Eden
by Anat

"Ah, it's so good to be alive! or not alive, again". Angelus grinned, licking the blood off his lips. He had just taken the life of a young teenage girl. The younger the victim was, the fresher and tasteful the blood was. He felt his body filling with energy.

The feelings that rose in him when he saw the slayer looking at him again, caused him disgust and hatred. He felt violated, all he wanted was to run away from her.

He watched helplessly the human whose body he had taken a couple of centuries before, touching, kissing, embracing and loving his worst enemy- the slayer. He had to admit she was a lot prettier than the other slayers he had encountered over the centuries. The modern slayers tended to nurture themselves better, and have some kind of life, beyond their duty. That only attracted him more to the damned girl. He knew he wanted to kiss her. Show her all the demonic passion that burned unused in him, before killing her.

Then something changed, and the stupid human moved away from Sunnydale, and started helping all the poor and hopeless people, could that get any worse? Angelus didn't even want to know. Now he was back into his old domain.

Living again underground, in the sewer system wasn't working for him. He also disliked the ignorant vampires, who were hiding there. He was gonna go to his house, but seeing his precious mansion being violated by the slayer and her lover, made him sick to his stomach. It has been a while since any living or undead creature been putting their footsteps in the place and the strong vibes of love were still in the air. Yuk.

He walked in the tunnels. The other vampires kept their distance from him. He enjoyed the respect and the fright they had for him. He could smell the sun disappear into the horizon. The other vampires stared at him, wondering whether or not he will go out. Most of the vampires who lived underground preferred catching the rats in the sewers than surfacing and take the chance of getting killed by the slayer. There were a few brave ones who went out, but only a few of them returned. Now there were stories running around of soldiers with guns capturing vampires and doing who knows what to them.

Angelus decided to go out. He sniffed and marveled the scent of the night. He stopped when he saw two young girls, walking hand in

hand."Young blood". He grinned. But he let them pass near him and walk away harmless.

A memory pressed back in the back of his head. He remembered that actress Rebecca who brought him forth, by passing the stupid curse. Stupid mortal. The retard soul having boy was attracting all the females around, and he never even tried to violate any of them. What a shame. Angelus could see that cop, what was her name anyway? Kate, making Angel the googly eyes, and giving him all the hidden invitations which the idiot of course being himself didn't even notice. Angelus snarled, that woman was annoying anyway, too manly for his liking, he would have snapped her neck without even tasting her blood. When did all his passion for destruction and mutilation turned into the passion of having one woman? He remembered tasting her. Her blood was more powerful than any blood he ever tasted before. He had to admit is was pretty good for a vampire with a soul. Who ever heard in history of a vampire slayer giving herself up for a vampire? Now he was thirsty to have her. In any mean there is. The immortal blood boiled in his veins and screamed her name. And suddenly he smelled something close. A slayer.

She was around. The slayer who had tried and failed to bring him forth. The slayer who turned and was put into comma by Buffy. He walked after the smell.

"Hello, Faith". He smiled looking at the girl who were busy kicking a boxing sack.

"Angel!" Faith glared at him in shock. "How did you find me here?" he shrugged, looking around. "Why are you hiding in this hideous place?" She hugged the boxing bag. "I'm waiting for my moment", she said looking at him. "What are you doing back in town? I thought you left for good". "I came back for a visit. Heard you've been naughty", he said. He didn't know that, but he had a gut feeling that she done something. When you turn evil, it's hard to turn back into the other side again.

Humans needed powers for that. And Faith was helping the mayor, double crossing her friends, stubbing them in the back with a knife. He liked her.

"Well yeah, you want to give me another heart to heart talk?" she said, careless.

"I don't see how it can be done", he said, transforming into his demon face and snarling at her. "Since I don't have a heart".

Before she could say a word, he pulled her closer, and kissed her. Blood started oozing from her mouth.

She kicked him away from her, setting herself in a defense position. She smeared the blood from her lips.

"Awww, you look so cute with that lipstick". He said.

"Angel, what are you doing? I thought we're beyond that game!"

He laughed. "Oh no, sweetheart, I've just started playing!"

"What are you saying?"

"Remember that little magic you pulled back then? It really worked some miracles! I remember I had a good laugh seeing Angel trying to be me. It was a nice try, poor acting though. I couldn't believe how ignorant you were not seeing it. But your spell worked, a bit late, but it was worth waiting. I'm free again. And I owe you my freedom".

"What? I thought you pretended to turn evil. You were back to yourself! Did it really worked?"

He moved quickly and grabbed her by the neck. She felt her legs leaving the ground.

"No, but it was a nice try", he laughed.

"Angel... no..." she paled, she put her hands around the hand that grasped her throat firmly.

"You should meet the women in L.A, they are a lot more efficient than you. One woman, an actress even! Gave me some drugs. Worked better than your stupid magic! Now this is what I call 21st century!" he laughed again, licking his fangs. "Magic out, it's all about drugs".

"Angel... no! we can work together..." she murmured, choking. She started to wriggle, trying to get away from his grasp.

"I work alone". He said, looking at her. An evil gleam shined in his dark eyes. He moved over to bite her. She tried to kick him, but her mind was blurred from the suffocation, she couldn't even reach her stake. She just let his fangs pierce her neck.

"Good slayer". He growled.

She lay there, her body drained of blood, looking helplessly at Angelus.

He was standing above her.

He sneered, knowing her wicked spot. "I guess Buffy is better than you in just any way there is, even her blood tastes better".

"Please..." she whispered.

"What do you want?" he asked, a little bored of her quiet fight to stay alive and in consciousness. She was stronger than his other

victims."Turn me!" she managed to raise her voice, gathering all her remaining strength.

He laughed.

"You can't let me die..."

"I believe that's what I've just did, hon". He turned to walk away. Then he picked her up again.

"Oh, well, I'm getting bored of being alone anyway". He said and cut his hand, putting his bleeding wrist close to her face.

The minute she smelled the blood, she pulled his hand closer, sucking his blood. "Yes..." she mumbled. "I want more!"

He had to pull his hand away, she was too eager to drink. "That's enough". He said, holding his wrist, stopping the bleeding. "Welcome to the family. Except there's only me now". He said, pondering, as she stood up. "I wonder where Dru is. I miss her".

She looked at him with her new vampiric face. "Lets go hunt!" she said.

"You need to rest. You are weak. Your body just started the process of dying. You still need to be buried and rise from..."

"Nuh huh. I'm not going to rise from my grave only to be staked by Buffy and her scooby gang. I'm going with you!"

He shrugged. "Okay, you like being a rebel, huh?"

She smiled. "Have you ever seen a slayer turned into a vampire before?" she asked, clinging onto his arm.

"Only once. Last century. It took the next slayer a long time to stake her in their battle. Vampire slayers has more powers than ordinary vampires". He said.

"Really? Cool. I'm Faith the Slayer Vampire!" she waved her hand, like she was holding an imaginary sword. "Think I could take out

Buffy?""Don't you touch her. She's mine". He said. She snarled, unhappy.

"Oh, gee. Don't tell me you love her too".

He turned his head sharply to gaze at her. She didn't seem to think too much of what she said. "Oh, yeah. I just love that girl". He said, relaxed again.

"Your vamp face is so cool. Do I look like that too?" she asked as they walked away.

"Yeah, you look very frightening", he winked at her.

Part Six

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