"You're crazy !"

 "On no.  I'm a Vampire !"

Buffy.

It's all about little Buff.

After Cor's Oscar winning performance there, Wes tried to throw me into the elevator shaft.  What our Champion of Ex Watchers failed to see was a swiftneck breaking on behalf of yours truly.  Then Cordy started flappin'.

Oh Wesley’s dead, Oh poor Wesley etcetera, etcetera.  You get the picture.

Like I give a shit.

It really has been a while since soul boy and I switched places.  Now he's in torment soaking up the heat down there in Hell.

Don't get me wrong, Hell was fun but I’d rather be back here on earth.

Free again.

And Buffy.

But Wes said somethin' about it not being permanent.

Fuck!  I can't have that.  And I know the only way to truly lose my soul.

'Perfect Happiness' with the only woman who oozes with sex in this world.

An evil grin twists my lips when I think of it.

Buffy.

That girl.

Well first I gotta take care of my actress ho in the corner and poor, pathetic Cordy in front of me.

"You know Cordelia," I smirk.  "I've got places to be.  So I'll make this quick. Wait.  No I won't."  I thrust out my arm and grab her neck.  She gropes around for something to fight back with.

Got to hand it to her.  She's not the whiny defenseless victim whose head is being used to create the perfect girl anymore.

"Cordelia, Cordelia," I toot.  She starts to choke.  "You only make it harder on yourself."

I haul her towards me and then throw her against the caging of the elevator. She whimpers and backs up against it and moves slightly to the side away from the window.

Out of the corner of my eye I see 'Raven' trying to make her escape.

"Not leaving us so soon Ms Lowell?" I ask her.  She freezes with fear.  I turn back round to Cordelia.  She quickly takes one of Soul boy’s swords down from the wall and strikes me across the face with it fully sheathed. It has stunned me enough for her to remove the cover.

She holds the point against my chest pressing it firmly against my cool dead flesh.

"You think I won't?" She growls.  I feel a deep growl of my own erupting from my own stomach.

A different kind of beast.

Hunger.

I quickly grabbed the blade of the sword and pull it easily off her.

"The Soul into the antiques?" I ask smirking.   I was an expert swordsman back in the day as I swish the sword, darting from side to side near Cordelia’s face. I slide the blade lightly down her jawbone.  I drop the sword to my side and come closer.

It's so cliché, Hell I bet you Penn—the most prosaic one I've ever Sired wouldn't even use this expression but, I can smell the fear.  Vamps can tell the victims that line too much in one lifetime you know?  Blah blah blah big stinky mortal fear blah blah blah.  It's intoxicating that it buries its scent beneath my skin, crawling to my heart and my stomach.

"You know from the first moment the Soul saw you he wanted to taste you.  He's just a vampire and like any vampire, he craves what he denies us both.” I explain. “Blood. The living.  Instead he tried to walk alongside you.  But the truth dear Cordelia is that he wanted to kill you.  The darkness demanded it.  And so do I," I growl in a low tone into her ear.  She seems to have given up, now I have pinned her against the wall.

A solitary tear rolls down her cheek.  I slowly pull back her hair over her shoulder to reveal the bare neck underneath.  I graze my fingertips over the vein letting myself be teased by the pounding of the pulse.  Letting myself feel all the sweet blood there for the taking.

Then I take her by sinking my teeth into her pumping veins and drink from her.

Hell, this is good.  I feel her blood tingling my dead skin and flowing down my throat like a thick forbidden elixir, once forgotten, twice cursed making it all the more desirable.

Cursed.  Hmm.  Some fucking choice of words

She trembles of course and crying out when I bite her while I continue to feel her life draining away with every drop I drink.  She slowly lets go of life as her eyes close.  Then I drop her to the ground with a thud.  I look at my hand and lick the blood of my fingers turning to Rebecca.  I find myself aroused by Cordelia’s slow steady death and I'm hard as a rock.

I walk up to Rebecca and she's shaking with tears streaming down her face.

"It was you that freed me Rebecca. Should I be grateful? Change you like you wanted?" I sneer at her. "You do wanna be like me don't you?"

"You're a monster," her low voice manages to crackle out.

"No shit.  What did you think? I was the teletubby variety of vampiredom?  Oh no baby.  I'm the worst the darkness has got.  I'm your worst nightmare," I say, pressing myself to her up against the window.  She feels my hardness and gasps. I smirk at her.  "Are you blushing Ms Lowell?"

Without waiting for an answer, I grab a fistful of hair and yank her head to the side.  Without waiting I viciously bite in to her and suck hard.  After a few seconds I let her drop.

That was refreshing.  Now where does Soul boy keep his keys?

I gotta get me back to Sunnydale to work off this hard on.

What they gonna do?  Give me a fuckin' parking ticket?

I can sense her you know.  Little somethin' the soul left behind.

I go up to her dorm room door in Stevenson Hall.  Then I knock.

The door opens and here she is.

Buffy.  The Slayer.  My Slayer.

"Angel…" She says her voice trailing off.

"Buffy," I say in the best needy-puppy Angel way I could manage without throwing up.

"What are you...?”

"I need to talk to you.  Can I...?"

"Come in," she half finishes, half invites.  She holds the door open for me. I stride in and notice that we're alone.  I grin evilly but when I turn to face her, my face straightens.

"This is nice," I say arching my eyebrows.  I notice my Buff looks a little worse for wear.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says rubbing her neck.  "I'm just a little tired."  She sits down.  "Actually, you coming were the last thing I needed.  Oh God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.  It's just, Faith. She came, she reeked havoc and she left."

"What'd she do?" I ask concerned.  Not.  I don't give a shit what Faith did. So why am I asking?  To act like the Soul boy.  I'm telling you, this whole thing better go down the way I want it to and soon.  I can't fucking STAND playing the poof another minute than I have to.

"She uncoma-ed.  She switched bodies, which would have been sooo funny except she slept with Riley."  Then she looks up realizing the information she just told me - or Soul boy.

"Riley who?"  A boyfriend of my Buff?  Right, another fuck I gotta pull apart.  I feel a bloody brutal torture coming on.  Like a show tune almost..

"Riley Finn.  I-I has a boyfriend Angel.  He's in the Initiative, which is like the army but..." she says slowly. "He thought Faith was me and--"

Correct again Angelus.  That prick's top of my shit list.  Like, the top.

"And he made love to her.  Buffy, I came here to tell you," Ah shit, here goes.  Gotta do it if I wanna stay souless and fancy free.  "I want you back. I need you back."

Please, like a hole in the head Buff.  Just wanna fuck ya and screw ya over like every guy that's done then same.  'Cluding Angel.

"Angel--" She murmurs.  "Am I dreaming?"

Fucking idiot.

"No Buffy you're not dreaming," I say softly.  I sit down beside her.  She rests her head against my shoulder and I feel her warmth.  Her perfection. Na, this sentimental shit is coming from the Soul.  The drugs must be wearing off.  I can't be... like that for the fuckin' Slayer.

"This is what I dreamt," she says closing her eyes.  "Many times."

She feels so close... No.  That’s just the bloodlust talkin'.

"Angel.  Tell me you love me.  Please.  I miss you so much it hurts. In here. It hurts the way I can't stand and I can't stay still," She takes her head off my shoulder.  "Please," she begs as she looks into my eyes.  She's got piercing hazel eyes has the Slayer.

"I love you Buffy." It didn't feel as soul sucking as I thought it would.  I love you Buffy.  Doesn’t sound all that bad either.  Wait.  What's happenin' to me?  I'm pussy whipped.  Fuck.  But I need this.  To keep that soul in hell. Jesus. Everything was sooo simple before this fucking gypsy curse.

You know who I fucking blame?  My oh so fucking great Sire, Darla.  She was the one who brought the girl to me.  She shared in her blood a little.  Yet I'M the one who has to suffer a fucking CENTURY tied inside a body with a fucking Soul I despise.  And after getting free last time, I thought about nothing but Buffy.  Nothing.

"I love you Angel," she says tracing my lips.  She kisses me and her mouth is so incredibly hot.  It seals off my own cold own and her tongue meets with mine.  I pull slowly away from her.

"What is it?" She asks me.  She looks so fragile.  My attention is drawn to her pumping neck vein. It throbs, it cries out to be bit.  For me to sink my fangs into the hot flesh and rip her apart.  To drain her dry. But I resist. Until I get what I what.

"I want--I want to make love to you Buffy," I whisper.  Before she can protest I kiss her again, this time harder as I get harder.  My erection is almost forcing its way out of these pants.

I need her.

I want her.

I will have her.

I start kissing her neck and everywhere that fuck Riley hasn't touched right.  I slide down the shoulders of her top and tempt myself further with the neck vein.  I kiss the scar the Soul has given her and work my way down.

"Angel..." She whispers.  As I'm leaving no part of her neck and shoulders untouched, she slips her fingers through my shirt and unbuttons it slowly.She pulls of the shirt and the duster in one go.

I pause and pull off her top.  I continue to kiss and caress her body. I move up a little and move Buffy onto the bed further.  She wriggles her skirt off.  I stop for a second.

I admire her in her bra and panties.  She looks so helpless, so vulnerable lying there.

I have to take her.

She covers my mouth with hers and again her tongue trying to satisfied herself yet unable to. While kissing me, she unbuttons the metal button fly.  One button.  Then the second and third together.  Finally the fourth lets me come free.  The Soul went Commando today.  Full and hard.  Buffy glances down at it.  I slip of her panties and throw them out of sight.  I wrap my arms around her little body and undo her bra with ease.  Centuries of 
practice, I grin to myself.

I pull back a little and position ready.  Soul no more, I tell myself.

But is that why I'm doing this?

No.

Passion.

Hate.

Blood.

The Souls yearning need for Buffy hasn't left the body and I think I'm beginning to like it.

Only in a homicidal I-wanna-kill-the-Slayer way, you understand.

"Angel," she says softly.  "Don't stop.  I love you."

I kiss her hard.  With one thrust I'm inside her.  She moans in pleasure.  She then wraps her strong legs around my lower back.  I pull back out and then started rocking in and out in a rhythm.  So, vicious, ferocious as I go in each time but some how gentle and passionate.

Buffy and I move in time.  Crying out in pleasure as I thrust again and again. Our pelvis moving in sync with each other, smashing against each other sweetly.  Perfectly compatible.

She's mine.

Then I can feel myself coming and can hear Buffy close to her climax as well.

I try and hold back for longer.  A good kind of pain.  I fuck her harder and faster.

Then I come inside her and I can almost feel her shiver as my cold dead semen shoots inside her hot insides.

Then Buffy in turn orgasms arching up to reach her peak and then relaxes.  I roll over and withdraw from her.  Buffy is still breathless.  I sit on the side of the bed head in hands thinking. I can still feel myself dripping a little.

I don't feel any change.  Still no Soul.  Did it work?

"Angel," Buffy asks lying back on the bed.

"Yeah?" I say back.

"Are you OK?"

"Fine.  You?"

"I mean... God what have I done," she whimpers. She wraps the sheet around her and gets out bed.  "Angel?"

I turn round still naked.

I grin.  I think I did it.  I think I'm finally free.  But Buffy's touch... Buffy's smell. I have to have her again and again and again.

And again.

She is mine.

"Name's Angelus," I say revealing my true face.  She covers her mouth slowly with her hands.

"I did..." She quietly wails.

"Na.  You were great though," I smirk.   She sits down in shock.  "Buff I've been Angelus since I walked through the door."

"How..."

"Ask Cordelia.  Wait.  They say you really shouldn't disturb the dead, So don't bother with Wesley either.  Some client gave me a little happy pill to loosen Angel up.  It freed me and gave me the small window of opportunity to come and fuck you to lose my soul permanently.

"You're just so fuckin' stupid Buff," I grin putting my shirt on.  Then I pull on my jeans.  "Great window huh?"

I walk over to her and grab her by the shoulders.  She lets out a yelp and sobs.  Aww.  Raise your hand if you feel sorry for the Slayer.

Nope.

I shake her hard.  Then I see that neck vein.  Teasing me, taunting me, going double time.

"Looks like I gotta a lot of work to do," I grin.  "But it was good wasn't it?  You needed the darkness Buff."

"No…"

"You wanted it Buffy.  You wanted it more than you wanted life.  The desire, the longing for the Soul.  Think how he would feel if he was here now. Knowing you had sex with me instead of him.  How could you not know Buffy?"

I throw her back onto the desk.

"Hey, isn't that the same problem you and Sergeant Silly Fuck are having right now?" I grin turning my back.  I turn back round to face the shattered Slayer.  "Some would argue, you belong together.  But not me Buff.  You're beautiful little ass is mine.  And since Sergeant Soon-to-be-a-dead-bastard touched you where only I should, I'm gonna have to torture, maim and kill him slowly. Failing that, if I get bored, I'll rip his throat out.  Who else Buffy?  Oh yeah Spike was tellin' the Soul bout a college guy you screwed after one date. Might give people the wrong impression Buffster.  Like you're a slutor something.  My childe also came up with a clever word play for you – Slutty the Vampire Slayer.  I like that honey."
 

She looks away from me in disgust of the whole college guy incident.  In disgust of herself.  I can feel what she feels.  She feels dirty, unclean, and unfaithful to Angel.

"So what's next Buffy?  Little kink, little more of that or do you stake me now?"

She looks straight up at me.  I'm so close now I can feel her tiny little body shaking mini tremors all over.

"Because you'll never get your true love back."

After turns round and then without warning punches my jaw. Only half her Slayer strength.  She tries to go again but I block it and force both her wrists onto the table behind her.

I see that neck vein.

I really can't resist.

But I won't kill her.

What?  Why not?  What's wrong with me?  What the FUCK is wrong with me?  Why can't I?  I should... but what?

Because I want her.  Again. And again just like she wants the darkness in me.

I nuzzle her hair over her shoulder. Softly and tenderly.  Not like the way I ripped Rebecca or Cordelia's neck.  But sensually.  I growl and bite into it.  I Begin to suck long and softly. She winces and lets out a small cry of pain. She lets me.  Her body relaxes and she succumbs to this.  What she's been itching for the better part of the year ever since the Soul tore into her flesh and half drained her. 

She just stands there.  Exhausted, defeated.  Dirty, disgusting whore - unfaithful to Angel.  I try to go slower but I can't.  The blood spills down her bare back reddening the sheets.  I grip her tightly as the swallow the blood.  Then I remove my fangs out of her shoulder.  Dizzily she falls forwards into my arms.

What the fuck do I do now?  I didn't drain her enough to kill because... actually I don't know the Hell why.  It comes back to the same thing.  I want her more than I've ever wanted Darla or Dru or the thousands of women over the years.

And it disgusts me.

This is the Slayer we're talkin' about!  Her and the Soul can have this big torrid R+J relationship cuz he's all tortured.

But me  I'm the baddest mother fucker on the face of the earth. This Slayer's gonna destroy me.

So I have to hurt her.

And pain, pain is good.

So I scoop her up in my arms and then lay her body on the bed. Fuck it if she bleeds to death.  Really, I don't care.

But if she's dead I can't kill all her friends to torture her. And I can't get another fuck.

I'll call Willow and she'll find her.

It's been a few hours after sunset now and Buff's been discharged from the hospital.  They don't have the beds and I didn't take too much from her.

She still isn't talking though.  Seen Joyce and Rupert and the Scooby Brats go in to see her but she hasn't said a word about me.

Not a word.

The doctors, they noticed blood elsewhere, a fight and struggle and they think she was raped.

Was she fuck.

She was fucked.  There is a difference.  One is that she begged me for it. She shouldn't have because it didn't matter whether it was Angel or Angelus inside her.  She just needed it. Either way, it would be the same outcome.

Me.  Back.

Her worst fear and greatest fuck.

I lit up my cigarette and take a long drag.

God I missed this.  Another fucking pleasure the Soul keeps from us.  What am I am gonna die from lung cancer or something?  I'm already dead.

See I'm always in him.  I don't vacation at all.  Part of me is in him trying to tempt his tortured self to let me out.

I'm standing by the tree as Willow and Joyce help her into the car.  I take another drag and blew the smoke out in front of me.  I flick the cigarette away and get in my car as they start to drive away.

I'm thinking about whom to kill first.  And how to do it?  I think Sergeant Dead Fuck will be first on my list.  Did a little homework during the day.  I'm a very well read psychotic killer you know.

I pull off the road behind the Buffster and co. and turn into the road to the college.

After a while I’m at the frat house I was told he lives. I go up to the door and knock.

A black kid opens it.  Kinda lanky and stupid.

"Whassup man what you want?" He asks.

"I'm lookin' for Riley Finn.  Told he lives here."

"Riley.  All right."  he holds the door open.

"What's wrong wit' chu?" He asks.

"Nothing," I grin.  I can feel the barrier of the threshold.

"You be trying my patience man?  You comin' in?"

I walk in the door and look around.

"I'm Matt," he says.  "Finns' room is just along there."

I follow the finger direction and find myself at his door.  Not that I have to.  I can smell Buffy.  Not in there obviously, but she's been in there. With this fuck.  Having sex.  The putrid, disgusting, rich smell is all over this house.  I knock.

"Who is it?"

"I'm a friend of Buffy’s," I say through the door.

"Come in," he says.  I see this blond kid sittin' on the edge of his bed holding a foam ball.  He's wearing a green jumper and brown pants.  "What's wrong with Buffy?"

Jesus it's intoxicating.  I can smell both of them in here together, fucking.  Their scents mingled together.  Fuck it's disgusting.

She hasn't been here in a while though.

"You didn't hear," I say with my back to him looking at his shelves.  "Buffy was taken into hospital last night.  Blood lose from what looked like a bite."  This kid might as well have Dr Seuss on his shelves but from the plethora of Psychology I'm guessing Psyche student.  Like he could understand The Map and Inner Workings of the Human Mind?  He looks as stupid as his name sounds.

"A bite," he echoes.  He's got this accent like he's from Mid-east America somewhere. Iowa or some shit.  "Is she gonna be OK?"

"She's gonne be fine.  No one thought to tell you?" I say turning around and smirking again.  "You two can't be that close."

"We are," he protests.  "I mean we were.  Going through a kind of break right now.  Buffy needs her space.  I never got your name."

I turn back around.  "Angel."

"Angel," he says again.  Does this dumb fuck have to repeat everything I say? "Buffy's never mentioned you."

"How about Angelus?  Mentioned him?"

"Angelus..." There he goes again. God I hate this prick.  "No."

"Shame.  Buffy and I... go way back.  The whole tragic 'we-come-from-two-different-worlds' deal.  She was the love of my life and I was the love of hers.  When she was 15 I first saw her."  I turn round to face him. "And fell in love.  I was her first."

"I'm not sure if I should hear this," Riley says.

"Well your gonna," I growl.  "Buffy is mine.  And I have issues with people having what's mine."  I walk over a grab the back of his neck hard and pull him up.  He cries out.

"What the Hell..."

"You want me to finish the story?" I shake him hard.  He nods.  I change into my vampire visage.  He tries to back away but I grip him tighter.  "Once upon a time there was a vampire.  And he was the meanest vampire in all the land," I recite remembering that Irish pricks words.  "Other vampires were so afraid of him.  Angelus.  Then one day he kills this gypsy girl and the elders conjure the worst torture possible.  They gave this vampire a soul. Angel. So for nearly a century he's all broody.  Then one day comes along a girl. Buffy, the Slayer.  They fall madly in love.  Then on her seventeenth 
birthday they make love." I pierce the back of his neck with my nails.

"And our Angel, experiencing a moment of true happiness, loses his soul, his conscience and everything that made him Angel. Angelus is back."  With all my strength I throw him against the wall face first.  He drops to the floor spitting out blood.  "Then Angelus kills her friends including her Watchers girlfriend.  Then the witch restores Angelus' Soul.  Angelus is no more.  Or so they thought."  As he tries to push himself up, I swiftly kick his stomach and he falls down in pain.

"There's this whole boring bit where she sends him to Hell and he comes back. Then after her graduation he leaves for LA.  In LA, Angel met an actress who drugs him and 'induces bliss'," I mock using air quotes. "Angelus is again back where he should be.  He drives to Sunnydale and finds his dear Slayer. He thinks that if he experiences perfect happiness in this small section of time, he'll stay bad.  So he has sex with his Buffy and then drinks her a little.  She was teasin' him you know?  So our Angelus hears of a no brain cunt that's been fucking his woman. So he seeks out the blond piece of shit to slowly torture and kill him.  Any guesses to who Angelus is yet?" I growl yanking him up by the hair.  "I'm gonna rip your throat out boy."

I punch his jaw and it shatters.  I let go of his head and then fiercely kick it.  He tries to fight back but I pull the door out and he smashes into it and he lies half conscious.  I grab his trouser belt part and throw him over my shoulder.

I think of what's to come and I can't help laughing.

Riley Finn, you're going to be tortured, murdered and then I'm going to do something inventive with your body.

Like hang it from a tree near Buffy’s dorm room.

You don't know what pain is boy.

I believe me when I say I'll show you.
 
 

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