Title: Keep Me Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: They’re all Joss’ and probably some other people but hey I’m a rebel so I play if I want damn it!
Summary: Sequel to Hot to Cold. Faith has turned against the Scoobies and after giving into Angelus he made her a vampire. They obtained the list of Potential Slayers and slaughter will begin but sooner or later they'll end up in Sunnydale. This fic coincides with The First problem on Buffy so I guess it's an Alternate Universe. Uncomplete! I'll be posting new sections as I write them.
Pairings: Faith/Angelus so far.
Category: angst and suspense I suppose.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the episodes where The First is in Sunnydale. No Angel spoilers. Sorry people I don't know the episodes so just read it.
Rating: NC-17 for graphic torture and sexuality.
Author’s Comments: Hey guys! Check me out! I'm so on top of that request for the sequel! This fic is dedicated to Jezzie who supported me, and told me the things I needed to hear and pushed me to make a sequel. I’m having a ball writing it and I don’t know that I would’ve without her requests. Also thank you for all the feedback and requests. When people email me and tell me how I really can grasp the character of Angelus or describe the way his eyes roam over a tortured body makes me feel like I might just be doing this right and I may just have a grip on this whole writing thing. Also thanks in advance to anyone who may feel the urge to email me because I suck. Please do! I love it. I wanna know why I suck or what sucks.

Faith glanced around at the silent chaos that filled their London flat. Beaten bloody bodies covered the floor. There were hookers slumped against the walls under smears of deep red blood. There were drug dealers lined up on the immaculate marble floor like the lines of coke they sold on mirror serving trays. There were couples displayed in all kinds of kinky, intimate, or downright erotic poses. And there was Mark, her Adonis, in the middle of the bloody room, naked except for a leash around his neck to which she held the controlling end.

She was sprawled across the massive bed that Angelus had insisted come with them wherever they go and she was also naked. One hand held staunchly to the leather leash despite the fact that her victim knew far better then to run after witnessing all the destruction around them and the other danced between her thighs. This second hand did little to alleviate her need and only started the job she would make Mark finish.

He was a bouncer she had hired to watch the door of the party she had thrown nearly four days earlier. People just kept coming and coming but none of them left. At first she had been subtle about it, going through the trouble of drawing an appetizing man or woman to the bathroom and feasting but the bodies in the bathroom just kept piling up and were eventually discovered by the leashed man before her.

Unlike the controllable reaction she had anticipated, a mass struggle to escape the flat reducing in a crowd of panic-ridden people that she could take out one by one, Mark showed her an unexpected response. He had risked his life, a true hero of their time, to slowly and, at first, discreetly escort some young partygoers to the door. She could only guess how successful he had been until a young cokehead skitzed out and tried a few tae kwon do moves on our hero. He punched the kid in the jaw and threw him down the stairs and made up some story to Faith about how he was stealing. She wasn’t stupid and could smell the lie tainting his perfect breath. When she locked the steel door he initiated the long waited panic and she had to kill everyone before she had her chance to play with him. Killing everyone had been joyous and had taken far longer then she had expected. She had been playing with him for two days and some of the bodies were beginning to rot and smell.

She enjoyed the fact that there was still fire and life in his eyes although his fight wasn’t as sharp as it had initially been. He wasn’t yet a broken man but when she was done he would be. His body was covered with dried blood and sweat but he was a very visually pleasing man. His body was well formed but his face still held a boyish look despite the stubble beginning to grow in on his cheeks and chin. He was very strong and the sight of his body promised pleasure without trying. She flicked her wrist and he stumbled forward another step towards the bed. She reached her hand over and turned out the bedside light bathing the room in darkness.

“Come,” she crooned and after a moment she felt the bed shake as he climbed on. He knew the rules of the little game she liked to play and by now he knew his part. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was why he played it at all, why didn’t he just refuse and die like the rest of them. He gripped her thighs roughly and spread them as far as her flexible legs would allow. He looked down at her and saw her eyes were closed and she was working hard at imagining the man she craved but he had learned that that didn’t mean she wouldn’t catch him if he so much as looked towards the door.

He licked his chapped lips trying to ease the pain in them and moisten them for the task at hand before his kissed his way forcefully up one thigh to her playing fingers just the way she had showed him. She tangled the hand in his spiked hair and forced his mouth roughly into her moist and waiting crotch. He had no idea why, maybe it was that prisoner-lusting-for-power-wielding-captive syndrome he had seen on the Jerry Springer show, but he had the sudden urge to please her this time. He kissed and licked, and sucked and tasted her as he would a sweet lover and while doing so he could forget about his past humiliation and the leash around his neck and the blood everywhere around them.

Faith screamed Angelus’s name as Mark bit roughly down on her clit. She was near her first orgasm and she sighed impatiently as he stopped. She was reluctant to open her eyes and ruin the fantasy, and she knew stopping so close to pleasure wasn’t so uncharacteristic for the man she craved. Before she had the chance to make him proceed she felt his nude thighs on top of hers and his hard dick stabbing at her clit. She smiled and let the scenario continue. She reached a hand down and grabbed him to feel him jump in her cool hands and realized he was cool himself. She pushed him down a little and he thrust inside her in one motion that was so hard she almost shot her eyes open in surprise. It was all so perfect!

She was quickly as close to the building orgasm as she had been moments before and he pumped inside her furiously attempting to bring them both to climax. The climax she felt was stronger then she had had in weeks and she screamed as he came inside of her but her screams were drowned out as his mouth came to hers and brutally claimed her in a kiss she knew could only come from her mate. She opened her eyes to welcome his long absent beauty. She kissed him back even more furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips like a vice, never wanting him to leave her insides hollow and lonely again.

When the kiss broke they stared into each others eyes for a few moments and when his passion gave way to an evil smile she pushed him roughly off of her and jumped off of the bed. “Get away from me!” she screamed. “You think you can just leave for over a week and then come back and it won’t matter?”

Angelus stood from the bed and pulled his pants back on. He stepped over Mark’s corpse to start towards her. “Faith!” he screamed angrily, “Don’t even fucking start this shit! You do what I say when I say it and you don’t ask questions and you certainly don’t massacre half the towns population by yourself!” He looked around and was reminded that she certainly did have a talent that he had shown early in his unlife. He always knew she would share his passions because they were exactly the same. During her life she had already loved to cause destruction and so had he. Of course she had enjoyed destroying innocent people and their feelings while he had enjoyed destroying innocence and purity among the villages female population. They both had enjoyed destroying themselves and that was a main common link that both Angel and Angelus had observed in Faith.

She wrapped a blood stained white satin robe around her body and sat on the loveseat between two dead bodies to light a cigarette. “I do what I please!” she screamed back, “And I do a damn good job at it!”

He sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t. “Not right now Faith! I’m really not in the fucking mood to hear you whine!”

“Hearing me whine was great a few seconds ago,” she shot back and flicked her cigarette at him.

He took a step closer, “A few seconds ago you weren’t quite as wordy.”

She jumped up from the couch and tackled him to the floor. Her hands pressed his chest to the floor and he laughed but didn’t attempt to rise. She bit one of his nipples roughly with blunt teeth and he ripped her robe from her body. She lifted her hips only to unzip his pants and release his throbbing cock then he gripped her hips and roughly slammed her down onto him. When he was inside of her as far as he could go he rocked her back and forth and grinded into her making her hole hug him. “I missed you baby,” he cooed and his hands went up to pull her mouth to his while she kept riding him.

After a few minutes he rolled her over and made them both come again then he rolled onto his back and pulled her close to his chest. She laid on top of him temporarily forgetting all her anger at his absence and lack of confidence in her. He gently rubbed her hair and ran his fingers up and down her spine until her body relaxed and she curled into the fetal position on top of him for a good nap.

He knew what she was upset about. She resented the fact that he had to get the list alone but now that he had it and he saw her abilities and creativity in the room all around him he would no longer be resistant to include her in the fun and games. She wanted to go back to Sunnydale and she wanted to hurt their enemy but first they had a list of young women they just had to visit on their roundabout route back to Buffy Summers.