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What Should Be Done
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Angelus watched his boy, who was asleep on the vast bed, with careful concentration.

Everything was wrong.

William shouldn't be breathing and looking so natural doing so. Angelus wanted to break every single one of William's ribs and force the fragments into the useless lungs. To teach a lesson that breathing was an indeed painful practice and should be stopped immediately.

William shouldn't retain the innocence that should been lost as soon as the demon took over. What a sire should do was to order the blonde to shift into his true face, then be ordered to pull his own fangs out. Innocence could be replaced with experience, for William would never treasure what he had until he lost it. And two months without sinking his fangs into flesh would surely do the trick.

William shouldn't have the feline grace in his sprawl, especially when Angelus himself took so long to perfect it. Just for that offense, Angelus had every right to shatter the tender tissues connecting the joints and leave crawling as the only option to William. Thus providing amusement for the whole family as well as destroying any further chance of upping his superior with his careless yet graceful postures -- for vampire healing could only do so much when it came to certain parts of the body. Angelus had practiced on many minions to discover that wonderful bit of information.

William shouldn't let the candle light illuminate every inch of his marble-like skin and thus making his sire jealous of the flame -- for it was caressing his precious boy. The perfect punishment would be to scorch the alabaster flesh with the fire, all the while inhaling the delicious scent of burnt flesh and listening to agonized screams. Or maybe Angelus could simply slice open the skin with the candlestick then proceed to rip it off, piece by piece. A smirk curled around his lips at the thought of hearing the unique sound of skin leaving flesh.

William shouldn't be able to make Angelus, a man who had had more men, women and demons than the years William had been on this earth, harden within seconds. The boy was mocking him, Angelus was sure of it. Perhaps he should tie the boy up and fuck him until the urge went away. Or better yet, tear William open with a rare weapon he picked up in China. A thick bat, almost five inches in diameter, full with spikes. Rip the ignorant childe a hole so deep and wide, so Angelus could see William's tonsils through his anus. No secrets to hide and then, Angelus shall discover the magic William seemed to have cast on him.

William shouldn't stir something deep within Angelus's heart and make the older vampire believe that this moment could be paradise. It must be the boy's angelic looks. Maybe the solution was crushing those amazingly defined cheekbones, cutting off his nose that twitched adorably whenever a prey was selected, gouging out those sapphire eyes that seemed to spoke volumes, and burning off those full, luscious lips.

Angelus took a step forward and raised his hand to hover above William's sleeping face. With one swift punch, he could crush the cheekbones and have the satisfaction of watching William's once beautiful features becoming disfigured. He raised his hand and pulled back his arm, preparing for a vicious strike.

He swung.

Yet in midair, the force left his arm and his fingers fell upon William's face in a caress.

~ END ~