Title: Furious Dreams
Author's: Evil Hands of Akasha and Seabreeze
Email's: AngelsChilde@aol.com and LornesGirl@hotmail.com
Spoilers: ATS, S3 “TOGOM” and S2 “The Trial” although it’s more a ‘you have to know them to enjoy this fic’ kinda thing
Pairing: It's a surprise
Warning: het
Rating: NC-17 Please do not read if you are under age.
Summary: What really happened when Darla left Angel in that burning barn in France??
Disclaimer: OK, so we’re borrowing some dialogue. We hope to be forgiven. All dialogue and characters belong to the wonderful minds of ME, we promise we won’t make a dime of profit on this one :)
Distribution: Sure, just ask.
Feedback: It’s the only way we know what you enjoy or dislike. Please, please!

Furious Dreams


~ Hyperion, Present Day ~


“Go to this address.” Angel scribbled an address from memory on a piece of paper and handed it to Cordelia. She accepted it but was confused.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Transuding Furies,” he stated, knowing fully well it wouldn’t explain a thing. He didn’t have time to go into any details here, he had sensed a solution out of the mess at Caritas, and it was the only way he could think of.

“Gesundheit,” Cordy said to undermine her confusion, clearly hinting at the fact that she needed more information.

Angel sighed. He knew Cordelia well enough to understand when he needed to give her at least a little more explanation. She was not a mindless soldier that would accept his orders no matter what.

“Three sisters, Lorne hires them monthly to cast a sanctorium spell on Caritas. Ask them to lift the spell, then I'll be able to fight back.”

Failing to see how that would help the mess their friends were into, Cordelia challenged him.

“Yes! They'll lift the spell, then you'll fight -- all twenty of them and still get killed! Great idea!”

Angel quickly grew impatient. With quite some effort he continued calmly.

“Cordy, just do it, please?” he was hoping she would be able to read the urgency in both his voice and his eyes as he now looked at her. But Cordy wasn’t about to give up.

“What if they don’t lift the spell?” it was only one concern she had about this, the question of how the absence of the spell alone would help was another.

“They'll lift the spell. Just ... tell them it's ... for me,” he really didn’t have time for this. Why was she always so stubborn!

“For you? You know them?”

Angel barely heard her question. All of a sudden, memories of his past came to the surface. He briefly remembered what had happened in France, his refusal to give up, even under desperate circumstances, not unlike Cordelia.


~ France, 1765 ~


Darla and Angelus had tried to flee from Holtz and his men all night, now their horse was tired and they had to seek shelter before dawn came.

The barn they had found was the only building around and it would serve as well as any, safe for a house occupied with dinner maybe. Back then, Angelus’ life had been so easy.

Holtz was making his life more and more difficult, he cast a shadow on Angelus’ careless days. He and Darla had lived their unlife to the fullest, they had stayed in fancy hotels, feeding on anything on two legs with a pulse, and had partied until they would retire to have sex in all its varieties. Now Holtz and his men had reduced them to fugitives and Angel was beside himself with anger.

“I hate the French. We should go someplace like Romania,” he whined, knowing fully well he had said the same about France when they had been in Italy - and Darla pointed this out, of course. Angelus was simply running out of ideas to shake Holtz. He looked out the window to check for any signs of their hunters approaching and found none.

“The valley seems quiet.”

“I told you, we lost them back in Arles. I'm sure of it,” Darla tried to soothe him. She was growing tired of Angelus’ preoccupation with Holtz. The more time he spent thinking about him, the less time he had to focus on her. But she knew of a sure way to distract him, it had always worked. When she took his hand and pulled him towards the pile of hay, he had known exactly what she had in mind for them and he had been more than willing to comply.


~Hyperion, Present Day ~


"For you? You know them?”

Angel knew he had to answer Cordelia. She reminded him in her unique way that he had spoken in riddles. He was well aware he had never mentioned the Furies before. But he had hoped Cordelia would let it go, they didn’t have the time to go into details and he wasn’t ready to share his past.

“They should,” was all he said as he was trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to spread across his face. Once more he had to fight his memory taking over his mind, this wasn’t the right time.


~ France, 1765 ~


In the barn, Darla’s promising décolleté filled Angelus’ vision. In a last effort to remain focused he asked: “Shouldn’t we be keeping watch?”

But Darla, as usual, knew exactly what to say to wipe out his concerns, “I can see the window. And we'll hear the hoof beats should anyone approach.”

That was all the convincing Angelus needed. All too willingly, he gave in. “Always making the best of it, aren't you?” he moved closer to her, looming over her. He smiled, his mind completely off Holtz.

Angelus’ mind was fixed on, well, fun of the Darla kind and when a burning arrow sped through the barn, embedding itself in a post, setting it on fire.

Holtz had caught up with them a lot faster than expected.

Angelus had wanted to fight to the end, not a quitter by nature, but Darla had had other ideas, utterly selfish. She had realized that with the tired horse, only one of them had a shot at escape. So she chose herself.

Grabbing a plank, she struck him with it just as he was turning to her for backup. It didn’t knock him out instantly, but he sunk to his knees, dizzy and utterly surprised. Before he knew what was happening, she had jumped on the horse and left him to fight on his own. He heard the shouts outside, feeling the heat around him and a brief moment of despair before he blacked out.

When he came to, all noises seemed muffled. The barn was still burning all around him, yet the flames did not reach him. He found himself in a kind of protective circle, out of harm’s reach.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Angelus caught a bright light, unlike the glow of fire, almost unworldly. He turned his head and stared at three women, dressed in white gowns. The first thought that came to Angelus’ mind was angels, the three so resembled the image his childhood self had had of them.

They seemed to glow brightly, the light surrounding them only flickering now and then.

They were beautiful, each in their own way. The one closest to him was blond, which added to her angelic demeanor. The one in the middle had Asian features and the one on the right was a brunette.

It took Angelus a moment to realize what was off about them. Other than the fact that he couldn’t pick up a pulse, that was: They seemed to float a foot above the ground.

When they realized he had woken up, they spoke to him, but that only added to Angelus’ confusion. It was as if they were three parts of the same being, one began a sentence, one filled in the middle and the last finished it.

“He is…awake and…he is magnificent.”

Angelus shook his head, not quite sure what he was seeing was real. He now realized they were part of the protective bubble around him, outside, flames blazed.

The three now floated towards him, but Angelus wasn’t afraid, he had never been easily scared.

“We are here…to offer you…a deal. You…help us and…we help you.”

A smirk spread over his face.

“Well now, I wouldn’t be a true gentleman if I weren’t always willing to help ladies in distress, would I?” They had sparked his curiosity. He didn’t sense any danger, although he wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that they were female, their gentle smiles or their words that made them seem harmless.

“Then you…will…feed us?” they asked and Angelus was stunned.

“Feed you? Sorry, lasses, you won’t be able to feed off me,” he pointed at himself, “Vampire here. Sorry to disappoint.”

They had reached him, and when the blonde touched him, he didn’t withdraw.

“That is…not the kind…of nutrition that…will sustain us”

He gave up shifting his eyes from one to the other in the order they were speaking, it started to unnerve him.

The blonde’s hand was stroking him now, in a very suggestive manner. He was watching her hand when he noticed the brunette reaching for his belt buckle.

At that point, he was pretty much convinced he had died and gone to heaven after all. Either that or he had finally gone insane. What was happening could only be a dream, three gorgeous angelic-looking women focusing entirely on him.

The three took the time to introduce themselves as Transuding Furies, Tama, Suria and Amea. They explained that it had taken their whole strength to manifest themselves in the barn and cast the spell that protected them and Angelus from the flames for the moment.

“But to…get you and…us to safety…you will have…to feed us!” When he frowned, they added: “But it is…not your blood…we’re after.”

Understanding dawned on Angelus, aided by his vanity. These girls were after what he was more than willing to give. Now he was sure he was living one of his fantasies. He didn’t resist when they undressed him, just like their speech, they shared actions as well. One opened his pants, the other one took them off him while the third opened his shirt.

His head was spinning from trying to keep up with them. Within moments, he found himself naked on the pile of straw.

The Furies settled at different parts of his body. The blonde, Tama, lowered her head to his lips and engaged his mouth in a passionate kiss. Suria, the one with Asian features, caressed his stomach and was slowly moving further down, while the third, Amea, shed her gown and lifted his hand to her breast.

Angelus decided it was best to just give in, he was done trying to make sense to it all. Damned if he was going to spoil what promised to be the fulfillment of his erotic fantasy.

He relaxed and opened his mouth to Tama’s tongue while cupping Amea’s breast in his hand. They seemed to sense his ‘defeat’, without any spoken words between them, they progressed.

When he couldn’t pick up a heartbeat from them, Angelus had expected them to be cool to the touch, just like him. He was quickly proven wrong though, as he felt Tama’s hot tongue in his mouth, while Suria’s hands left warm trails on his midsection that awakened his cock within moments. He saw the smile on Amea’s face as she looked at his crotch before he closed his eyes and gave in to pleasure.

Angelus moaned as Suria lowered her face to his stomach and trailed her hands with her tongue. His manhood swelled to full size and he gasped when Suria encircled the base with her fingers.

He opened his eyes and couldn’t help realizing how unreal the whole scenario was. Here he was, trapped in a burning barn, surrounded by vampire hunters, with sunrise an hour away, but if this was how he was going to leave this world for the second time, he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

He was still trying to distinguish between all the sensations the three were causing in him, when he felt Suria’s hot mouth at the tip of his throbbing cock.

All thoughts washed from his mind and his hand dropped from Amea’s breast, no longer able to continue an action. He was trying to prolong the moment, but he had never been sucked like he was being sucked now and when he felt another set of hands stroking the inside of his thighs and gently tickling his balls, he felt himself explode a moment before his dead seed spilled into Suria’s mouth.

She drank it hungrily, milking him for all he had to offer.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed the light surrounding the Furies had grown stronger and the noises around him had become even more muffled.

“We were…right about him…he will be…the solution to…our problem.”

His male ego was extremely flattered by their words and a satisfied smile spread on his face. Angelus looked up to find a mirror image of his smile on each of the girls’ faces.

“Well, I surely hope this was just the beginning because I don’t think I’ve paid you enough yet for getting me out of the fire,” Angelus said, while he let his eyebrows dance up and down, fixing his gaze on Tama.

“But if I may add, I’m not quite out of danger yet,” he indicated towards the fire.

The Furies gathered to stand next to each other, to Angelus’ feet. They looked down on him, “We needed…strength to be able to…protect you. Now we…have the power to…get you and us…to safety.”

Angelus nodded, “Well then, you now know I will be able to pay my dept. The way I see it, it’s now your turn to perform.” He settled back into the hay, “You get me out of here and I’ll pay.”

That seemed to be exactly what the Furies had in mind. They separated to stand in a half-circle around him, where they held hands and closed their eyes. The light that surrounded them grew brighter and spread over to Angelus. It swept over him until the burning barn faded around him and was replaced by a substance-less whiteness. The heat from the fire was gone, as was the hay below him.

When the glowing light around him faded, he found himself surrounded by nothingness. All around him and as far as he could see, all was white. It reminded him of clouds, only he couldn’t see a beginning or an end, no forms at all. Angelus was still on his back, but he felt a softness beneath him that reminded him of the finest down bedding.

His company was now naked, too, all they wore were their angelic smiles. Each of the furies looked unique, yet they shared a beauty that was beyond words, their bodies perfect.

“This is…a form you…find acceptable?” they said as they approached him.

Angelus smiled, “It will suffice indeed.”

They explained they had given their body human form to please him and he confirmed they had done an excellent job. At the mere sight of them, his manhood awakened again and when, moments later, Tama found herself in his embrace, it swelled to full hardness.

He sealed Tama’s lips in a fiery kiss, once more enjoying the heat of her flesh. Her passionate kiss seemed even hotter, Angelus could have sworn that wasn’t possible before.

Suria lifted their heads and placed them in her lap, kneeling on Angelus’ left. He didn’t resist.

Tama broke the kiss to let her lips wander over his jaw to his ear, where she gently nibbled his earlobe. Angelus cupped her full breasts in both his hands and started kneading the soft flesh.

He turned in Suria’s lap so her thighs were his pillow and held on to Tama so she was lying on top of him.

When Amea placed her hands on his legs, Tama made room for her. He spread them willingly and moaned when he felt her warm hands encircling his cock, stroking it lightly.

He didn’t know if it was part of the charade they had concocted for him, but he was sure he could smell their arousal, and the three different, yet similar scents made him dizzy with pleasure.

Angelus was about to complain when Amea stopped her caresses, but he soon found out she was only making room for Tama again. She sat up, her hands on his shoulders and slowly slid down his body until her hot core was brushing against the tip of his hard member.

Her hands were stroking his chest and when she dug her fingernails into his skin, he purred.

Suria bent down and opened his mouth with her tongue, he let her in willingly.

He groaned when he felt Tama lift her hips and push down on him, embedding his cock in her hot folds. His hands on her hips, he guided her to a perfect rhythm. She let her muscles contract, and Angelus felt them hold his cock in a scalding embrace.

“This is…for your pleasure you…do not need…to hold back you…cannot hurt us.”

He realized he hadn’t been the slightest bit concerned about their safety and was almost sorry he couldn’t make them suffer. Then he remembered that he had better keep his demon in check because if the girls were real, they were his only way out of his current location, wherever that was.

When Tama lifted up again, he held her pelvis tightly for a second and then thrust her down on him forcefully. She moaned with pleasure.

But he wasn’t prepared for her departure, as soon as she felt his cock begin to twitch, she got up and replaced her dripping core with her wet mouth.

She sucked hard and Angelus vamped out at the sensation, slicing Suria’s tongue that still had his tongue engaged in a passionate dance. Suria moaned but didn’t resist.

When he felt her hot, inhuman, yet surprisingly delicate, blood on his tongue, he groaned and gave in to the orgasm that rocked his body. He was trembling with the force of it and could have sworn he left the ground he was lying on. The force of his climax was unlike any he had ever experienced. He could feel every single muscle in his body contract making him shake uncontrollably.

Tama drank his com greedily, sucking him dry. She was still sucking and licking when his cock became limp in her mouth.

When Angelus finally got control over his muscles again, he released Suria’s mouth and let his face return to his human form. An ultimately satisfied grin spread across his face as he settled back into Suria’s soft lap, his eyes closed.

When he opened them again moments later, Amea was holding a tray with a bottle of red wine and a glass, lowering it towards him. He noticed how the glowing light was back, surrounding the three, but it was stronger this time and he could feel Amea’s body heat even from the distance.

Amea poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.

Angelus did not waste his time by questioning how or where she had gotten the beverage. With his surroundings so unreal, nothing really surprised him anymore. He glanced at Suria as he took it, her mouth showed no sign of his bite.

Angelus drank the wine in one gulp, not really surprised at the rich taste of it, a good wine was fitting for the occasion and he had expected no less from the ladies, or his imagination.

He settled back, the furies surrounding him, sitting or kneeling close enough to him so their skin touched his.

“So, not that I am complaining or anything, but would you care to tell me how you found me and why you chose to rescue me? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’d remember if we had ever met before.”

He cocked an eyebrow at Suria who was till cradling his head in her lap. The Furies exchanged a look and nodded at each other. Angelus found it easier to just focus on one of them while they still shared each sentence between all of them.

“You were there…when he first…hurt us.”

“There? Where? And who’s he? Holtz?” It was the first name he could think of and they confirmed his suspicion.

“He was…after you…even then.” They explained how they had been unaware of Darla and him while they stayed at a luxury hotel in Nîmes, where Holtz had found the two vampires.

Angelus couldn’t recall them either. What he had also missed was that Holtz had tried to capture him and Darla by use of magic. Holtz had found access to a spell that was rumored to render demons weak while being harmless to humans. Thus he had been able to cast the spell on the entire hotel, without endangering its living occupants.

Angelus remembered the hotel and how they had had to leave it in a hurry when the bribed maid had tipped them off about Holtz.

“But I don’t remember feeling a spell, nothing, I wasn’t any weaker or felt any different.”

“His spell...did not effect…you but us.”

Angelus accepted another glass of wine from Amea. He could already feel the alcohol soothing him, in addition to the pleasant company and his sexual satisfaction, he felt better than he had since Holtz had sent him and Darla on the run.

“Why stay in a hotel when you can have this?” he gestured around him.

“We stay…among humans in…pleasant surroundings. We…don’t harm them...and they…don’t notice us…if we…don’t want to…be noticed.”

That made sense to Angelus. He chuckled at the thought of Holtz’ apparent inability to work magic right and he was glad the spell hadn’t worked on him, imagining the demon hunters taking him without a fight disturbed him.

“I still fail to see how I fit in,” he said softly while lazily stroking Suria’s thigh.

She combed his hair gently and in unison, they continued their story. They had followed Holtz, eager to take back what he had robbed them of. That’s how they had discovered Angelus and with their last strength, had materialized themselves before him.

“We quickly…realized you would…be a lot more...capable of restoring…our power.”

Understanding dawned on him.

“And when you say capable you mean…” he lifted his hips playfully and the Furies smiled.

Amea took his empty glass from him and claimed his mouth for the first time. Angelus smiled into her kiss. When she released his mouth to let her tongue slide over his neck and shoulders, he chuckled, “Well, Ladies, I think you have found a match for your desires!”

He took Amea by the shoulders and rolled himself on top of her. With his knee, he parted her legs as he pressed his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding access.

He kissed her with a force that would have hurt any human, yet she seemed to enjoy it and wiggled slightly under him. He could hear a sigh from the other two. For his own pleasure, he kneaded her full breasts, delighted at the pebbled nipples that sprung up at once. He released Amea’s mouth to suck on one of them, biting into it with blunt teeth.

Angelus could smell her arousal again and felt his cock pressing into her abdomen, already hardening again.

Lifting his upper body, he took both her hands into one of his, fixing them above her head, so she was in a submissive position that turned Angelus on beyond description. She lifted her hips slightly toward him in silent approval.

He smiled at her and kissed her passionately as he adjusted his position to place the tip of his manhood at the entrance of her hot, dripping core.

He released her lips and lifted his head to see her expression as he pulled back slightly, then thrust into her forcefully. Amea gasped with pleasure and Angelus thought he could hear Tama and Suria moan in unison.

The fact that he was being watched filled him with excitement and he was eager to give them a worthy performance. He grabbed both of Amea’s legs when he was buried deep in her and lifted them to rest on his shoulders. Amea’s eyes were closed and her features were distorted in passion. Angelus thrust into her once more, able to push even further with the new angle.

He released her hands, shifted his weight to rest on one elbow, and planted his free hand between them, fingering her wet folds. Amea shrieked and thrust her pelvis up into his hand. He came down on her hard again, lifted himself up slightly, and squeezed her clit with his fingers. She shuddered under him.

He smiled with satisfaction, delighted that he was able to please women of all kinds, human or not. He removed his hand and pushed his cock into her, feeling his climax coming.

Amea reached up and pulled his head down to her, placing his mouth on her neck. His rhythm quickened, her hot folds welcomed every one of his thrusts and held his cock in a tight, almost painful, embrace, only to release it when he withdrew and claim it again when it returned. Angelus morphed and pierced her throats skin with his canines. Her blood flowed into his mouth, the tingling sensation at the still new taste spread all over his body, and he could feel his cock twitch and his sac tighten.

He thrust into her one more time, and roared in pleasure and pain when he felt her muscles contract even tighter, squeezing his manhood like no human woman ever could. The pain pushed him over the edge and he let himself be carried away by the force of his orgasm. It seemed to last forever and claim all his senses. He could feel Amea’s blood rush through him and his seed spill into her. His body trembled and the ground beneath him seemed to shake and he saw flashes of lights dance before his vision. Utterly exhausted, he collapsed onto Amea, who didn’t complain. She was smiling satisfied.

The last sound he heard was the combined sighing of the Furies, then he felt the world around him darken. He didn’t drift off to sleep as much as fell unconscious.

When Angelus woke up, he couldn’t place his surroundings. The faint smell of smoke filled his nostrils. He quickly realized he was outside because he could see the stars above him. His vampiric senses told him it was close to midnight, which didn’t seem to make sense. The last thing he remembered was the hour before dawn.

He was lying on the bare floor and when he looked around, he discovered he was surrounded by the remains of the barn. The roof had collapsed all around him and a few planks were still smoldering.

When he didn’t pick up any human scent or noise, he realized he was alone, no trace of his pursuers.

The cool night air blew against his naked body, yet he didn’t remember taking his clothes off.

He got up and looked around puzzled. The barn had literally burnt to the ground around him, yet there was no damage on him, not even sooth. He grunted in confusion, then, slowly, he remembered, Darla - and Holtz. He sensed neither of them nearby.

He remembered three fairy-like females and a smile spread across his face as he remembered their names and the things he had done. Or thought he remembered, anyway, because he couldn’t see evidence of anyone but him being there. The heat and the smoke must have rendered him delusional, he reasoned.

He looked around for his clothes, but didn’t see them. The only thing he found was an old rag outside which barely covered his loins.

“Well,” he sighed, “as far as dreams go, that one was exceptional!” The fact that it was night and he was famished convinced him that he must have slept through the day. The last time he remembered feeding was in Arles, when he and Darla had stopped briefly to rest and feed. He ignored the fact that the sunlight southern France was so famous for would have shone on him all day, would have burnt him instantly. Because he was not one for brooding, he accepted the first and simplest solution that came to his mind.

Hunger was now gnawing and he felt exhausted, even though he had just woken. He shrugged and set out in the direction he and Darla had come from what he remembered as last night.

He needed to feed, find clothes and a new horse, his practical sense taking over the quest for answers.

For the longest time, Angel thought what had happened next was his imagination, blaming the hit to his head and his overactive libido. Not until he had come to LA had he found out he had remembered actual events.

~ Hyperion, Present Day ~


“And they're going to remember you?” Cordelia gave him a questioning look.

“They should,” he said confidently.

“They better!” Cordelia snorted and for a moment, Angel was tempted to ask her why she would think they wouldn’t. He looked at her as she sighed, “Angel, I told her she'd be safe with me...” she looked at him pleadingly.

He could read her pain and despair in her eyes and he knew she was looking at him for help.

“I know,” he said softly. Angel knew she would do what he had asked her to do. She’d be strong for him, and he’d do his best to save his friends. He looked at her calmly and she nodded slightly.

Reluctantly, he broke the eye contact as he turned around and headed for the basement entrance. He would use the sewers to get to Caritas. With traffic in LA, taking the car would only be a little faster, and he welcomed the time to concentrate on his thoughts. He was amazed at how stirred-up he was, not just out of concern for his friends but also at the memory that had hit him.


~ France, 1765 ~


After a couple of days, Angelus had been convinced he had experienced a very vivid illusion, triggered by his overactive libido and the stress situation.

He had caught a lucky break; only the lady of the house, who had invited him in all to willingly, had occupied the first house he found. Inside, he had taken clothing and her for food. At that point, he hadn’t wondered why he had taken his victim without spending the time to bed her first, he had attributed it to his overwhelming hunger.

He had been tired, but also anxious to get back to civilization, so he hadn’t spent the night. He had simply taken a horse from the stables and continued his way.

It was only a couple of weeks later that he had realized he hungered only for blood, not for other pleasures of the flesh. Even the fairest noble women, or the prettiest tavern wrench, had failed to stir anything but his bloodlust. Although it had disturbed him, he had quickly ascribed it to his growing unease, his eagerness to get out of France.

He had proven himself right when, not much later, he had found Darla in Vienna and quickly had fallen back into his usual unlifestyle.

Truth be told, he had forgotten most about it, pushed it into a far corner of his mind. Until, centuries later, he had moved to LA. Just like the events of the present day, his past had come to haunt him by coincidence. Wesley had introduced him to Caritas, and its host, Lorne. He had liked the green demon instantly, admired his candor.

It was Lorne who had brought up the deeper meaning of “Caritas”, it was truly a safe haven, as any demon violence was impossible. Angel’s curiosity had been awakened and he had asked Lorne to elaborate.

~ Los Angeles, 2001 ~


Lorne had been quite willing to tell him Caritas’ little secret.

“Oh, three friends of mine, the Transuding Furies, cast a sanctorium spell every month. Works like a charm, pardon the pun.”

In his quest for a new drink, Lorne had missed Angel’s reaction. Angel’s eyes widened and the dark-haired vampire felt a bell go off in his mind, felt a memory trying to push to the surface. He thought he remembered hearing the name before.

Lorne got his drink and turned back to Angel.

He winked, ”Well, we have quite a well-working system here. It’s not like they do it for free, you know.”

“You pay them?” Angel asked a little confused.

“Well, technically,” Lorne glanced around to make sure they were out of earshot, “It’s not like you’re the only demon in LA with a little problem.”

“Problem?”

“Well, you know, I don’t make it as obvious as certain cursed creatures, but it’s not like I can jump the bones of the next woman who strikes my fancy.”

Now Angel understood the analogy, although he didn’t quite know what Lorne’s ‘problem’ would be.

Lorne moved in closer, “Let’s just say, I was pretty happy when I found the three ladies. You know, just because I can’t doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Need to. Everybody has certain desires, if you catch my drift. As it turns out, I can give them exactly what they need in return for what I need. I ‘pay’ them once am month. It’s really killing two birds with one stone. Well, a couple of stones, actually…oh don’t look so shocked, cup cake!” Lorne had misunderstood Angel’s expression.

Angel had just realized that the events in the barn, his ‘illusion’ had really happened.

“Tama, Suria, and Amea,” he whispered in awe.

Lorne raised his eyebrows, “Oh, you know them?”

When Angel didn’t respond he emphasized, “I mean, you **know** them?”

Angel nodded slowly, “I didn’t remember until just now. I mean, I remembered, but it’s like a dream you remember, you know?”

Lorne smiled at his flustered friend.

“Oddly enough, I know exactly what you mean. It seems you have only encountered them once. They tend to leave a feeling of unreality behind…” he trailed off, seemingly enjoying his thoughts.

Now Angel thought of something he thought he had forgotten completely.

“Well, if you know them so well, can you tell me…” he was searching for the right words, “Can you tell me what their deal is?”

Lorne didn’t seem to understand, and it made Angel uncomfortable to explain. He glanced around him to make sure he couldn’t be overheard. The fact that a Krovak demon had just started his song up on stage helped.

“Do they feed off of…sex?”

Lorne had to laugh at his friend’s uncomfortableness. Angel never seized to surprise him. Lorne had learned a lot about Angel’s past from the man himself, and as far as he could tell, bashfulness had not been one of Angelus’ flaws. Yet Angel seemed to be the complete opposite, he had almost whispered the word ‘sex’.

“In a way, yes,” Lorne answered Angel’s question, “But it’s not like blood to you or food for humans, it’s more than that. When they swallow, they drink pure power, sexual power.”

Angel thought he understood, but he still needed one more answer.

“Is it like…they suck the power they need out of you??”

Lorne looked at him understandingly, “You mean, does it leave you not only satisfied but impotent for a while?”

Angel was grateful Lorne had mentioned it, he wouldn’t have been able to put it into the right words. The worst insult for Angel was to be called a eunuch, or impotent. Yet that’s exactly what it had been, those weeks after the night in the barn. Only Angelus would have never admitted it, and even Angel had a hard time acknowledging the fact.

He nodded eagerly, “Does it??”

Lorne sighed, “You see, that’s like an extra bonus. I see them once a month, we each get what we need. But as an extra, I am not ‘needy’ ” He gestured air-quotes, “The next day, I’m OK with not having sex for another four weeks or so.”

Angel settled back in his seat. So it hadn’t been his imagination and it hadn’t been his inadequateness afterwards. It took him a while to digest the information.

Lorne was just watching him, clearly seeing the thought process on Angel’s face. He didn’t need to ‘read’ Angel to anticipate his next question, he only wondered how long it would take the vampire to ask it.

“And you know…where they live?”

Lorne couldn’t help but smile. He loved his friend, Angel was **so** predictable. He wrote down an address on a napkin and handed it to the vampire.

“Here is their address. Do you want their phone number, too?”

“I don’t’ know, do I?” Angel was confused, he knew he wanted to see them, had to see them, but he didn’t know how he would go about it. If it was really them, he figured a phone call would be a lot more awkward than just seeing them.

He waved a hand at Lorne, “Naah, never mind. I’ll just find them.”

“Have it your way, pumpkin. One thing though, how **do** you know them?”

Angel took the address and smiled at Lorne, and had the green-skinned demon known Angelus, he would have recognized him at that moment.

“It’s a long story, and it was a long time ago.” With that, Angel got up, nodded at Lorne to thank him and bid him farewell at the same time, and left Caritas. He didn’t have a plan yet, but he set out to see the Furies right away.

Lorne’s talk about sexual tension and frustration had mirrored Angel’s feelings exactly. Lorne had practically handed him a ticket out of his own misery.

If the girls were willing, Angel would get what he needed, the Furies would be happy and he wouldn’t have to worry about suppressing his sometimes-overwhelming sexual needs for a while. It sounded like a win-win situation.


~ The sewers, Present Day ~


He was getting close now. Since he knew the way to Caritas so well, he had been able to get lost in his memories.

Although part of his mind was always alert, watching out for unusual sounds or sights, most of it was occupied walking down Memory Lane.

Unlike the first time, he had never mistaken his second meeting with the Furies for a dream. He had never forgotten a moment of it. Ever since his conversation with Lorne, more and more details of his first ‘encounter’ with the ladies had come back to him.

By the time he had faced them, he had remembered clearly and had been deeply ashamed.

He had felt almost guilty, though it was a different kind of guilt. Different from the guilt he felt daily for killing countless humans, for centuries.

Getting closer to the face-off at Caritas, his mind wandered off, through a door now wide open.


~ Downtown Los Angeles, 2001 ~


He found the address fast. Then he spent about an hour in his car in front of the building. He was trying to find out if he was doing the right thing.

It was true, he needed ‘relief’, in the worst way, but was he allowed to be relieved? Wasn’t he supposed to suffer, like all his victims had suffered? He had long since accepted his abstinence as another punishment he deserved.

He hadn’t dared to ask Lorne for advice on the matter, it was a battle he needed to fight with himself.

A couple walking by his car, holding hands and laughing, brought him out of his reverie. Fuck it, he was going to do it. He had done a lot of good, and nothing would ever take away his feeling of guilt and responsibility, this was only going to help him fight the good fight better!

His mind thus made up, he left the car and entered the building, a high-rise tower near the financial district of Los Angeles.

He was nervous, and he hated being nervous. He cleared his throat before he knocked on their door. It had been almost scary how easily he had been able to ‘convince’ the doorman to let him through. It was a good thing the Furies could take care of themselves, security in their building was a joke.

He strained his ears for any sounds after his knock. After a couple of minutes, he rapped on the door again, growing impatient.

Then he sensed them more than he actually heard them and recognition washed over him.

He didn’t understand how he could have forgotten it all, the images of that night now so vivid before his inner eye.

The door opened as if by magic. Which was probably what it was, being that, Amea stood close to the entrance but didn’t touch the door, an angelic smile on her face.

“Yes, the…stars were right…he has come to us!” they said in their strange threesome. Then, in sudden unison they almost moaned, “Mmmmm….Angelus!”

Angel cleared his throat again, for a moment rendered speechless by their beauty and the unreal light in the apartment.

“Actually,” he mumbled when he found his voice again “It’s Angel now.”

“Yes, you…are…different!” Amea approached and placed a hand on his chest. Angel thought lightening had hit him, so strong was the vibration that passed through his body.

“He…has…a soul.”

They didn’t seem shocked though, it was a mere statement. Angel smiled at them shyly. They hadn’t changed a bit, each was exactly how he had remembered them, even wearing the same dress.

As if they had read his mind they spoke up again, “And he…has changed…with the times.”

Amea took his hand and let him into the apartment, to where Suria and Tama were standing.

She gently pushed him into the couch cushions. Angel let her. He couldn’t put the million thoughts rushing through his brain into words.

He just stared at them, from one to the other to the next.

They smiled at him.

It took him a moment to realize what was off: They weren’t exactly standing on the ground, they seemed to hover a few inches above it. Which was exactly the way it had been in the barn. And as they approached him to form a semicircle around him, they didn’t walk, they floated.

“He has changed…yet his power…hasn’t.”

And there it was again, “Mmmmm….Angel!”

‘Well’, he thought, ‘at least they are fast learners’, but he couldn’t help feeling indefinitely flattered by their remark, again said in unison. He was a vampire, but his male ego was intact, and a compliment like that from three women had the same effect on him that it would have had on any man.

The three touched him now, Amea was unbuttoning his shirt, Tama was opening his shoes and pulled them off, Suria was unzipping his pants.

He was surprised, but he didn’t resist. Yet he didn’t assist either, he felt strangely guilty at having all their attention focused on him.

His conscience chose this moment to remind him that he didn’t deserve such treatment.

Angel closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the cushions as they took his clothes off in a team effort. They didn’t speak, but they smiled. Their touch felt comforting now, their scent filled his mind and he let it happen.

Having been deprived of a female touch for so long, Angel was hard in an instant. They stroked and caressed, raked their fingers through his hair, squeezed his nipples and kneaded his flesh.

And he couldn’t help it, he was moaning with pleasure.

The Furies didn’t waste too much time with the foreplay though, after a few minutes, Angel felt Amea’s warm lips on his rock hard member and he groaned. He had assumed a completely passive role and was simply enjoying.

Amea let the her tongue circle over the tip of his cock, before she took it into her mouth and sucked lightly. Angel lifted his hips instinctively to push his cock further into her mouth, but she backed up teasingly. Tama stroked his chest and lowered her face to his, engaging him into a passionate kiss. He felt the demon inside him try to come to the surface, but he fought it.

When Amea opened her mouth further and swallowed his length, Angel felt that sense of being hit by lightening again.

A small part of him still tried to fight it, insisting that he didn’t deserve pleasure, but he didn’t let it win.

Amea was now sucking harder, and Angel could already feel his climax building.

She released his cock and encircled it with her fingers, gently pumping it.

Angel opened his eyes to watch her, he saw a drop of pre-com form around the tip, which Amea scooped up with her tongue. She smiled at him from behind lowered lashes before she opened her mouth again and sheathed his cock in it. Her body heat was searing him, he threw his head back and gasped.

Amea slowly bobbed up and down, sucking first harder, then gentler, than harder again, easily finding the rhythm his bucking hips suggested.

Suria dug her fingernails into his chest and scratched them down to his stomach, causing him just enough pain to enjoy it immensely.

Amea was not teasing anymore, she sucked hard while caressing his balls. Angel’s eyes were closed, he was feeling each Fury’s touch, but he didn’t allow himself to touch any of them.

Within minutes, Angel felt his sac contract, and saw fireworks exploding before his inner eye, moments before an intense orgasm rocked his whole body.

He was shaking all over and had the long forgotten floating sensation again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Amea greedily drink every drop of his dead seed, still pumping his cock. The Furies moaned in unison, and Amea’s voice sent a vibration through him that made him feel like he was going to explode.

When it was over, Angel collapsed back, his eyes closed for a moment. Even without looking, he felt the light surrounding the Furies grow stronger. Lorne hadn’t really had to answer his questions, once the memory was back, he knew they fed off of sexual vibes.

Angel had accomplished what he had come for, he decided it was time to leave, yet his body wouldn’t obey him, he felt strangely immobile.

He now recalled his first encounter with the ladies, they had dropped him back into the barn after enjoying him three times.

The number three seemed to be crucial, he thought, and he wasn’t too upset with the conclusion that they were going to give him two more earth-shattering orgasms.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t surprised to find Suria close to him, a glass of red wine in her outstretched hand. This was clearly the intermission.

He realized whether he was participating or not, he was clearly at their mercy. They would let him stay only as long as they wanted him. When they were satisfied, they would give his body the power to move on its own again. He didn’t know how, he just knew it.

This realization appealed to his broody soul, it was like a form of well-deserved torture. Despite himself, he felt a tingle rush through his body that settled in his groin and awakened his limp cock anew.

Just as he had assumed, they moved in on him again as soon as his glass was empty.

That time, it was Suria who settled herself between his legs, and Amea showered his face with kisses.

His second orgasm lasted even longer, he was completely losing control over the demon inside him and could barely keep from grabbing Amea to feed off her.

When Suria released his cock, his com still glistening on her lips, he heard their now-familiar sigh.

“Mmmm…Angel!”

A deep satisfaction let him shiver as he settled back and he was congratulating himself for having made the right decision, his conscience silence, for once.

If they had expected him to participate, they didn’t show it, they seemed completely content with showering him with their affection without receiving any in return. His body was their oyster, and he let them do whatever they pleased with it.

When, after his third, mind-blowing climax, he had found himself fully dressed on the outside of their apartment in the hallway, he wasn’t really surprised, it was exactly as he had expected. They had used his power and made it their own; for now, he was dismissed.

He had to lean on the wall for a few minutes to steady himself, taking deep, unneeded breaths to calm down.

A few minutes later he drove home through the crisp LA night and slept through the better half of the following day.

His sexual desire had been silenced for weeks after that, and he had been grateful, finding it easier to concentrate on his daily tasks without the unwanted distraction.

Since then, he had paid the Furies infrequent visits, whenever he felt the need to be released, when he felt his demon fighting too strongly. He gained no happiness from his visits, but relief.

Whenever he got the gnawing feeling that he prostituted himself or was using them like prostitutes, he reasoned that while it was an exchange of services, it was on a higher spiritual level and thus justified.

They needed him to feed them and he needed the release, simple as that. No one was being exploited.

~ Caritas, Present Day ~


He was brooding over his strange ‘arrangement’ with the Furies when he rounded the last corner and braced himself for battle.

His only fear was that Cordelia would learn too much from the Furies when she delivered his request.

Angel was hoping they wouldn’t share too much about their common history. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of it, but it would embarrass him to have his friend and co-worker find out about that particular secret.

She would have questions and they might lead him to ponder the issue a lot more, maybe raising doubts.

He had thought about the risk of her finding out, but the situation didn’t leave him the time to see the Furies and ask them to lift the spell himself. If they granted his wish, he would have a chance to fight the gang at Caritas. If they didn’t, his friends’ lives were in danger and there was nothing he could do to help them.

As he opened the basement door, he heard a gun shot. He forced himself to remain calm, to approach slowly rather than rush in. Angel closed his eyes to concentrate on his vampiric senses, he needed an idea of how many people he was going to deal with. He picked up several frantic heart beats and smelled fear. A lot of fear.

When he entered the room, all attention was on Gunn who held the still smoking rifle.

Lorne’s voice was pleading, “This is a sanctuary...”

Angel easily picked out the leader of this destructive party, when Gio replied arrogantly, “Not anymore, it ain’t.”

The vampire took a deep breath, forcing a calm and composed expression on his face.

“Nice shot. Am I next?”


The End