TITLE: His Sire
SERIES: Trading Places Series
AUTHOR: LJSAngelus
EMAIL: LJSAngel@supanet.com
DISCLAIMER: Pur-lease.  If I owned them, we'd see way more Angel flesh.  More than we do already (does he like take a shower every ten minutes ~ not that I'm complaining.  It's all good for the imagery)
TIMELINE: AtS Season Two.  BtVS Season Five.  Imagine that Angel "Epiphany"-ed over in LA BUT in Sunnydale, they were only over "Crush".
SPOILERS: All up to timeline.  Angel's becoming, Darla's becoming, general stuff.
SYNOPSIS: Buffy finds out Angel's been so crazy over Darla and Dru.  She wonders what would have happened if SHE made Angel - not Darla.  Little does she know the Powers are listening
AUTHOR'S NOTES:  Spike is Angel's childe.  In ALL my stories, Angel's Spike's Sire OK?  I'm SO NOT historically correct.  Don't even try to be all superior because I suck.  But if you find fault, please do email me and tell me so.  This (is what Buffy's demon is telling her to do) and this (is Buffy's humanity/unconscious thoughts).  This is ("Remembered voices")  Her POV
FEEDBACK:  Muchos gracias Senioritas and Amigos
RATING: NC-17
RELATIONSHIP : Buffy and Angel; B/Liam
CONTENT: Strong language, sex, bloodplay, Buffy thoughts, drunk Spike
DEDICATION:  Wah, I don't have anyone to dedicate it to. GOD-DAMMIT.  Well, to everyone who loves Angelus fun as much as I do.  But you can't have Angelus.  Keep that in mind.

"What's wrong Buffster?  You're a little off your game."

"What?" I say looking up at Xander.

"I was just done saying how non distracted you are.  What's up?"

"Nothing.  Honestly."

"Buff."

"Nothing Xander."

"Is this about Spike and his little gross declaration of love?"

"No.  It's really not."

"What then?"

"You really don't back away from the bone do you?  God is that the--"

"And don't pull that "God is that the time I better go slay something" trick on me because it's not gonna work."

"But that is the time.... and I really have to go slay something," I grin, sliding off of his couch.  "Later Xand."

"Be careful."

"I will."

So here I sit on a gravestone, scanning the cemetery.  Over there was where I fell into an open grave while arguing with Angel.  There was where we kissed with fever which was not hunting in the "classical sense."

I put my hand up to the fading scar on my neck, searching for the familiar, comforting imprints and bumps.  For a second, fear struck in my stomach that it had gone completely.  Vanished and healed over.  Then my index finger wandered over where his front incisors had bit in and I feel instantly reassured.  Calmed.  I close my eyes briefly and not I can feel him there with me, back in the mansion.  Me forcing him onto my vein.  Us falling to the ground and Angel holding me so, so close.

It wasn't about hunger or healing; it was something deeper.  He had marked me, I belong to him now.  A tie that only dusting could sever and even then I'm not sure if it would be truly gone.

And he still left.  Even when I needed him most, he left.  I thought I couldn't breathe without him.

But here we are a year and a half later and I'm still breathing while he's not.  It's blood.  It's all just blood.  Blood that made him, blood that keeps him alive, blood that healed him -MY blood- and blood makes us different and the same.  Vampire and Slayer.  Different blood.  Lovers.  Same blood.  When he drank from me... a part of me is still in there.

This was 18 months ago. Why am i still thinking about this??  Angel once told me that as Angelus, Drusilla only went to Spike when Angel was done with her.  Spike took Angel's seconds.  Always.

Is that what's happening with me?  Does Spike..... l..lo.. think he loves me because of Angel?  Because Angel left me, that was his cue to sweep in and take a cut of the Buffy-cake?

It must be something in the blood.  Angel's precious blood is what made Spike, Spike.  Sometimes, I think I hate him for that but i could never for a second hate Angel.  It's Angelus.

Beginning of this year, Drac spun my head with all this blood stuff and now I can't stop spinning.  I tasted his blood and it tasted....  Well it wasn't gross.  It was so less than gross.

It was intimate and breathtaking;  I felt alive for the first time since Angel broke up with me.  I felt the immortality run through my veins and make me... inside.  The bitter taste tangs at the back of my throat even now.  The thick, dizzying liquid on my tongue, my lips and running slickly down my throat.

And that was Dracula.  I mean I'm not the kind of girl who bites on the first date but that felt so.. it brought us within a heartbeat.

What did Angel feel when he was drinking me?  And if i felt that with Dracula.  Imagine what i would of felt with Angel.

I need to know what this all means.  Why Spike's obsessed.  Why i keep thinking about this.  Why..

I think I'll have to go see that stupid, bleached blonde, melanin deprived son of a bitch.

I bang on the door three times before it opens.  He's sitting on the chair, hanging over drunk, watching some crap on tv.

"Spike."

"Buffy?  Buffy is it you?" He slurs drinking his bottle again.  This, is the lowest of the fucking low. You have no idea how much I want him a pile of dust with a whisky bottle on top.

"No it's your good fairy.  Yes of course it's me."

"G-good.  Thought I drifted off into another one of my dreams."

"You dream about me?"

"What do you want?" He asks getting up.

"I need to ask you a question."

"I'm not the bloody knowledge guy so sod off!  You don't love me!  You don't even let me wander in and out of the house whenever i want to steal your sweaters or.. pictures.  So... Sod off!"

"Spike please."

"Bloody fucking christ - what?"

"Angel..."

"That poufter again!  Angel this Angel that.  Never Spike this and Spike that.  I mean why not me, Buffy?  Why not?"

"Well for one you stink of whisky, it's night time when you should be out and you're watching late Oprah reruns."

"That is none of your bloody business.  So Angel.. My wonderful great Sire.  The git who beat my fucking ass every night for twenty years before he abandoned me and got himself a soul.  Yeah I fucking know who Angel is.  So what?  The bent wanker only nearly went off the deep end."

"What?"

"Y'know.  Non shallow end of the pool."

"Cordelia called--"

"No.  I can just tell these things.  He's my Sire.  We're connected.  I can tell things without being anywhere near his ass.  Sometimes, there's this whole dream thing.."

"What dream thing?"

"You're not fucking ready for this.  Which is why I'm going to tell you so you can get the HELL OVER HIM."

"Spike."

"He lost the end of the rope.  He gave up in humanity and all that's pretty and good.  His Sire Darla's back from the dead and she drove him insane.  They slept together three nights ago."

I feel nothing.  I'm numb.

"T-they s-s-slept.."

"Yeah.  Only he didn't go evil because *you're* his perfect happiness.  But he had an epiphany and felt all good and bloody righteous again.  Then I woke up."

"So it could all be a dream?"

"I'm not that bloody fucked in the head."

"So it happened?  It felt.. real?"

"Yeah.  Bloody surround sound, bone thrusting, edge of the seat real.  She's some lay is Darla.."

"Shut up!!"

"Can't you handle it Buffy?  If you loved me, I wouldn't leave you.  Or betray you.  I would never stop.."

"Shut up!"

"I bet you felt him slipping too.  He drank you too.  Only you haven't drank him.  That's what makes us different."

"I would never be anything like you Spike."

"Think that Slayer?"

"I-I need to see..."

"Wait," Spike jumped up and spun me round.  He could see it all in my face, I'm positive.  "You.. you want him?  In a ... blood way?"

"I don't want to talk about this with you."

"So you do?  You've been itching for him under your skin, in your throat since the day Dracula offered you his own blood.  Didn't think anyone knew about that little fluid swapping with Dracula Slayer?  I do.  I saw it.  The rest of the scooby brats all think you're pretty, angelic, white and good.  I know different Slayer.  And you probably wanted it before that... when Angel bit you," he growls.  I push him against the wall and walk out.  I know that everything he just said was true.  And if Angel and Darla...

I need to get to LA.

Barrelling down the highway at 90 miles an hour, I get to thinking.

With Angel and Darla.. I wonder what it's like.  I wonder what it means to have someone do such a life changing thing to you.  Do you love them for that?  Do you love them because a part of them is in you and vice versa?  Or do you love them because you don't know what else to do?

If Angelus.. had turned me.. how different would this all be?  Would I be his personal fuck toy?  his lover, his mate?  What?  What would I feel about him?

And what if i was Darla?  What if i made Angel and felt him in my skin, under my skin.. his blood humming through me as he drank from me?

I didn't go to Angel Investigations since Angel no longer works there in a boss capacity.  Well except as a tea boy.  Cordelia told me when I called her.  She directed me straight to where could find Darla.  At Wolfram and Hart, a law firm and she's probably with Lindsey McDonald, a lawyer there.

I walked straight through the doors and up to Lindsey McDonalds office.  I checked there but it was vacant.  So I tried the conference room.

And she's there.   Swinging round on a leather chair as if she owns the board.  She laughs and the lilt goes right through me, letting it chill every bone in my body.

I grab some old encrusted and most likely sacred silver sword down from a display on the wall.

"I hate you, you know that?" I grit my teeth.  I swing the sword around.

"Sure I do Slayer," she smiles sweetly.  "It must kill you that I got there first.  That he worshipped me for 150 years.  And you?  He left you.  His problem has always been that filthy Soul.  It tore Angelus and I apart - it tore you and Angel apart."

"What are you?  Serial killing wise old sage?  Please."

"I made him what he is.  We are one."

"You know what?  I wish I made him to keep him away from a whore like you at any rate.  You probably gave him syphilis or something."

"You wish you were Angel's Sire?" She blinks.

"Yeah.  I wish I was Angels Sire!" I roar back.  The silver glinting sword glows in my hand and stings me.  I drop it to the ground and the silver turns to steel.  "What the *Hell* is going on?" I ask the spinning room.

I got a bad fever from touching that thing..  Feel dizzy.  Have to lie down.  Have to close my eyes.  Have to.. Kill Darla.  Have to...

I open my eyes quickly and then shut them again.  I replay the last thing that happened.  Darla.  Have to stake Darla.  OK program set and all Buffy systems are go.  I open my eyes again and find myself looking at a very different ceiling.  There's a strange smell emanating from below me that doesn't quieten my hunger at all.  My hunger being the low rumbling sound in my chest - not my stomach - my chest.  My heart almost.

I get up off the bed that feels like it's been made of feathers.  Where the hell am I?

I look down at my blood stained white top but instead to find myself wearing some really old night-dress.  Cream coloured silk.

I look about for a mirror and find a hand held one on the table.  I pick it up and look into it.

I don't see me staring back.  I see the four poster bed behind me but not me.  I have no reflection.  I am..

Calm down Buffy.  Just don't go all funky. I have to be me.  I feel my face to find that all my features are my own.  I haven't wandered into somebody else's body, *again.*  I'm me.  Buffy.  The vampire Sl--

Oh god oh god oh god.  I look about for something, a cross, anything, to confirm this horrible dead feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Dead feeling.  My proof and confirmation all in my own veins.  Hesitantly, I reach for my heart.  I slip my hand over the area where it should be drumming steadily.  I can't feel anything.  I put two fingers on my wrist and search for my pulse.

Oh god oh god oh god. Oh GOD.

I'm dead.  Dead, vampire, reanimated corpse dead.

And in the past.  Cautiously I open the window shutters in the room, which I guess is a hotel, and stand back behind it for safety to check if any light fills the room.  None does but the artificial street lamp light.  I gaze at the scene before me.

Horses and carriages.  People laughing along the cobbled streets.  Shouting and jesting.  Smoke.  Noise from a nearby tavern.  Oh God where the Hell am I?

I swallow and shut the window doors quickly and move to the door leading out to the hall.  A woman I presume to be a chamber maid passes by.

"Are ye ill mistress?" She asks politely, carrying towels.  Irish accent.  My voice sounds the same as it always has.

"Sorry?"

"Are ye ill?  Ye've spent all the daylight in yer room.  I could fetch doctor--"

"No.  No I'm fine.  Just a little... spun.  If you could tell me.. I um, had a dream.  That threw me.  So I'm a little confused.  Where am I?"

"Galway, Ireland mistress."

"And the year?"

I already know.  There's only one year I could be here for.

"1753 mistress.  Are ye sure ye don't want somethin' for your ailment?"

"I'll be fine.  Really.  I'll be out tonight."

"Very well mistress," she nods as I turn and go back in.  I lean against the closed door.

Galway.

Ireland.

1753.

17-fucking-53.  The year Angel was sired.

Maybe this is the night.  Maybe I was sent here to stop it.  Or kill Angelus in the early days.

Or maybe I'm supposed to Sire him.

The wish.. the sword...

No NO NO NO.  I can't.  Just because I'm a vampire.. doesn't mean...

Oh God I'm thirsty.  So hungry.

(give in)

 So..

"Excuse me miss," I call her back sticking my head out the door, "could you possibly come here.."

She scurries back and comes in my room.  I shut the door and throw the dead bolt silently.  "Yes miss."

"I'm very hungry, y'know," I say, without even thinking of the words or how callous they sound.  I need to.. I have to..  I want to..

I walk towards her and feel my vampire features slide into place so easily like they've been there for decades, centuries.  They feel familiar and...  She gasps as I clamp a hand over her mouth which is finely manicured.  "Ssshh."  I toss her brown curls off of her neck and see her vein bulging.  I lean forward on auto pilot and go to bite into her flesh.

I place my teeth delicately on her fair skin and flick my tongue out over the beating of the blood.  The beating that begs me to taste... to drink.  I pierce the skin so slightly with my fangs, not tasting anything yet.  As I lower my head..

No.  I have to stop.  No NO NO.  I have to keep my humanity.  I have to fight.  Be strong.  Stop.  No.

(taste her)

(What the Hell was that?)

(Bite her, let the blood be your heaven)

(Something urging me.  What the Hell is this?)

(Your demon  You're a vampire, did you forget?)

(Demon?  I have a demon?  Oh god this doesn't get any weirder.)

(feel her.. how she wants you to bite her)

(No I won't)

(You will)

(Angel doesn't.)

(he doesn't exist yet,  Nothing does, bite her)

(My friends will come for me..)

(No.. no they won't.  I'm in you.  I AM you.  You can't escape the craving.. the unadulterated lust and drive)

(I can control it.  Stop it.  Stop you.  I'm here for something and I have to..)

I throw the chamber maid back against my dressing table.  "Leave now.  Tell no one.  Or I'll... kill you."

(Yes you will)

(SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!)

She sobs and leaves as fast as she can.

I have to get out of here.  Find Angel...

No ones here.  I can't turn to Giles for help.  Or Willow.  Or Xander.  Anyone.  No one's here.

Except Angel..  H-human Angel?

I pull open the trunk and find a long red and satin dress.  Completely beautiful.  I put it on and quickly style my hair. I slip on delicate strapped shoes and leave the hotel.

I'm outside on the cobbled streets.  If Angel was a human, 26 year old guy where would he be?  At home?  No.  He always went quiet whenever I mentioned my father and once i asked him about his.  So no.

What was Angel like?

("A drunken, whoring layabout.  A terrible disappointment to your parents..")

That Christmas he said he was never a good man.  All the things he had done as human.. got drunk a lot, avoided work, courted women, promising the world to let them think he loved them and then he left them.

The tavern.  Luckily it's straight across the street because these heels are funky bad to walk in.  I walk into the tavern and see many groups of men all about the place.  I scan the room for Angel.  There's a group in the corner watching a woman dance on the table and fall about laughing at each other.

There's another playing cards all looking at each other suspiciously.

And then there's ones up the back around a table talking.

Angel's in none of them.  I look to the bar and there's a man turned round with familiar broad shoulders... the hair is debatable.  And he turns round.

I couldn't mistake him anywhere.  His smile, the part of chest you can see with his shirt undone, his hands.  His eyes.  It's him.  I walk across the crowded tavern floor and to get to him.

"Well, well well.  Aren't you a pretty thing?" He smiles.

"Angel?" I try.

"I was going tae say the same thing to you.  Liam, pleasure to meet you, my lady," he grins taking my hand and kissing it.

Liam.  Liam.  I never knew his name was Liam.  Oh my god he's warm.  And even with the hair, he looks the finest thing i've ever seen.  "Buffy."

"Lady Buffy."

"Just Buffy."

"The accent.  Ye're not from round here, are ye?"

"America."

"Well please allow me to offer me services in any way I can tae ye."

"I need to ta--"

"LIAM!  Liam get over here man!  Tommy's apposed to be downing t'ree pints one after the other and I know ye can do better that!" A voice shouted from the group in the corner.

"Ye will not leave without saying goodbye?" He asks me.

"No."

"Good," he says kissing my hand again and going back to the group.

I sit at this table alone, staring at him, watching him move and sway to the music the traditional band are playing.  Even as a drunk, he's so damn sexy I want to rip his clothes off and..

(Sink your teeth into that hot neck..Warm flesh.. Simering blood..)

(No. No.)

I find my eyes wandering as "Liam" departs to use the outhouse no doubt.  I decide not to follow him because that would be plain creepy.

So I watch him leave through the back and then turn my attention to everyone else.

Watching them laugh and drink merrily, unaware that one of the fiercest and most beautiful vampire's is among them.  Or well, to be.  Then there's me.

What am I?  Vampire Slayer, or just plain vampire?  This has to be some spell.  There has to be a way out.  I was sent here to do something.  But I have no clue.  This is so screwed...

I smell it.  The booze, the joy.. and the sex.  In everyone one of these ne'er to do well simple Irish people.

And I smell the blood.  Oh God I can feel everyone of their heartbeats going steady not faltering for a beat.  Drumming in my ear, calling me, begging me..

(Take what you want.. what you need.)

NO.  I won't.  I can't.  Angel.. what would he think, say, do...

Then Liam comes back in from outside.  Someone playing cards stands up and starts shouting.  He grabs a fistful of the other mans shirt and has his fist poised to hit him.  Liam half staggers over and puts a hand on each of them's chest.

"Now, now, fellas.  Let's not get too.. It's only a game, man, did ye ferget?"

"Liam boy stand back."

"Tommy, dis is stu--"

Before he can finish, the man, Tommy, punches him instead and he falls against the table.  The whole tavern erupts in a jostling, shouting mass of people crowding round to see the brawl.  I stand up and shout "Angel" but nobody hears.

"Ure ye goin tae take that from the like's of him?" A voice shouts from the crowd.

"Violence never solves anything ma man," Liam grins getting back up.  But then he turns and hooks Tommy who collapses against the chair.  "But it sure as 'ell helps."

Tommy tries to hurt him again but Liam ducks and sends him crashing into the other card player.  A fight breaks out within the table.  He's hitting people right left and centre with such drunken grace, I think I'm falling in love with him all over again.  He caught my eye and grins stupidly at me with a bloody lip.  He throws an oncoming attacker over his shoulder with apparent ease and then takes a swig from his beer tanker.

A serving woman comes past to refill my drink.

"Who is *he*?  He's magnificent."

Why am I asking?  I know who is, what he becomes and I feel I know every inch of his perfect body.  So why am I asking?  It's like an involuntary reaction.

He looks as if he's enjoying the brawl, laughing loudly every so often.  He seems so vicious and gracious even as human.  There is no one more gracious  than Angel and his human self seems to be matching him.

"Oh, yeah.  God's gift, that one..." She smiles.  I can smell his faint scent on her... all over her.  She slept with him.  He 'corrupted' her.  Oh god he smells good... I growl involuntarily in jealously.

"Really.  I've never known God to be so generous."

There it bloody goes again.  Lips?  Words?  Non-moving?

(You want him.  He's you're destiny)

(Not that kind of destiny.)

"His lies sound pretty when the stars are out.  But he forgets every promise he's ever made when the sun comes up."

"That wouldn't a problem for me actually."

GODDAMMIT.  What is this?

(I need to get out of here.  Now.  I need to..)

I stand up and quickly exit the tavern.  I look around me and stare at the hotel which I'm not ready to go back to yet.  I'm strangely drawn to this alley..  I walk slowly to it and stand there, gazing at the 18th century splendour.  Then I turn my head to see Liam coming out of the tavern.  He sees me and grins foolishly again.  He walks over to the alley.

"I--" He starts but I cut him off against my will to let him speak.  Something inside me is dictating what I do and say.  I need to fight it.  I have to do this my way.

"Liam."

"So ye remember me then.  Lookin' at me in there.. I got the feelin' ye already knew me," he said a smirk appearing on his lips.

"Another lifetime, I'm sure," I nod.

(Oh God I want him.  Right now.  Right here.  He's human... And in this light.. the hair doesn't look all that bad.  Jesus Christ I want him)

(You want to taste him)

(No.  I meant in a carnal way.  I want him.  As Buffy.  Not as a vampire.)

(You haven't fed)

(And I'm not going to)

(Make him your first.)

(There's not going to be a first or any after.)

(Make him your always)

(No.  That's not why I'm here. I have to protect him)

(It's fate.  The world needs Angel - the soul, and it won't happen if you don't make him)

(I don't know how if I wanted to!  Which I do not.)

(you do.  You do.  This is why your here.  You wanted to be that close to him.)

(Well I want... No. I'll damn him.)

(He wants it)

(I know Angel.  He doesn't want this.)

(He wants you, like you want him)

(I won't)

(Listen to your hunger)

(No)

(listen to your heart.  You won't exist without him in the future)

(What the Hell is this?  Let me out!)

(Take him!)

"NO!"

"Is there somethin' the matter, Buffy," Liam asks me.

"Nothing.  Nothing."

"I'd like if ye came a walk with me this fine winters night."

"I don't feel the cold."

"Ye don't?  Ye feel cold to me," he says softly reaching out a hand and placing it on my bare arm.

"I'm numb."

"Let me warm ye up," he smiles.  "Walk with me."

"Where?"

"I know a place."

This is incredible.  I'm in the past with Angel.  Human Angel.  Who laughs and smiles, tells weak jokes and gazes at me longingly.

Oh God I want him.

Did I mention past me is a vampire?

Wow this can't get any more "Passions" can it?

So he's taken me along this forest path, leading me by holding my hand.  He looks back every so often and smiles.  Then we reach a clearing and a small burn.  He stumbles across some large rocks and boulders, lifting me down over them delicately.  We reach a lush green piece of grass, shadowed by willow trees crawling over above us.  He takes both my hands and invites me to sit down against the tree's trunk, taking off his jacket and laying it under me.

("Perfect gentleman")

"It's beautiful here," I comment.  And it so is.  A running stream nearby, moonlight forcing its way through the bare branches overhead, springy green grass tinged with dew.

"It is," he agrees.  "My lady Buffy.  Would it be too much to ask of one kiss?"

"So that's your agenda," I grin at him.  "Take me to a secluded place to kiss me."

"There was that and I wanted to show ye this.  I used to play in that stream, pretending to be a pirate fighting me mates.  It was some excitement."

Angel playing pirate games?  Now I know I'm on "Passions".  Truth?  I never thought much about what he was like as a boy.  But he was normal.  Angel was normal.  And here he is, flesh and blood.  I should be happy, overjoyed, ecstatic.  But it's the humming of his blood that keeps me from jumping for joy.

I lean over and he turns his attention from the childhood memories to me.  He strokes my hair gently as I brush my lips softly against his.  Then the kiss goes into surround sound, with soft cello music and vivid colour.  Everything happening so fast and furiously as our tongues almost attack each other, fighting and dancing at the same time.  He hold me head firmly, kissing me more passionately.  Like our first kiss, right before he turned...

Oh God don't let that happen.  Don't let this moment shatter.  Let it go on and on forever.

(you know how to make it forever - take him)

I don't pull my vampire visage into place, keeping it at bay for a while.  I pull apart from him, letting him kiss my neck and plant kisses all over my chin and ears.  He moves down to my cleavage showing, tenderly tickling it with his soft, warm tongue.

(Doesn't feel right.  You know how to make him ice cool)

He feels so hot.  Scalding.  Now I'm the cold one.  As ice.  I seen him shiver but he doesn't say anything.  He works his way back to my lips and his tongue invades my mouth again.  I grab his shirt and rip it off to reveal his perfect torso.  Not changed one bit from my Angel.

Pulling my upwards to his chest as he sits up, he undoes my corset bodice at the back, lacing his fingers through the strings like he's done it a million times before.  Once they're free, he pulls off my dress leaving me with my silk under dress.

He lays me back down on the jacket, never once letting his mouth leave mine.  He slowly undoes the dress slipping the spaghetti straps down over my shoulders, kissing every square inch of me.

I wriggle down his trousers, feeling the material against my skin.

We're both completely naked now, but it doesn't feel like it.  He's like this huge quilt protecting, shielding me and keeping the cold from me.

Plus my body temperature's like 62.3 degrees.

He reaches out his hand, dipping it in the water. He scoops it up and places spots of it on my forehead, all the way down my nose.  He's so beautiful lying above me in the moonlight glow.  He drowns his fingers in the cool water again bringing his hand up to my chest.  He rubs both of my nipples, now hard and sensitive, with the cold water.  He continues to massage one smoothly while lowering his tongue to the other.  Slowly swirling his warm tongue around my nipple, kissing it slightly, making me quiver and moan softly.  He smiles and works on the other.  He gently tugs it with his teeth and moves back up to my lips once again.

He dips two fingers in the spring and this time places them at my entrance.  He eases them up slowly, letting me groan at the cold and wet sensation of the pure water.  He withdraws from me and pushes back up again.  I arch against his fingers, letting my clitoris rub against them.  I sigh quietly followed by a guttural moan as he works gently on my clit.  I dig my nails into his back as he rubs more sensually and faster, bringing me to orgasm but not letting me go over the edge.

He simply smirks again and takes his hands away, rinsing them in the water.  He drops three drops on my tongue and i swallow while kissing him.  He moves to position himself and gently eases into me.  Oh God he's so hot.  Such searing heat as he rocks in and out of me.  He holds me so close to his chest, athletically lifting me off the ground to let his cock rub against my clit.  I close my eyes and feel pure bliss.  He thrusts harder and faster - as do i, matching his every thrust.  He strokes my hair and kisses me needily.

Then I come.  And OH GOD do i come.  Not fireworks exploding... nuclear bombs.  Shattering the earth and echoing around me.  I close my eyes again and hold onto him as shivers race all over my body electrifying me.

I look at him.  Sweating, breathing heavily and smiling.  He kisses my forehead and I kiss his.  He rests on top of me for a moment.  Then he slides out of me and lies back on the grass looking at the moon.

I lean over and kiss him full and hard.  Letting my tongue wander and seek places in his familiar mouth with it's unfamiliar heat.  He pulls me on top of him, relishing seeing me above him, naked and yet to be satisfied fully.

I mean, yes God i'm satisfied.  That was the most incredible sex I've had in my life bar my first time.  But I think Liam Stores likes repeat business from Buffy shaped customers.

I reach done below me and stroke him to hard perfection once again, kissing him all the while.  I raise myself up and impale myself on him.  He groans and then holds onto my hips.  I grip onto his hair, loving the fact I'm the dominant one this time.  I call the shots.  I think he's loving it too.

I lift him up and cradle his head against my breasts as we rock together, yelling and moaning.

"Buffy, oh Buffy," he softly whimpers looking up at me.  I can see the moonlight reflected in his tears.

He's crying.  Why is he crying?  Before I know it, I'm crying as well.  I look into his eyes and see centuries in them.

I lean down and kiss his tears away, letting him hold onto my tighter.

"Why are you crying?" I whisper softly, letting him rock in and out me gently and fiercely at the same time.

"Ye're so beautiful Buffy," he smiles.  "So beautiful."

"I love you," I tell him gripping his flesh closer to me.

"Do ye?  No one has ever told me th.." He trails off pulling closer to me making sure none of us is exposed to anything except each other.

"I can't explain it right now," I moan as he gets faster.  He trembles... so vulnerable and beautiful.

He clutches my hair as he comes, yelling my name as he does.  I orgasm shortly after him.

"Angel..." I whisper into his ear.  Before I know I've said it, it's too late to take it back.

"I love you," he says in an American accent, just like Angel did on our one night.  So clearly, perfectly and blissfully.  I know he means it, but he doesn't know why.  I roll off him and to the side, looking up at the stars.

I reach for his hand and slip mine into his.  He turns his head to me.

"I do love ye," he says.  His eyes... God his soulful.. beautiful.. sexy eyes.  Iron would melt.

"I know you do," I tell him kissing his forehead.  He envelopes me in a hug.  Just holding me, warming me.

And that's when i hear it.. louder than it has been.

His blood, his heart.

(You want him)

(God i want him..)

"Liam," I say softly still staring at his vein.  "I have something to ask you.  You need to answer truthfully."

"I will."

"If there were such creatures as vampires.. y'know.. immortal blood sucking demons.. would you w-want to be one?"

"What are ye saying?" He asks as i pull back.

"If there was a vampire, and it offered to turn you.  Would you.. accept the offer?"

"Immortal?  Would I get out o' this Hell hole?" He grins.

"I'm serious."

"Ye are," he notes looking at my face.

"A dark, scary, dangerous world in which you have to kill to live.  Would you be... damned?"

"I don't think I would have any control over such things.  If it's meant to be, destiny, then it will happen.."

I nuzzle into his neck again, feeling how warm he is.  My vampire face slides on.

(I want him)

(Take him)

(No.. But I want..)

I feel this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach and smell something pure and dangerous.

("I can smell the sun long before it comes")

"Buffy?"

"I-I have to leave.  Go.  Now," I stutter.  He helps me find my dress and clothes me again.

"De ye hav' tae?" He asks desperately.  I straighten myself.  God corsets are a bitch.

"Yeah.  Sorry."  I start to run away when he catches up with me, spinning me round and meeting my forehead with his.

"Say ye'll meet me t'moro.  Here."

"After sunset," I nod.  He kisses me once again and I find it harder to walk away.  The sun is coming... I have to.

I start up the rocks and find myself on the path.

"Buffy!"  I turn round quickly.  "I love ye."

"I love you," I smile faintly.  Then turn and run for all i can.

I can't believe I'm here.  I can't believe I'm not staying away from him.  I'm his death walking.  I sit down in the same spot our two bodies were last night and put my head in my hands.

I'm supposed to Sire him.  I think.  I checked out some books in the local boogedy boogedy store and Darla never existed.  In her place, I'm there.  The Master Sired me.  Well so it says.  And I had a dream about it.  I was ill and he cured me.. made me.

Angel.. well Liam, does he want this?  I keep getting this voice in my head; his voice.  Telling me that I damned him.

(The world needs the Souled vampire)

Yeah but what about the billions of lives in between?  What about Angelus?

(you love him too)

(make him.. feel him.. taste him)

My head's so dizzy i can't stand.

"Buffy."

I look up and see Liam standing there.  He holds out a hand and pulls me to him.

"I was afraid ye widnae come."

"I'm here now."  He kisses me and I lean back slightly in his embrace.  "Maybe we should go somewhere else tonight."

"Uh.. we canny go tae mine," he says bashfully.  "I don't have a place.  Me father he.."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I say almost angered.  He slept on the streets?!  He should have asked me..

"I was ashamed.  Ye know what I am?"

(do you know what I am?)

"A layabout.  Good fer nothing.  World'd be better with me gone."

"NO!" I roar at him.  He takes a step back.  "Dammit, this already happened.  No, you are someone so special.  And you become someone so important... most of all to me..."

"What ur.. what ur ye sayin'?" He says puzzled.

"No-nothing," I stammer.  "Let's just get inside somewhere."

(inside me Angel would be a good start)

He shrugs and follows me.

We end up at my hotel room.  I shut the door behind me and pull the deadblot once again.

You know all I can hear?  His heartbeat,  It fills my ears, my head.  I can't do anything without wanting to...

I haven't fed for the past two days of well.. ever.

(make him your first. Make him your always)

I want to.. I want to pierce his perfect human flesh with my fangs and drink from him forever... Let him drink from me... I want to..

"Nice place," he comments looking around, interupting my thoughts.

"Yeah it is."  He turns round and immediately I kiss him.  Taken aback, but still he kisses me back.  I walk him backwards to my bed and push him down.  Quickly I shed my dress and underwear and take my hair down from the pin.

"God Buffy," he swallows.  "Ye're so beautifu--" He doesn't finish because I cover my mouth with him, crawling on top of him, undoing his jacket quickly, wriggling it off his shoulders.  He growls almost and throws me beside him on the bed.  He throws off his shirt and I gasp.  Every time I see him perfectly sculpted chest, it takes my breath away.

Not that it's a problem now.

I pull him down on top of me by the back off the head.  We both work to pull his trousers down, kissing him as i tear them at the seams.  He grins and we both slip under the sheets.  The cool, satin sheets that feel as heavenly as he does above me.  He kisses my neck and then my bottom lip as he slides inside me.  I gasp again and it's much bigger than I remember from last night.

And i remember everything about last night.

He moves back to my neck and to my ear.  All the time, thrusting against each other and he whispers sweet everything's in my ear.

"Remember last night," I pant.  "Remember what I asked you.."

"Yes."

"If i would offer you it now.. would you take it?"

He moans and leans against my shoulder.  "Yes.  Yes... Buffy...  God Buffy I would.  Why?" He asks looking me directly in the eye

"Because I am offering you it all.." I say, letting out a loud moan afterwards.

"What?"

"Do you..."

He nods.  "Anything for ye Buffy..." He says kissing me softly, catching my bottom lip and he pushes inside and outside me rythmitically.  I reach up and wipe away dew on his forehead.

I can't stop it, I can't stop it transforming my face.  The demon.  I show him my now true face.

"Still want it?" I growl low as he slows down nuzzling into my own neck.

"I want you Buffy," he says still making love to me, despite the fact i wear a demons face.  He kisses my shoulder and fingers invidually.  "Buffy.. I want ye.  Always.  Always my Buffy."

Then he offers me his neck, feeling himself racing towards his climax.  I take a breath..

(worthless..)

And lower my head to his gorgeous neck.. his pumping artery...

He slips his arms under me and holds my back, preparing himself, still making love to me.

And I do it.  I slip my fangs into his flesh, letting the blood spill out.  I suck it down greedily and hungrily.  Passionately.  He whimpers of course... and grips onto me tighter.

As more and more of his precious blood slides easily down my throat.

So sweeter.. sweeter than the sweetest candy. So deliciously and warming.

So divine.  I want him.. I have him... he's mine.. Oh God Angel I love you... I Love You...

Then I'm over the edge, at the peak.. orgasm central as I spasm and quiver all round him when i feel him come inside me..

(Me feeding on him pushed him over the edge too)

I bite into him harder and feel his heart start to stop..

Panicked, I tear my teeth from him.  He's panting uncontrollably.

(do it)

(do it)

I slit a blood line across my breasts and push him down under the satin covers to them.  He lays his weak, bleeding head against me.  I pull back the sheets.

God have I took too much?

("I won't let you die")

I take my own finger and cover it in my own blood.  I offer it to his lips.  He licks it carefully.  Then I put my finger in his mouth, letting him taste it fully.  He sucks hard.  I cover three of my fingers in blood and let him suck them too.. Then i lead him to the line for himself.  He suckles me tenderly and gently at first..

Only to strongly suck the blood from me almost as violently as I did him.  I feel it in me.. in him.. us connecting in that moment...

This is bliss...

I drag him up my his hair to my lips again.  I drink my own blood from his mouth as he does with me.  His eyes close and I hear his breathing slow.

And he dies on top of me.  After a while i burst into tears pleading with him and telling him how sorry I am..  Telling Angel how sorry i am..

I push him off me.

I'm disgusting.... I'm NOTHING.  Disgusting murderous bitch... WHORE... KILLER.. SLUT.. DEMON... VAMPIRE...

I break down in tears, my body covered in my blood and his, and stay there until day.  But I get up off the floor and go back to bed.  I pull Angel under the covers and sit him comfortably.  I watch a familiar paleness come over his face.  I trace the lines and contours of his face lovingly, passing the time between the sun rising and the sun setting.

I don't leave the bed all day and night.

I can feel the sun go down now.  Sinking slowly behind the hills..

I touch my lovers face in anticipation.  In drinking him.. making him.. something in me came undone.  Like a beast inside me, howling as my humanity let go.  I feel different.  I caress his cold cheek on the bed beside me..

I don't have a clue what happens next.  How can I teach him to be a vampire when I don't even know.  I wasn't taught, was I?  Did the Master give me Vamp 101 as a fledging and I don't remember it?  Now I understand the whole Sire childe thing.  The bloodlust, the drive, the need, the want, connected always.

(you want Angelus)

(I want him.  All of him.  Every part mine.  Human Liam, Soul Angel and demon Angelus.)

Wake up, my love.
 
 

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