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Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: R Summery: Angelus marks his Slayer for good. Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, okay? Distribution: Anyone who wants it, just ask. Feedback: Alright, it's been a long time since I was inspired to write, so please give me a good welcome back! Notes: Out of my insanity came this story. Also, I'd appriciate your thoughts on my new site idea: Tall, Dark, and...Deadly, I'm thinking about making this one a B/Aus fanfic site. But back to the story, it's fourth season and Angelus is still around.
"What the fuck were you doing talking to him? You're no one's but mine! You know this! Do I have to fuck you unconscious to drive my point home, bitch?" He's screaming at me. What can I do but wait. Wait for his anger to abate and then for my punishment. I flinch as his hand makes solid contact with my face. "Answer me!" Angelus roars. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but he seemed so,normal," I whisper, knowing my weak argument is futile. "News flash, Slayer. You're not normal, and your lover's not normal. And one more thing, your lover gets extremely pissed when he sees you with some two-bit Iowa idiot who doesn't have the brains given to a rock! I'm tired of you forgetting who your master is and who fucks you until you scream. You know you enjoy that, whore." His name calling continues. I'm used to it by now and have learned to take it. He's right, of course. Every time he touches me, comes inside me, and even hits me, I'm thrilled by it. I'm thrilled so much that I some times consider giving in to him and letting him turn me. Then, of course, my rational Slayer sense kicks in and rejects that idea. Angelus is standing over me now, his face a mask of pure viciousness. "I think, my little bitch, that since you can't learn to keep your eyes on your master, I will have to teach those little boys to keep their eyes off you." he whispers and I feel my blood run cold. He grabs me roughly and hits my head against the stone floor of the mansion when I attempt to struggle. In fact, I am hit so hard, that I nearly black out. The next thing I know, I'm tied to a bed, Angelus standing over me with all he needs to create a tattoo on me. I look up at him in fear and he smirks. "Here's you're punishment. Not me fucking you to unconsciousness like you'd wish, but me branding you with my mark, a mark that will never fade. Maybe then you'll remember who your master is. And, who you're in love with." Angelus takes his time over the tattoo, making it a masterpiece, or so he says. I'm in to much pain to really notice what he is tattooing on my left breast. As I lie there, I wonder what in hell drove me to go out with Riley Finn. It cost us both. Riley is now dead, after hours of torture from Angelus, and now, I'm going to carry an unparishable reminder as to who my master, and yes, lover is. I should have given up the pursuit for a normal guy long ago, I knew Angelus would get the guy and kill him. And yet I had tried. Stupid. That's what I was. Angelus leans back and admires his work. Tears are still running down my cheeks and he smirks even wider at my pain. "But Lover, don't you wish to see what a marvelous job I have done?" he asks, mockingly. I shake my head, knowing he won't give a damn. Sure enough, he hands me a mirror. I take a deep breath and hold it level with my left breast. And scream. Angelus has taken it and transformed into a living testament to himself. His name is expertly tattooed at the top of my breast. Around the nipple, a snake curls, mouth wide open as if to strike. On the left of my breast a dagger is shown and on the left, is a single word. "Mine." I look up at him with hatred in my eyes. No man will dare to touch me now. He did his job alright. And then, as I sit there, nude on the bed, I swear that Angelus will pay for this. God, he will pay dearly. The End
