by VanessaSky
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon lucky bastard
DISTRIBUTION: my site, Amnesia, anybody else want, take, let me know you have.
PAIRING: b/aus, w/o, x/c, f/s
rating: nc-17
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic comes from a challenge from tig84_99. Plus I'm going to mess up the French language horribly. Sorry bout that. Elle Est La mienne means She's mine. Just if you wondered.
FEEDBACK: Please I need it like candy, and you know what that does. Please let me know what you think!!!
The plane touched down at 11:45 that night. Paris was a place Buffy always wanted to visit, and now she would be going to school there. It would be a hard transition leaving behind her family and friends.
But one she had been waiting for for a long time.
Plus, it wasn't like it was right away. College didn't start until the fall, and everybody would be there until then. Well, really only Willow, Xander, Cordelia, and Oz would be returning to Sunnydale.
Faith was staying to study art, while Spike was staying more so because Faith was staying.
After they all became settled into the very nice hotel her parents had set them up in, they all went in search of a club to party in. Her parents where nice enough to send everybody with her to Paris. Graduation present they said, have fun.
But they only sent her closest friends, and not her boyfriend. No hanky panky for Buffy on the other side of the world. Her honey was left behind, with her parents. She had been planning to break up with Riley in the first place, but she wanted to wait until the fall when school started.
It was becoming quite lonely being the only one in the group without their studly. Willow and Oz had been together forever it seemed. Same with Cordelia and Xander. Faith had stayed solo for a while but then she met William the Bloody English transfer student.
That was an end to her solo days. And she had only been going out with Riley for a few months when her parents told her about the trip. She wasn't upset that he wasn't here, it was just after a week or two with the group she felt isolated, and alone.
A feeling that wore off as soon as they went to La Bronze`. It was actually just like their tiny club in Sunnydale, and they all found themselves feeling right at home.
The first few nights spent there where wonderful. Pounding music to lose yourself in, hottie guys to dance with, and no cover on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
It was the perfect place to be.
Angelus thought so too. La Bronze` was the place to be when you where looking for a quick bite to eat and even a quicker girl. But for the past few week's only one girl caught his eye.
She was beautiful. Long golden blonde hair, beautiful hazel green eyes, and a smile that made his long dead heart melt. Angelus hadn't felt the pull of a woman like this in over a hundred years
She was perfect in every way, perfect for his plans. Her demon would be lovely, and that's just what he intended her to be. A demon, at his side ruling the countless other demon's of the world.
She would be his queen. His dark goddess.
Forever.
But first there was the matter at hand. He needed her to know him, to want him, to crave him before anyone else. That was what tonight was all about.
He did find it somewhat entertaining that whenever he entered the club, and she was there she would stop what she was doing and look around. Almost like she could feel him, and was looking for him. Looking for her mate.
Tonight he would make himself known to her, and the games would begin. He sent her a drink, and made sure she knew who it was from.
"Angelus Roake sends you this on the account of you being the most beautiful woman in the club tonight. He wishes your presence at La' Burgs tonight, alone." The nice waiter gave Buffy the drink, and pointed in the direction of Angelus.
Angelus himself raised his glass in a toast as did Buffy acknowledging and accepting the drink. When they had finished their drinks Angelus walked to Buffy's table asking her to dance.
Angelus and Buffy danced most of the night away. Close to 11 Angelus excused himself citing a business matter that had to be attended to, but hoping he would see her later on.
As the night wore on, one by one patrons left the club.
By the time Buffy was ready to leave everybody else had gone home expect for the night owls and insomniacs. She reached into her pocket looking for enough money to hail a cab when she found a small white note card inside her wallet.
On the front it had written in neat ink La' Burgs 2211 Hilton Road, on the back it had written in old English script See You Soon -A. Buffy pondered for a moment, wondering if she should really go or not.
Her mind was already made up before she had a breath to stop herself from giving the cabby the address.
The front of the club was amazing. Tall pillars, and columns with stone steps and moldings. Candle light helped you along your way inside, and it was even crazier inside.
Loud pounding music filled the room, and as soon as she entered she felt something was off. She felt like a million eyes where on her, and it scared her more that she would have liked.
Before she knew it a beautiful woman dressed in a velvet blood red dress, approached her. "You've come about my daddy haven't you, your going to be my new mummy. Cake's and pies will have, the moon will sing such sweet songs to us." The dark haired woman twirled around Buffy, and she tried to hold down the urge to run.
"Ah, Drusilla your not scaring away my girl now are you?" Drusilla had now stopped dancing as soon as Angelus had walked over, and was currently looking at the ground.
"No daddy, I was being good. Mummy and I will play later." And with that Drusilla twirled away to dance with a man in all black. Buffy wanted to run. She was in a strange place, and even stranger people, but the look Angelus kept giving her should have been reason enough to stay in anybody's book.
"Come on baby, let's go somewhere a little more private." Angelus placed his hand on the small of her back and moved her forward through the crowd, most of the people stopped dancing to watch them walk away.
Buffy was so caught up in her emotions that she never noticed the nod Angel gave the man in black Drusilla was dancing with.
Never even heard the first blood curdling scream.
As she was led away from the party, she noticed that her surroundings looked more like tunnels than hallways. They approached a man at a gate who looked like he was watching who went in and who went out.
It seemed strange to Buffy that there would be a guard this far into the tunnels, but she didn't voice her question. The man looked like he wasn't going to let them into where ever they where going until Angelus spoke up.
"Elle Est La mienne," he said and the guard quickly moved out of their way.
Only once they where safely inside and moving again, did she speak. "What did you say to him, and where are we?" Angelus smiled at her beautiful questioning glance. "Soon, my love. Soon. Do you ever feel like your too alone? Have you ever wished to be in the moonlight more than the sun? Do you love the nights where you make love to me in your dreams?"
His eyes washed over her, and she felt powerless. He was claiming her, talking about things she couldn't ever remember thinking. "Yes." It was the only thing she could think to say, she wanted this man, this vision of forever that was standing there wanting to take her.
"Come with me, if we do this, your mine forever. Do you understand?" They came to a stop inside his chamber, and by the time he had his door locked, and bolted he could smell her desire for him in the air. She nodded her head in understanding, and he pushed her gently back onto the bed.
She closed her eyes for only a moment while his tongue played with hers, and when she opened them again they where both naked. She felt her wetness coating her thighs, and could feel two of his long fingers touching places inside her she couldn't reach.
His thumb moved over her tiny bundle of nerves, and before she knew it stars had formed behind her eye lids. "Look at me." She opened her eyes to stare into his and watched as the fingers that had just been inside her found their way to his mouth. He sucked at his fingers, and she found herself grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss the rest of her juices off his mouth.
"Are you ready?" All she could do was nod at his question for she was so lost in the sea of being in his arms. He pushed his hard length into her and past the barrier of her innocence. He watched as she bit her lip to prevent from crying out, and held still so she could become accustom to him.
When she began to move beneath him he knew it was safe, and he began a steady thrusting pace that soon had her panting. "More Angelus, please har-harder." He met her request and pulled all the way out before slamming back in.
She moved her legs around his waist around the same time he slid a hand under her bottom to push her harder into him. Angelus felt himself about to lose control, and he pushed into her harder so his pelvic bone hit her clit on every thrust.
"Come for me, baby. Come for me." His words spurred her on, and soon the feeling of overwhelming pleasure came over her. She felt his last powerful thrust's into her core as she came down, and couldn't imagine a more perfect felling.
She felt that very perfect feeling three more time's at the hands of Angelus before sleep claimed her, and the feeling of his arms around her being the last thing she remembered.
When Buffy woke again, the surrounding's where that of her Hotel room. She looked down at herself and realized she was wearing her favorite pj's, and nothing seemed out of place. Her muscle's ached, and there was a pleasant soreness between her legs she had never felt before.
Blaming it on not enough sleep and just a dream, she took a shower and got dressed.
But she wasn't very convinced. It seemed so real. The club, Angelus, everything. She needed answers so she decided to go back to the club.
It had begun to rain outside, and the early evening sky turned a dark shade of blue before it normally would have. When the cab pulled up to the side of the club bright blue and red flashing lights covered the area. She saw police men and woman walking all over the place.
Out of the group of bystanders a few began to walk away. "Excuse me, what happened here?" The two men looked at each other and then back to her. "Bloody awful thing. Bunch of people died inside. They have been carrying bodies out since half past 4. Lady like you shouldn't be around here." They began to walk away, and Buffy could only mutter a thank you, before diving back into the cab, and requesting to go back to her hotel.
Buffy opted to stay inside tonight telling the gang she didn't feel very good. She was lost in the sea of her thoughts when there came a knock at her door. She looked through the peephole, and only could see a beautiful bouquet of blood red roses.
She opened the door to find none other than Angelus holding them. "An-Angelus." His half smile half smirk, had her once again lost in the feeling of just being near him. "What are you doing here?" He handed her the flowers, and watched her look at them with wonder. "Just came to see my girl. Would you mind if I came in?"
She looked around, behind her nervously, and gestured with her hand for him to enter. "Sure ooh, come in."
As soon as he was inside he shut the door behind him, and his mouth met hers. The kiss seemed to last forever, and she only broke free when the need for air became to great.
"Angel-Angelus, I, you, we, is this real?" She tried to hold him at bay while his mouth found purchase on her neck and suckled at her pulse point until she thought she would go mad from it.
"It's real my love, and it's forever. Remember what I told you last night? This is it." She nodded once again, and this time was ready for the assault of his lips claiming hers.
He pushed her into the nearest wall, while she wrapped her legs around his waist. The tiny mini skirt held nothing back from his view, and he quickly found the thong she was wearing, and ripped it away.
Buffy felt the material give way, and moaned in shock. He quickly thrust two fingers inside of her, and it was driving her crazy. A quick, and aspiring need washed over her, and the feelings she had been feeling the night before came back in full force.
"Angelus, th-the people at the club. They said they all died. Ho-w what happened?" Angelus looked up from his place on her neck to answer her question, but forgot one very important detail.
"Angelus, why are you a vampire?" Those where Buffy's last conscious thoughts before she fainted in his arms.
Minutes later when Buffy woke again, Angelus was pacing her bedroom like a caged tiger. He looked very angry, and she was afraid that what she had discovered earlier would lead straight to her death. "Your up." His words startled her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see him watching her.
"I, I had this plan. From the moment I saw you I wanted you. Your beautiful." He sighed, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "You weren't supposed to find out until afterward. I don't want you to hate me for eternity. I wanted you to love me so much that after I turned you you wouldn't care." He stood up and started walking towards the door. "I'm gonna go. Good-bye." He was almost there when he heard her gasp.
He looked back to see she was crying. Out of grief or relief he wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out. "Do you want me to leave? I'll go, now, tell me." He grabbed her hands and held them inside his so tight she was afraid she would have imprints of his hands on hers.
"I love you." She pulled her hands free of his, and wrapped them around his neck. She pulled him close, and held on so tight while raining kisses all over his face. "I love you."
Maybe it was magic, maybe she was tricked, or maybe she was just plain fucking stupid whatever it was she didn't care. She loved this man, this perfect happiness that she had found and never wanted to let go of.
They continuously made love for the rest of the night. The final time they did it he bit her. The pleasure surrounding her at that very moment outweighed the pain, and she never wanted him to stop.
When Buffy arose she and Angelus became the greatest master vampires the world had ever known. Or hadn't known whatever the case may have been.
All that mattered to Angelus and Buffy was they where together forever. And that was the whole point.
The End
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