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.

Scotland


A half an hour of coercing and they had a room and a firm invitation to stay at The McGregor Estate. Faith was thrilled with the large room they were to stay in and Angelus was equally pleased with the fact that all the windows in the large house were covered with plywood and then drapes. McGregor said it was to get the girls used to the dark and finding their way in the dark and such. They had been introduced to Meghan and Maureen, who were twins from Ireland. They had been sent to McGregor at a young age and were now sweet sixteen. They had curly black hair and pale round white faces dusted with freckles. They were darling but he had seen that many times before. The fact that they were potential slayers pleased him more then the prospect of torturing identical twins.

The other potential, Sarah, was working in town for the day and would be back for dinner. Faith and Angelus didn’t have many items to unpack but they made a big show of bringing in their bags and getting comfortable in their room. They were pleased with the other girls. The thought of three for the price of one was a happy one at least, but if Angelus’ senses were right he could make it four.

When he had entered the house he had heard footsteps on the wood a few floors above them but they had been so careful and faint he had excused them for an animal or the wind moving the old house. Once he walked around the house he could smell five distinct human scents and the fifth was intriguing and beautiful, definitely a young woman, and most likely the woman bearing the name on his list. McGregor was training these three young women to be slayers and had no idea that his own daughter was the only likely potential he housed.

This was possible because the list he had obtained from the Watcher’s was enchanted and ever changing. He had taken one look at it and the paper had turned blank never to be viewed by him again. That’s all a person gets is one glance but one was enough. He had never had a photographic memory but this was most certainly imprinted on his mind. He had been surprised that there were only a few girls to knock off, only a few girls holding the future in their hands. A few to him wasn’t exactly a few to anyone else but he had been hoping for a good portion of a year to destroy all the potentials and he would be lucky if it took them three months.

He flopped down on the large bed next to his mate and listened intently as she ran her fingers through his hair. He was listening for sounds or clues as to where the mystery daughter might live. Dinner was in a half an hour. He wondered if she was McGregor’s secret, kept up in the attic and never aloud to interact with the other children.

When dinner finally came he realized why McGregor might want to hide her away. Surely this rebellious teenager before him couldn’t be the type of role model he aimed to expose the young potentials too. Angelus could smell the power on her… almost as strongly as the weed, alcohol, and utter confusion at life.

The girl took a seat farthest away from her father and therefore reluctantly next to Angelus. “Claire,” her father informed her, “this is Andrew and that is Faith. They will be staying with us for a while.”

Claire looked briefly over the two but her bloodshot eyes seemed to burrow deep into his every thought. When the spell was broken she had returned her eyes to the plate before her. Angelus and Faith made up some lame excuse about eating on the road when McGregor noticed their untouched plates. Instead of leaving they stayed at the dinner table watching the girls with wonder.

Sarah had come for dinner. She was one of those delightful breeds that couldn’t help but smile constantly and brought sickening light to the room that Angelus truly couldn’t wait to end. She was only fourteen and she wore her bright blonde hair down over her shoulders and a plain gray dress that did little to diminish the brightness of her smile. The dress covered every single possible part of her body and made Angelus wonder if she were wearing a full body suit under that as well. She worked as an aid by choice for an older woman in town, bringing her stuff and making her lunch. She really was a charitable and sweet thing so different from any slayer he had ever known and so much like the nuns he just loved to defile it made him wonder if her being a potential wasn’t a fluke.

Claire was the one who really intrigued Angelus. He hadn’t told Faith that she was the potential and he didn’t regret it for a second. He wanted this one all to himself. She had deep auburn hair that couldn’t possibly be natural. She wore tight jeans and a plain black tank top. She had thick black eye liner and deep red lipstick accentuating her face. The kind of sensual face holding sensual lips that made fathers uselessly wish they had bore sons. She had silver jewelry on each finger and wrist and a gathering of various length necklaces. Her face held an expression of constant annoyance. She quickly finished her food and stood from the table not waiting to leave for a second.

When she left he was shocked at the bustle of conversation that now coursed over the once solemn table. McGregor filled Sarah in on who the visitors really were or claimed to be. McGregor himself was a large booming man with a matching voice. He was at the most forty years of age but he spoke and behaved like a man twice that. Despite this Angelus could tell he had a fight in him. He had the arms and body of a retired football player who now had a healthy layer of fat over all the muscles and made money doing commercials for Citrucel on low budget cable networks.

This man was not Scottish, most likely American, and his real name most certainly wasn’t McGregor. He looked a little Italian but he could also be Jewish. His hair was thick, dark brown, and held in a rubber band at the nape of his neck much like Angelus’ had been over two hundred years earlier when that was the cool thing to do. He wanted so bad to follow that girl up to her secret attic room and find out all the secrets she kept buried under her clothing. He thought maybe Faith was catching on because she glanced from his intent eyes to the parting girl’s figure and her face showed some malice under her cool façade that he was sure only he would notice.

He made sure to lick his lips before smiling at her. Then he ran his hand over her thigh and between her legs and he knew she wouldn’t think any more of it. He had to be careful with this conquest. The three girls were watching Faith attentively, knowing that if she died one of them could be chosen and in turn be the next in line to die. Of course they didn’t know that Faith was already dead or that they were going to die too.

Faith was eager to impart words of wisdom on the three small girls about killing “hell spawns” and “watching your own ass”. He just watched her in an amused fashion. Such a storyteller, she hated when he played with his victims but it was only because she wasn’t with him. She loved an elaborate scheme just as much as he did and together they would prove unstoppable he just knew it.

She looked deep into the mirror without really focusing. She was trying desperately to find something beyond herself. She just knew it was there but all the mirror portrayed were her dazed eyes making dizzy circles. She wondered sometimes why she even bothered living. They thought she didn’t know what was going on, why she was secluded, what was different about the other girls. She had known for a long time, and she wasn’t afraid of the vampires. She wasn’t afraid of them at all or the death they promised. She was afraid of being alone, and not belonging to the crowd. She felt alone in this cold country with all the cold farm people and the cold beasts.

She looked over to make sure the door was still locked because she knew sometimes the spiders had a way of unlocking the door and opening it. Her father had caught her once but she still played because it was the only thing that gave her company. There was always company. The spiders, and boys and flamingos always came to play with her. She lifted the syringe and put her foot up on the toilet for support. She leaned careful down despite the swaying room and spread her big toe from the rest to inject the drug. She was already high enough but sometimes, times when they had their secrets, she couldn’t help but double dose, maybe hoping for death, really knowing it would never come if she welcomed it.

The needle fell from her hand as the tickle ran up her body like ice. She really felt it now and the spiders were all over the walls with big smiles for her. She fell back on the hard tile floor, sitting down on her butt without the intention of doing so. She giggled without really wanting to, without knowing why beyond the spiders and their comforting smiles. She pulled her lace tank top up over her head with a little difficulty then turned over on her belly to feel the coolness of the tile and pretend it was a bedded enemy.

She had often sought pain and solace in the arms of the very things the rest of the household were trying to destroy. She hated them almost as much as she hated herself and that’s why she knew they brought the death she deserved. If she tried real hard she could almost feel the scars all over her thighs and stomach leaking warm blood like they had so many times before. She couldn’t open them herself. It was against the rules. She stretched her arms out across the cool tile and just lay still for a moment, her body heat sucking the cool temperature from them like a sponge.

After a few minutes the high wasn’t quite as intense and she stood up and brushed her teeth just to feel the soft bristles and bubbles caress her teeth and gums. She giggled without want or warning. The spiders had started to leave but when she turned towards the door a new smile was waiting for her.

“Lost little boy?” she asked with a wicked smile of her own. She was surprised when his smile didn’t flinch. Surely this watcher, this hero, this slayer-loving crusader would be repulsed by her wretchedness but he just looked over her body. Her panties were so loose he thought they might fall off of her. She was terribly skinny after all. She had tiny pert little breasts that accented a flat torso riddled with vampire bites. Her neck was clean and he decided that was where he would claim her.

“Not as lost as you are,” he commented.

She raised her head up high in defiance. “They think I don’t know what goes on around here,” she said stepping dangerously close to him without even knowing of the danger. “I do,” another step, “I know everything.” Her bare chest pressed up against his and he wondered where she would drawl the line. He knew she would.

“I bet I could teach you a thing or two,” he said lightly running his hands up her slim arms.

She laughed but it was a low guttural sound, “Oh baby! We’ve got a live one!”

“Do you think daddy would be pleased?” he asked her, tightening his grip on her arms.

“Did I give the impression that I cared, because if so it was unintentional.” Her hands found the waistband of his sweats and she tucked a few fingers inside.

He smiled. She wasn’t ready. She was too high to really want him and too caught up in displeasing the father who displeased her to really care who she was fucking or what she was doing. He let go of her arms and she stepped back with a sly look. “Go to bed little girl,” he said firmly and she kept her smile as she sauntered from the bathroom and down the hall to her room without bothering with her shirt.

He leaned down and picked up the sexy little blue lace number and inhaled her intoxicating scent. He was hard and he wanted release. Maybe he would start a lesson tonight after all.

She felt a hand delicately swipe over her arm. She knew by now she was sober but that didn’t mean she was awake and aware enough to care about the hand. Its movements became harder and she opened her eyes to the darkness of the room to see a shadow above her with moonlight shining behind it.

She pulled her arm away and sat up quickly in the bed waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light. Unlike every other room in the house she only had black out shades and at night she threw them open to embrace the moonlight and most of the time to sneak out.

“Claire?”

She squinted her eyes, “Sarah?” She reached out and took the girl’s small shaking hand. “Come around,” she said and she watched as the little girl felt her way around to the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers. She was crying and despite her usually chipper attitude this wasn’t an odd occurrence. Sarah wasn’t like the twins; she was lonely without real family and scared of what might come in her life. The twins had each other and Sarah had a drunken drugged-out excuse for a sister who only talked to her when she cried.

Claire wrapped her arms tightly around the small girl and she shook in her arms. She whispered all the things in her ear she had always imagined a mother might say to her if she had had one and rubbed her soft hair. She rocked her and cooed her until the small girl had finally stopped crying softly and was sleeping. She laid her softly down on the bed and curled up next to her exhausted. Despite her weariness she knew sleep wouldn’t come, now that she was sober she had no choice but to reflect on what she had done and realize what she was becoming. She usually only had a moment or two of this before she was high as a kite again but with Sarah in the room she had no choice but to ride it out. When she closed her eyes the images of Andrew’s beautiful body and eerie smile haunted her and served as a reminder of how pathetic she really was.

Angelus watched the pathetically emotional scene through the gap in the bedroom door from where the little girl had left it open. He couldn’t deny that the sight of his weak little child topless and sassy had gotten him severely stirred up but he couldn’t do anything about it right now. He was content just to watch and listen in the pitch-blackness knowing that his new dark obsession couldn’t see him there growing harder by the minute. He felt Faith’s presence moments before she pressed her naked body against his back and raked her nails down his chest. She tucked her hands inside the front of his pants to feel the cool hardness she knew was caused by someone else.

He ran his hands down her arms and pulled them from his pants only to pull her around to face him. He looked into her eyes and saw her anger was barely swallowed by her passion and need and he didn’t care. He pushed her soundlessly against the wall and pulled the waistband of his pants further down on his hips, unsheathing him. He stared Faith cold in the eyes as he entered her slowly but then his eyes returned to stay with the two girls. They bit their own lips bloody to keep from screaming but the occasional moan or grunt was still able to escape them. Angelus kept his eyes on the girl the whole time and she never once seemed to hear them.

Claire edged cautiously down the hallway and hesitated for a while outside of the dark bedroom door not wanting to knock like she was told. Her father had sent her back up through the dark house to ask the guests to come down for breakfast and she didn’t want to face Andrew after the previous night’s behavior. She lifted her hand and knocked lightly. Then she listened intently for any sounds inside. Because she had heard none, the sudden and swift motion of the door opening caused her to take a step back in shock. What she saw inside was even more shocking. Andrew opened the door all the way. The lights were on in the room and he was standing naked before the door like it was completely normal to answer the door in the nude. He made no attempts to cover himself up or hide the sly smile on his lips and in an effort to divert her eyes she caught a glimpse of the slayer, Faith, naked in the bed with her hands unashamedly running over her body.

She wasn’t easily embarrassed and she had seen a lot of things in her short life but this sight had her blushing. She used all her strength to compose herself and keep her cool, “Will you be down for breakfast?” she asked in a slightly haughty tone she was able to feign.

He ran a hand through his hair and turned back to the girl on the bed to see if she would answer. “I don’t think so,” he said. When he turned his eyes were filled with hunger but she had a slight feeling it wasn’t completely for the beautiful powerful woman stretched out across his bed.

He would just love to have taken her, right there in the middle of the hallway, screaming and moaning and everything else with Faith whining and bitching in the background. He knew Claire could sense it and he also knew she was intrigued by it. She was so wrapped up in self-loathing and self-destruction she couldn’t possibly understand why he would want her over his beautiful slayer. Of course she was right, Faith was perfect, the one he had chosen to spend eternity with and nothing or no one would change that. It was just fun to play games with Faith, and he wanted to see if she would take the bait and play back. Her jealousy was the only think that made him sure that she wanted him forever too. It was a game he and Darla had played together for decades but he also knew it was his mind and bodies unwillingness to be tied down. He couldn’t help but be attracted to the brass young girl.

Daniel hung up the phone and put his hands in his head. He hadn’t kept track so he didn’t know exactly how many watchers he had tried to contact. He had scoured his phonebooks and drawers and business cards for any numbers that might be related to the council and so far he had gotten disconnected phone lines and no answers. Many of the first people he had called were from England, people he had trained with, people he considered friends and though he put on a manly façade he hated to face that it hurt deep inside to consider that all those people might be dead. The two mysterious visitors claimed to be the only link and he didn’t want to believe that without a fight. He picked up the last number. It was a place in Sunnydale where a watcher and his slayer had once resided. Her name had been Buffy and since there was a slayer in his house by the name of Faith he figured she must be dead but her watcher Giles could still reside there.

He picked up the phone and started to dial the number when the door opened and Sarah stuck her little head in. He quickly hung up the phone and pushed the numbers away afraid of her fearful reaction should she see them. “Lunch is almost ready,” she said, “I’m going to work soon but I’ll be back before dinner.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her kindness and the fact that she had earned so much at such a young age. “Okay,” he said, “Do you want me to drive you down?” he asked. He knew her answer before she shook her head. She never wanted a ride no matter what the weather was like she preferred to walk.




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