That tree outside your bedroom window does have its uses. I actually didn't expect you to be home. Thought you'd go back to being Big Girl On Campus but you were home. Wish you weren't? You should have seen the fucking look on her face when she saw his body - really not intact - swinging in the wiind. I thought you were going to pass out. C'mon Buffy. Take it like a man. 

All the while you were discovering your impotent cretin of a boyfriend and all his organs inside out on that tree, I was watching.
Just watching.
And laughing my ass off. 

But mainly watching. 

Watching your delicate hands fly up to your face in shock. I watched you shake all over. Your fuckable body creating mini tremors all over, convulsions.

I watched the tears fall silently at first, because you were numb. I watched you cry out in hurt and pain and revulsion. Your sore, hurt cry echoed through my empty body. And I grinned and laughed and rejoiced that you were in pain. I fucking loved it baby. I got all nostalgic. Watching you then was like watching you when you found out I killed Jenny. When you collapsed against your window frame. You slowly slid to the floor rocking yourself and crying. Why were you so surprised? Huh? You must have KNOWN I would go after Officer Dead-Heap-And-Now-Collecting-Fly-Friends.

Because you know me. You know Angel but you also know me. You should have been ready. I mean, fuck him, you didn't even call. Hey Riley, my ex-boyfriend has just turned psycho so watch your back. Poor Riley. Not even a warning. When you think about it, this is all your fault really. Oh yes. 

And now walking away from you - what Angel did best - your house, your fucking white picket fence and your boyfriend who looks like he was used in a medical experiment that went kinda fucked up.

I'm thinking which Slayerette to do next. Xander maybe. That Willow always did turn me on.

God so many decisions. I could do Xander and that would really hurt the Witch. I've already killed Xander's ex-girlfriend Cordy so that's cut ice with him. Plus I think being in the same town as him and his cheap aftershave is giving me a rash. I would turn him but I think as a vampire he would bug me even more. So I go to his house and round the back.

To watch.

He lives in the basement. Well there's a lifestyle choice we ALL thought, sorry, fucking KNEW he would make. 

Stupid prick. I bend down and look through the tiny window. He's got his back to me, watching TV alone. I strain further and see it's some porn movie. And GREAT! He's jacking off. Fan-fucking-tactic. Last thing I want is him horny. Probably try to fuck my leg, the poof. 

Then again, who wouldn't? I surprised people walk past me in the street without trying to fuck my brains out. I go round to the front door and knock politely. An older woman comes to the door. About 45 or so. Smoking a cigarette. "Yes?"

"Hi, Mrs.." Fuck, fuck what's his last name. "Harris."

"You a friend of Xander's?"

"Could say that."

"Right." She stands there and takes a drag of the cigarette. "Well? Come in."

"Thanks for the invite," I chuckle and step inside.

"Frank and I are going out. Tell Xander we'll be home in a few hours."

"Will do Mrs. Harris," I grin. She looks lop sided at me. "Have we met before?" Stupid bitch. "No I don't believe we have. I'm just back in Sunnydale. Thought I'd come round and see Xander myself."

"OK. FRANK! You boys have fun," she said fixing her earrings.  An older man comes out with their coats and they leave. 

I turn and go to the basement access. On the way I stop at a picture frame. It's Xander about 5 years old. With Willow on their bikes. Even then she probably had a thing for him. What an ignorant prick. I'm gonna make the post mortem easy but opening him up in as many places as possible. I try the door but it's locked. Quietly, I pick the lock and go in. I close the door behind me gently. Surprise is always good.

I mean; did you see the look on Buffy's face when I surprised her tonight? Guess not. So I walk down the stairs. Xander's moaning along to the video and pumping himself. Fuck.

"Xander," I say loudly.

"Jesus Christ," he says pulling up his pants and turning round. "Angel! What the Hell you doing back in Sunnydale? And in my house?"

What? WHAT? Why the FUCK doesn't he know? Has little Buff been keeping our rendezvous a secret? Thought she would let everyone be on alert but fuck no. She is something else. It's one thing to put your dumb fuck boyfriend in danger but the precious Scooby Brats? Tut tut Slayer.

"Riley Finn's dead," I tell him in a low voice. Then I sit down while he stares at me. "Good movie?" He switches the TV off and stands by it.

"Riley's dead? Poor Buffy. I need to call her. After she got attacked --"
Attacked, she begged me to fuck her, to bite her. "Buffy got attacked?" I say panicked.

"Angel it was... Look don't get upset..."
Am I fuck you stupid gay boy! I did it!! ME! Only she wanted it.

"She won't talk. She can't."

"Was I that good?" I smirk.

"What?" Xander says stepping back going white.

"Buffy and I up a tree. F-u-c-k-i-n-g. Or more accurately in her bed in her dorm room."

"Angelus?"

"Oh my GOD it was one Helluva a fuck. I beat you again Xander. Why haven't you moved in on Soul boy’s territory since he left? I was back a night and in her." I stand up and I can see every blood cell drain away from his face. 

No problem. I just have to suck harder.

"Shut up! That's my friend you're--"

"Fucking? Oh my God Xander. Did I ever tell you about these little noises she makes during sex. Little grunts as she digs her nails into my thighs. And after she comes it's like this little... sigh... almost."

"Why... would Angel..."

"ANGEL never. Angelus did. I didn't have a Soul when I cruised into Sunnydale down the highway at 110 miles an hour the other night. Buffy didn't know what had happened but we made love. Even though she knew what was going to happen."

"You bastard."

"I hope you're referring to me. Did I mention I killed Cor and Wes back in LA where I help the shitless?"

"I'll kill you," Xander says in his best grown up dark voice.

"Like fuck you will," I say advancing on him. He backs against his sink. He glances to the outside door. "I blocked it."

He stays silent. 

"Oh, you think Buffy's gonna come in and save your ass just like she's done ever since you met her? Trust me, she can't swat the flies off poor Agent Dead Fuck never mind stop me."

Still he looks towards the door. "You really got to use to Buff swooping in and saving the day. What happens now?"

Quickly, he grabs the washing line down and wraps it around my neck. He takes a swing at me and then darts for the upstairs door. I rip the line off me and go after him. I take a fistful of his jumper as he goes up the stairs and pull him back so he collides with the wall. Then I wrap a hand around his neck and throw him over to the couch. "You afraid Xander?"  He just silently braces himself against the sofa.

I don't need him to answer. I smell the fear. It's beautiful tangible smell that makes my stomach knot and soar. Mortal fear—is there anything sweeter? I know, again with the fucking Penn like clichés but Jesus, the sweat and the fear coming off on Alexander Harris right now? I couldn't make it smell any better unless I squeezed his blood through his pores. Oh God that's a fucking fantastic idea.

"Where are the quips now? The puns? The promises of Buffys-Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass? Because Xander it's all not true in the end. In the end we have us in a room and me with the horny intent of slowly torturing you. No ad-breaks just pure, beautiful torture. And in the end the upside is, you won't feel a thing. Because you'll be hanging ten with Agent 
Finn in the mortuary," I taunt cruelly.

What's that I see? Tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Realization that his day has come. And it's gonna be me, his worst enemy, that brings it.

His mouth curls also like he's gonna burst into tears. Upset, broken. He puts his head down and his hair flops over his eyes. He brushes away the tears and tries to look defiantly at me. But he can't. His ass is mine. His head drops back down and his body shakes. "This is it?" He asks in a wavering voice. This part I love. "Isn't it? Please--" He chokes. "Do it fast."
 

"Pfft!" 

I want to roll on the floor with laughter. He looks shocked for some fucking reason. "You want me to pass up the opportunity of slowly torturing, maiming and killing you? Not fucking likely Xand. Now I'm gonna have to improvise here. With Fish boy I had pokers to hand and everything but with you," I pick up a fork. "Things will be more interesting. Little blunt," I remark. "Blunt is good."

I tied Xander to the four small posts of his bed to keep him still while I have my fun. "So what first Xander my boy? Any preference?" I grin as I come to a box of soap powder. "Maybe we should clean out that foul, disgusting cock-sucking mouth of yours." I rip it open and stride over. Xander's jaw is clenched tight.

Without trying to open it I stand back. "If you don't let me I'll crush your jaw and then you’ll have no choice but to keep it open. It'll be agony."

Reluctantly, he parts his lips. I pour about half the box down his throat. He chokes and splutters and every time the gag reflex comes into play, I clamp my hand down over his mouth forcing it down. Tears sting his eyes and his face is going red with frustration and desperation. 

"Want a little water to help that go down?" 

His red puffy eyes just stare at me. I walk over to the sink and he coughs up soapy white clouds until I come back over. 

"About 2 litres should do it." 

I start pouring it down hard and fast.

He gags and flusters like he's going to drown. He tries to gulp down as much as possible. Then he tries to turn his head away. I stop pouring and crack my elbow down on the side of his face. He yelps in agony and turns his head back. "Calm down. I'm hardly gonna kill you now and not get the couple of hours torture I signed up for?" I smirk. He starts to cry—again. "I never... I never got to tell Anya..." he starts trying to keep his voice steady.

I look around for more fun toys. I open the microwave and score: the glass plate. To the non-Angelus bystander you might think this is just a machinery utensil but to me... I can do so many wonderful torturous things.

"I never got to tell her I love her," he says as I pull out the glass hot plate. "I'll be sure to when I rip her throat out."

"You touch her and—"

"What? You'll be dead remember?" He doesn't respond. I bring the glass dish over. I hover it over his head and the without warning drop it. It shatters but because it was so heavy Xander gets a little out of it. I pick the sharpest piece I can find. I stab it through his right knee and leave it there as the blood gushes out around the impaled giant shard.
He screams of course—who wouldn't? That sound—the human scream—is like nothing else. The way I feel when I hear that...

I twist it and pull it out so the wound won't close. He cries in pain, literally cries. Tears falling steadily down his face. Then I rip his shirt off. "What—are—"
 

"Before you pass out from more pain, I'm gonna write my Buffy a message. It seems no one knew that Angelus was back. Fuck, do I have to put out a memo? Hey what about a loudspeaker? All friends of Slutty the Vampire Slayer refrain from going out or inviting dark haired fuckable men in your homes because Angelus is back and he's going to kill you." 

I inscribe a short letter to my darling Buffy on his chest. Listening to the glass scrape the skin turned my face feral and I am sooo hungry. One little suck can't hurt. 

But I resist... for now.

Xander screamed as I wrote 'Buffy' and 'Soon' but by the time I go to the O in 'Love' he stopped and just shook in pain. When I looked up he had nearly bit the skin clean off his lip.

What else to do? I find a pair of toenail clippers and a box of toothpicks. 

Did I mention I love being a vampire? 

I throw his socks and shoes off, hitting his hard boots over his head just for fun. Carefully, I insert the toothpicks under his toenails. Once they're in, using the heel of my palm protecting by the TV remote control, I drive them right in. Humans have so many nerves in their feet you'd be surprised. 

On some toes it lifts the nail clean off. On others, the toothpick drives diagonally in to pierce the nail bed. Once all of them are in deep, I take the toenail clippers and wriggle 
them about. He grips the sheets and prays for it to end. 

"Didn't think you were a man of God Xander. Amazing what you'll say when on the receiving end of bloody torture." 

Finally I rip all the tooth picks out and get the Buy Bulk concentrate vinegar from under the sink. I throw it over all his wounds. 

Now that's gotta be torture. 

It's a bit more fun torturing vampires. Mortal bodies are so fragile. After two solid hours of torture, Xander’s nearly dead. I can tell. I untie him and pull him up. Accidentally I brush his crotch to discover it's soaking wet. And I don't mean with piss. The prick GOT OFF on me torturing him. Sick Fuck. And he has a Soul.

"We've come to the end of the end Xander. For you anyway. I still have the Witch and Anya to do. I'll pass on your regards." 

Without anything further I tear into his neck with my teeth and suck the bastard dry.

And I mean dry. 

When done, I prop him up on the bed and call Willow. Sure, she'd love to hear from Xander.

Willow is sitting on the step of the Harris's house. She hasn't moved since she saw Xander, ran out, puked up and started crying. Now she's just sitting there. 

And I'm watching.

Again.

Watching her think.

About me. I know she is. She saw Buffy's message. She knows I'm back in town. Yet she's sitting on a step in broad night waiting for me. That's interesting. I see Joyce’s car pull up. A dejected Buffy slid out the jeep and walks over to Willow. She sits on the step and embraces the Witch who starts shaking and crying again. And here I am again.

Watching.

I'm still watching the Witch.

Waiting for the right moment.

And here it is.

Buffy dropped her off home. As she waves my Slayer goodnight, I appear from the bushes. "Willow."

Quickly, she pulls a cross from her jacket. "You think I wasn't ready? Huh?" She says strongly.

Gotta hand it to her. "I think I'm turned on Ms Rosenberg," I grin.

Swiftly, I knock the cross from her hand and twist her wrist behind her back. Her face is turned to mine as I pull her arm to breaking point behind her. I turn into my true face. I kiss her hard so she can feel my fangs. I push us up the stairs to the porch and kick opens the door. No ones ever home except Willow at the Rosenberg’s'. Angel's lurking told me that. 

"Invite me in."

"Kill me here," she challenges. "How very moral and just and innocent of you Willow," I grin. "Now fucking invite me in!"

"No!"

"I'll find your werewolf and kill him if you don't invite me." Silence from our resident red head. I push her arm more. 

"I invite you in," she says nearly crying. I push her in and she sprawls against the hardwood floor. 

"Listen Will, I'm kinda tired. Let's just get it done." I jump on top of her on the floor. I softly brush her hair back and loosen her collar. I moan and nuzzle her neck.

"Willow. Just think.." I bite her.

She yelps in pain.

Then I slowly start to drain her as she makes a strangled sound. Before death I stop and look at her. Her head rolled to the side. "You wanna be like me."

"No..." She says faintly but clearly.

"So that's the last thing you want?" She nods.

I smirk. "I promise you you'll like being damned for eternity," I say slitting my wrist. I press it to her mouth. After a few drops fall down her throat she feels the adrenaline, the rush. Her tongue flicks out and laps the blood. Then she uses her two hands to tighten her grip as she sucks as much as mortally possible.

Then I draw my arm back. "You like your darkness. So does Buffy. I'll see you soon, Will, in the unlife," I grin and walk out the house leaving Willow dying and the door wide open.

As I walk away, I begin laughing.  Not psychotic, just laughing.

Riley - Xander - Willow. 

Who's next on my fucked up list? 

Giles and Joyce no doubt. I think I'll go watch that Watcher. But I'll have to drop in on 
Buff and see how she's coping without Willow or Xander. 

You know I love watching that Slayer in pain. 

I love watching my Slayer
 
 

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