I'd like to remind you, the reader, that this story contains rape, kinks and major character deaths. However, Faith and Angelus have a happy ending at least. I started writing this to cheer Kaz, Site Mistress of Spanking The Slayerettes. At the time I thought it would be easy and fun writing about Faith and Angelus, one of my favourite pairings. But then I realized that for some reason, my mind does not always like to write what it likes to read. It took a while to complete this, and Ifelt it to be too penis-centric. I considered making it a Fuffy fic, but I instead decided to leave it as a Faingelus piece.
Another important bit of information is that this story is narrated by Whistler.
"I'm not like you!"
Faith shoved out her last meager defense at Angelus. It hurt just to speak; he had nearly killed her three times. Why wouldn't he let it end? She was barely holding her own, let alone defeating him.
Angelus simply smirked and jerked the raven haired Slayer into his arms. His fanged mouth sought her own, and his kiss was unexpected and rough, breaking the tender skin of her bottom lip as his hand thrust between them.
Faith keened when her nipple was pinched, the trapped sound vibrating between their mouths. And despite her hatred for Angelus, she couldn't help but feel the pleasure and pain of the quick, possessive act stir her core to a simmering heat. Molten lava was actually more like it with her yeast infection.
No, no, I wouldn't tell you if that was her deal, I am after all sort of her guardian angel. Well, after Angelus. Where was I? Oh, right.
There Faith was, dripping wet from sparring with Angelus for the past ten minutes. Though she'd never admit it, even though she was ashamed of being rehabilitated and still wanting to boink the undead, she couldn't help herself. Angelus made her wet. Every cruel thing he said to invoke her wrath had worked. Rage made her horny. And then there was him. She didn't know why, only that he made her body stir as no other man had before.
Suddenly, her streaming train of embarrassing private thoughts were interrupted by the vampire's sinfully arousing whisper.
"You will be."
With that, he picked her up and carried her into the night, where his demonically chauffeured limousine was waiting. Being evil really paid.
It wasn't until the car had pulled out and begun to drive off to an unknown location that Faith slid out of the shock of what had just happened. He hadn't hurt her. He hadn't bitten her... he'd carried her to a limo.
Faith yanked the door handle to her right in the spacious automobile. She knew it was useless, but she had to try. She couldn't let Angelus have her blood, that much hadn't changed since the last time he'd wanted it. And she would die by her own hand before she let him sell her to a demon market or rape her or any other fun vampire activity Angelus was planning.
"Oh, stop that, honey," Angelus said, putting a near-crushing grip on her wrists and jerking her towards him, "Wouldn't want you to get tired before the fun's even started. I was just kidding when I said I liked a lass who'll lay down and think of England. I like my bitches to struggle."
Faith's hand wrenched free of Angelus's grip, and she moved to backhand him with supernatural strength. Her mistake was taking too long to raise her momentum. The precious split seconds building power in her strike left her open, and Angelus simply laughed harder, holding her arms with his clawed hands once again.
"That's it, bitch," Angelus said, leaning in to inhale the distinct scent of Faith's sweat, fear and arousal. "I was going to wait until we got back to my place, but if you insist..." Angelus freed one hand and ripped Faith's top from her body, exposing her unbound breasts to Angelus's sight. Suddenly, a possessive anger stirred within him. He preferred women of experience, and Darla had always been his primary load teaser. But the idea of Faith having sex with another man, the idea of Faith being looked at by another man... the idea of Faith's breasts swinging freely with her every move for another man's eyes filled him with a long-supressed rage. He would just have to see to it in her training that the impulse to be sexually independent was beaten out of her. For beneath his twisted sense of humour, there was some truth to his declared preference for obedient women.
"Angelus..." Faith's voice was barely a whisper, and if he had not been a vampire, Angelus would have had trouble hearing her words. "Touch me again and I will kill you. Getting Angel back will not matter anymore." She hated being dominated, particularly in bed. She had made the decision long ago that no man (or woman) would dominate her. If Angelus had taken heed of his own vampyric instincts, he might have taken warning at the twitch in Faith's jaw at his responding laughter. He might be stronger than her, and she might in fact be rusty. But Faith was a Slayer none the less, and he was about to find out what this one was made of.
Faith's arm jerked out, and her fist connected with the vampire's jaw. A sickening thud resounded in the air, as Angelus's head reeled from the blow. He felt his own blood well up in his mouth. The flaring rage within him was tempered as the rich flavour of his own aged blood assaulted his tongue. Savouring the taste, he decided to let Faith have her fun for a while. It would be more fun to break her that way.
The Slayer beat him viciously for several minutes; but in between feeling his head being knocked to different angles, Angelus lusted at the site of Faith's swaying breasts.
The cab jerked violently. Rodi, the tri-horned driver, dared not inquire about the events going on in the back seat. If Angelus was beating the girl or raping her, interfering would only bring him death. If the girl was beating or, from the looks of her slutty outfit, the true rapist, he didn't want to get involved until he could be sure that Angelus was dead. That vamp was fuckin' insane, Rodi mused to himself worriedly.
Tiring of Faith's beating, Angelus's hands shot out again, catching the topless Slayer and pinning her arms behind her as easily as he had scant minutes earlier. Faith attempted to wrench herself free, but failed miserably.
This time, Angelus savoured the look of her semi-nude body. The woman blushed as Angelus's eyes roved over her belly, ample breasts; even her well defined arms seemed to be holding his obsessive interest. And for the first time in years, Faith was actually nervous about the way a male was staring at her.
Uncertain of what to do, she suggestively shook her shoulders, not attempting to wrestle free, but enough to cause her tits to jiggle sassily before Angelus's raptly attentive gave. Perhaps if she could not fight him physically, she could control him sexually. His respoding growl let Faith know her tactic was working, and the look he gave her was one of pure smouldering lust.
Faith quickly found herself laying on her stomach, spread unceremoniously across the limousine floor. Angelus's frame pressed into her, and she almost smiled to herself as she felt his hands sliding across her entire body. But as Angelus's hands explored her, manually ravaging every inch of her partially-clothed body, Faith felt the arousal thriving between her legs; it had leapt to a new height.
Suddenly, unprovoked but not entirely unexpectedly, Faith felt like a worm. A worm on a sidewalk. On a hot summer day. Everything she had ever been told she was stuck inside of her. Ugly. A slut. Crazy. Evil. Too dark (from her Metis mother who'd wanted so desperately for her to be a little blonde PollyAnna). Built only for fucking. A monstrosity. And suddenly, uncontrollably, the tears came.
Keeping her feelings bottled up had never been one of Faith's strong suits, they either came out in condensed liquid teardrops or at the sharp end of a viable weapon. Now she wept for her lost redemption. She had tried so hard to be good, to become someone... not new, but... better. Someone who didn't want to hurt and kill people. Someone who didn't want to self destruct. Someone who wasn't turned on by an evil demon. Guess some things can't change, Faith thought to herself ruefully, as the demonic male above her stoked the fire between her legs to a sweltering heat.
Angelus lay on top of Faith, enjoying everything about their little exchange.
He's a demon who nails puppies to doors as Valentine's Day gifts, what'd you expect? He'd feel bad?
No, Angelus didn't shed a bloody tear. He could still smell her arousal, and the slight temerature changes in her skin and her minutely raised pulse let him know that Faith was as hot as ever. For him. He knew she was eaten up with guilt and shame, and it pleasured him beyond measure to see her in a twisted, out-of-control dance of balancing between pleasure and pain.
Besides, Angelus mused, the better for her to get used to fucking him, because his was the the only dick allowed her from now on.
Ok. Wait. Before we go any further, you're probably asking yourself a pretty basic question. How the fuck did this happen? What made him love her, you might wonder, and if he really does love her, why is this vamp so cruel and twisted? But, come on, you really thought either Angel or Angelus would love a seventeen year old blonde valley girl? As Buffy herself said, you know the drill. He always did prefer brunettes, as Drusilla can attest to. Sure he's a twisted obsessive fuck, but he had never meant to make her completely insane. Or rather, he had loved her so deeply that he had tortured her to insanity to escape the fact of his love. But that was all over a hundred years ago, and like Miss Lauren Hill croons, people change when they come eventually, you know.
So here we are, present day, Angelus and Faith. He's a boy, she's a girl, can I make it any more obvious? They are in love, now let me expound upon how they rock each other's worlds.
Angelus slid his hand between them, and ripped Faith's jeans straight off her firm, high-tipped ass. Noting with both arousal and anger that she wasn't wearing any underwear, he brought the palm of his hand down hard against Faith's silken cheeks.
Her resulting humiliation and pain was coupled by still more arousal, and Angelus was tempted to revel in the fun he would have training her. For the difference between her spirit and Drusilla's was that Faith was unbreakable. A break from conscience, that was possible. Sanity, too. But she would always be her own girl. She could never be ruled, merely contained. He'd settle for enslavement.
His cock throbbed at a vision of Faith on her hands and knees, servicing him, being his fuckslut... Angelus brought himself back to the present, not wanting to relinquish any part of the raven Slayer in the flesh. Angelus unzipped his leather pants and freed his enormous, straining erection. He had learned over the years how to unzip in a cramped space without getting his considerable ballsac caught in various metal bindings. It was a practical skill for any demonic rapist... or a lover of Darla's. With his free hand, he drove several fingers into Faith's wet slit. When they slid in like a hot knife through butter, Angelus knew she was ready. This aroused him and bothered him at once, but not for the reasons her free sexuality did. He wasn't supposed to care if she was ready.
Driving her thighs apart with his knee, Angelus settled himself between his Slayer's delectable asscheeks, and, suddenly and seemingly without mercy, drove the entire length of his shaft straight to the hilt inside of her.
Faith shuddered at the sensation. They lay joined and deathly still. Even Faith's tears were forgotten as the incredible fullness she felt within her caused her clit to explode with pleasure. She didn't think it was possible, but suddenly she was coming harder than ever before in her considerable history of fucking. It was unexpected, and the heat spread from her core through her entire body; Angelus could see her face reflected in the metal seat panel in front of them. The wide eyed look of shock she gave, coupled with her spasming vagina around his cock, was enough to send him over the edge.
Angelus roughly grabbed her hips and drove into her again and again, his thrusts jerking them both forward across the limousine floor. Within short moments, Angelus had come inside of his Slayer. He would have been ashamed of his holdout time if it had been anyone other than Faith, or if he couldn't recover and fuck her brains out for ten consecutive rounds. But it was Faith. And he could. He would.
Still hard inside of her, Angelus pulled them up to a seated position on top of the spacious, leather upholstered seat inside the limousine. The unassuming manner in his display of strength was not lost on Faith, and she wondered if she would ever escape Angelus; he wasn't even trying.
More shamefully, she wondered if she wanted to. It wasn't that she loved him. She had loved Angel, not this soulless demon inside of her now. He was the big bad...but he made her feel so damn good.
Helplessly riding the man seated below her like she was on a brand new ride at an erotic carnival, Faith sat there dazed, waiting for Angelus to move. She didn't want to be the one to initiate this sin.
When he remained hard within her and motionless beneath her, Faith understood. Tears slid from her eyes as she gave in to the desire within her. Her hips bucked as she raised herself on her own personal joystick. As Angelus' honey coated cock slid to the shallowest entry in her cunt, Faith suddenly, inexplicably found her resolve.
You know, I guess it's not that sudden or inexplicable if you consider the fact that she raised herself and doesn't take shit from anybody. Angelus and Faith have alpha personalities, you know? Destined for powerstruggles, and Faith's newfound redemption might put her out of her element for a bit. Not to mention the fact that Angelus is stronger than her and could, at least in theory, strap her to a chair and fuck her till she broke. But let's not forget who I'm writing about here. Faith. In the words of that skanky director in Boogie Nights, she's the hottest bitch you or I have ever known.
Faith remembered what her trump card was, what Angelus was tormenting her with at this very moment : sex. Slowly, languorously, Faith raised herself once more off of Angelus's erection. Summoning up all of her perserverance as a Slayer, Faith lowered herself back onto his erection with feigned disinterest. A few more repeats of this, with both she and Angelus struggling in a silent battle of wills to see who would hold out the longest.
Suddenly, Faith felt Angelus's hips close around her waist. Angelus jerked Faith down onto his dick once more, making her gasp at the sudden penetration. The vampire impaled her on his cock over and over, forcing her to ride him. As her hips were forced down again and again to accomodate Angelus's shaft, Faith's clit mashed against his tender ballsac. She knew she was hurting him when she ground her pubic bone down into it. She knew also that he couldn't stop himself or her at this moment. And suddenly, she was coming again, with Angelus this time.
The soulless vampire growled with anger and lust. He had tried to deny Faith her orgasm as punishment for hurting him. However, years of rolling in the hay with two minute dead beats had given her the refined ability of catching up to a man. This was not lost on Angelus. The image of all the men Faith had lain with before stirred his dead blood once again as he wondered what he would do with his favourite whore once he got her home.
His new home lay in a mansion on the outskirts of town. Wolfram and Hart had sent Lilah to offer him an apartment under their contract. Angel smiled with a fondness as he remembered raping her on the floor where she'd come to him in the middle of a demon bar& grill, before ripping her throat out and and having the chef fry it up.
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Still, Angelus mused as his thoughts were drawn back to the present, nothing could compare with his Faithie. Once she understood that she was his cocksocket, and his alone, that she was to do as she was told, he knew they would paint the world red. He loved her ability to kill even with a soul. The passion and grace with which he'd seen her take various life forces was enough to bring any evil demon to his knees.
Therefore, he saw no reason to turn her. Vamping someone always did the darndest things, as Spike's mom could attest to. Faith could be a brutal superhuman killer in this life, and then, suddenly, she could wind up preferring to do evil by incessant verbal debating. He knew of one former Dutch Prime Minister to whom this had happened; he had seen the various ways in which vamping changed a person - for better or worse - irreversibly.
So what happened next, you ask?
They pull up to the mansion, that's what. Then he woos her with Crystale and an Usher C.D... NOT!!!
Let's just fastforward to Faith being tied up naked in Angelus's "cage"...
The manacles kept Faith tied fast to the bars of a cage identical to the metal coffin where AI had attempted to keep Angelus confined. That's the thing about controlling a demon, you always leave an imprint behind. Right now, there's actually an underground Tebla* military base where humans are kept. The unfortunate souls are studied, experimented on, and, once they're deemed exhausted, sold to a Tebla brothel for their final moments. So don't feel so bad for our Faith during her next trial.
The demon had purposely chained her at knee level, legs spread. That way he could have all kinds of fun with her. She was quite witchy*, Angelus thought, observing her semi conscious frame. She was just starting to wake up from the knockout puch he'd given her to keep her from struggling when he'd tied her up. Angelus rubbed his balls absentmindedly, a small twinge of pain reminding him that compromising a Slayer was more dangerous than being the Crocodile Hunter.
Faith moaned and slowly raised her head from the floor. When gravity pulled at it so that she was slumped forward and was being pulled back and supported only by her bound arms, she realized she was kneeling, not lying down. Her head throbbed. The last thing she remembered after telling a crotch holding Angelus that she would do the world a favour by cutting off his sac was him saying, "Doesn't mean I won't" right before his fist connected with her jaw.
The first part of that sentence had been, "Faith, my little fuck bunny, I don't want to hurt you so quickly*", which he'd said right before she'd kicked him in the balls.
As Faith's vision adjusted to her current circumstances, she found herself eye level with Angelus' cock. Even though she'd had the wits knocked out of her, Faith still had a sense of humour. "Gee, you really know how to woo a girl. Why wine and dine her when you could just wave a wrinkly ballsac in her face?"
That's one thing I always loved about my Faithie... always knew how to get a laugh out of a situation. Such a beautiful, luscious mouth, but I digress. Point is, Angie Nicholson over there loved it too. He just wondered if she'd had enough experience to understand how to deep throat. But to be truthful, he was fairly whimsically hoping she didn't.
She stared defiantly at him, her chest heaving and eyes filled with hatred. It made Angelus harder.. She should have known he'd never share with The Beast. And he would always keep her for himself. She loved Angel, and yet she wanted Angelus. He knew the raven haired Slayer would take anything she could get. The soul didn't love Faith, not as he did. He would rather chastly date an anorexic fool who's idea of deep and meaningful conversation was, "What's the what?"*
And that's the big secret. Angel likes the light. He likes everything nice and toasty. He was taken by a demon, and I'm sure he's at odds with all the killing, rape and torture that Angelus had fun with at his expense over the years. So he loves it human and he loves it light, and Buffy's perfect for that. Kind of depressing when you think about it. That's Angel's true love. The big time moira, the kayrumptia, the eternal love that brought him back from hell. The denial and hatred of himself. The one thing Angel never wanted anyone to find out was the truth. The difference between he and Angelus wasn't just that Angelus was evil. It was that Angel was a coward.
And Faith, his sweet, ripe, WOMAN Faith. She was fire. And yet, she would do whatever he told her to. After tonight.
Angelus got on his knees, looking a shocked, scared and slightly aroused Faith in the eye for a stillborn moment before roughly gripping her neck and leaning in to bite her.
I know, I know. He said he wasn't gonna change her. He didn't. He bound her to him.
It was bad at first. She hated him, months passed and she wanted to kill him for making her his bitch. He could do anything to her, and she would have to submit. Suck his cock, bend over and spread her legs for him, call out HIS name instead of Angel's when the demon was forcing her body into an earthshattering orgasm. But she was bound for life. And Faith was a survivor.
Yet in time, she grew out of hating him and into loving him. Not as she had loved Angel, she could never love Angelus that way. But he made her feel right. As wonderful as Angel had been to her, the demon gave her something Angel never could. Acceptance. Acceptance of her not just as a Slayer, but as a person. As a horny woman. As a demanding WOMAN. As Iroquois, and not as a novelty. Angelus accepted her spellcasting, the increasing amount of power she had and her refusal to regard every being that wouldn't serve humankind crawling like a chained slave back in the days of the Old South as inherently evil. Angelus wasn't human, yet he wasn't fully demon either. He was hybrid, and he understood that in this world, there were shades of grey. Eventually, Faith came to accept whatever they had as one of them. It wasn't Stockholm Syndrome, it wasn't like it had been with Wilkins. She couldn't explain it, it was paradoxical and pointless. Every night he would go out and hunt while she would slay the fledgelings he'd created the night before. Sometimes she would miss some, and more than once a vampire had been about to take her life, only to see Angelus's mark on her kneck; they would then apologize, and scuttle away in fear.
The supernatural pair would come home from their nightly affairs and fuck for hours. Vanilla, whips, chains, master and slave, they would dance quite a bit. Faith would go out for a few hours in the daylight; she needed it since she was still human, although her bound state caused her to crave less light and more darkness than she had before. She found herself increasingly sensitive to the midday sun. Fortunately, her beautiful tan glow did not change despite this.
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It had been almost a month after Buffy and her fighting allies had defeated The First. Then she had heard the news. It wasn't her, it wasn't the team, all the work she had done with her uncalled Sisters, or the mastery of Willow's power. It had been Angelus.
He'd defeated The Beast, and then restored the balance between The Firsts of Good and Evil.
Cordy was dead. The drain The First had taken on her own body left her almost eighty when she returned to this world. But this was not her undoing. While a lesser woman would have waited for death to arrive, Cordelia Chase had changed over the years. The first thing she'd seen to upon her return had been a cleansing ritual to forever purge her mind of the insinuating images of The First guiding Connor into her own body. Then she had put on a baby blue Ralph Lauren dress and gone out to catch the new Eddie Norton vehicle, "Keeping The Faith"*. She may have been dying, but she'd learned the twists and turns of her profession. You never knew if your number would be called next, or when you'd wind up living on Park Place as a gift from an intergalactic Chance card.
And now she was dead, because everyone at the Hyperion had presumed Angelus dead.
They hadn't actually found her body in all the chaos. But he hadn't returned, and it wasn't in his profile to stay dormant when the people that Angel had become close to were still ripe with living nerve endings that could be manipulated for shits and giggles. So AI assumed that Angelus had killed Faith, and then met his doom in the frequent bursts of intermittent sunlight that would wreak havoc among the living and nosferatu, making a simple trip to stock up on food a life threatening venture for both.
This was their downfall.
Ok, you know, I just gotta say that I'm kinda ok with the scenario. You know, I'm not particularly evil, but was anyone else tired of Cordy's snore of an existence? You know, being a spiritually enlightened being doesn't mean you've got to dress in neutral beige and take on it's personality. I gotta say, bitch C was way more fun to be around than The Mop. That's right, I nicknamed her The Mop. Man, I'm just glad I was born demon, cause becoming, man, it really screws with your joi de vivre, you know? Just look at Angel. Ooh, I'm two hundred and fifty years old, I'm gonna date a cheerleader, I like crisp slacks blah blah blah. I mean, I gotta tell you the best time I ever had with Angel was when I dragged him outta that dumpster in the city. At least then his lack of food or coherence made him kind of fun to be around.
Anyway, so where was I? Right, right. Alrigh, straight talk.* I guess I do miss old Cordy, and if I knew 'em, I'd probably miss Fred and Gunn and even that green guy, Lorence. Wesley was the only one that made it out. But he didn't make it out alive.
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As his dust exploded into the air surrounding her stake, Faith felt like crying.
But she didn't. She was fucking a vampire who'd done worse than murder her Watcher. He'd filled Wesley's flesh with evil. And for what, she wondered? Kicks? To see the expression on her face when she killed him? Or was it revenge for slaying his minions so accurately? Did it matter?
Wesley had tried to help her, Angel had tried to help her, Buffy had tried to tell her she could change and wear alot of accessories in her new life. And she was fucking a demon. And she loved him. Whatever kind of love it was must not be written down. She hated everything he did, except how he made her feel when he was with her. And if he died or was lost to the soul, Faith knew she'd kill herself. Because somewhere along the line, she'd stopped loving Angel and started loving Angelus.
That's what you get for trying to help, Faith though stoicly as she shrugged the ashes off her thin cashmere sweater. A tear threatened to spill out over her eye, before she bit down on her bottom lip and held it back.
Faith opened the door to the mansion on Princeton Street, letting it slam behind her with pent up frustration. Angelus and his mansions. Must have been the fact that he was made in an alley; he would spend eternity trying to make up for it by living as lavishly as possible. She understood his need, but she was far beyond the thrilling alure of pink diamonds and Playstations.
But Faith didn't care about any of that. Tonight, she was intent on one thing only. She would make him pay.
For Angelus was a born top, and in all of their time together, spending hours ravishing each others' bodies, Faith had discovered two vital truths. Angelus was an awe inspiring lover, and irrevocably dominant. She had spent months bowing to his every whim. At first she had resisted, hating herself even more for feeling pleasure at his touch.
But in the end, there was nothing more to care about. He killed, she let him. She let him do anything he wanted, and he did it with a sadistic smile spread across his face. Whips, paddles, coming on her face, anything was fair game when he wanted to punish her for an 'infraction'.* What made it worse was that she got off on it. She didn't fight him, like she had every other male whom she'd fucked, for dominance. Until tonight.
She would make him pay, no matter what it took to beat him... preferrably all night. This wasn't sexual, or so she told herself. It was about Wesley. If he were alive, he would be disgusted by her actions, her life, but he might take pleasure in her torture of the demon who'd killed him.
Faith couldn't decide what she hated more, that Wesley would be disgusted at her life, or the fact that he wouldn't be surprised.
At the scene in front of her eyes, Faith thought starting with a rosary necklace would be a sweet beginning. Buffy sat on the vampire's lap in a velvet chaise by the gentle fire burning in the foyer's hearth. He was looking up at her with tearstreaked eyes, which Buffy mirrored back down to him as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Angel, I love you," Buffy whispered.
"Buffy."
"Angel, how long has it been? I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, I just, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to..." Buffy stammered, her feelings clearly displayed in her tearstreaked eyes, as Faith stood frozen in the entranceway.
"Buffy, you have to know I love you so-", he began, before his words were cut off by the dark Slayer's acrid voice.
"Where is he?"
He looked up at Faith, his eyes shining with remorse. "Oh, God, Faith I'm so sorry," the vampire began, "I know what ... I know what he-"
"Listen, Cupid, I didn't ask for your fucking apology. I said WHERE IS HE!" Faith's voice roared in the open space of the foyer, as two pairs of eyes looked at her incredulously.
"Oh, Faith, you have to let it go. What Angelus did to you was awful. But," Buffy continuined, wondering how she would break the news to the unstable Slayer, "but it's gonna be ok. Angel's back."
Buffy beamed a bright smile of pure pleasure as she added, turning her head in towards her new lover, "And we'll help you, we're still friends Faith. God, what's all in the past, it's in the past. Please, please let it go, just for now."
"Yes, Faith," the Irish-American vampire chimed in, "please let it go. I know what Angelus did to you is so wrong, every time he raped you, over and over as he held you captive in this deathtrap."
The vampire averted his gaze to the rich persian tapestries and marble columns gracing the foyer. Buffy looked at him, wondering exactly what he'd done to Faith in her absence. And suddenly, a sick invasive feeling spread itself through her body. Jealousy. Angel had told her that he'd kept Faith here, and that was all. Buffy had assumed Angelus had just tortured her, but now it was clear that he had meant to spare her the truth.
"Every night Angelus made you cry out in ecstasy, making your body come even though you hated it," he continued as Buffy looked up at him with widening eyes, "and all those times he made you wear that emerald and gold leash and collar and made you...service me." *
The vampire watched Buffy's wan-like chest heave as she came to understand what the demon had done to her Sacred Sister with Angel's body.
"And all those times I ate your pussy and you would say," he continued, mimicking the whimpering change in Faith's voice when she lost herself in the throes of passion," Oh, GOD, ANGELUS, PLEASE, BABY, PLEASE!! OH, OH, OHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"
Laughing perversely, Angelus tossed a shocked Buffy off his lap and walked towards Faith, who's jaw was now twitching in tense fury. But before she could swing her ringed fist against his smugly smiling mouth, he gripped her hips and spread them around his waist, pinning her to the wall and claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss.
His tongue thrust within her, and for a moment, as her own met his to duel for dominance, she forgot her rage at him. But Faith had never been a 'close your eyes' woman, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Buffy's crumpled frame laying on the cold marble floor nearby. Faith threw Angelus off of her; he landed beside Buffy.
"Angelus, you're a sick fuck," Buffy spat forth as she drew her stake from her back pocket, the one she'd kept... just in case Willow's permanence spell hadn't worked.
"Oh, come on, Buffy, you're a cute slut, I'd just rather come on Faith!"*
Buffy's cheeks flushed crimson at the demon's words, and after her initial shock quickly faded, she opened her mouth to issue a scathing reply. And then she noticed that neither Angelus nor Faith were looking at her. They weren't fighting, either. They simply stood in a deadlocked impasse, staring into each other's eyes.
"Why?" Faith broke the silence with her simple question. She had spent three years in prison, trying to atone for the people she'd murdered and hurt. But she had spent twenty two years trying to prove to herself that she was deserving of love. If nothing else, she'd thought Angelus loved her.
What made his love more valuable to her than the human lives he took with glee was the fact that it was unconditional. If she had been a simpering socialite, or a born again Christian who recited verses daily and baked lemon squares for church functions, he would love her just the same as he did now. He would love her if she was a homicidal maniac still intent on murdering for fun, or if she she were locked in an institution forever to battle the depression and bi polar disorder that had threatened to consume her three years ago. For beneath the surface, beyond the matters of souls and duties and redemption, their hearts were the same. Alive in the night.
Their mutual love wasn't something either of them could fight or explain, though the Gods knew she'd tried. And of all the things that were uncertain and fleeting in this existence, Faith was still sure that Angelus loved her.
"I had to be sure."
Faith looked at Angelus as if he had just said "Purple monkey dishwasher penis lights."
Angelus saw the confused and hateful look in his lover's eyes, and fought to hold back his mirth. He wanted to laugh, he was, after all, an insensitive dick. But then Faith might be too agressive to let him collar her tonight.
"I had to be sure that you're sliding down my cock all the live-long fuckin' day", Angelus said, mockingly adopting a southern tone, "because you love me, not cause you love the idea of beating her down."
"What? What are you talking about?" Buffy piped up, confused but sensing something very unnatural was about to occur, and she could bet that it wasn't going to lead to hugs and puppies. Well, at least not puppies.
"If I didn't love you so much, I'd kill you just for fun."
"Preachin' to the perverted*, me lovely lass," Angelus said, using the sweet Irish brogue* he sometimes slipped into when he was either leisurely humiliating Faith for kinks, or too horny to speak straight.
With that, Angelus's hand lashed out and in seconds, Faith was on the floor with him. They spun over each other on the marble floor, each immune to anything but the other's touch.
"Faith, get off of him!" Buffy squealed, in shock and horror as the pair ripped at each other's clothes.
Angelus was incapable of love, she knew that. After all, he had tried to kill her last time around, and everyone loved her. So it just didn't follow that Angelus would love someone else, especially a raving bitch like Faith.* This could only lead to her death, and she didn't want to see another Slayer die, no matter how useless to the mission*.
"B...Buffy, be a dear, would you, go home..", Faith said in between heated, ravenous kissing, " whatever... hotel, you're...at... see you tomorrow..."
Angelus fought to control his ramming libido long enough to process what Faith was saying. He couldn't let Buffy get out alive.
Faith writhed against her mate, fighting for dominance, then fighting to hold him close, before she realized he was struggling to separate from her.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Faith asked him, confused. Did he not want to fuck her? That was a first. In her lifetime. And it hurt, especially coming from the one man - demon - male that she loved above all others.
"Sweet bitch," Angelus drawled, looking predatorily down at Faith, who still lay on the floor in surprise and uncertainty.
Had to love that frail human quality. It was so cute.
"I was thinking more along the lines of us fucking over her dead body."
"Oh, my God," Buffy said in shock and disgust. Why was this happening? Angelus actually cared for Faith?
"Oh, shut up, " Angelus said with mild annoyance, "everything's a major catastrophy with you. I'm the one who had to fuck you and put up with your snivelling bullshit for all those years... oh wait, that was only three. Two and a half if you count the time I managed to get away from you. Whatever, the point is, I haven't even sliced your throat yet, and here you are rambling ON!"
With that last word, Angelus's palm circled Buffy's neck, catching her in a vice-like grip. Buffy delivered a swift high kick to his ribs. But she wasn't surprised to find it barely made an imprint on his skin that was fast fading already.
"How?" Buffy said, her word coming out in a throaty whisper as Angelus' hand slowly crushed her windpipe.
"Buffy, you stupid ass. The soul is gone. I know it's, like, a major pitfall for the villain to let the helpless victim in on the workings of his evil existence, but I just can't help myself." Angelus sneered as he leaned in close to Buffy's face and said, "You didn't really think if you could get the soul back that you'd get your kicks back, did you?"
Buffy's eyes widened in fear. He knew. He'd known all along. How? Willow had told her that if she could restore Angel's soul, the powers that be would restore her powers. When the balance had been restored, many other things had shifted to balance. Her powers had left her, to pass on to Faith until she passed away. Buffy knew that Faith couldn't handle that. No matter how much time in prison, how much rehabilitation she underwent, she would never be able to handle the burden of being the Slayer, of making those split second decisions of who died and who lived, of who she had to save just to keep her own sanity. Her perverted love of Angelus, and the fact that she had somehow gotten him to love her in return, proved that.
And now she would die. All the Sacredness of the Slayer line would end with her. Her life was actually flashing before her eyes, things she had long since forgotten about. Suddenly, it stopped abruptly. There was something she had to know. Before she died.
"What does she have...", Buffy said, fighting to get the words out, "that I don't?"
"Besides tits? I can't explain it. But since you're dying and I'm just so into these final moment scenes that are a really bad habit for evil masterminds, I'll let you in on a secret. Angel loved you cause you were human. That's it. He couldn't stand being a vampire. He couldn't stand having a demon inside of him. He couldn't stand his own thoughts. And you were nice and blonde and killed what he hated - but you told him he was different. That's why. And I'm not surprised you have the intestinal matter to ask me why, with my hand still wrapped around your endlessly vibrating throat. You tried to take her power. And you tried to kill me. Aw, shit.Where was this monologue going?", Angelus mused to himself aloud, tilting his head as he tried to think of a 'poetic' ending for Buffy's life.
But now that he had Faith, he just didn't have time to pen Shakespeare.
"Oh, right. Die, bitch."
With that, Angelus crushed Buffy's throat, watching the light in her horrified eyes die slowly.
The vampire dropped Buffy's limp corpse and released a satisfactory, purely instinctive growl. He'd protected Faith, and yet his bitch would probably give him alot of shit tonight; he might even have to let her dominate him. The things he did for love.
He turned to face the spot where Faith had lain moments before, only to find it empty.
For she'd left the moment she realized Buffy would always come first for Angelus, even if it was because he was trying to kill her. Angelus didn't bank on that.
You know, for a brilliant, sadistic vampire, I've gotta say that sometimes he's dense.
So, anyway, he ran around like a chicken with it's head cut off and then he found her in the garden. You'd think he'd just open the screen window and walk into it, but he was all frantic 'n shit, so he followed her scent and walked halfway through the mansion before he found her, waiting for him. Naked. Screen doors are shitty for keeping sound out.
As Buffy once said, you know the drill. He looked at her, she looked at him, and they got it. Buffy wasn't just out of their lives. She was out of their relationship.
And that's about the time they wrestled each other to the ground by the bush of Jasminus Wyntarias and fucked like wild horny rabbits on the lush, carpeting summer grass.
Where was I? Oh right, those two are hot, I gotta tell you. Maybe if I didn't have this annoying habit of slipping into a monologue every time I think of that pair of porn stars I could finally jerk off in under two hours. Later.
0*) The title is taken from a line in George Micheal's song "Faith".
*1) Ok, this is SLIGHTLY AU, like I said I wrote it before some stuff had even aired. So in this story, Lilah dies differently. I love Lilah. Lilah FOREVER!
*2) "what's the what?" Ok, Buffyfan had Willie mention this in her fic "Willy fights back, and I just want to say, it is so true lol. Thanks Buffyfan! Always an inspiration! Also, the Tebla demon, her creation,a blue demon who's cock thickens and elongates as he fucks. Spews alkaloid cum that burns through flesh. Used to live only in Buffyfan's creation, "Willy Fights Back", but has since popped up offscreen in in my fics "Spike'slay" and "Cause I Gotta Have Faith"... Gotta love that Tebla.
*3) Infraction ... ok, I have to give Claudia D. Christian credit, with her fic "the Wicked Seduction of a Vampire Slayer", she was the one who got that D/s thing down with Angelus and Buffy, and he punished her for many 'infractions'...thanks for this word, which is invaluable, also the whole sexy golden ropes and chains thing? She did it first. And about slavery and chains. I realize the irony. It's my own issue, lemme work it out, k?
*4) Cum on Buffy... lol... ok, at Buffynoncon yahoo group, we have a wonderful listmum who flits around in men's titles and she and her friend Jinx provide us with ever so much lovely filth. And one of the pics there is just that...hehehe... it's called "cum on, Buffy", and is kind of a cruel double entendre... so that line was inspired by Jimmy and Jinx
*5) "Preaching to the perverted", a movie title. This KINKY film about a young Canadian/English Dominatrix who meets an undercover police officer designated the task of gathering evidence of real pain-inducing activities which will imprison her and shut her business down. (the people enjoy the pain, but it's illegal to do it in the clubs)
*6) "sweet Irish Brogue" Thanks KallieRose, I'm never gonna let that gem go.
*7) "raving bitch" comment by Buffy. According to the site "Come Out And Die", maintained by a Foxy Roxy, ( I know two actually lol), in the character defamation section, is mentioned that SMG says of the character Faith, "You're supposed to hate her. She's a raving bitch." So I nabbed it and inserted it into her character's mouth.