Title: Keep Me Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
Feedback: It's a beautiful thing! So email me already damnit!
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.

Spike lay back on his cot in the basement unable and un-wanting to decipher the screaming above him because of the varying thoughts swirling through his bleached brain. He knew there had been a vampire watching them in the graveyard; he had smelled the power and immense evil. It had been a strong vampire, a controlling vampire, an intelligent vampire, a calculating vampire; definitely not one of those mindless pawns they had been dealing with recently.

Then there was the sudden appearance of Faith. She had never just showed up like that before, not to help their cause anyway. Aside from the intense urge the shag the shit out of her, his feelings for her were kind of muddled. She had hurt Buffy a lot, but that was during a time when he only felt jealous he couldn’t do the same. Now his feelings for Buffy were on the other side of the spectrum, but his feelings for Faith wouldn’t change. He admired and respected her power, and as always felt that where she went trouble was sure to follow. He rolled over on his side and tried to get the visual picture of her naked and covered in blood from his mind and think about her reappearance logically but he couldn’t.

It unnerved him how in one night he had turned into a sex and blood hungry vampire after all this time lusting over something serious and perhaps even pure with Buffy. Even with all the delectable little morsels of potential virgin (well, most of them anyway) walking around in tight clothes and feeling all sad and scared hadn’t caused him to feel as much of an urgent need to feast and fuck.

He rubbed his face and head vigorously, perhaps trying to rub the thoughts and images from his rattled brain before tossing over again and after a while he finally was able to fall into a semi-conscious state of sleep where thoughts of Faith continued to plague him.

Angelus felt her coming soundlessly up the metal balcony steps before she pushed open the screen door to the hotel room she knew her lover would be inside. The hotel was pretty much deserted and all the other habited rooms were closed tight, not only from fear but also to crank up the air conditioners and cool off. The summer night was strangely dry and an occasional breeze blew through the curtains of the abandoned houses.

She saw her lover like a perfect solitary red rose amidst a garden overgrown with weeds. His naked body was spread across the white bed, a sheet barely covering his indecency. His perfect face was turned towards her, he feigned sleep only for a moment, then the desire to see her expression at the sight before her overwhelmed him and he opened his eyes and their brilliance entered his emotionless face. The sight he thought she would be reacting to was that of two women on either side of the huge bed with him. They too were completely naked, but the sheet did not cover their nudity. They were well fucked but he hadn’t feed on them yet.

Faith was emotionless to this. She had learned better then to let his actions anger her. He had taught her to fight fire with fire and she planned to do that to full force. After all, she had met that young man along the way home and was sure her body was completely covered with the scent of him, but she knew it wouldn’t drown out the scent of Buffy for long, especially to his trained nose.

She walked over to the bed, wondering what he might expect her to do. Then she leaned down and kissed his head lightly like a mother kissed a child before bed and she turned and stripped all her clothes off before his watching eyes. She wondered if he would get up and come to her, if the desire would overwhelm his stubbornness but in her cold heart she knew it would take much more provoking then she was in the mood for, and in that heart she also knew she didn’t really want to play with him, her sexual thoughts were a different place entirely. She went into the bathroom, locking to door behind her, perhaps for a signal or a challenge. She took a freezing cold shower to cool the fresh boiling blood in her veins, the passion between her legs, and the scent of Buffy lingering all over her. Then she came out of the bathroom to find Angelus lying alone on the bed, no longer hindered by a sheet. It appeared that the girls had dressed and left of their own freewill, or at least without much of a struggle. He was watching her intently. She didn’t smile to give him permission to play, not that he needed any of course, only kept her face blank to the best of her ability and climbed onto the bed next to him. She climbed under the sheet and turned her head away from him.

She didn’t feel him move but he soon appeared before her. He closed the door to the hotel, and then used two pieces of plywood to board up the windows from the coming sun. Because there was no longer any airflow, he turned on the air conditioner, which quickly cooled the room.

She was almost asleep when she felt him climb back into the bed behind her and wrap a warm blanket around the two of them. He nuzzled behind her like an attentive infatuated newlywed and she marveled at how he could change at the drop of a dime sometimes. She wasn’t in the mood to play at least not with him anyway, and she considered after a night with two women trying to make her jealous he wasn’t in the mood either.

Angelus woke at the dusk of the following night to the sounds of pounding water meeting welcoming flesh. He made his way slowly to the open bathroom door to watch her shower. He lifted his forgotten cigarettes off the bathroom sink and stood there in the doorway to watch her. He did this every once in a while, to remember how flawless and perfectly keepable her body was but he knew his expression made her believe he thought differently. She thought he was appraising the site before him, wondering if she was worth the trouble to keep around anymore and that’s just the way he liked it.

She glared sinful daggers at him as she wrapped a barely existent towel around her waist and made to push roughly past him as he was blocking the doorway. He didn’t move, only took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke onto her wet neck. She thought she could just walk past and deny him? Just because he hadn’t kept her up all night didn’t mean he didn’t want to fuck her brains out now. He put the cigarette tip onto her wet breast and she didn’t move as the glowing tip extinguished on her wet skin after leaving a small burn in its wake. He let it go and it bounced off her breast and fell to the floor at her feet.

She looked up into his eyes with the start of defiance on her plush red lips but he brought his finger slowly to them commanding silence and a sexual shudder shook her body. She knew there was no denying him completely. Denying him was fun most of the time but not when you’ve got an evil scheme cooking and you’re working on a schedule. She continued to lock eyes with him as she pushed her towel down her body. She knew what he wanted, and she also knew what he didn’t want. These things were ever changing but she could see in his eyes what would make him happiest at that moment and she longed to defy him. He was angry with her and she was angry with him and he wanted rough physical sex that would embody the anger.

She smiled and leaned lightly forward like an unsure lover. Her kiss was so reminiscent of a disgusting love filled memory that he pulled away and looked at her questioningly, but her eyes reflected absolute love and adoration to him. “Angel…” she breathed against his collarbone, “please.” This followed with her pushing her body lightly against his still clothed one. She wanted to Buffy-fuck, and despite the environment and the sight of his long separated obsession he wanted to fuck no one but Faith.

Faith never said 'please' unless he had tortured her good, hard, and for hours on end, and even then it was usually mocking and sarcastic just like her. He wanted her and she was trying to convince him that she wanted someone else, his worst enemy, the being he despised more than life itself, Angel.

She pushed lightly past him and he let her, waiting to see what she would do. She made her way to the bed occasionally turning her head towards him looking up at him with those unsure chocolate syrup brown eyes like he would need to show her every more along the way. She sat carefully on the edge of the bed and waited for him instead of lying down and touching herself like an experienced lover might.

When he didn’t take a step towards her and his face didn’t convey any intention to do so, or compassion for her, her eyes looked at him with longing and sadness. “Please Angel,” she whispered, “I need you.” Then she ran her hands over her thighs slowly, her eyes not leaving his.

Angelus had never seen her like this. There were times when he had beaten her bloody over and over again for calling him Angel, there were times when he had done the same in request of such behavior and she had never impressed him more. But her intentions were see through, she wasn’t aiming to solely impress him but to repulse him.

He took a few steps closer and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in waiting and a possible offer for him. He had her on her back on the bed in seconds, and he didn’t waste time with soft or gentleness. He found her hands and slammed them above her head. He squeezed her two thin wrists in one hand and used the other to rip his boxers off. “Would Angel fuck you like this baby?” he rasped in her ear, forcing his way quickly inside of her.

At first she just lay there like she was paralyzed with fear or pain and then the friction slowly over took her and she began to move with him, against him, giving slow movements anyway that made her feel good. She was moving like an inexperienced lover, like a virgin. “I love you Angel,” she whispered lightly powdering kisses on his shoulder.

“I hate you!” he roared sinking his teeth into her neck, he could almost imagine Buffy’s red-hot boiling blood rushing into his mouth.

“Don’t you love me?” she was whimpering from beneath him, seemingly unaffected by the blood steaming from her throat. “Angel?” she called out through the blackness in his brain with a sense of urgency, “You love me right? And you need me? You would never hurt me?”

He realized his hand had wrapped around her mouth and he was still sucking from her throat feebly. When he pulled away he looked down at her. He pulled his hand away, her lips were quivering and pouting with fear and her eyes looked like windows to a broken heart he knew didn’t exist. “I love you,” she whispered.

He felt disgusted. He stood and walked across the room to the bureau where he put his clothes. He pulled on a pair of pants and turned to her. The innocent dark haired Buffy clone was gone and Faith was sprawled out on the bed with her arms wrapped behind her head. Her throaty evil cackle was like lightening, “Had enough sweetness?” she asked vaguely remembering the last time she had used the nickname for Angel on him. It was a double pun of course, but she doubted it would make much difference to him. She loved to infuriate him, even when it promised her pain and anger in return. She didn’t really know what this infraction promised.

He stared at her. The woman he had wanted to fuck, but she had disappeared and left him with a powerful yet quivering, moaning, adaptable body. He looked at her, neither of them had come and he really wanted to come. He didn’t bother about his pants this time. Just tackled her off the bed and they landed in a heap on the floor. An evil giggle escaped her mouth and it was quickly replaced by moans and sweet nothings that had inundated his previous attempt as he ripped his pants just below his ass and made his way roughly inside of her again.

He roared in anger and slammed her hard against the floor, but she was like one of those talking baby dolls that just said the same thing over again, “Angel, I love you.”

He pulled out angrily. He had never let her get the better of him and he wasn’t about to now. He had taught her to fight fire with fire and she was using it against him, but since he was the master he figured at best that his fire would squash her fire any day. She wanted to play Buffy then he would just have to play Angel again. He had seen where it could go the last time.

Faith looked up into Angelus’ furious eyes, too far into the Buffy state of mind to crack a smile at the reaction. But as suddenly as her persona had changed, most likely even quicker, his was changed. Angel was positioned on top of her his soulful eyes staring down into hers with love and adoration mirroring her own mimic. He let out an unneeded gasp at her beauty and leaned his head slowly down to kiss her lips, lightly, like nothing she had ever experienced before, but she had imagined it and Angelus knew this and fed off of it.

She had felt Buffy’s body once, gone as far as to feel everything it could do just to hurt the other Slayer deep down inside but she had also been intrigued by it. She had memorized every move that body was made to do, moves Faith would never bother with unless challenged, moves that pleased the other body over the producing one.

Angel moaned Buffy’s name and his body shivered over top of hers as she began these moves but he didn’t skip a beat and his body was trying to please her as hard as she was trying to please him. For a moment, she thought a voyeur would assume the two were desperately in love. That was an untrue assumption, they were only in love with hurting each other, and they were amazingly talented at it. She was fucking Angelus pretending to be Buffy who was pretending to be Angel. They were throwing past loves and transgressions in each other’s faces with a fierce flair.

Faith wasn’t just turned on by imagining Angel making passionate love to her but imagining she was Buffy, and that she shared that love. She knew it didn’t matter to Angelus who was who, he just wanted to fuck and he wanted to stab her undead heart and he was doing both. He was gently kissing her lips and she pushed her head back against the floor and moaned into the darkness begging him for release the way she had begged Riley, but this time she meant it.

She had started the game and now she wanted him to finish it before it became too blatant to her that he had won. He would never be so kind. He looked up at her and smiled but it wasn’t Angelus’ smile it was Angel’s. He was smiling at the pleasure he was causing the woman he loved, smiling with intense joy. She could only imagine how Buffy had felt when that smile of love had turned to one of immense hatred and ridicule.

But she didn’t feel sympathy or sorrow for the girl, she was beyond capable of feeling such emotions and considered that perhaps she always had been so. Pain became Buffy like freckles or full breasts became other girls. Without pain Buffy would be empty, missing a great part of her. Faith knew all about pain but she was now more interested in Buffy’s. Could she still be hurt like Angelus had hurt her? Could Faith possibly be the one to do the damage?

She screamed fiercely as she came, gripping his hard shoulders tightly and kissing him passionately, begging him to join her in pleasure the way she was sure Buffy would. He didn’t come. He couldn’t come with her begging beneath him, but he was happy she was begging, happy she had lost control. He would teach her once and for all one of these days that there was no beating him. He could not be outdone in any way. It was impossible. He climbed off of her. He would go find someone else to fuck, someone else to beg, someone whose submission and weakness wouldn’t surprise him at all.

He pulled his pants up and quickly dressed then he glanced over to see her stretched out comfortably on the floor like a cat smiling at him before walking out the door. He listened to her evil laughter all the way down the street, and he was more then ready to go when he found the first pretty female.