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Part Five
10:30 am
Darla studied the face of the vampire who had been her childe. She almost couldn't believe her plan had worked.
"It's me, Darla," he said. "Are you going to unchain me? Or would you rather play for a while, first?" He leered at her, his eyes taking in her nude body.
"Angelus, my dear, I'd like nothing more than to stay here with you all day, and get reacquainted," she replied, touching his face briefly. "But we must be careful. We can't have the soul's friends getting suspicious. I'm sure that they'd go after you with sharp wooden objects immediately, if they found out the soul had made its departure."
"We can't have that, now can we?" Angelus replied with a sigh. He brought his human face back. "So I will play the part of the brooding soul until I can remove them in such a way that will not cause a problem for me."
Darla nodded, "Stay clever and you'll remain free of that curse," she said. She took a deep breath, and stood then, ready to take the risk of freeing him from the chains. She was frightened, and knew from looking into his eyes that he could smell that fear. His barely concealed smirk proved that much.
She walked to the table and retrieved the key to the shackles, ignoring her self-preservation instincts which told her to run instead. She tried to reason with her fear. He appeared to be in a playful mood, and a playful Angelus was far more desirable than an angry Angelus. If she kept him happy, there was a good chance he wouldn't kill her. She stopped to slip her ankle-length red dress back on, not bothering to put on her underwear. She realized that pausing to put on that much clothing was most likely a waste of time, if the way he was looking at her was any clue.
She turned to see that she wasn't mistaken. He was still watching her intently. His expression was curious, probably wondering what her next move would be.
"I will free you, Angelus, because if I don't, my hard work would be in vain. All I ask in return is that you make me what I once was."
He didn't reply, simply smiled at her, enjoying the fact that he was now in control, rather than her. She, on the other hand, hated being the submissive one. She sighed, Better the submissive to my Angelus than to another.
She walked slowly over to him, and leaned over him to unlock his left wrist from the shackle. He let his hand drop to the mattress, and stared up at her, his face filled with an expression of innocence. She took a shaky breath, and tried to control her emotions. He was already feeding off the fear, and she had the mental image of him as a tiger ready to spring. Half-way there, finish what you started she told herself. She moved to unlock the other wrist from its shackle, steeling herself for the attack she knew would come.
He did not disappoint her. Before she knew what was happening, she was pinned underneath him on the bed. "Now that's better," he said, moving his head away as she tried to kiss him, instead nuzzling her neck. He chuckled as she gasped. "Liked that, did you, Darla?" he asked, raising his head to smile at her. She looked into his eyes which now had a hint of yellow in them. "Angelus, please," she whispered.
"Please, what?" Angelus asked. He leaned back down, and nibbled at her earlobe with his still-blunt teeth.
She moaned, which only provoked another laugh from him. "Take me or turn me, but end the torture," Darla begged.
"Definitely," he answered, as he paused to release her wrists and rip the bodice of her dress open. "And probably," he added, as he grazed his teeth lightly over the skin of her neck. She whimpered. He raised his head to look into her eyes. "but no," he replied to the last request, with a grin.
Darla groaned. Unless they were interrupted, this was shaping up to be a very, long day. Not that she was complaining.
10:30 am
Darla studied the face of the vampire who had been her childe. She almost couldn't believe her plan had worked.
"It's me, Darla," he said. "Are you going to unchain me? Or would you rather play for a while, first?" He leered at her, his eyes taking in her nude body.
"Angelus, my dear, I'd like nothing more than to stay here with you all day, and get reacquainted," she replied, touching his face briefly. "But we must be careful. We can't have the soul's friends getting suspicious. I'm sure that they'd go after you with sharp wooden objects immediately, if they found out the soul had made its departure."
"We can't have that, now can we?" Angelus replied with a sigh. He brought his human face back. "So I will play the part of the brooding soul until I can remove them in such a way that will not cause a problem for me."
Darla nodded, "Stay clever and you'll remain free of that curse," she said. She took a deep breath, and stood then, ready to take the risk of freeing him from the chains. She was frightened, and knew from looking into his eyes that he could smell that fear. His barely concealed smirk proved that much.
She walked to the table and retrieved the key to the shackles, ignoring her self-preservation instincts which told her to run instead. She tried to reason with her fear. He appeared to be in a playful mood, and a playful Angelus was far more desirable than an angry Angelus. If she kept him happy, there was a good chance he wouldn't kill her. She stopped to slip her ankle-length red dress back on, not bothering to put on her underwear. She realized that pausing to put on that much clothing was most likely a waste of time, if the way he was looking at her was any clue.
She turned to see that she wasn't mistaken. He was still watching her intently. His expression was curious, probably wondering what her next move would be.
"I will free you, Angelus, because if I don't, my hard work would be in vain. All I ask in return is that you make me what I once was."
He didn't reply, simply smiled at her, enjoying the fact that he was now in control, rather than her. She, on the other hand, hated being the submissive one. She sighed, Better the submissive to my Angelus than to another.
She walked slowly over to him, and leaned over him to unlock his left wrist from the shackle. He let his hand drop to the mattress, and stared up at her, his face filled with an expression of innocence. She took a shaky breath, and tried to control her emotions. He was already feeding off the fear, and she had the mental image of him as a tiger ready to spring. Half-way there, finish what you started she told herself. She moved to unlock the other wrist from its shackle, steeling herself for the attack she knew would come.
He did not disappoint her. Before she knew what was happening, she was pinned underneath him on the bed. "Now that's better," he said, moving his head away as she tried to kiss him, instead nuzzling her neck. He chuckled as she gasped. "Liked that, did you, Darla?" he asked, raising his head to smile at her. She looked into his eyes which now had a hint of yellow in them. "Angelus, please," she whispered.
"Please, what?" Angelus asked. He leaned back down, and nibbled at her earlobe with his still-blunt teeth.
She moaned, which only provoked another laugh from him. "Take me or turn me, but end the torture," Darla begged.
"Definitely," he answered, as he paused to release her wrists and rip the bodice of her dress open. "And probably," he added, as he grazed his teeth lightly over the skin of her neck. She whimpered. He raised his head to look into her eyes. "but no," he replied to the last request, with a grin.
Darla groaned. Unless they were interrupted, this was shaping up to be a very, long day. Not that she was complaining.
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Part Six
11 am
"You're mine, now, Darla," Angelus loved the way that sounded, so he said it again. "Mine."
"Yours," Darla agreed, eagerly.
"As long as that's perfectly clear," he shrugged, before kissing her, finally. She whimpered at the forcefulness with which he kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips willingly, and sucked on his tongue as it explored her mouth. All the while, he was grinding his hips against hers, and she felt as if she were in heaven. This was the lover she remembered, and had missed so much.
She tore her mouth away as the need for air presented itself, and he growled.
"You are not in control," Angelus said. "You don't move unless I tell you to, is that clear?"
She shivered at the dark look in his eyes, and nodded. "Yes, Angelus. I'm sorry." She watched as he reached over to the bedside table, and opened the drawer. He drew out a dagger, and she shivered again in anticipation and fear of what he was planning. She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself, she knew he was feeding off the waves of fear emanating from her body.
Darla felt the tip of the dagger against her chest and fought the urge to panic. Then she heard the sound of cloth tearing, and breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that for the moment anyway, he was only using the dagger to cut the rest of her dress off her body. She opened her eyes again and watched him. He pulled the sleeves off her arms, then tore the remainder of the dress out from under her body, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
Angelus sat back at the foot of the bed, letting his eyes roam over her body, with an expression of outright lust on his face. She's ****ing beautiful he admitted. Always was. I can't wait to make her my childe. He smiled, But I'm not going to let her know that quite yet. Let her squirm a little first, for more reasons than one. I need to make sure to remove all illusions she has of her own dominance. She's the submissive now. He chuckled. To borrow one of Spike's terms, it's about bloody time.
Darla only dared move enough to breathe, as Angelus moved away to study her body. She took the opportunity to Angelus' beautiful body in turn. His demon-fighting had kept him in excellent shape, every muscle was well-defined. The physical evidence of his desire for her was also very evident as well, she realized. She paused to admire his erection, pleased that this time, it was for her alone, and no other. Making love with him earlier, had been unlike her times with Angelus, he'd been so gentle and careful. It hadn't been what she'd wanted, she had decided she preferred the demon. They knew each other, they belonged together. There was no other man who could make her scream like he could, and she knew how to make him howl as well.
Darla looked back up into Angelus' eyes as she heard his chuckle. He was enjoying having this power over her, that much was evident. Other than that, she didn't have a clue what he was thinking or feeling. Would he want to **** her hard and fast? Or would he want to prolong it, torture her for hours, before finally allowing her release? She wished he would let his true face show, she would be able to read him so much easier.
Wake up, Lover he thought, as he realized she had become lost in thought. Can't have that, your attention needs to be directed on yours truly, and nobody else. He thought the element of surprise would be best. He dove on top of her again, pinning her wrists to the bed with his hands, and kissing her.
Darla recovered quickly. She kissed him back, plunging her tongue into his mouth, and fighting with his a moment for dominance. She heard him growl, as he ground his hips against hers. She conceded and withdrew her tongue, and he followed it with his own. He ground his hips against hers again, once, twice, and she moaned at the contact of their bodies. She was so wet already, she needed him inside her. She tore her mouth away, "Please," she begged.
"Hush," Angelus ordered forcefully. What is it with my attraction to willful humans? he wondered. They definitely make challenging childer and fledges. "No more talking, Lover," he said, gazing into her eyes, waiting for her to rebel. To his surprise, though, Darla complied, clamping her mouth shut. He resumed his movement, thrusting his cock up and down along her slit, teasing her clit in the process. He sucked and nibbled at her neck, breathing in her scent, which was intoxicating him.
Darla fought the sounds which struggled to make their way past her throat. She was so close, she didn't want spoil it by angering him. She knew he would deny her from coming if she disobeyed his orders. Angelus was playing her dominant now, and loving it.
Angelus lifted his head again, and looked into Darla's eyes. "Good girl," he said. "If you listen, you get what you want. It's really that simple." He kissed a trail down to Darla's left breast, capturing her nipple and tugging at it with his blunt teeth. He then soothed it with his tongue, before moving to pay the same attention to the other breast. Darla was squirming under him, and her heartbeat had sped up. He'd remembered what his sire enjoyed during sex, she'd spent many years training him after all.
Darla's breathing was coming in ragged gasps now at the feelings which were washing over her. Angelus released her hands, and said, "Keep your hands there, or I'll chain you." She nodded, and he crawled down her body. She whimpered when she realized what he was planning, and he stilled, regarding her with a raised eyebrow. She bit down on her lower lip, to stifle any further sounds. Don't stop, please don't stop.
Angelus growled again, smelling the blood, but knelt between her spread legs and occupied himself with other activities. He regarded her dripping ****, but decided he wasn't done torturing her yet. He lifted her left foot, trailing his tongue slowly up her leg, stopping just short of where she wanted him. He repeated the action on her right leg, and by this point she was trembling and panting with desire.
He looked up at Darla and chuckled. "I can smell the evidence of your arousal, you realize. I could smell it the moment the spell was broken. That mixed with your fear. You were and still are afraid for your life. But even though you know I could tear your throat out if I wanted to, you still want me."
She just looked at him, unsure if he wanted her to reply.
He chuckled. She was a quick learner. "Speak."
"I ...." she trailed off. She'd been about to say 'I love you', but wasn't sure how he would take that. She suspected he wouldn't appreciate it. "I want you, Angelus. I've wanted you every second since the moment I turned you. I missed you so."
"Did you?" he shrugged. "Well, I'm glad, since it caused you to bring me back."
Darla refused to feel sorry for herself at the coldness of his response. Of course he wouldn't be revealing any emotions to her. She'd taught him too well, it wouldn't have been proper, as he was soon going to become her sire. He'd always seen emotions, especially love, as a sign of weakness anyway. It was why he'd tormented his childe William, the boy had made the mistake of loving Angelus, and being too obvious about it. Darla determined now never to give Angelus that same ammunition to use against her. If he knew how she truly felt about him, he'd never respect her.
She heard Angelus' sigh of exasperation, and looked back into his eyes. "I can't believe you're having so much trouble paying attention," he said, shaking his head. "I guess I'll have to make sure you can't pay attention to anything else." Then, he finally lowered his head to her wet curls, drawing his tongue up along her slit. She hissed as she drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes in pleasure. She also brought her hands down and grabbed the bed sheets, to keep from touching him. She winced as she realized she'd disobeyed both his orders.
Darla opened her eyes, and looked down at him. He was leaning on his elbows between her legs, and he smiled at her. "I didn't give you permission to move your hands, did I?"
She shook her head.
"You'll be punished for that, you realize." This was said as a statement of fact. No room for argument or debate. He grabbed her hands and clamped the shackles around her wrists. He waited to see if she would try to fight him.
Darla swallowed hard. Punishment could be a good thing, in her experience pain and pleasure went together. She remembered Angelus' methods of punishment, she'd watched him with his childer when they were all living together in Dublin. She'd taught him a few of those methods, and wondered if he was looking forward to repaying the favor. Part of her wanted that too, but the other part couldn't help being afraid. She was a human, and feared she wouldn't be as able to withstand pain he was able to inflict as she once had been.
Angelus was impressed. He smelled the fear rise within her, which succeeded in stroking his ego. She didn't beg or plead with him, though. She accepted his right to do whatever he wished to her. The punishment can wait he told himself as he returned to the task at hand.
Darla gasped it became clear that Angelus was postponing her punishment. His face was at her **** again, his tongue licking along her lips. His right hand had moved as well, his thumb found her clit and tugged at it roughly. As he continued the movement of his tongue and hand, she was soon panting for air. She grasped the chains in her hands tightly, unsure how much longer she could remain silent.
As if reading her mind, Angelus paused his actions to speak. "I want to hear you now, Lover," he said, before plunging his tongue into her opening. She screamed and her hips bucked at the unexpected but welcome invasion. He chuckled, not removing his tongue from inside her, and she shuddered at the vibrations it caused. He began to **** her slowly with his tongue, she hoped mimicking what he would soon be doing to her with his cock. "Angelus..." Darla hissed as he continued to twist and tug her clit. She wouldn't last long, not with what his skillful tonge and hand were doing to her. She felt it coming, as he started humming against her. She began moaning continually and writhing under him, as the waves of pleasure came closer and closer together. He moved his hand away from her clit, and before she could protest, and his lips moved to where his hand at been. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her body. Before she had time to catch her breath, though, she felt the sharp prick of fangs sinking into the sensitive skin of her thigh. She screeched again as her second orgasm hit.
As Darla's breathing slowed, she became aware of Angelus' tongue licking at the bite marks, closing the wound. She forced her eyes open to meet those of her lover, still in game face. As she met his yellow eyes, she knew without a doubt that she did belong to him. She didn't care how long he waited to turn her, she would stay by his side until that time, and long after. Angelus smiled at Darla and she smiled back, thinking, If this isn't love, it's sure as hell close enough to keep me happy forever.
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Darla/Angelus smut in this chapter11 am
"You're mine, now, Darla," Angelus loved the way that sounded, so he said it again. "Mine."
"Yours," Darla agreed, eagerly.
"As long as that's perfectly clear," he shrugged, before kissing her, finally. She whimpered at the forcefulness with which he kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips willingly, and sucked on his tongue as it explored her mouth. All the while, he was grinding his hips against hers, and she felt as if she were in heaven. This was the lover she remembered, and had missed so much.
She tore her mouth away as the need for air presented itself, and he growled.
"You are not in control," Angelus said. "You don't move unless I tell you to, is that clear?"
She shivered at the dark look in his eyes, and nodded. "Yes, Angelus. I'm sorry." She watched as he reached over to the bedside table, and opened the drawer. He drew out a dagger, and she shivered again in anticipation and fear of what he was planning. She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself, she knew he was feeding off the waves of fear emanating from her body.
Darla felt the tip of the dagger against her chest and fought the urge to panic. Then she heard the sound of cloth tearing, and breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that for the moment anyway, he was only using the dagger to cut the rest of her dress off her body. She opened her eyes again and watched him. He pulled the sleeves off her arms, then tore the remainder of the dress out from under her body, leaving her completely naked and exposed.
Angelus sat back at the foot of the bed, letting his eyes roam over her body, with an expression of outright lust on his face. She's ****ing beautiful he admitted. Always was. I can't wait to make her my childe. He smiled, But I'm not going to let her know that quite yet. Let her squirm a little first, for more reasons than one. I need to make sure to remove all illusions she has of her own dominance. She's the submissive now. He chuckled. To borrow one of Spike's terms, it's about bloody time.
Darla only dared move enough to breathe, as Angelus moved away to study her body. She took the opportunity to Angelus' beautiful body in turn. His demon-fighting had kept him in excellent shape, every muscle was well-defined. The physical evidence of his desire for her was also very evident as well, she realized. She paused to admire his erection, pleased that this time, it was for her alone, and no other. Making love with him earlier, had been unlike her times with Angelus, he'd been so gentle and careful. It hadn't been what she'd wanted, she had decided she preferred the demon. They knew each other, they belonged together. There was no other man who could make her scream like he could, and she knew how to make him howl as well.
Darla looked back up into Angelus' eyes as she heard his chuckle. He was enjoying having this power over her, that much was evident. Other than that, she didn't have a clue what he was thinking or feeling. Would he want to **** her hard and fast? Or would he want to prolong it, torture her for hours, before finally allowing her release? She wished he would let his true face show, she would be able to read him so much easier.
Wake up, Lover he thought, as he realized she had become lost in thought. Can't have that, your attention needs to be directed on yours truly, and nobody else. He thought the element of surprise would be best. He dove on top of her again, pinning her wrists to the bed with his hands, and kissing her.
Darla recovered quickly. She kissed him back, plunging her tongue into his mouth, and fighting with his a moment for dominance. She heard him growl, as he ground his hips against hers. She conceded and withdrew her tongue, and he followed it with his own. He ground his hips against hers again, once, twice, and she moaned at the contact of their bodies. She was so wet already, she needed him inside her. She tore her mouth away, "Please," she begged.
"Hush," Angelus ordered forcefully. What is it with my attraction to willful humans? he wondered. They definitely make challenging childer and fledges. "No more talking, Lover," he said, gazing into her eyes, waiting for her to rebel. To his surprise, though, Darla complied, clamping her mouth shut. He resumed his movement, thrusting his cock up and down along her slit, teasing her clit in the process. He sucked and nibbled at her neck, breathing in her scent, which was intoxicating him.
Darla fought the sounds which struggled to make their way past her throat. She was so close, she didn't want spoil it by angering him. She knew he would deny her from coming if she disobeyed his orders. Angelus was playing her dominant now, and loving it.
Angelus lifted his head again, and looked into Darla's eyes. "Good girl," he said. "If you listen, you get what you want. It's really that simple." He kissed a trail down to Darla's left breast, capturing her nipple and tugging at it with his blunt teeth. He then soothed it with his tongue, before moving to pay the same attention to the other breast. Darla was squirming under him, and her heartbeat had sped up. He'd remembered what his sire enjoyed during sex, she'd spent many years training him after all.
Darla's breathing was coming in ragged gasps now at the feelings which were washing over her. Angelus released her hands, and said, "Keep your hands there, or I'll chain you." She nodded, and he crawled down her body. She whimpered when she realized what he was planning, and he stilled, regarding her with a raised eyebrow. She bit down on her lower lip, to stifle any further sounds. Don't stop, please don't stop.
Angelus growled again, smelling the blood, but knelt between her spread legs and occupied himself with other activities. He regarded her dripping ****, but decided he wasn't done torturing her yet. He lifted her left foot, trailing his tongue slowly up her leg, stopping just short of where she wanted him. He repeated the action on her right leg, and by this point she was trembling and panting with desire.
He looked up at Darla and chuckled. "I can smell the evidence of your arousal, you realize. I could smell it the moment the spell was broken. That mixed with your fear. You were and still are afraid for your life. But even though you know I could tear your throat out if I wanted to, you still want me."
She just looked at him, unsure if he wanted her to reply.
He chuckled. She was a quick learner. "Speak."
"I ...." she trailed off. She'd been about to say 'I love you', but wasn't sure how he would take that. She suspected he wouldn't appreciate it. "I want you, Angelus. I've wanted you every second since the moment I turned you. I missed you so."
"Did you?" he shrugged. "Well, I'm glad, since it caused you to bring me back."
Darla refused to feel sorry for herself at the coldness of his response. Of course he wouldn't be revealing any emotions to her. She'd taught him too well, it wouldn't have been proper, as he was soon going to become her sire. He'd always seen emotions, especially love, as a sign of weakness anyway. It was why he'd tormented his childe William, the boy had made the mistake of loving Angelus, and being too obvious about it. Darla determined now never to give Angelus that same ammunition to use against her. If he knew how she truly felt about him, he'd never respect her.
She heard Angelus' sigh of exasperation, and looked back into his eyes. "I can't believe you're having so much trouble paying attention," he said, shaking his head. "I guess I'll have to make sure you can't pay attention to anything else." Then, he finally lowered his head to her wet curls, drawing his tongue up along her slit. She hissed as she drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes in pleasure. She also brought her hands down and grabbed the bed sheets, to keep from touching him. She winced as she realized she'd disobeyed both his orders.
Darla opened her eyes, and looked down at him. He was leaning on his elbows between her legs, and he smiled at her. "I didn't give you permission to move your hands, did I?"
She shook her head.
"You'll be punished for that, you realize." This was said as a statement of fact. No room for argument or debate. He grabbed her hands and clamped the shackles around her wrists. He waited to see if she would try to fight him.
Darla swallowed hard. Punishment could be a good thing, in her experience pain and pleasure went together. She remembered Angelus' methods of punishment, she'd watched him with his childer when they were all living together in Dublin. She'd taught him a few of those methods, and wondered if he was looking forward to repaying the favor. Part of her wanted that too, but the other part couldn't help being afraid. She was a human, and feared she wouldn't be as able to withstand pain he was able to inflict as she once had been.
Angelus was impressed. He smelled the fear rise within her, which succeeded in stroking his ego. She didn't beg or plead with him, though. She accepted his right to do whatever he wished to her. The punishment can wait he told himself as he returned to the task at hand.
Darla gasped it became clear that Angelus was postponing her punishment. His face was at her **** again, his tongue licking along her lips. His right hand had moved as well, his thumb found her clit and tugged at it roughly. As he continued the movement of his tongue and hand, she was soon panting for air. She grasped the chains in her hands tightly, unsure how much longer she could remain silent.
As if reading her mind, Angelus paused his actions to speak. "I want to hear you now, Lover," he said, before plunging his tongue into her opening. She screamed and her hips bucked at the unexpected but welcome invasion. He chuckled, not removing his tongue from inside her, and she shuddered at the vibrations it caused. He began to **** her slowly with his tongue, she hoped mimicking what he would soon be doing to her with his cock. "Angelus..." Darla hissed as he continued to twist and tug her clit. She wouldn't last long, not with what his skillful tonge and hand were doing to her. She felt it coming, as he started humming against her. She began moaning continually and writhing under him, as the waves of pleasure came closer and closer together. He moved his hand away from her clit, and before she could protest, and his lips moved to where his hand at been. He closed his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her body. Before she had time to catch her breath, though, she felt the sharp prick of fangs sinking into the sensitive skin of her thigh. She screeched again as her second orgasm hit.
As Darla's breathing slowed, she became aware of Angelus' tongue licking at the bite marks, closing the wound. She forced her eyes open to meet those of her lover, still in game face. As she met his yellow eyes, she knew without a doubt that she did belong to him. She didn't care how long he waited to turn her, she would stay by his side until that time, and long after. Angelus smiled at Darla and she smiled back, thinking, If this isn't love, it's sure as hell close enough to keep me happy forever.
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Part Seven
Warning: Darla/Angelus smut. Again.
Angelus smiled at her, "You taste so good." He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders to brace himself, and kissed her passionately. She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. She raised her knees up further, in anticipation of what was coming.
"Mine," Angelus growled, before entering her swiftly and completely. Darla cried out in pain and bit her lip, drawing blood. She tasted the coppery tang of blood. He growled again, and sucked on her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth to taste her blood.
Darla realized Angelus wasn't moving, and opened her eyes. The expression in them, before he pushed it away, shocked her. Maybe she hadn't been wrong about her Darling Boy, when she'd told Angel that Angelus loved her. She could almost swear the expression on his face a moment ago could have been characterized as loving. If not, he was at least trying to be careful with her, realizing she was a mortal. He was waiting patiently for her to adjust to his length. She forced her muscles to relax, and moaned as she felt his hand reach between their bodies to tease her clit again. She saw the question in his eyes, and nodded. "**** me, Angelus" she said, wrapping her legs around his hips.
He chuckled, "Happy to oblige, Darla," as he removed his hand from her clit to brace himself. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her opening, before slamming back into her again. He set a brutal pace, pulling out of her body and then driving back in forcefully. She whimpered, but this time more from pleasure than pain. This was the Angelus she remembered, it was what she wanted, just the right mix of pain to enhance her pleasure. "Angelus," she moaned after a few minutes, as she felt herself drawing closer to yet another orgasm. He tensed, then slammed into her harder than before, and she felt his seed spilling into her body. He roared as he came, then sank his fangs into her left breast, causing her to orgasm as well. She screamed incoherently, and nearly blacked out at the force of her orgasm.
She felt his fangs withdraw from her breast at the same time his cock slipped out of her vaginal walls. She whimpered at the loss, She concentrated on slowing her breathing, and didn't mind in the least when he collapsed on top of her. She enjoyed the feel of his body blanketing hers.
Angelus collapsed on top of his one-time sire, now ....What? Lover? Sex-slave? He smirked. That works. He ignored the nagging voice in his head that told him he was going soft. [à¬]I'm not.[/i] Just because I didn't rip her heart out, doesn't mean I'm in love with her. That's soul-boy's malfunction, not mine. I'll keep her around because she's a good ****. Besides the fact that she makes a very good vampire. So I'll turn her, eventually. When I'm sure she understands who's in control here.[/à¬] He looked up at her, she seemed content. "Mine," he reminded her, daring her to argue. She didn't, which pleased him, and he rolled off her to her side.
She nodded, suddenly sleepy. "Yours," she agreed. He reached up to unlock the chains, and she rolled onto her right side also, wriggling back against his chest. She sighed contentedly as his hand slung around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body.
Angelus didn't notice until he was almost asleep that he'd started purring, and was too tired to give a damn by then.
Darla smiled as she felt the rumbling of his chest, she'd made her Angelus purr. Yes, things are going exactly as planned, thank you very much.
Cordelia's House
12 pm
"OWWWWW!" Cordelia sat up in agony, holding her head. Her eyes were still shut, she had been hit by a flu bug, and had been trying to sleep in. She'd figured a good twenty-four hours of sleep would be a good thing. Of course The Powers wouldn't see sickness as a valid excuse to not fight on the side of good.
A glass of water appeared in the air in front of her face, along with two migraine pills. She smiled. "Thanks, Dennis. I'm really glad I didn't let Doyle and Angel exorcise you from the house. I like the company, not to mention the quick response to my attacks." There were two knocks on the wall to her right. That was Dennis' way of answering her, two knocks meant either 'you're welcome', or 'me too', or 'I agree'. One knock meant the opposites.
As she remembered the scenes of the vision, she felt nautious again. "Oh eww," she muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Okay, for future reference, Powers, I'd appreciate a lackage of sex dreams. Thank you very much." She'd seen Angel in bed with his sire, something she could've done without. She was about to reach for her phone when it landed in her lap. "Again, Dennis, thanks."
She dialed the number, and surprisingly enough got Wesley's answering machine. "Damn-it Wesley why do I have to do everything lately?" she asked the machine. "I saw a bad vision. Angel and that Darla chick, and let's just say I would've been happier if I'd seen them fighting. I guess you're with that blonde that Angel mentioned, but when you get this please meet me at the office."
She ended the call, and managed to stand. "Okay, Dennis. Out please," she requested. She waited five minutes, then smiled as she heard noises from the kitchen. He was unloading the dishwasher for her. "If only I'd known that poltergeists could be such good roommates," Cordelia said with a smile. He was certainly very kind and accommodating. He seemed to respect her privacy even. She took a quick shower and then changed into blue jeans and a red tank top. "Bye, Dennis," she said as she sniffled. "Kleenex," she muttered, looking around. Dennis handed her a box. "Thanks. Can't be sneezing on the fellow bus-passengers, can I?" she said as she left.
12:15
Angelus' eyes fluttered open, as he felt her looking at him. He opened his eyes, and saw her lying on her left side, looking at him intently. "Why do you insist on doing that?" he questioned, trying at irritated and half-way succeeding. "You should remember that always wakes me."
"What?" she asked, innocently. "You haven't given me permission to touch you yet, so I'm trying to satisfy myself with looking."
"I didn't, did I?" Angelus realized. "Well, you've got permission now, you've earned it."
She got a gleam in her eye that Angelus remembered well, and it still had the same effect on his cock. She reached over to run a hand lightly over his chest. Angelus growled, "Don't tease."
"I wouldn't think of it," Darla replied coyly. She kissed him gently on the lips, then started to kiss her way down his chest.
"Angel, I - OH MY GOD!"
Darla didn't see him move, he was so fast, but he had his brunette secretary pinned to the again-closed door in no time. She settled back against the headboard, anticipating that the following events would be quite enjoyable to watch.
Part Seven
Warning: Darla/Angelus smut. Again.
Angelus smiled at her, "You taste so good." He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders to brace himself, and kissed her passionately. She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. She raised her knees up further, in anticipation of what was coming.
"Mine," Angelus growled, before entering her swiftly and completely. Darla cried out in pain and bit her lip, drawing blood. She tasted the coppery tang of blood. He growled again, and sucked on her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth to taste her blood.
Darla realized Angelus wasn't moving, and opened her eyes. The expression in them, before he pushed it away, shocked her. Maybe she hadn't been wrong about her Darling Boy, when she'd told Angel that Angelus loved her. She could almost swear the expression on his face a moment ago could have been characterized as loving. If not, he was at least trying to be careful with her, realizing she was a mortal. He was waiting patiently for her to adjust to his length. She forced her muscles to relax, and moaned as she felt his hand reach between their bodies to tease her clit again. She saw the question in his eyes, and nodded. "**** me, Angelus" she said, wrapping her legs around his hips.
He chuckled, "Happy to oblige, Darla," as he removed his hand from her clit to brace himself. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her opening, before slamming back into her again. He set a brutal pace, pulling out of her body and then driving back in forcefully. She whimpered, but this time more from pleasure than pain. This was the Angelus she remembered, it was what she wanted, just the right mix of pain to enhance her pleasure. "Angelus," she moaned after a few minutes, as she felt herself drawing closer to yet another orgasm. He tensed, then slammed into her harder than before, and she felt his seed spilling into her body. He roared as he came, then sank his fangs into her left breast, causing her to orgasm as well. She screamed incoherently, and nearly blacked out at the force of her orgasm.
She felt his fangs withdraw from her breast at the same time his cock slipped out of her vaginal walls. She whimpered at the loss, She concentrated on slowing her breathing, and didn't mind in the least when he collapsed on top of her. She enjoyed the feel of his body blanketing hers.
Angelus collapsed on top of his one-time sire, now ....What? Lover? Sex-slave? He smirked. That works. He ignored the nagging voice in his head that told him he was going soft. [à¬]I'm not.[/i] Just because I didn't rip her heart out, doesn't mean I'm in love with her. That's soul-boy's malfunction, not mine. I'll keep her around because she's a good ****. Besides the fact that she makes a very good vampire. So I'll turn her, eventually. When I'm sure she understands who's in control here.[/à¬] He looked up at her, she seemed content. "Mine," he reminded her, daring her to argue. She didn't, which pleased him, and he rolled off her to her side.
She nodded, suddenly sleepy. "Yours," she agreed. He reached up to unlock the chains, and she rolled onto her right side also, wriggling back against his chest. She sighed contentedly as his hand slung around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body.
Angelus didn't notice until he was almost asleep that he'd started purring, and was too tired to give a damn by then.
Darla smiled as she felt the rumbling of his chest, she'd made her Angelus purr. Yes, things are going exactly as planned, thank you very much.
Cordelia's House
12 pm
"OWWWWW!" Cordelia sat up in agony, holding her head. Her eyes were still shut, she had been hit by a flu bug, and had been trying to sleep in. She'd figured a good twenty-four hours of sleep would be a good thing. Of course The Powers wouldn't see sickness as a valid excuse to not fight on the side of good.
A glass of water appeared in the air in front of her face, along with two migraine pills. She smiled. "Thanks, Dennis. I'm really glad I didn't let Doyle and Angel exorcise you from the house. I like the company, not to mention the quick response to my attacks." There were two knocks on the wall to her right. That was Dennis' way of answering her, two knocks meant either 'you're welcome', or 'me too', or 'I agree'. One knock meant the opposites.
As she remembered the scenes of the vision, she felt nautious again. "Oh eww," she muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Okay, for future reference, Powers, I'd appreciate a lackage of sex dreams. Thank you very much." She'd seen Angel in bed with his sire, something she could've done without. She was about to reach for her phone when it landed in her lap. "Again, Dennis, thanks."
She dialed the number, and surprisingly enough got Wesley's answering machine. "Damn-it Wesley why do I have to do everything lately?" she asked the machine. "I saw a bad vision. Angel and that Darla chick, and let's just say I would've been happier if I'd seen them fighting. I guess you're with that blonde that Angel mentioned, but when you get this please meet me at the office."
She ended the call, and managed to stand. "Okay, Dennis. Out please," she requested. She waited five minutes, then smiled as she heard noises from the kitchen. He was unloading the dishwasher for her. "If only I'd known that poltergeists could be such good roommates," Cordelia said with a smile. He was certainly very kind and accommodating. He seemed to respect her privacy even. She took a quick shower and then changed into blue jeans and a red tank top. "Bye, Dennis," she said as she sniffled. "Kleenex," she muttered, looking around. Dennis handed her a box. "Thanks. Can't be sneezing on the fellow bus-passengers, can I?" she said as she left.
12:15
Angelus' eyes fluttered open, as he felt her looking at him. He opened his eyes, and saw her lying on her left side, looking at him intently. "Why do you insist on doing that?" he questioned, trying at irritated and half-way succeeding. "You should remember that always wakes me."
"What?" she asked, innocently. "You haven't given me permission to touch you yet, so I'm trying to satisfy myself with looking."
"I didn't, did I?" Angelus realized. "Well, you've got permission now, you've earned it."
She got a gleam in her eye that Angelus remembered well, and it still had the same effect on his cock. She reached over to run a hand lightly over his chest. Angelus growled, "Don't tease."
"I wouldn't think of it," Darla replied coyly. She kissed him gently on the lips, then started to kiss her way down his chest.
"Angel, I - OH MY GOD!"
Darla didn't see him move, he was so fast, but he had his brunette secretary pinned to the again-closed door in no time. She settled back against the headboard, anticipating that the following events would be quite enjoyable to watch.
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Part Eight
Angelus heard the voice and leaped out of bed to grab her before she could run. Cordelia. He had been hoping she wouldn't show up for a while yet. He clamped a hand around her throat and he slammed her against the door.
She clawed at his hand, her face slowly turning red. He dropped her just as she felt herself losing consciousness, and she fell to the floor gasping for air. "This isn't happening," she whimpered, looking up at him. Okay. He's naked. A naked, vicious vampire. That's a bad thing. She lowered her eyes again, deciding the ground was much more interesting.
Angelus laughed. "Oh, come now, Cordelia. I know you're not half the innocent that Buffy was. You aren't afraid of me, are you? I thought we had a good conversation, last time I was free."
"Um, you insulting me consisted of a good conversation?" she questioned, looking at his face. "Funny, I didn't quite see it that way." Fight him! Throw the bottle of holy water in your purse at him! You've got a stake in there, too, Idiot! She heard everything her mind was suggesting, but it took a huge amount of effort to reach for the purse next to her. She pulled out the stake, and he hauled her to her feet by her other arm.
"What? You wanna stake me?" he taunted. "DO IT!" he yelled.
She slowly pressed the stake to his chest. That didn't work. She frowned.
"You gotta put a little more force behind it than that, Cordy," he smirked at her.
How dare he! He isn't allowed to use that name! It took more than a year to get Angel to call me that! She screamed with rage and raised her arm, but as she went to stake him, the face of Angel re-emerged, and she faltered.
"Angel?" she asked hesitantly.
"Cordy?" he looked at her with a confused expression. "Did I hurt you--"
"No," she assured him. "I'm okay," she said, dropping the stake. "What the hell happened, Angel?"
He turned to walk to the bed. He slipped into his robe, as he did, he winked at Darla. That's my boy. she thought with satisfaction. Play with the stupid girl for a while, I've missed your style.
"Cordelia, if there's anything you should have learned in the past year," Angel said, turning back to her. "It should have been never," he stepped toward her slowly, "ever, lower your guard when you know that Angelus has been freed." He pinned her against the door again, hands on her wrists, body pressed to hers. She let out a whimpered "No," and he laughed. "Because I don't give up without a little more fight than that," he said with a smile. He released one hand and grabbed her by the hair, slamming her head against the door, knocking her unconscious.
He stepped away and let her slide to the floor. Then he turned back to Darla. "Keep an eye on her, but I don't think she's going to go anywhere," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
He slipped out of the room, and Darla waited, curious to see what he had planned. Obviously he isn't going to kill the girl right away. I wonder what he's going to do with her? Torture her? Turn her?
He returned with a length of rope, and dropped Cordelia into a nearby chair. He tied her securely to the chair, then turned to face Darla. He slipped the robe off his body and said, "Now where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?"
Darla smiled, holding a hand out to him. "I think I was about to remind you how useful I can be... how well I know how to pleasure you. Like nobody else can."
He walked over to the bed, and crawled up along her body to kiss her forcefully. "I think that sounds promising," he said with a grin, turning over onto his back. "If you prove yourself really useful, I might decide to keep you around for a while."
Darla smiled mischievously. Play time. Until he gets irritated with me, at least. She kissed him, darting her tongue out to run it along his lower lip. He parted his lips, granting her access. Oh good, he's playing along. Darla thought with delight. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, running it along the edges of his blunt teeth.
Her hands roamed along his chest, stopping at his nipples, pinching and twisting them. He groaned, and she smiled against his mouth. "Like that, do you?" she asked, before kissing her way down to his neck, sucking on the spot where his jugular vein was. He growled, and his hands were at her shoulders suddenly, pushing her down.
She raised her head to look him in the eyes. "I'm getting there. Good things come to those who wait," she teased. She got another growl in response. She giggled, rolling her eyes. "Message received, Master." That got the demon's attention, she noticed his eyes were now yellow instead of brown. She returned to his neck, nipping at it, and that got a warning. "Darla."
"Hmm?" she kissed down to his collarbone, and then down his chest, settling on his right nipple. Her hands moved further down, and her right hand found his already-erect cock. She stroked it lightly as she licked and bit his nipple. She received a muttered curse in response to that. She kissed across his chest to his other nipple. He was thrusting up into her hand now, and she moved the hand away suddenly.
"Darla," he growled again, and this time it was more perturbed than before.
She raised her head, and looked at him curiously. "You think I'd really leave you like this?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she laughed. "Fine, so I've been known to do so in the past, but the tables are turned now, Angelus. You've made that perfectly clear."
She backed down the bed, trailing kisses down his stomach, and settled on her knees between his parted legs. She looked up at him. He was watching her intently, still in his human face, with the yellow eyes peering out at her. She smiled at him, then swiftly took his cock into her mouth, as far as she could. His hands were at her head, not forcing her, just making sure she didn't go anywhere. She pulled up, until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth, and then descended again. The only hint that he was enjoying what she was doing to him was the fact that his hands tightened their grip on his hair. He wasn't making a sound.
Darla knew that game well. Funny, but everything came down to a control issue with Angelus, it always had. In bed, he would feign boredom, to get her to work all the harder at making him scream when he came. Oh, but I always win this game, My Boy Darla thought as she set up a slow, steady pace, bobbing her head up and down over his cock. Her hands fondled his balls, as she sucked him. When she knew by his gasps for breath that he was close, she pulled away, letting his cock slide out of her mouth.
He looked at her furiously, and attempted to push her head back down, but she ducked further down and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Then she repeated the action on the other one. He growled loudly, and she looked up at him in mock surprise. "Temper, temper," she teased, but decided it wasn't wise to tease him any further. She took a deep breath and then deep-throated him. He howled as he climaxed, spurting his seed into her mouth. She pulled back slightly and swallowed it all, then licked her lips. She let his cock slide from her mouth with a smile. "Delicious," she said, as she climbed up along his body to rest her head on his chest.
Angelus heard the voice and leaped out of bed to grab her before she could run. Cordelia. He had been hoping she wouldn't show up for a while yet. He clamped a hand around her throat and he slammed her against the door.
She clawed at his hand, her face slowly turning red. He dropped her just as she felt herself losing consciousness, and she fell to the floor gasping for air. "This isn't happening," she whimpered, looking up at him. Okay. He's naked. A naked, vicious vampire. That's a bad thing. She lowered her eyes again, deciding the ground was much more interesting.
Angelus laughed. "Oh, come now, Cordelia. I know you're not half the innocent that Buffy was. You aren't afraid of me, are you? I thought we had a good conversation, last time I was free."
"Um, you insulting me consisted of a good conversation?" she questioned, looking at his face. "Funny, I didn't quite see it that way." Fight him! Throw the bottle of holy water in your purse at him! You've got a stake in there, too, Idiot! She heard everything her mind was suggesting, but it took a huge amount of effort to reach for the purse next to her. She pulled out the stake, and he hauled her to her feet by her other arm.
"What? You wanna stake me?" he taunted. "DO IT!" he yelled.
She slowly pressed the stake to his chest. That didn't work. She frowned.
"You gotta put a little more force behind it than that, Cordy," he smirked at her.
How dare he! He isn't allowed to use that name! It took more than a year to get Angel to call me that! She screamed with rage and raised her arm, but as she went to stake him, the face of Angel re-emerged, and she faltered.
"Angel?" she asked hesitantly.
"Cordy?" he looked at her with a confused expression. "Did I hurt you--"
"No," she assured him. "I'm okay," she said, dropping the stake. "What the hell happened, Angel?"
He turned to walk to the bed. He slipped into his robe, as he did, he winked at Darla. That's my boy. she thought with satisfaction. Play with the stupid girl for a while, I've missed your style.
"Cordelia, if there's anything you should have learned in the past year," Angel said, turning back to her. "It should have been never," he stepped toward her slowly, "ever, lower your guard when you know that Angelus has been freed." He pinned her against the door again, hands on her wrists, body pressed to hers. She let out a whimpered "No," and he laughed. "Because I don't give up without a little more fight than that," he said with a smile. He released one hand and grabbed her by the hair, slamming her head against the door, knocking her unconscious.
He stepped away and let her slide to the floor. Then he turned back to Darla. "Keep an eye on her, but I don't think she's going to go anywhere," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
He slipped out of the room, and Darla waited, curious to see what he had planned. Obviously he isn't going to kill the girl right away. I wonder what he's going to do with her? Torture her? Turn her?
He returned with a length of rope, and dropped Cordelia into a nearby chair. He tied her securely to the chair, then turned to face Darla. He slipped the robe off his body and said, "Now where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?"
Darla smiled, holding a hand out to him. "I think I was about to remind you how useful I can be... how well I know how to pleasure you. Like nobody else can."
He walked over to the bed, and crawled up along her body to kiss her forcefully. "I think that sounds promising," he said with a grin, turning over onto his back. "If you prove yourself really useful, I might decide to keep you around for a while."
Darla smiled mischievously. Play time. Until he gets irritated with me, at least. She kissed him, darting her tongue out to run it along his lower lip. He parted his lips, granting her access. Oh good, he's playing along. Darla thought with delight. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, running it along the edges of his blunt teeth.
Her hands roamed along his chest, stopping at his nipples, pinching and twisting them. He groaned, and she smiled against his mouth. "Like that, do you?" she asked, before kissing her way down to his neck, sucking on the spot where his jugular vein was. He growled, and his hands were at her shoulders suddenly, pushing her down.
She raised her head to look him in the eyes. "I'm getting there. Good things come to those who wait," she teased. She got another growl in response. She giggled, rolling her eyes. "Message received, Master." That got the demon's attention, she noticed his eyes were now yellow instead of brown. She returned to his neck, nipping at it, and that got a warning. "Darla."
"Hmm?" she kissed down to his collarbone, and then down his chest, settling on his right nipple. Her hands moved further down, and her right hand found his already-erect cock. She stroked it lightly as she licked and bit his nipple. She received a muttered curse in response to that. She kissed across his chest to his other nipple. He was thrusting up into her hand now, and she moved the hand away suddenly.
"Darla," he growled again, and this time it was more perturbed than before.
She raised her head, and looked at him curiously. "You think I'd really leave you like this?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she laughed. "Fine, so I've been known to do so in the past, but the tables are turned now, Angelus. You've made that perfectly clear."
She backed down the bed, trailing kisses down his stomach, and settled on her knees between his parted legs. She looked up at him. He was watching her intently, still in his human face, with the yellow eyes peering out at her. She smiled at him, then swiftly took his cock into her mouth, as far as she could. His hands were at her head, not forcing her, just making sure she didn't go anywhere. She pulled up, until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth, and then descended again. The only hint that he was enjoying what she was doing to him was the fact that his hands tightened their grip on his hair. He wasn't making a sound.
Darla knew that game well. Funny, but everything came down to a control issue with Angelus, it always had. In bed, he would feign boredom, to get her to work all the harder at making him scream when he came. Oh, but I always win this game, My Boy Darla thought as she set up a slow, steady pace, bobbing her head up and down over his cock. Her hands fondled his balls, as she sucked him. When she knew by his gasps for breath that he was close, she pulled away, letting his cock slide out of her mouth.
He looked at her furiously, and attempted to push her head back down, but she ducked further down and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Then she repeated the action on the other one. He growled loudly, and she looked up at him in mock surprise. "Temper, temper," she teased, but decided it wasn't wise to tease him any further. She took a deep breath and then deep-throated him. He howled as he climaxed, spurting his seed into her mouth. She pulled back slightly and swallowed it all, then licked her lips. She let his cock slide from her mouth with a smile. "Delicious," she said, as she climbed up along his body to rest her head on his chest.
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Part Nine
Warning - rape in this part
The first thing Cordelia was aware of was an overwhelming headache. And it wasn't from her vision. The vision. Angel. Angelus! She opened her eyes, and was faced with the reality that she was tied to a chair. She pulled at the ropes around her wrists, and those holding her upper torso to the chair, but they were tight enough to be cutting off her circulation. Same for those holding her legs to the legs of the chair. She noticed that Angel... no, Angelus, and Darla were in bed, sleeping like the dead. Which would make sense since they are dead. Oh great, Cordelia. You fell for what is probably one of his oldest tricks. He shows that innocent Angel-face, and all thoughts of staking him go out the window. So now you've gone and screwed this one up. Your only chance is Wesley; you did leave him that message. Where is he, anyway??
As if in answer to her question, she heard her cellphone ringing. Angelus heard it too. He got out of bed and walked where her purse lay on the floor. He pulled out the cell phone. "Wesley?" he asked her.
"Maybe," she said flippantly.
He sighed, then without warning, backhanded her so hard she was surprised her neck didn't break. She felt the tears spring to her eyes, but fought them back.
"Tell him you're on your way here, and you'll meet him in the lobby," he ordered her.
"No," she said, and waited for the next blow. It didn't happen, and she looked up to meet his eyes. They were cold, no traces existed of the souled vampire she knew.
"Cordelia, I would advise you NOT to upset me," he said quietly. He walked to his bedside table and picked up a dagger with an ornately-carved handle. He looked at her with a chilling gleam in his eye, and added, "It's quite simple, really, our little arrangement here. If you do what I say, I won't hurt you...much."
He walked toward her, and she felt a wave of panic. He smiled, she knew he'd picked up on the emotion. "If you choose to defy me, however, I promise you that I will teach you new meanings of pain." He stopped in front of her, and pressed the tip of the dagger to her neck, just breaking the skin and drawing the slightest bit of blood. He dropped to his knees and licked up the blood. He raised his head and said, "Tell him to get over here, now." He pressed a button on her cellphone, and held it to her ear.
She heard the sound of ringback, and Wesley's out-of-breath, "Hello?"
"Wes, it's me," she said, and wondered if he heard the shakiness in her voice.
"Cordelia. You haven't gone over there yet, have you?" Wesley asked.
"No," she said, "Meet me there." Then she looked up at Angelus' face, and knew that she couldn't let Wesley walk into the same trap she'd ended up in. "Wait," she cut off Wesley's ramblings of possible plans to deal with Angel's Darla obsession. "It's Angelus. Get help!"
Angelus roared in fury and threw her cellphone, smashing it against the wall. He turned back to her, in gameface, and backhanded her again. He then cut her bonds with the dagger, laughing as she cried out in pain when he drew blood in doing so.
He grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her up to face him. "YOU WILL NOT TRY TO PLAY ME FOR A FOOL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" he yelled. "YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN ME! YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL OF THIS SITUATION! YOU CAN NOT WIN!"
He threw her on the bed, and was on top of her before she could react.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed. She tried to get free, but he was too strong for her. She attempted to scratch his face; but he grabbed her hands and pulled her up along the bed. She saw the shackles and tried to kick out. His legs pinned hers down. "GET OFF ME!" she yelled, struggling as hard as she could.
Angelus laughed cruelly, "I gave you a chance to play nice, but you didn't take it, Cordelia. You have to be taught the hard way, apparently." He pulled her jeans and panties down with one hand and forced a knee between her legs. "Don't kid yourself that I mind doing this, either," he added.
He forced her wrists into the shackles and pulled her legs apart. He thrust into her and began pounding into her viciously. Cordelia bit her lip to keep from screaming in response to the pain.
Darla had moved to the side of the bed, when Angelus threw the girl onto the bed. As he raped Cordelia, Darla felt sick. She moved to get up, when his hand gripped her thigh. She swallowed hard and looked into his yellow eyes.
"Going somewhere?" he questioned, still slamming into Cordelia.
"To take a shower?" Darla whispered. She didn't want to anger him, it was better Cordelia was getting this treatment, rather than herself.
"Stay," he ordered her, then thrust a few more times into Cordelia, before climaxing with a grunt and rolling off of her.
Cordelia tried to remain silent as Angelus rolled off of her finally. If she was quiet, maybe he'd forget about her for a while. It wouldn't do any good to try to fight him anymore. Hopefully he'd kill her soon, and it would all be over.
As if reading Cordelia's mind, he glanced at her and said, "As much as I'd like you dead and buried, Cordy, you're more useful to me alive. I don't much fancy the red-head witch coming at me with her curse, and I know you two have gotten friendly. You're much too annoying in your present incarnation, though, so I'm thinking you might be easier to control as a vampire.
Oh, God, no was her last lucid thought before she passed out.
Angelus laughed. "I think that she'll be out for a while," he said to Darla. "Something wrong?" he asked when he noticed her pale face.
"Of course not," Darla said, forcing herself to sound calm. She knew he could sense the fear in her, and tried to force it away. She ran her hand over the ridges in his forehead and wondered if he'd gotten the rage out of his system. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure you aren't afraid of me?" Angelus asked. He rolled over onto his side facing her, looking at her intently.
Honesty or lies? Which is safer? "I am," she admitted, meeting his eyes unflinchingly. "I can't help that. I'm human now, you're a vampire. You frighten me."
"You used to enjoy pain," Angelus said, sitting up and straddling her legs, pushing her back onto the bed. "I remember," he said. He leaned down to kiss her and added, "You liked it when I made you scream."
Darla shuddered. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? Angelus loves fear. He feeds off it. "I was a vampire then. Demons enjoy pain," Darla replied.
"Humans don't?" Angelus asked, with a raised eybrow.
"I know what you're capable of, Angelus. I trained you, after all. But this human body can't withstand what you can do to it, if you wish." There, she'd said it. She'd admitted that she was completely at his mercy. Now she'd find out just what he felt for her. If anything.
Angelus smiled, and rolled onto his side again, next to her. His hand began roaming her body, over her breasts, teasing her nipples. She gasped and felt herself relaxing to his touch. "I'm impressed, Darla," he said. "You could have lied, but you knew I smelled the fear on you. So you made the wise choice by being honest with me."
He withdrew his hand, and she whimpered. He laughed. "Question number two: do you trust me?"
Darla looked at him in surprise. Just a slightly less dangerous question than the last. But she knew the answer, immediately. As insane as it was, she did trust him. She loved him, after all, and trust went right along with that. But she knew where the question was leading them, and that was where she faltered. His bloodlust had been awakened by his stupid secretary and he wanted to continue the bondage games with Darla, his prospective new childe. Part of her was excited by that idea, but the other part of her was deathly afraid.
If I say no, he'll be furious with me, whether he believes me or not. And I will be punished. And if I say yes, I get to find out just how able I am now to deal with pain Angelus-style. Two choices with the same result.
"Darlin'?" And as he brought out the Irish lilt that he so often masked, suddenly she saw the boy she had sired over two hundred years ago.
As Angelus burst out laughing, Darla reminded herself that gaping at him open-mouthed was not an acceptable reaction. She'd been caught off-guard, she'd almost forgotten that he once used to call her that. He'd always used the endearment sparingly. It was only when they were alone, only on the rare occasions he was feeling affectionate. She wondered if he was doing it now to torment her and make her over-analyze the situation. Was it just another way to exert his control over her? She knew the motives didn't really matter, though. She knew the answer to his question and he was waiting for it.
"Yes," she said, almost a whisper.
"Yes what?"
"I trust you," she said, meeting his eyes.
He smiled and descended on her, capturing her lips brutally. When he pulled away, she was gasping for air. "I need to go downstairs to deal with Wesley. I'll be back." He stopped to let his eyes roam over Darla's body. They definitely had not had enough time alone together. Too many distractions. She was proving to be such a willing submissive, too, much to his delight. "Don't go anywhere."
"I wouldn't even think of it," Darla replied with a smile. She looked at the girl lying on the bed next to her. "Are you really going to turn her?" she asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. Cordelia was beautiful, Darla had to admit. Precisely why she didn't much want the girl around forever. She'd been looking forward to having Angelus all to herself. She knew he would eventually gather the rest of his family together, but as far as Spike and Drusilla were concerned, Darla wasn't too threatened by them. She knew them, at least she knew what to expect from them. Cordelia, though, was going to be a mystery.
"Do you have a problem with that?" he challenged her. His expression dared her to try to pull her controlling attitude with him. He'd sensed her jealousy earlier, not that he had any real interest in Cordelia. She was annoying, even the soul had had that opinion. He'd never passed up the opportunity to provoke Darla's jealousy when he was her childe, though. It was far more enjoyable now to do, when he was to be her sire.
Darla glared at the infuriating vampire standing in front of her with a cocky smirk on his face. Then, she made herself calm down, once she realized the game he was playing. Funny, I should be better at reading him. After all, I made him. He's trying to bait me, and succeeding.
She forced herself to smile, sweetly. "I have no say whatsoever in who you choose to turn, Angelus," she admitted. "It's up to you."
"That it is, Darla," he nodded. Then he pulled his robe back on and exited the room.
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Part Nine
Warning - rape in this part
The first thing Cordelia was aware of was an overwhelming headache. And it wasn't from her vision. The vision. Angel. Angelus! She opened her eyes, and was faced with the reality that she was tied to a chair. She pulled at the ropes around her wrists, and those holding her upper torso to the chair, but they were tight enough to be cutting off her circulation. Same for those holding her legs to the legs of the chair. She noticed that Angel... no, Angelus, and Darla were in bed, sleeping like the dead. Which would make sense since they are dead. Oh great, Cordelia. You fell for what is probably one of his oldest tricks. He shows that innocent Angel-face, and all thoughts of staking him go out the window. So now you've gone and screwed this one up. Your only chance is Wesley; you did leave him that message. Where is he, anyway??
As if in answer to her question, she heard her cellphone ringing. Angelus heard it too. He got out of bed and walked where her purse lay on the floor. He pulled out the cell phone. "Wesley?" he asked her.
"Maybe," she said flippantly.
He sighed, then without warning, backhanded her so hard she was surprised her neck didn't break. She felt the tears spring to her eyes, but fought them back.
"Tell him you're on your way here, and you'll meet him in the lobby," he ordered her.
"No," she said, and waited for the next blow. It didn't happen, and she looked up to meet his eyes. They were cold, no traces existed of the souled vampire she knew.
"Cordelia, I would advise you NOT to upset me," he said quietly. He walked to his bedside table and picked up a dagger with an ornately-carved handle. He looked at her with a chilling gleam in his eye, and added, "It's quite simple, really, our little arrangement here. If you do what I say, I won't hurt you...much."
He walked toward her, and she felt a wave of panic. He smiled, she knew he'd picked up on the emotion. "If you choose to defy me, however, I promise you that I will teach you new meanings of pain." He stopped in front of her, and pressed the tip of the dagger to her neck, just breaking the skin and drawing the slightest bit of blood. He dropped to his knees and licked up the blood. He raised his head and said, "Tell him to get over here, now." He pressed a button on her cellphone, and held it to her ear.
She heard the sound of ringback, and Wesley's out-of-breath, "Hello?"
"Wes, it's me," she said, and wondered if he heard the shakiness in her voice.
"Cordelia. You haven't gone over there yet, have you?" Wesley asked.
"No," she said, "Meet me there." Then she looked up at Angelus' face, and knew that she couldn't let Wesley walk into the same trap she'd ended up in. "Wait," she cut off Wesley's ramblings of possible plans to deal with Angel's Darla obsession. "It's Angelus. Get help!"
Angelus roared in fury and threw her cellphone, smashing it against the wall. He turned back to her, in gameface, and backhanded her again. He then cut her bonds with the dagger, laughing as she cried out in pain when he drew blood in doing so.
He grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her up to face him. "YOU WILL NOT TRY TO PLAY ME FOR A FOOL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" he yelled. "YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN ME! YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL OF THIS SITUATION! YOU CAN NOT WIN!"
He threw her on the bed, and was on top of her before she could react.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed. She tried to get free, but he was too strong for her. She attempted to scratch his face; but he grabbed her hands and pulled her up along the bed. She saw the shackles and tried to kick out. His legs pinned hers down. "GET OFF ME!" she yelled, struggling as hard as she could.
Angelus laughed cruelly, "I gave you a chance to play nice, but you didn't take it, Cordelia. You have to be taught the hard way, apparently." He pulled her jeans and panties down with one hand and forced a knee between her legs. "Don't kid yourself that I mind doing this, either," he added.
He forced her wrists into the shackles and pulled her legs apart. He thrust into her and began pounding into her viciously. Cordelia bit her lip to keep from screaming in response to the pain.
Darla had moved to the side of the bed, when Angelus threw the girl onto the bed. As he raped Cordelia, Darla felt sick. She moved to get up, when his hand gripped her thigh. She swallowed hard and looked into his yellow eyes.
"Going somewhere?" he questioned, still slamming into Cordelia.
"To take a shower?" Darla whispered. She didn't want to anger him, it was better Cordelia was getting this treatment, rather than herself.
"Stay," he ordered her, then thrust a few more times into Cordelia, before climaxing with a grunt and rolling off of her.
Cordelia tried to remain silent as Angelus rolled off of her finally. If she was quiet, maybe he'd forget about her for a while. It wouldn't do any good to try to fight him anymore. Hopefully he'd kill her soon, and it would all be over.
As if reading Cordelia's mind, he glanced at her and said, "As much as I'd like you dead and buried, Cordy, you're more useful to me alive. I don't much fancy the red-head witch coming at me with her curse, and I know you two have gotten friendly. You're much too annoying in your present incarnation, though, so I'm thinking you might be easier to control as a vampire.
Oh, God, no was her last lucid thought before she passed out.
Angelus laughed. "I think that she'll be out for a while," he said to Darla. "Something wrong?" he asked when he noticed her pale face.
"Of course not," Darla said, forcing herself to sound calm. She knew he could sense the fear in her, and tried to force it away. She ran her hand over the ridges in his forehead and wondered if he'd gotten the rage out of his system. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure you aren't afraid of me?" Angelus asked. He rolled over onto his side facing her, looking at her intently.
Honesty or lies? Which is safer? "I am," she admitted, meeting his eyes unflinchingly. "I can't help that. I'm human now, you're a vampire. You frighten me."
"You used to enjoy pain," Angelus said, sitting up and straddling her legs, pushing her back onto the bed. "I remember," he said. He leaned down to kiss her and added, "You liked it when I made you scream."
Darla shuddered. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? Angelus loves fear. He feeds off it. "I was a vampire then. Demons enjoy pain," Darla replied.
"Humans don't?" Angelus asked, with a raised eybrow.
"I know what you're capable of, Angelus. I trained you, after all. But this human body can't withstand what you can do to it, if you wish." There, she'd said it. She'd admitted that she was completely at his mercy. Now she'd find out just what he felt for her. If anything.
Angelus smiled, and rolled onto his side again, next to her. His hand began roaming her body, over her breasts, teasing her nipples. She gasped and felt herself relaxing to his touch. "I'm impressed, Darla," he said. "You could have lied, but you knew I smelled the fear on you. So you made the wise choice by being honest with me."
He withdrew his hand, and she whimpered. He laughed. "Question number two: do you trust me?"
Darla looked at him in surprise. Just a slightly less dangerous question than the last. But she knew the answer, immediately. As insane as it was, she did trust him. She loved him, after all, and trust went right along with that. But she knew where the question was leading them, and that was where she faltered. His bloodlust had been awakened by his stupid secretary and he wanted to continue the bondage games with Darla, his prospective new childe. Part of her was excited by that idea, but the other part of her was deathly afraid.
If I say no, he'll be furious with me, whether he believes me or not. And I will be punished. And if I say yes, I get to find out just how able I am now to deal with pain Angelus-style. Two choices with the same result.
"Darlin'?" And as he brought out the Irish lilt that he so often masked, suddenly she saw the boy she had sired over two hundred years ago.
As Angelus burst out laughing, Darla reminded herself that gaping at him open-mouthed was not an acceptable reaction. She'd been caught off-guard, she'd almost forgotten that he once used to call her that. He'd always used the endearment sparingly. It was only when they were alone, only on the rare occasions he was feeling affectionate. She wondered if he was doing it now to torment her and make her over-analyze the situation. Was it just another way to exert his control over her? She knew the motives didn't really matter, though. She knew the answer to his question and he was waiting for it.
"Yes," she said, almost a whisper.
"Yes what?"
"I trust you," she said, meeting his eyes.
He smiled and descended on her, capturing her lips brutally. When he pulled away, she was gasping for air. "I need to go downstairs to deal with Wesley. I'll be back." He stopped to let his eyes roam over Darla's body. They definitely had not had enough time alone together. Too many distractions. She was proving to be such a willing submissive, too, much to his delight. "Don't go anywhere."
"I wouldn't even think of it," Darla replied with a smile. She looked at the girl lying on the bed next to her. "Are you really going to turn her?" she asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. Cordelia was beautiful, Darla had to admit. Precisely why she didn't much want the girl around forever. She'd been looking forward to having Angelus all to herself. She knew he would eventually gather the rest of his family together, but as far as Spike and Drusilla were concerned, Darla wasn't too threatened by them. She knew them, at least she knew what to expect from them. Cordelia, though, was going to be a mystery.
"Do you have a problem with that?" he challenged her. His expression dared her to try to pull her controlling attitude with him. He'd sensed her jealousy earlier, not that he had any real interest in Cordelia. She was annoying, even the soul had had that opinion. He'd never passed up the opportunity to provoke Darla's jealousy when he was her childe, though. It was far more enjoyable now to do, when he was to be her sire.
Darla glared at the infuriating vampire standing in front of her with a cocky smirk on his face. Then, she made herself calm down, once she realized the game he was playing. Funny, I should be better at reading him. After all, I made him. He's trying to bait me, and succeeding.
She forced herself to smile, sweetly. "I have no say whatsoever in who you choose to turn, Angelus," she admitted. "It's up to you."
"That it is, Darla," he nodded. Then he pulled his robe back on and exited the room.
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Well, I don't think it's lovely that he just raped Cordy. But, like I said, you definitely write him well. 🙂
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thank you 😉...i think he is lovely(did i mention that i am a psycho/perve?...and cute as everyone says<insane!>)...i love him too much,...because he's evil...angel is too sweet(which is good too...*cough*bangel*cough*)...but i prefer angelus,...it's easier write about him,..angel is so weird,...its like we don't how he really is(in theory like liam,...the sweet/brooding factor is because of the tortured soul and all the memories...he's like liam with a 'i learnt the lesson'stuff)...i just prefer angelus...though i love angel too 😉
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