Rated: R
Pairing: W/S/X
Summary: Sequel to “Soul Bound, Hell Bound” – found at http://www.geocities.com/dru1980 under W/S/X fanfic. Remember how at the end they said they were going to try out that spell on Angel… well guess what?
Distribution: My site: http://www.geocities.com/dru1980 . Whoever has my other fics can have this one. Everyone else, please ask.
Author’s Note: Sorry if any of this is out of sequence with the timeline of when the first story took place. Expect all sorts of spoilers from any point in BtVS and AtS canon. This hasn’t been Beta’d so bear with me. One of my Betas is busy so I’m giving them a break.
Feedback: Please – druscilla@cox.net
~*~Part One~*~
He hated waking up like this.
‘And the simple fact that I’ve been in this position enough to form that opinion is just screwed up.’ Angel groaned aloud. He shifted, feeling the chains holding his arms in place rattle. Even with over two hundred years of power he couldn’t break them free from the wall, couldn’t snap the cuffs from his wrists or ankles. That meant magick was being used to hold him captive and there was relatively little he could do about that. A moment of pure frustration built up within him, escaping in a guttural growl. He could feel his face shift, the demon coming out in pure fury.
He should have seen it coming when Spike first showed up. But the blonde had been convincing enough, telling him that he was there to get help finding Xander and Willow. Angel had already heard from Buffy about the disappearance of the two and had already begun trying to look into the events leading up to the day they disappeared. Buffy had assumed that Spike had played a part in their disappearance but his Childe had insisted that that just wasn’t the case. He had insisted that he cared about them. And Angel hadn’t been able to detect a lie out of the entire thing.
The dark haired vampire shut his eyes, remembering how he had let himself be sucked in to believing that his Childe was innocent of it. And then…
This.
One minute he had been standing there, talking to Spike. The next thing he knew he was waking up chained in the basement of the hotel with no sign of his Childe or whoever had knocked him out. ‘Must have been one hell of a spell, though,’ Angel admitted to himself. His face had returned to normal, the demon receding for the moment, saving its fury for the person who had dared to do this to him. Whoever had cast it had done it without him even being aware they were in the building.
‘If they even *were* in the building with him when they did it,’ he amended. It was certainly possible that whoever did this was far away when it struck. ‘Magic being involved doesn’t change the fact that Spike must have known. Or else he would have saved me from this…fate. Unless…’ Angel froze. “The person could have captured him, too.” The whisper was loud enough to shake him out of his reverie.
He knew that, wherever he was, Spike was still alive. He would have felt it if the blond had met his end. Not knowing whether to be happy or sad over that development, the dark haired vampire relaxed in his chains to ponder the situation.
Only to tense up a minute later when footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs leading into the basement. He couldn’t see even the smallest glimpse of whoever was approaching – there were too many boxes and pieces of cast off furniture. It was a vampire, though. He could tell by the way they moved, not to mention the lack of heartbeat and the way they made his senses tingle. His demon went on the alert, recognizing something familiar about the one was coming. He tried to place the connection he felt to the creature that was slowly, but surely, making its way across the basement to where he was chained up. Whoever it was – they were powerful. He could feel their presence brightly, their power radiating out from them in a nearly visible aura. Then the footsteps stopped and he looked up.
“Grandsire…so nice to see you awake at last.”
Angel’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in absolute shock. Surely what he was seeing in front of him was a horrific hallucination brought on by the aftereffects of the spell that knocked him out. How else could Willow be standing in front of him, completely and utterly a vampire? He pulled against his chains hard enough to feel the bite of the steel into his skin. Pain made him realize this wasn’t a dream. Willow was standing before him, completely dead. His confusion overrode his logical mind, allowing the part of him that was a demon to realize how beautiful she looked. If life never suited her…death certainly did. He allowed himself one moment of looking over her leather-clad body before returning to his own shock.
“Wills…? What happened to you…?” His voice was a whisper of sound.
The red head laughed, her painted red lips parting with the motion. “Its like this, gramps. Xander and I found a spell. We did it. It took our souls away bit by bit. We were gonna die…”
“And then Spike came along and offered to…take us under his wing.” Xander drawled, coming up behind his red haired lover. He laid gentle hands on her bare shoulders, caressing the skin with his thumbs.
“Well that’s not the place he’s ‘taken’ us, lover.” Willow grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She could feel the confusion radiating off of their Grandsire and it was intoxicating. “He took us in his bed, and at the park, and then at that rest stop on the way here…you know, the one where we ate that family.”
“And in the back of the DeSoto.” Xander smirked. “Though that wasn’t comfortable at all.”
“What…Huh….” Angel grasped at thoughts, unable to form more coherent questions. He knew he had to look like an idiot with his mouth hanging open, the dull expression of confusion in his eyes. He couldn’t help it, though. His mind was reeling under the shock of seeing them both as vampires; the additional knowledge that they were, both, apparently sleeping with Spike was almost too much. His demon was roaring in the back of his mind, imploring him to show the two fledges in front of him just exactly who was the master vampire in this room.
“ ‘What?’ ‘Huh?’.” Willow snorted. “Somehow I remembered you as being a bit more eloquent than that.” Her face lit up, as though she had just hit on an idea. “Maybe that soul is malfunctioning and causing you to lose what little brains you had to begin with? We should get rid of it.”
“Now there’s an idea, pet.”
Angel looked up, glaring at his Childe. He had been so wrapped up in watching Xander and Willow that he hadn’t even noticed the blonde’s presence enter the room. “Spike. When I get out of these chains I’m going to make you wish I had never turned you.”
“Oh I seriously doubt that, mate.” Spike took a long drag from his cigarette, tossing the remainder to the floor. He snuffed it out with the toe of his boot, giving his Sire an evil grin. “I think when I finally let you out of those chains you’ll be thanking me.” He stepped closer to Willow and Xander, greeting each of them with a lingering kiss. “How about getting this started, luvs? It’ll be dark soon and I want to paint the town red.”
“OooOo.” Willow purred, running her hand along Spike’s chest. “I love that color.”
Angel watched in growing horror as the two former Scoobies set up for the spell they would be performing. Willow’s words from moments before, about doing a spell and it stealing her soul, came rushing back to him. “Guys. Think what you’re doing. This won’t end well. Angelus is evil. Remember the last time he was free? Acathla? Sending the world to Hell? This ring any bells?” He struggled at the chains, the steel grinding into his flesh until he could feel blood running down his arms.
“That won’t happen this time.” Willow smiled, placing the last of the needed items in the circle her and Xander would occupy. “You see, that only happened because you slept with the Slayer.” She snorted. “Can’t believe you ever loved her, Angel. She’s such a whore.”
“Wills, Xan…c’mon.” The dark haired vampire implored, trying to touch any part of them that may still be human with his words. “We’re friends, guys. Let me free and I’ll help you work through all of this…”
“By giving us our souls?” Xander asked incredulously. “No thanks. It feels good to be bad – I don’t want to go back to being sad little me.” He kneeled in the circle and waited for Willow’s instructions. This spell had been modified slightly so that the person whose soul was being taken didn’t have to participate in it. The person only needed to be in the room.
“We ready?” Willow breathed, her eyes bordering on gold as her excitement grew.
All Angel could do was watch as slowly his fate was sealed.
~*~Part Two~*~
Angel let out a relieved sigh as he heard the door between the basement and the rest of the hotel close, leaning his head back against the wall. He could only wonder whether or not Willow had believed the little show he had put on for her moments before, acting as though his soul was completely gone. It was more difficult that anyone could realize, acting like he was Angelus. The mere thought that he was portraying a soulless killer cut him deep inside, wounding the threads of morality he was clinging to.
And clinging was definitely the right word. ‘Two days…and already I can feel the effects of that damn spell…’ The vampire thought sadly, wondering how long it would take for the process to be complete. His only hope was in convincing Willow to let him go free before it was complete and then finding Wesley to do… something. In reality, Angel wasn’t too sure there was going to be anything they could do to help him. Little things his red haired Grand-Childe had said in the past two days nagged at him. Things such as his soul ‘going away forever’ and it ‘never returning’ bothered him on more than one level. He couldn’t tell if she was speaking in the sense that it would never come back because Angelus wouldn’t allow it once he was back or if…
Or if it wouldn’t come back because it would no longer exist.
He closed his brown eyes, overwhelming despair sinking in. If that was the case – if his soul would be destroyed by the spell, there was no hope for him.
“Or the world…” He smirked before realizing what he had said, what he had thought. A low growl escaped from his lips at his own blunder. He refused to give in to the dark thoughts that hovered at the edge of his consciousness, waiting to be let in. In the prison of his mind he could feel his demon straining against the ever weakening bonds that held it – yearning to be free to cause the kind of pain and suffering he had once inflicted on most of Europe. The demon was enjoying his pain. This was the exact situation it had always wanted – a chance to be free again.
The demon found the fact that Spike had mated to two of the Slayer’s best friends to be interesting. It longed to see what the blond haired vampire had found so remarkable in them that he had made them his Childer. They were the first true Childer Spike would have ever made, according to the knowledge Angel had. It was a true monumental time in his ‘life’ – something to be shared with ‘Family’.
“One big happy family…” Angel grinned. His soul raged at him, his conscience screaming at him. ‘No! I don’t want to be ‘one big happy family’ with Spike!’ He shouted inside his mind, at the demon cackling merrily in its corner, waiting to be loosed. ‘I want to fix this – get my soul anchored and then re-soul Willow and Xander.’ He stopped. Why should he want to re-soul them? They were nothing more than killers now. How would they ever be able to live with themselves if their souls were reunited with their bodies – assuming it was even possible?
‘They deserve the right to try to atone…’ He insisted, pushing aside thoughts of staking them and ending the Hell they had blundered into. They had just as much right to try to make up for their sins if possible, that he did. His head lifted to the door as he heard footsteps outside of it. He could sense two vampires and one… human?
His heart plummeted in the general direction of his shoes as he realized they weren’t going to just let him go free without a ‘test’.
“Look what we brought for you, gramps.” Xander chuckled, coming into view. He pulled hard on a leash in his hand, tugging a girl into view. From the little Angel could see of her he knew she couldn’t be any older than sixteen – still a child.
Willow smiled, peering over her mate’s shoulder. She ignored the whimpering the girl was making from behind the gag in her mouth, instead favoring her Grandsire with a smile. “I picked her especially for you since you said you were feeling so ‘hungry for a nice, warm meal’ earlier.” Something in her tone sent warning bells off in Angel’s head and he risked a look into her eyes.
There was no laughter, no light. None of the things that had made Willow herself were even visible anymore. The creature standing before him had no heart or soul to make her do the right thing.
And it was obvious she knew he had been lying to her.
“So…Angel dear,” She drawled, stepping closer to him and leaning down. At that angle the dark haired vampire could see directly down into her shirt, the soft curves of her body coming into view. His demon snarled in his head, longing to break free from its physical and mental chains and throw her down, ravage her as was his right to do. She licked her lips, sending new thoughts coursing through him despite his best efforts to squash them. “Eat up…”
The red head straightened, a devilish smirk on her pretty face. The look on her face, in her eyes, said that she knew exactly how she had just affected the man in front of her. “Bring her here, Xan.”
Xander snickered, shaking his head as he yanked on the leash, sending the girl toppling to the floor and into Angel’s lap. Her terrified, muffled screams became louder. The young vampire kneeled next to her, his lips trailing along her ear in a quick nibble before he whispered, “Scream all you want…Jessie, wasn’t it?” Her eyes widened, as though she couldn’t believe he had remembered her name. “No one will hear you… “ His hands gripped either side of her head, tilting it so that he could see into her pale blue eyes, the same color as his Sire’s. “Your fear smells so sweet…bet it makes you taste even better too.” His teeth snapped just inches from her nose, the screams that had slowly subsided so that she could hear her tormentor resuming in the blink of an eye.
“Why don’t you taste her and tell us if it does?” Willow suggested to Angel, giving him a pointed look.
Angel looked down into his lap, his mind whirling. Could he do this? Could he sacrifice this one girl for the sake of getting free? More than just her would die if he didn’t get find a way to keep his soul. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the moment, and grabbed her from Xander. The smell of her perfume was overwhelming to his heightened senses as he lowered his face to her neck. ‘Just do it…’ He told himself, licking gently at the skin of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. ‘They’re right – she will taste better with all of that fear running through her veins. Hot blood. It’s been so long. It won’t be hard. Just do it.’
With a start he pushed her away, sending her sprawling onto the hard floor. He was furious with himself for even considering the idea of drinking from her. The effects of the spell were apparently taking hold on him more and more as the hours went by, in ways he couldn’t even realize. If his heart could beat it would have been racing with fear, the knowledge that he was going to lose himself to this finally settling in as reality.
Willow snorted, pulling the girl to her feet. “I didn’t think so.” She rolled her eyes. “You do an awful impersonation of the real Angelus. Oh well…your loss is our gain.” Her fingers trailed over the neck of the girl in front of her. In the blink of an eye her game face was on, teeth sank to as far into the frightened woman’s pale skin as possible. Xander joined her in less than a moment, the two of them drinking greedily until, at last, the girl moved no more.
The demon in Angel roared, angry that it had missed out on a warm meal, jealous that the youngsters standing in front of him had gotten to drink her instead.
“I’ll be back later to check on you.” Willow smiled condescendingly, her human face again at the fore. “Get that for me, Xan?” She gestured at the girl’s body, batting her eyelashes playfully.
“Anything for you, Wills.” Xander purred, his eyes half closed and playful. “Anything.”
Angel watched as they left the room, knowing that there would not be
any escape for him. He would hold out as long as possible. Maybe a miracle
would happen.
~*~ Part Three ~*~
Willow looked at the door to the basement, her eyes curious. What could Angel possibly be calling out to her for? A healthy sense of caution kept her from immediately walking down there. What if this was a trap? Could he possibly have gotten loose and be waiting to tackle her the second she got down there? The possibilities were endless. She listened again, tilting her head to the side.
“Wiiiiiiiiiiiilllllloooow…. Come down here and talk. I know you can hear me. I can feel you.” There was a pause. “I’d like to feel you in a different way.”
The red head blinked in surprise. He certainly didn’t sound like the souled goodie-goodie she was used to. He almost sounded like his old self, even. ‘He’s tried to fool us before, though.’ She reminded herself, making her way slowly to the door and cracking it open. The piles of junk that littered the basement kept her from being able to see whether or not he was still chained up, a disadvantage to be sure.
“C’mon little girl. Come down and keep me company.”
The red head shrugged, stepping down the stairs, on full alert for any sign that he was no longer chained to the wall. ‘Not that I think for one second that he can break the magick on my chains.’ She reassured herself. Still…Angel did seem to have a way to pull out of most situations that would seem impossible for others. With Spike and Xander out picking up a ‘surprise’ for when the dark haired vampire felt like himself again, it was definitely best to be cautious. “What’s up gramps? Lonely?” She taunted, stepping into view of the chained vampire. Her lips curled up into a cruel smile. If he was still Angel he would just sit there and take the abuse, if he was Angelus…
“Watch your mouth, child.” His brown eyes blazed with momentary gold. “I will be out of these chains eventually and I don’t really like being called ‘gramps’.” He leaned against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him, and gave the red head in front of him a long, appraising look. She was marvelous as a vampire and radiated a power already that would cow most young vampires into obeying her. It would only grow stronger as the years passed by. He wondered absently if Spike had dominated her enough to keep her under control. If not, there would be problems later. Too many alphas running in one pack was a sure road to disaster. ‘If my Childe isn’t vampire enough to control her, I certainly won’t have the same problem.'
“OooOO.” Willow purred, her eyes opening wide. “Feeling feisty?” She kneeled down next to him, looking into his eyes. “Is it still there? That pesky soul?”
“Don’t think so, sweets.” He purred, leaning in quickly to plant a light kiss on her lips. “What say you let me out of these chains and I show you a good time?”
The red haired vampire smirked. “I have a mate, ‘Angelus’.” She said the name sarcastically, as though she only half believed that he was finally ‘back’. “Or have you forgotten that? Cute guy – name of Spike? Your Childe?” She lowered herself to the floor until she was sitting next to him.
Angelus smirked. “I haven’t forgotten that blond pain in the ass. You see, though, there’s this thing in vampire society. I own him since he is my Childe and,” his voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I own everything that is his by default. That means you and the boy are mine to do with as I please – as is your ‘mate’.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I wouldn’t worry too much, though. You’ll enjoy everything I have to give you. Pain…pleasure. Its all the same…” He licked his lips, winking at her as the sweet scent of her arousal spread through the air.
“We’ll see about that.” She murmured, getting to her feet. The feelings he brought out in her were disturbing. Just being near him made her long for what he spoke of. How would Spike feel about that if he knew it? “I’ll be back later when Spike and Xander get home. One small test and we’ll let you out of those chains.”
He watched her go, eyes glued firmly on her leather encased buttocks.
“Great, Red.” He called out after her, managing to get one last suggestive
comment in before the door slammed shut. “But can we keep the chains?”
~*~Part Four~*~
“You had better let me go. I don’t think you know who you are messing with.”
Angelus’ sharp hearing picked up the whiny voice before the door to the basement even opened and he grinned in delight. Was this annoying human to be his test? Even his souled self had wanted to strangle her at one point or another.
“Walk or I’ll push you down the bloody stairs, stupid bint.” Spike’s voice cut through her whining threats. Angelus heard a stumble and laughed, knowing Spike had lived up to his word. He stood up, the chains around his wrists and ankles keeping him from moving more than that little bit.
“Who we’re messing with?” Angel recognized the voice of his male grandchilde. “You are nothing more than a midnight snack, baby. A rather unappetizing looking one at that.”
Before the human could think of another come back she was in plain sight of Angelus and her mouth dropped open in shock. “Angel? They got you too?” Her voice was sad, as though she had somehow convinced herself that he would be her savior.
“I guess you could say that, Kate.” The dark haired vampire grinned, giving his Family a wink. “Care to come over here and ‘save’ me?”
“Huh…what?” She backed up a step, bumping into Xander. Her eyes grew wide as one of the young vampire’s fingers came up to stroke the side of her neck. “Don’t touch me!”
“So feisty, gramps. I can’t see how you managed to let her live so long.” Willow smirked, staying close to Spike. She didn’t want to be any closer to Angelus than was absolutely necessary, not after how he had acted earlier that day. The way he made her feel just couldn’t be right. Not when she was Spike’s mate and Childe. How would her Sire react if he knew about it?
“Yeah, mate. I woulda thought that even with that bloody soul you wouldn’t be able to put up with someone this annoying. Not even that Cordelia chit is this bad.”
Angelus’ face grew thoughtful at the mention of his souled self’s secretary. Surely there was no reason to just run out and slaughter something that pretty, that full of energy? He could think of much better uses for her. Once he got out of these chains, that is. “Is that dinner? Not what I was craving, but I guess she’ll do.”
It took both Xander and Spike to secure the blond-haired policewoman. Her screams became desperate as she realized that the vampire she had thought she could trust, even partially, was no longer the same person. She felt his tongue slip across the skin of her neck, licking a delicate path up to her ear. “You taste so good, Katie. Like fear and fire. All rolled into one..moist…delicious…package.” With the last word his demon came out, fangs sinking neatly into her neck. Her blood was hot, full of the spices of life. Truly she was something to be savored, like a fine wine. He let the blood roll over his tongue, enjoying his first meal directly from the source in years. How he wished the fount would never dry.
But it did.
Kate’s screams faded to nothing, her eyes growing dim as her life’s blood drained away from her body. She struggled weakly at the creatures holding her until, finally, she could struggle no more. Xander and Spike continued to hold her then, letting Angelus drink every last drop.
“Well, luv.” Spike drawled, casting Willow a glance as the human’s body finally fell to the floor. “I think it’s about time we let him go, don’t you?”
The red head nodded, uneasy with what would happen once her grandsire was released. A murmured incantation and a flick of her wrist and the chains fell off.
Angelus rubbed at his wrists and stretched, easing out the cramps that had worked their way into his muscles during his captivity. He looked down at Kate’s body, blowing her a kiss.
“Thanks, sweets. You were awesome.” Deep brown eyes looked over the
vampires standing before him and Angelus couldn’t help but feel that the
group wasn’t complete. Spike had his mates and, though the dark haired
vampire was sure he would take his pleasure of one or both of them eventually,
he wanted someone of his own. Again he found his thoughts turning to Cordelia,
the memories of his souled self reminding him of all the sexual tension
that had passed between them during their time working together. He clapped
his hands, rubbing them together in delight. “So, Spike, m’boy, how do
you feel about a mom?”
~*~Part Five~*~
Cordelia woke suddenly, her eyes wide in the darkness of her apartment. She could hear the lock on the front door click and a cold sense of dread filled her heart. It was unlikely that Dennis would be playing with the door in the middle of the night. She fumbled for the drawer of her nightstand, wincing at the noise she made, her hand circled around the small spray can of mace within it’s depths.
Moving quietly towards her bedroom door, the brunette listened for any other signs that someone was in the apartment. Could it be that she had just imagined everything? She blinked her eyes, trying to see through the darkness of the living room. Something moved on the sofa and she caught her breath. ‘I’m alone…in my house…with only mace to protect myself? Why couldn’t the PTBs send me a vision of this so I could buy a bat or something?’ She crept stealthily into the short hallway, wondering if she could make it to the kitchen phone before whoever was sitting there, back facing her, noticed.
“Coooordeeeeliiiaaaa….”
She jumped then, the sound of her name echoing through the stillness of her apartment. The voice sounded hauntingly familiar. “A-Angel?” Her whisper cut through the air even as she took an involuntary step towards her sofa and the man sitting on it.
“Not quite, sweets.”
“Not…quite…?” Her heart froze and she backed up until she hit the wall. Why hadn’t the Powers protected her from this? Wasn’t she their Seer? Though if Angel had fallen from grace she was no longer needed. Maybe that was why they hadn’t warned her. A Seer without a Warrior was pointless. “Angelus…”
“Bingo.” His laughter filled the silence. Her eyes were round with horror as he stood up and turned towards her, his face hidden by the darkness. “Pretty Cordelia. Little Angel-boy’s go-to girl.” He stepped around the couch, advancing on her slowly. She thought about screaming, but that would only bring innocent people running to help her. They wouldn’t stand a chance against Angelus – it would be a bloodbath.
“What do you want?” Her inquisition came out between clenched teeth, her hands unconsciously balled into fists so tight that her knuckles were turning white. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as though it would leap out at any second and breathing was becoming more and more of a difficulty as her panic overwhelmed her.
“Your heart…soul…body…” Then he was there, standing mere inches from her, so close that she could smell cologne she knew for a fact Angel didn’t wear. “Your blood?”
Cordelia gasped as strong hands grabbed at her upper arms, pinning her to the wall behind her. She struggled for a moment, knocking over a nearby table.
“Go ahead – fight me. It makes you taste all the sweeter.” He leaned in, his tongue flickering out over her lips. She gasped and pulled backwards, hitting her head against the wall and sending lances of pain shooting through her skull.
“Just…do it.” She murmured, blinking her eyes to rid them of the stars she was seeing. Her body tensed ever so slightly as she bared her neck for him, staring unseeingly into the living room. She wondered if Wesley would live through this and somehow doubted it. Angelus liked to kill anyone who ever cared for him while he was Angel – they had learned that the last time he had come back, during high school. Her eyes shut slowly and she sent a prayer up to the Powers to protect the others. If it wasn’t already too late for them.
“Oh. I plan on doing *it* all night.” He leered, breathing in deeply of the smell of her fear. “But first things first.”
She gasped at the first touch of his lips to hers, giving him the extra leverage he needed to deepen the kiss. His mouth was cool, hard, and altogether unlike anyone else she had ever kissed before. Her head knocked against the wall again when she tried to pull away and she felt him push against her, pinning her even further to the hard surface with his body. It only took a few moments for her to realize that struggling against him was going to get her nowhere. If he wanted to kill her with kisses there wasn’t much she could do about it. And, it wasn’t as though he was a *bad* kisser. She relaxed in his grip, allowing herself to try to enjoy what could very well be her last moments on the earth. It was true that she had always had a small crush on Angel, and this was the closest she would ever get to being with him.
She opened her mouth slightly, permitting him further entrance and deepening what was already a nice kiss. Pushing hard against his mouth, their tongues met and fought for supremacy. Though her heart continued to race, it began to be for reasons other than fear and she felt herself pushing against his body, unconsciously trying to get closer. Her tongue scraped gently across the bottom of his teeth and she felt them elongate and sharpen. Even in the darkness she could see that his demon was out and ready for what was to come. Through the haze of her passion she could feel the dull edge of fear returning. Without meaning to she nicked the tip of her tongue against one of his fangs, gasping in pain even as drops of blood began to spill into his mouth. He moaned, slamming her against the wall.
Time seemed to slow to a creeping crawl when his mouth left her, his lips seeking out the soft skin of her neck. Fear slammed into her like a truck, startling her into paralysis. Outside she could hear sirens wailing, a woman screaming. The turmoil within her house was mirrored outside. What had she ever been to Angel and the Powers? Just another tool in the war between good and bad. She cried out when his fangs pierced her flesh, the muscles of her body tensing instinctively ‘Just another tool…’ She thought sadly, her thoughts growing sluggish as her blood drained from her body to the greedy mouth of the vampire holding her. ‘I was never special. I’ll die like everyone else…like all those people we couldn’t save along the way…’
She closed her eyes in sadness, letting death take her.
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