they leave that room for hours.
The search for the lost Slayer was proving more and more fruitless. Nobody had seen her or Angelus for days and Willow, Giles and Xander were beginning to get frantic in their search. They’d looked everywhere they could think of. Buffy was no where to be seen. And the demon population noticed. The dramatic increase in their numbers the exact day after Joyce’s body had been found was enough to let the gang know that something major had happened, and it appeared that they were the only ones out of the loop. Giles had yet to receive a call from the Council, alerting them to the calling of the next Slayer. That little shred of information gave them all hope that the Slayer was still alive somewhere and that they would soon find her. Until then, all they could do was look for her and pick up the slack of her disappearance. Willow’s shrill scream pierced the night air as the yellow-fanged vampire lunged at her. Seconds before it could latch it’s fangs into her neck, Xander tackled it before standing quickly and thrusting a large cross in it’s face. The vampire hissed and his hands went up to protect itself. "Are you okay, Will?" Xander asked quickly and sharply. Willow swallowed roughly. The changes in Xander since Buffy’s disappearance were clear to everyone. It was as if reality had finally set in and he lost most of his trademark humor. Even Jesse’s death so long ago didn’t take that away. Every day she saw his hope dwindle and replaced by anger and hatred. He hated the world and what it had become and would always be. "Yeah," Willow whispered, nodding her head slightly. Her dark friend turned his attention back to the vampire and his brow furrowed. Willow suddenly wondered where his bravery had come from before she came to the conclusion that he had grown up too fast all of a sudden, in the strictest way possible. "A little help!" was heard from behind the redhead and she turned just in time to see yet another vampire throwing itself onto the Watcher and fighting with his arms to reach his neck. Willow squeaked and scrambled over, few of her thoughts resting on Xander’s safety. She had no doubt he would get out alive. She would bet a million dollars on his new attitude. Giles went limp as the vampire on top of him burst into ashes with a shrill roar only to see Willow standing over him, a shocked look on her face and a stake in her hands. The elderly Watcher smiled gratefully. "Thank you." "No problem," Willow said softly, still in slight shock at the feeling of killing the vampire. Was this what Buffy felt? The overwhelming sensation of the kill coursing through one’s blood. Adrenaline pumped through Willow’s veins as she turned just in time to see Xander stake that vampire. From the look on his face, she couldn’t quite tell whether or not he felt the same. Helping Giles stand, Willow stood awkwardly around the group. Things were changing too fast for her opinion. Without Buffy there ... she just didn’t know. "Well, good show, everyone," Giles said, looking down at the ground to spot his glasses. Out of habit, he pulled out a cloth and cleaned the lenses upon finding them. Willow smiled gently, glad for something comforting and normal in the world that had suddenly been turned upside down. "Yeah," she agreed, dusting the dust off of her jacket. "How many have we staked tonight?" "Too many," was Xander’s dark reply. Willow looked at him sadly. He didn’t meet her gaze as he studied the area around him. "There’s too many, Giles." "Yes," Giles agreed, replacing his glasses and picking up a stake from the ground. "Whatever happened with Buffy has certainly gotten them in a turmoil." "You could say that again," Willow mumbled as they turned around together and headed for the cemetery exit, already used to the pain she felt at the mention of Buffy’s name. Day in and day out of slaying and researching and searching for Buffy was exhausting if you didn’t have any supernatural powers to expend. They walked for a couple of minutes before they were attacked once more. It was as if they were all hiding in wait for them to come by so they could pick them off. Which they did. Three vampires grabbed Xander and dragged him off behind a large group of trees. Three more grabbed Giles had ran off. Before Willow could react, three more were surrounding her, growling and snapping their fangs at her menacingly. Willow screamed Xander’s and Giles’ name, but to no avail. Without a second thought as to why they weren’t attacking her, she turned and ran into the crypt that stood behind her, pushing the heavy steel door behind her. Shivering, Willow fought the tears that popped up in her eyes. She was in shock. Were Giles and Xander going to die while she cowered in the crypt? "Willow ..." Willow’s head shot up at the sound of her name and gasped as her best friend appeared suddenly out from the shadows, interrupting her train of thought. Not giving a second thought to the fact that she was wearing a short, too short, leather skirt and halter top, she threw herself into Buffy’s arms. "OhmygodohmygodBuffyyou’realiveohmygodwherehaveyoubeen?" Words tumbled from the redhead’s mouth as the two hugged each other, or Willow clung and Buffy wrapped her arms around her loosely, not used to the intimate contact without it being sexual. "Yes, I’m alive," Buffy smirked, pulling Willow back so she could look in her in the face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks unchecked and there was abject misery in the poor girl’s eyes. Buffy smiled inwardly. Oh, how she loved it. "Oh, god, Buffy," Willow rasped, grasping the blonde’s arms. "Your mom’s dead. And they just took Xander and Giles. You have to come help-" Willow suddenly realized how cold Buffy was, not emotionally, but physically, and she stepped back and finally took in her friend’s appearance. And gasped. "Oh, Buffy, no." "Oh, Willow, yes," Buffy mocked, finally allowing herself to smile in glee. "Don’t look so shocked, Will. What were you expecting?" Willow swallowed roughly, looking around her for means to escape, unable to look at the dead Slayer any longer, it was too painful. "Uh uh uh, Will," Buffy said, shaking her finger mockingly in the other girl’s face. "You’re mine." Willow’s screams of pain weren’t heard as they echoed throughout the darker than usual night.
Buffy watched from the shadows as Drusilla cooed to Spike, waving one of her stupid little dolls around like the stupid idiot she was. Spike was sitting in his wheelchair, staring at her in half adoring amazement and half annoyance and impatience. As beautiful as she was, Angelus had sure done a fantastic job making her insane as hell. Speaking of her lover, Buffy knew that he was out in the night right now, supposedly looking for her. It had become a game of theirs. Cat and mouse. Sire and childe. The hunter and the hunted. It thrilled her to no end that he had a never ending desire for her, the need to be with her and have her blood. It made her feel precious. And she enjoyed it immensely. Her lovely best friend, Willow, had died many moons ago. She was now laying in her coffin in the dead, cold earth, her body lifeless and horribly scarred from what Buffy had inflicted upon her in the crypt as Angelus watched on. Before that, she had watched him torture a poor man from the street, a businessman. Who had a family. She had seen the happy pictures and they had delighted in ruining his happiness. And fucked in front of him, drank from him, cut him. Her lover was an amazing teacher, who had praised her when she had finished with Willow. A new Slayer had been called, after Kendra had come over after Giles had called her Watcher. Buffy and Drusilla had killed her as well, right in the library where she was when she had arrived. She had never seen any of the gang and never would. And her dead body was what was found. The new Slayer was somewhere in Boston, as she had learned, and was supposed to be on her way here, but not in a big rush. Poor child, had no idea what would happen if this town was left in the hands of her and her lover. But now, as a wonderful plan began to fill her head, she watched on as the demented couple continued their demented relationship. Theirs was a sick love and Buffy found it oddly fuzzy and cute. Maybe it was because she was one of them now, one of their little family. Licking her lips softly, she stepped from the shadows and sauntered over to them from across the mansion living room. She moved like a natural born predator, twice as strong and cunning as any vampire to live. So few Slayers had been turned and their sires had quickly learned the danger of that and sought to kill them. And they had succeeded. She often wondered why. And how. Wearing tight black leather pants, black boots and a tight black tank top with a low cut v-neck that showed too much cleavage from her push-up bra, she knew she looked deadly and delighted in it. Spike spotted her first and she smiled with a nasty seductive tone. He looked surprised. She knew he heard her and Angelus in the days when they were in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or wherever else fancied them. She knew he got off on it, too. She could smell it. Dru was doing fine for him, but she knew the past that lingered in this family. They had all been lovers to one another at one time. And he remembered it often. Drusilla turned when Spike was no longer paying attention to her and frowned at Buffy. It was clear that she sensed something. Something bad. To her and her Spike. She watched in dead silence as Buffy walked around her and crossed over to Spike, leaning on the wheelchair and running her fingers over the scars on his face. She smiled down at him as he looked up at her. "What are -" he began before Buffy silenced him with her fingers. Smiling at Drusilla, she straddled Spike’s lap. He appeared to gulp loudly. She licked her lips and stared at him with hooded eyes. She could have sworn she heard Drusilla growl from behind her and didn’t bother to check. She didn’t care. She wanted to tease. Unconsciously, Spike rested his hands on her thighs and she took them in her hands, pressing them against her breasts in open invitation. Her hips began moving in slow circles and she pushed against him, rubbing his suddenly hard cock against her. He sucked in a breath as she whispered in a husky voice, "Do you want me, Spikey?" He swallowed harshly and was about to answer when she kissed him softly, moving slightly faster, rubbing his hands on her breasts. She felt Drusilla glaring at her back, could feel her growing anger. She was so easy to piss off, that it was just plain fun. But before she could continue her own fun, she was being pulled from Spike’s lap roughly and shoved across the room towards the hall to the stairs. Her surprised look was missed as Angelus scooped her up from the floor and threw her over his shoulder and proceeded to climb the stairs and head for their shared bedroom. She felt his anger and reveled in it. She heard Drusilla say softly, "Hurt her good, my Angel," before the coppery tang of blood reached her nose. Spike’s blood.
Dropping her to her feet, Angelus slammed the door behind him and Buffy stared at him, her innocent look only furthering pissing him off. She smiled. "What’s the matter, baby?" With a loud, possessive growl, Angelus had Buffy pinned to the wall, his hand around her throat and a murderous look in his eye. "What the hell were you doing, lover?" he spat in a calm voice, rage shimmering below his calm demeanor, his face mere inches from hers. He had no way to explain the irrational rage he felt towards his mate at the moment, unable to deny the fact that he’d nearly seen red at the sight of his blonde Slayer on top of his Childe, never having had a problem with sharing his women in the past. In fact, upon many occasion, he’d taken Spike’s mates in front of him, though few and far between compared to his time with Drusilla. "Waiting for you," she replied, amused. Angelus snarled at her, his lips taking hold of hers roughly, his face changing and his fangs ripping into her tongue, spilling her blood in her mouth. Moaning in pleasure, Buffy kissed him back, lifting her arms to pull him to her. He caught them before she could move and held them together, slamming them into the wall. He pulled back and she smiled, blood falling from the slice in her tongue, down her chin. "You’re hurting me." "Good," he said harshly. He grabbed her carelessly and tossed her like she weighed nothing onto the large bed. She giggled in anticipation as he allowed himself a smirk. Turning, he entered the large walk-in closet where he kept his choice sex toys and torture weapons. Discarding his leather duster, he calmly hung it on the back of the door and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Behind him he heard Buffy moving around restlessly on the bed, waiting for his instructions. Scanning the walls before him, he smiled cruelly. It was going to be a fun night. Grabbing his choice, he turned back around, bare chested and his leather pants unbuttoned so Buffy could get a teasing view of his hard cock. She licked her lips, her eyes darkening with a clear animal need that Angelus craved. Not even Darla could match the mate he had made for himself. Slapping the large paddle laden with small holes against his hand, he smirked at his blonde lover. "Strip," he ordered before approaching her. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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