E-Mail: katariina23@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own the poems, though Joss wants them real bad. lol.
Pairing: Angelus/vamp Willow
Feedback: Please, feed me!
Note: This is part 2 in The Love Letters Series.
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Willow woke as the sun was about to set. She stretched her arms and legs with a wicked smile playing on her lips. She’d had a lot of fun torturing Angelus last night and part of the day, too. She had made him scream her name, so she was very pleased with herself.
She didn’t sense her mate in the room and looked around. < How boring to wake up by myself, > she pouted. Her keen eyesight caught a red piece of paper on the table.
“Oh, what’s this?” she pondered, as she picked up the folded paper. ‘To my mate’ she read from the front. It was written in Angelus’ handwriting.
Willow raised an eyebrow in surprise. < He has answered my note. > She didn’t know Angelus had it in him to write love letters, it was more his style to leave sketches for his ‘special’ people. < Not so boring anymore. > She opened the note and read on.
I pull you close
by your hair
Rip off the clothes
you wear
I bind your eyes
and hands
Puncture your
neck with my fangs
So hungry for
your blood to taste
Not a drop shall
go to waste
I drive all others
from your mind
As I plunge myself
deep inside
Filling you with
so much lust
You feel like
you might combust
I make you understand
you’re mine
And not for the
last time
Angelus
“Promises, promises…” Willow laughed. She was starting to enjoy this new game of theirs. It was quite a turn-on to get a poem from Angelus.
She started to put on some clothes, so she could go out and grab a bite. < I’m going to need my strength tonight, > she thought as she pulled on her favourite pair of leather pants.
< Knowing Angelus,
he’ll have something devious planned for revenge of all the things I did
to him last night. > The images that appeared into Willow’s mind, made
her body tingle in anticipation.
The End