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 walked the dark streets alone, disgusted. She hated it here and she hated the games he loved to play with her. She hated that it was just his style and she hated being smart enough to know she could never change him. She just wanted to go to Sunnydale and end this thing then he would be hers forever. She watched as a dark haired young man walked down a side street alone and though her muscles flexed preparing for the attack her mood wouldn’t let her body spring into action and she walked slowly on. The sun had only set a little less than an hour earlier but the clouds in this place allowed a vampire to walk around frequently in the daytime.

She figured that meant their had to be an abundance of vampires in the area and a house full of potentials in the area promoted that theory so all she had to do was find them. She wanted to find them and have some fun and then make him just as jealous as she was. He had seen the way he had looked at the small girl at dinner the previous night and the way he had asked her whereabouts at the recently ended one. The small god fearing little blonde might as well be named Buffy and Faith knew Angelus was attracted to her. She could smell the arousal on him whenever the girl was around, and the previous night he had fucked her while staring in at the sobbing little cherub.

She came to an intersection and took a look before her. She didn’t see anything at all so she looked down both side streets and the right she saw something that almost made her thank God for her luck. She caught herself and thanked Lucifer instead before she started to slowly follow the padding little feet and bouncing blonde hair through the cold night.

Angelus followed the dark haired girl through the house. She was deep in a high, floating above the storm clouds, wondering without purpose and he was taking full and fair advantage of the situation. He would whisper in her ear and graze her neck with his lips but by the time she turned around he would be well hidden in the shadows of the house. After about an hour she was a little more coherent and he knew the real games could begin.

She heard him whisper the word “run” but she didn’t run. She just turned and looked deep into the shadows at the end of the hallway and beckoned him to emerge. After a minute of intense searching the shadows for a glint in his eyes or some other sinister action that would give his presence away she thought perhaps she was losing her mind. Then he stepped forward. His leather pants were slung low on his hips and aside from him he was naked and his white body glistened in the light of the candle she toyed with her in hand as she walked her endless circles on nights like this. When it was stormy out and she was really high she became frantic but his presence settled her a little. If he killed her the thunder and lightening wouldn’t get their way now would they?

She stepped closer trying to hold onto some form of control, “You asked me to run?” she said running her free hand over his chest, “Would you still like me too?” she asked.

He shook his head, “We can walk.”

She put her hand in his and his touch was surprisingly light. He listened to the howling wind and booming thunder in the distance and thought it sounded very much like screams and cries. They walked slowly down the hall to his room because he decided he wanted to take her in the bed he had taken Faith, that would be a nice touch.

He didn’t know why she was coming willingly, many woman had for many different reasons. She could just be facing the inevitable, saving herself the trouble of a fight. She could be giving in to her obvious attraction to him. She could be committing suicide. She could be trying to break her father’s heart one more time. She could just be a stupid little whore. Whatever the reason he wanted her even more and he didn’t bother to close the bedroom door just pushed her down on the bed and made quick work of removing her clothes. Her eyes stayed on his as if she were searching for something deep inside of him. Did she know there was an animal inside? If not she shortly would. When he entered her, her screams joined the ones the howling wind and thunder were making outside.

Faith looked down at the mess she had made of her lovers infatuation. The blonde hair and green eyes so similar to Buffy’s were unrecognizable. Faith didn’t know when it had started to rain. When the first drop hit her face she couldn’t distinguish it from a drop of blood. She had made quick work of the little girl and damned if she wasn’t proud. She smiled and her face shifted back to beauty as she looked over her handy work. The girl had fought her heart out, literarily, and Faith had nail marks all over her face and her shirt front was ripped all the way open.

She stood and leaned down to pick up the body, leaving behind all the unattached and unnecessary parts to carry home the body for the big showing. Angelus would be so unhappy with her, she thought with an evil little smile.

Daniel heard the screams outside and could no longer excuse them for the storm. He jumped out of bed and dressed as quickly as he could but when he opened the hall door he saw that the twins were already ahead of him. He ran down the hallway, different scenarios racing through his still sleeping brain about what could have happened. Had Claire harmed herself? He could only guess that was coming. He went to her bedroom and saw the door was open but when he peered in the room was empty and he could barely make out the twins feet pattering on the stairs.

He ran past the Slayer and Watcher’s open door ignoring the sounds of sex inside the dark room and missing the clear picture when a strike of lightening illuminated the room. He was moving too fast… trying to get to the sound, get to his daughter, get to Claire. He had to save her. He couldn’t recall the last time he had moved so fast but he was pushing past the twins and to the front door without really knowing the sound had led them there.

When he threw the door open he could barely make out the strange figure on the lawn, but when lightening cleared the darkness it lit a scene that brought him to his knees. The Slayer, Faith was cradling a small body in her arms. Blood was all he could see to distinguish it from a great bulk but he had a sinking feeling it was Sarah. Both girls were covered in blood and the rain was making it streak down Faith’s solemn face and matting her hair down. She fell to her knees before him and dropped the girl’s body to the grass.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled before standing and walking slowly past the sobbing twins into the house.

When Daniel finally gathered the strength to stand he too walked into the house to follow the Slayer and make sure she was okay, and see what had happened. Inside he was cursing himself for allowing the girl to walk alone for so long. Something like this was bound to happen. He was kidding himself, even with his select knowledge he had never expected something like this, such a direct hit. He looked down at his blood-covered hands from where he had carried the girl’s bloody corpse onto the sheltered front porch.

A few feet inside the house he saw the Slayer’s large coat, soiled with blood and soaked through with rain, was abandoned on the cool tile. At the end of the hallway to the large stairs he saw something else on the floor. He walked on automatic pilot and barely registered the shirt in his hands and how he had knelt to pick it up. Once at the top of the stairs the sounds of sex were more apparent now that his racing heart was no longer drowning out the sounds in his own ears. He saw the Slayer standing at the far end of the hallway. The floor between them held her shoes, bra, and pants. He didn’t understand or care and he couldn’t even think that if she wasn’t making love to her Watcher then who was. He couldn’t think at all. That’s why it was so easy for the Slayer to walk calmly down the hallway and overpower him with one direct punch to the face.

She felt the anger run through her body like ice as she covered the man’s mouth with one small hand and began to drag him down the hallway. She could hear the twins were still outside mourning for their lost friend and sister of sorts so she closed and locked the heavy door on the way past. She didn’t need to hear them screaming, not quite yet. She took her hand off of his face and slammed him against the wall.

“Where can we be alone?” she asked seductively.

Angelus gripped the girl’s throat tightly. He didn’t know if it was all that necessary, he figured she would probably follow him where he went anyway but he didn’t mind being over hostile, in fact it was quite jovial. “Where oh where could they be?” he asked in the girl’s ear as he pushed the basement door slowly open. “Lead the way love,” he instructed giving her a light push and she started down the stairs.

The floor and basement were cold in the winter weather and despite the previous heat up the girl shivered roughly in his grasp and against the front of his body. “Daddy?” he called out into the darkness in a mocking tone, “Daddy where are you?”

He pushed the girl out into a clearing at he end of two rows of shelves and boxes. The basement was pitch black and even with his vampire night vision he had trouble seeing where the two were but he could hear McGregor’s racing heart and smell Faith everywhere.

Suddenly the lights switched on and revealed the display before them. McGregor had somehow chained Faith to the wall and the two were locked inside of a jail cell of sorts thought the bars looked much thicker, not something he would be able to break. Faith was wearing only a small pair of panties but he remembered seeing the clothes dropped carelessly in a path so he doubted she shed them unwillingly. He spoke on it anyway, just to get McGregor’s blood running a little faster. “Looks like we play the same games big daddy,” he said running his free hand down the front of the man’s daughter.

McGregor didn’t reply. “I’m not stupid,” Angelus informed them, his eyes on Faith, “Not even partially… you should know that love.”

“Good,” she said smiling, “That means it shouldn’t be too hard for you to get me the fuck out of here!” McGregor raised a knife to her throat. By now he know what she was and that slicing her throat wouldn’t kill her but he knew it would hurt a whole hell of a lot.

“Oh Danny Boy!” Angelus said in a singsong voice. “You’ve been played. You see… I know that girl there better then anyone. She’s not a screamer, and she’s certainly not a beggar. The way she was screaming and begging for you to stop and for me to come save her. Very out of character, especially if she’s being tortured by the likes of you.”

Faith laughed from the corner, “You think I put myself in these chains?”

“Probably not,” he said frowning, “And that means you haven’t been learning much from me. But just because you didn’t put yourself in there doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself while your there.”

Angelus smiled then looked around the room until he saw a set of old shackles hanging from another wall. He began to drag Claire over there. “What are you doing?” McGregor asked urgently.

“Why we’re going to play a game,” he said pushing the girl down on the dirty floor with a grunt, “its called follow the leader.” He fastened the shackles around her thin wrists exposing the track marks she had been trying to hide from her father. Angelus turned. “Guess what! You’re the leader.” He slowly walked over to the cage and flashed Faith a quick and hungry smile, “You hurt my girl and I hurt yours.”

McGregor looked like he had never considered the option that Angelus might not just go along with everything he said. Angelus clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously, “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Claire was beginning to fidget and pull against her restraints. She didn’t really know why she bothered with her captor only a few feet away. He had left her and walked close to the cage to admire the woman inside and to size up the man who held watch over her. Claire’s father was a reasonably young and healthy thirty-nine years old, much younger then the other man in the room. He looked wearily from the vampire he held chained to the one that held his daughter but he did not look her way for fear of seeing her and fully taking in her shameful appearance.

She knew she looked like hell, or at least like she had went on a long vacation there. The bite marks and track marks all over her body were something her father had tried so hard in the past to ignore and now he was faced head-on with them. She hoped he was as strong as he pretended to be.

“Well Daniel,” Angelus said wrapping his hands around the bars and rattling them in their concrete beds. “You don’t seem to be a productive leader so I think I’ll start hmm?” he asked.

It felt like it had been over an hour and she had been expecting some sort of sinister action from him for half of that hour so it didn’t surprise her. He seemed to want to see his lover take as much pain as his captor could. He smiled her way before turning back to Claire. She could feel her arms and knees begin to shake as he slowly sauntered her way. What was he going to do?

He kneeled before her and ran one knuckle gently down her stomach. “Did you have fun upstairs Claire?” he asked lightly.

She didn’t answer or move. She didn’t even want to look at him but once his eyes had drawn her in she knew it would be some feat to break away. “I think it would only be courteous to reply after I did you such a favor love,” he chided calmly.

“Yes,” she whispered barely above a breath.

“Excuse me?” he asked smiling at her self-defeat.

“Yes,” she answered loudly for all to hear.

“Of course you did. What exactly was fun about it?” he asked. “What did you enjoy most?”

Claire looked down like the embarrassed little girl that she was and didn’t answer. “Oh Claire,” he sighed, “Where to start.” He looked over her naked body, “Not as blank a canvas as I prefer,” he said pulling a knife from a holder in his pants, “but still enjoyable.”

He ran the knife lightly up one arm, “I could always play connect the dots.”

“Get away from her!” McGregor screamed from behind.

Angelus slowly pivoted. “It’s a little late for that Mack.”

“I’ll kill her!” the man in the cage threatened holding a stake high above his head with both hands as he stood above Faith. She looked understandably annoyed. To think, she hated his mind games so much, and she involuntarily went and got herself all caught up in one.

He loved the way things works out sometimes. “I don’t believe you,” Angelus said lightly, “You could always prove me wrong but then where would your bargaining chip be? And what would keep me from killing Claire and the rest of the girls?” “She was innocent!” McGregor screamed down at Faith. “She was pure and innocent and vulnerable and you killed her for it!”

“Don’t you mean you killed her?” Faith asked calmly. “That’s what you’re thinking. If only you had been more protective, if only you had kept her from the walking to work, if only you hadn’t invited the most ferocious vampires of all time into your home. All those “if only”‘s and your precious little angel would still be alive.”

“No!” he screamed near tears. Claire was shocked. She had never seen her father so distraught. She didn’t remember when her mother had died, but she guessed that was the last time in his life he had cried. This only further confirmed her suspicions that he loved the potentials more then her.

“If your looking for someone other then yourself to blame you can always blame him,” Faith said with a smile.

Angelus lifted an eyebrow. “How am I to blame doll?” he asked, although he could pretty much guess how easy it would be for Faith to make everything his fault.

“She caught your eye all the time with her little blonde hair. She fit your type as tight as the ass of those fucking leather pants and if you weren’t so damn interested in her I wouldn’t have gutted her the way I did.”

McGregor looked from Faith to Angelus again but Angelus only smiled in return. “She was so cute and pure, something you’ve never been.” He knew it wasn’t really true and that he had instead been attracted to Claire because she was so much like Faith. If Faith would open her eyes she would realize that. He figured it was still fun to stab her every once in a while. “She reminded me of my first love,” he said nostalgically.

Faith’s eyes lit with an inner fire and she imagined all the horribly wonderful things she would do to Buffy when they finally got to Sunnydale. “Well hurry up and kill the bitch and daddy and we can go see the little whore.”

Angelus smiled and took a few backwards steps slowly towards Claire. He put his hand down and felt her soft hair. He kept his eyes on Faith the whole time as his hands went down the side of Claire’s face. She tried to turn away but his hand just followed. Faith tried to smile back as his hand ran lightly over Claire’s neck, staying a moment to feel her racing pulse, and then down over her breasts to her stomach.

Faith watched as her lover, the only man she had every truly deeply desired ran his hands between the legs of another woman, not just any woman, but a young, sniveling, mortal woman. She felt a whoosh of air as McGregor ran for the cage walls. She knew it was over, no more fun.

Angelus was grasping McGregor’s neck through the bars, his hands wet with his female victims’ unwanted attraction, before the man even had a chance to scream in anger and revulsion. His eyes remained on Faith’s as he tightened his grip on the man’s throat until he crushed his windpipe and his eyes bulged with blood. He dropped that man’s dead body to the floor of the cell and the keys conveniently fell within Angelus’ grasp. He looked Faith deep in the eyes and smiled cruelly, “Now, where was I?” he asked turning back to his previous prisoner.

Faith knew she was the true prisoner and would be for quite some time if he proved true to his reputation. She had tried to play him and like so many other times he had won. Now she was chained to a wall and he could control whether she walked away or not. He was going to enjoy himself and she cursed herself for giving him the chance.