-Part One-
AUTHORS: dru as Darla & Evil Willow as
Angelus (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Around the World
PAIRING : Angelus/Darla
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
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I stand at the window and look
out over Seville... gorgeous city with a full moon above. A gentle breeze comes
into the room and the curtain flows around me as I touch the metal bars of the
window. Black. Thick. I grasp one. It's cool to the touch, cooler than myself.
I smile and run my finger around
my left nipple before tugging on it a little, just a little. Ever so slightly
before I feel hands wrap around my waist and fingers slide down to my sex. Warm
fingers...
"¿Qué estás haciendo mi
bella?" He purrs into my ears. "¿Hay estrellas en el cielo ya? ¿Como
en tus ojos?"
Stars in my eyes. Stars in the
sky. Nothing is happening tonight, my sweet, except your death. I've tired of
him already. He's warm to the touch, large inside, but little else. His death
means nothing to me, nor does his life.
I prick my tongue as my fangs
descend and turn to nibble on his neck. He moans, "Mi bella..."
before he realizes those aren't normal teeth he's feeling. "¿QUÉ? ¿Qui eres tú?" He asks me. What
am I?
"Muerte." Death.
And I impale myself on him one more time before we fall to the floor and I drink his life. Hot going down... wasn't he though? This morning... I smile at the memory. But still, I'm empty inside... still missing... my Darling Boy.
I really hate it when Darla's mad
at me. I've been tracking her around Europe for two weeks now, always just a
few infuriating steps behind. Two weeks... is that all it's been, really? Two
weeks ago, since I got back from Prague, after a visit to see Spike and
Drusilla, to find our house empty. No note, no *nothing*. She was just
gone.
Luckily, I have enough contacts
around the continent in order to get a lead on her. And since then I've been
trying to catch up with her. I suspect at times that she knows I'm near, but
she's never let me get *too* near. She's still angry, I guess.
Even though I have no idea *why*.
I always come back to her, don't I? I know she doesn't like my childer, but
I've done just about everything possible to make her understand I'm not going
to leave her. I would've thought it was enough when I sent them away to live on
their own. But I guess not.
There's the street. According to
my spies, she's here. Just a few houses away, living with some man. I growl at
the thought. She's doing it to make me jealous, I suspect. Well it's working,
damn it. And whether or not she's still in the house, her little boytoy is
going to die at my hands tonight.
I'll enjoy that, at least.
Angel... I can feel him... he's
close. But I'm not ready yet... he needs to suffer.
And I made sure of that... the
bed still reeks of my ten lovers... he might be my childe, but as my chosen
mate, he's bitterly jealous. He's got a temper and perhaps it makes me try that
much harder to make him angry.
I make sure to leave my
cum-soaked lace teddy on the bed on top of Enrique's naked dead body. Then, I
sprinkle a few drops of blood on the bed and smear them into an 'A'.
Yes, I know you're here, Lover.
Catch me if you can.
Then, I pull on the crimson red
spaghetti-strapped satin dress, sweep my hair up in a simple French twist and
I'm out the door to hunt.
I love Spaniards at night...
perhaps I'll walk over to the Torre del Oro and stroll down by the river. There
are wonderful nightly parties there. I step out onto the street. He's close...
I clutch my stomach and just feel him for a second before heading down the
alley towards the main street.
I do love the Barrio de Santa
Cruz though, it's small and private... the oldest part of the city. Angelus and
I actually lived around here before the Spanish Civil War, with the disasters
he likes to call children.
I hit the Avenida de Constitución
and head towards the water. I'll have to snack on th- no! There's a fight
tonight in the Opera Carmen actually. I'll have to catch it, perhaps find a
nice couple with tickets...
Is there anything more primal than a bullfight? The blood... the sacrifice... all the humans cheering on such a massacre... an arena filled with humans to get lost in. I slip down a road towards the plaza and drop a little blood on the corner to add to the game.
I arrive at the house and I can
feel her. I look around, up and down the street, but she's nowhere to be seen.
I don't think she's in the house, but I need to take the time to go inside.
Even if it makes her harder to find, I want to be sure that at least *this*
human won't have her again.
I smell the blood as I enter the
house and realize she's beaten me to it. I can't resist going into the bedroom,
even though I know she will have left a pretty sight for me. And I was right.
It's like a punch in the stomach. The room smells of her and too many other
men. I spare the man just a glance; he's like all the others. Tall, dark, well
built. The similarity between myself and them only makes this torment she's
putting me through worse. I don't understand why she'd rather find substitutes
for me than let me near her.
But I've had enough. I *will* find her tonight and I'll get her to forgive me. I imagine there's a great deal of humiliation in store for me, possibly a little pain, but I can deal with that. As long as it's *my* scent that's on her by the end of the night, all the rest will be worth it.
I walk into a nearby bar to start
hunting... a nice couple will do since the seats are always too small... and
just in case... Angelus... but I have a much better idea.
I glance up as the door opens an-
perfect! Tall, dark, handsome, well built. I watch as his date walks back to
the bathroom and I follow her back. "Por favor, señorita," I ask, "La hora?"
She smiles and glances at her
watch, but before she has time, I've snapped her neck.
I return to the bar and snuggle
up to the man. Run my finger over his penis and he's panting like a dog in
heat. I say and do all the right things; after all, I once did used to do this
professionally. I made men forget about their wives and fiancées, for nearly
two decades. It's just too easy for most.
Oh yes, my darling, let's go to
the plaza... I smile as we head out. He doesn't even think twice about his
girl, probably just a hired hand anyway... And he got something much better, or
so he thinks.
I make sure to kiss him
noticeably in front of some gentleman sitting out. I bite his tongue a little
and prick it; just enough but not to alert him to anything... this is too
easy... I miss the thrill of the hunt, the whirlwind... not that we won't have
that again, but he still has much to atone for and I have not the mercy to
forgive, yet.
I smile and cough a little, turn my head and spit the combination of our spit and blood onto the street. Angelus has a nose for anything of my body; he'll pick it up if he comes by this way, which I'm sure he'll manage. My boy's nothing if not an effective hunter and I love when I'm the prey.
She's just taunting me, now. Trailing
blood here and there down the street. Well, at least she's making it clear she
still wants me to follow. That's a relief, because I was beginning to wonder.
I remember now, there's a
bullfight tonight. And if I still know Darla, she'll be there. It's a perfect
place to disappear, in the crowd of people. So I pick up the pace a little,
cutting through some sidestreets toward the arena. She'll be there, I have no
doubt of it. And I'll pick up her scent again once I get there.
So many people. It would be easy
to feed, in this crowd. But I'm not hungry. Not for any of them. Just for her.
I scan the crowd of people, looking for Darla. I know, it's a long shot, but
there's always the possibility she *wants* me to see her for once.
And then I see her. I'm not sure
if she really intended me to, but there she is, moving into the arena. She's so
fucking beautiful. I stop short for a moment, but the crowd jostles me along
and reminds me I'll have time to admire later. Hopefully.
And of course she's not alone. But he'll be easy enough to dispose of. As I said, in this crowd, nobody's paying attention to what anyone else is doing. And once the bullfight starts... it's going to be so simple to get rid of him.
I know he's here. I close my eyes
and just *feel* him. I always could. He's inside me, a part of my being, even
before I made him mine... in the bar, watching him fight... I knew.
I open my eyes and zero in on him. He's staring right at me. I raise my eyebrow a little before turning and kissing my young Paco deeply and sliding my hand down to his erection. See what my dear boy does with that... I turn to see him.
She's taught me well, so I manage
not to react visibly. Even though I *want* to just shove every one of these
stupid humans out of my way and run to them so I can snap the mortal's neck. I
don't, though. I just hold her gaze as I inch closer, through the throng of
humans.
Someone gets upset with me and
yells something in Spanish. I wasn't paying attention, but I gather that he
thinks I should just stay behind him, in line. Line? What fucking line? I sigh
and snap his neck quickly. He falls to the ground, and nobody even looks at me
funny. Just as I
thought. It would be easy to start a massacre in this massive crowd. Too many
people, too excited about the impending event to notice anything other than the
aforementioned event. But I don't have time to test out that theory tonight.
Maybe later, once I have Darla back. We could come back here, see how many
people we could kill before others started to notice.
But for now, I need to focus on
*getting* her back. I feel a little better, now, having killed someone. Even
though I'm still going to kill Darla's latest toy, too. Once I get to them,
that is. I'll never understand human nature. In France, it was the public
hangings. In England, it was the witch-hunts. All those perfectly useful
witches burned. Such a shame. And in Spain, the bullfights. And there are
hundreds of other examples. So don't tell me that we demons are any more
bloodthirsty than the living. All of us have our prey. It's the way things are.
Speaking of prey, though... I shove my way through about twenty people as Darla and her toy make it inside. I will *not* lose them in this mob. I've come too far, and I'm too close, not to catch up with her at last.
Silly
boy. He doesn't understand that he'll touch me when I want him to and not a
second sooner. No matter how many people he plows through. So just as a larger,
taller crowd of people are walking towards us, I grab Paco and we walk through
the middle of the crowd and disappear from sight. We have to find our seats
anyway, the show's about to start and Paco hasgot front row seats. I can't
wait... I always have to have a great view.
"FUCK!" Okay, that did
get me some strange looks, but I don't give a damn. Where the hell did she
*go?!* I'm about to just start killing, randomly, out of pure frustration, when
I catch sight of them again. They're heading down toward the front now.
I follow and when someone asks if I have a ticket, he becomes my next victim. Still, nobody even glances at me. This is just going to be too easy. I wait until I see where Darla and my dinner are sitting, then I decide it's time to get a seat of my own.
I know he's close. He's
persistent as well, when I'm the prize. For weeks I've dragged him through
Europe with a drop of blood here, a cum-splattered dress there... he knows he
loves the hunt. And if I'm honest, I do too.
I think it's part of why he
always wants to go visit his disasters and why I always let him.
I turn
to Paco, "Regreseré en unos minutos, tengo que usar los servicios."
And then I leave him, poor unsuspecting boy, as I go to the 'bathroom'...
that's certainly one thing I'll never miss about being human, if anything.
I watch her as she heads up the
aisle opposite from me. I suppose she wants me to follow, but I have other
ideas now. Especially, since I doubt she's in the mood to let me get close
enough, anyway. I approach the man on the front row and wait for him to notice
me.
He looks up, and I smile. "Le pagaré tres veces
lo que pagó usted por los boletos, si me da su asiento." He considers for a moment and I almost hope he doesn't take
the offer. Because I
*would* let him leave, for the simple fact that her surprise in seeing me here
would be worth it. But I'd much rather kill him for laying a hand on her and
let her find his dead body when she returns.
"Lo siento, pero no puedo hacerlo.
Espero el regreso de la mujer con quien llegué." He says.
Oh good. I reach out and snap his neck, leaving him sitting there. Then I find an empty seat a few rows back and wait for Darla to return. I wonder what she'll think of my present?
I drop
the girl in the stall and head back to my seat. The fight will be starting soon
and I hate being late. I look ahead and see he's already dead. I spot Angelus a
few rows back. He hasn't seen me yet, so I step behind him and run my finger
down his jaw as I lean in a whisper, "Honestly, Angelus, I'd have thought
you'd have the decency to clean up after yourself, or perhaps you weren't
paying attention to me on *that* day either."
And then
I saunter away and spot another handsome man, a lot older than the other.
Angelus is more jealous of some of the older ones cause he thinks I have
fantasies about the Master. The one creature that truly has the one thing
Angelus wants: me.
I'm too taken by surprise to grab
her before she's out of my reach again. Damn it. Some hunter *I* am, that I
didn't even feel her coming. I bite back a growl as she picks out a new human
to use to make me jealous. Because that *is* all she's doing. At least, I'm 90%
sure of that.
This one's older and I get it.
Playing on that insecurity of mine now, are we? I sit and watch, although I
hate every minute I have to see her hands on him. And his on her. But I'm not
going to make my next move yet. I *have* killed three people already, so I'll
wait for the entire crowd's attention to be focused on the bloody battle inside
the arena, before I push my luck further.
Several very torturous minutes later,
the bullfight begins. And it gets louder, as the crowd gets worked up more. My
eyes aren't on the fight, though. They're on my sire. I get up from my seat and
move down the aisle again.
There's an empty seat behind her. This *is* my lucky night. I move to it and sit down. She doesn't even flinch but surely she knows I'm here? I scoot forward in my seat and lean up to whisper in her ear. "I pay attention to everything you say and do. Always."
I shiver
as he whispers in my ear and I casually turn and say, "Then pay attention
to this." And then I turn to my new companion and kiss him, making sure
Angelus has a great view of my tongue in his mouth and my hand stroking his
cock. And I'm more than pleased when the man slides his hand up my leg under my
dress.
I growl and grab the man's hair,
pulling him away. He turns to protest, but I'm in gameface at this point. He
pales and pulls away. I let him go,
because I've got more important things to deal with. "!Váyase!" I suggest, however. And he obeys, running for the
exit.
I hop up into the vacated seat, careful not to grin at the irritated look on Darla's face. "Guess he didn't want to play anymore," I say with a shrug. "But I always thought we had more fun one-on-one, anyway."
I shrug and turn my back towards him to ignore him. "Appears as though you'll be playing hand over fist this evening."
Well, at least she's speaking to
me, that's a start. Time to grovel, though. I hate groveling. And she *knows*
that.
"Darla, Love, I'm sorry." She doesn't reply and I have to lean closer so she can hear me, since the fight is getting the crowd worked up even further. "Drusilla ran off and I had to help Spike find her. That's why I wasn't back when I said I would be. I know, I should have called and I am sorry I didn't."
I refuse to talk to him and turn
my attentions to the fight. Let him suffer. I certainly suffered with worry.
Something could have happened. You hear about these things all the time what
with all the witches walking around with magic at their fingertips... witches
get crazy ideas... And the gypsies, well they're the worst of all.
The matador just came out and I
stand as the crowd does in order to watch. The bull runs by where I'm sitting
and it's bleeding pretty badly... it's beautiful. Such a magnificent creature,
powerful and strong. Deadly by chance and pure luck. I've yet to make it to
Pamplona for the running of the bulls. Perhaps this year?
I watch as the matador passes the bull by him, so close, practically rubbing against him and it would be sickening, if it wasn't so beautiful, how aroused some of the humans here are. I can smell them and it's shooting through my body directly to my sex.
I can smell the desire building in
the mortals around us, but it doesn't affect me. What does affect me is hers.
I've missed her, this past month, more than she'll ever understand. She's the
only one who really knows and understands me.
I don't always understand her,
however. Take her recent disappearing act, for example. Did she really think I
would just leave her? I have done everything possible to make it clear she's
the one I want to be with. So... no, I never thought she would assume that I
wasn't coming back.
I stand behind her and kiss her lightly on the shoulder. "Spike and Dru would never be able to keep me away from you for very long, Darla.."
As much as his lips feel good...
no. I do not get put on hold for Spike or Dru or anyone.
I turn towards him coldly and spit out, "You'd do kindly to keep your mouth to yourself, Sir."
TBC
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