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A She Mantis. What a wonderful, wonderful creature. Buffy thinks she saved me from being used as a fertilizer. Screw her.

If she and that blasted Watcher of hers wouldn't have come fumbling to the rescue, the whole Miss. French thing would have been solved in a less messy way. And less embarrassing, too. Now Blayne thinks I'm a complete wuss. Ha. If he only knew�

But he won't. No one will.

The only reason the She-Mantis captured me was because I wanted her to. I needed something dangerous in order to blow out some steam, to get my mind off the things that are happening. Distract myself from things� from Angel.

I saw him in the Bronze, talking with Buffy. I could feel Angel's unease with the fact that he spoke to the Slayer. He detests her. And she is falling for him. Hard.

I can feel it every time someone mentions his name. She gets giddy and all that� And it's hurting Wills. Poor Willow. She has it bad for the Slayer. Why did Will get it for the Slayer? Why not� Cordelia, for a sample? Or Harmony, or Amy� Anyone but the Slayer.

I left the Bronze soon after Angel did, claiming a headache. Now I am once again walking along the streets of good ol' Sunnyhell.

I can feel Angel's presence. Unspeakable evil and immense guilt and grief all rolled into one, powerful presence. He's not someone to mess with. A real bastard. Even with his soul.

Since the night of the Harvest, nothing. Not even a glance at the Bronze. Every night, I have walked around the streets of Sunnydale, trying to find him. All I've found is a bunch of fledglings. Nothing bad. Now, finally, I have found him.

He walks towards me from the darkness beyond the street lamps. He is startled when he sees me, but covers it well.

"Hello, LaVelle" he greets me.

"Angel." I answer neutrally. The moment I lay my eyes on him my body starts to ache with lust. I want to feel his hard body against mine, feel those cool lips on my skin�

His eyes reflect lust as he sees me. "So� What have you been up to?" he asks nonchalantly. His hands are dug into his pockets, and his shoulders are a bit hunched.

"Tried to kill a she-mantis, but the Slayer got there first and now she thinks I'm a complete wuss." I answer, throwing him a lopsided grin. I shudder slightly at the memory of feeling his hands all over me.

"A she-mantis? I thought that they only attack virgins," he states.

"Apparently a blow job doesn't qualify," I joke. I am suddenly nervous by the slightly suggestive tone in his voice.

He takes a few steps closer, until he is mere inches from me.

"Well, how about we do something for it?" he suggests, smirking arrogantly.

I can feel the coolness of his body and gulp nervously. Damn it. He is propositioning me! What the fuck am I supposed to say? I am lusting him so badly my thoughts don't go straight, but what will he think if I answer yes?

My mouth betrays me. "Sounds good to me." I hear myself saying.

His eyes light up and his smirks goes up a notch. "My place is not that far away," he says. "Come, LaVelle."

He turns around.. glancing over his shoulder towards me. I gulp again and start to follow him, my mind reeling.

After our meeting after the Harvest, nothing. Now, blatant invitation to his bed. What is going on? Silently we walk to an apartment near the Bronze. He doesn't fumble with the keys, but I think I catch a small tremor of his hand. I can feel there is some nervousness under his calm demeanor.

The apartment is small and nicely decorated. Lots of art and stuff, all old and valuable. I am just starting to catalogue facts when his hands suddenly wrap around me and I find myself being thoroughly kissed.

Mmm. Feels good. His cold skin against mine, our tongues dueling like vipers on PCP, cool against warm. His hand fumble with the buttons of my shirt, ripping them and I gasp into his mouth as his cool hands find my chest. His hands brush across my nipples, hardening them into little pebbles. I moan as he brushes his hardness against mine.

I am rapidly becoming rock hard, feeling more aroused than ever. I break our kiss as I gasp for breath, being totally out of oxygen.

His eyes glow golden and he has morphed into game face. My true features are also showing, I realize. I'm pretty surprised, usually I can feel it when they come forward.

All rational thoughts flee my mind, as he starts to kiss me again. His hands have divested me fro my shirt, and mine are clutching the front of his shirt. I tear at the buttons, baring his cool chest. He moans as I run my hands across his nipples to his flat abdomen, marveling at the coolness.

His hands have found the fly of my jeans and I groan as his hand brushes the bulge in my pants. Our lips disengage and he smiles. "Like that, LaVelle?" he asks.

I manage to stutter an yeah, before his lips smash against mine. He's opened my jeans and pushes them and my boxers over my jeans. I moan as the fabric slides against my aching cock, an when his cool fingers wrap around me, I see stars. Exploding ones. Yeah, one fucking supernova.

My finger tweak his hardened nipples, rubbing and tugging. I disengage our lips and bring mine to his left nipple. He groans as I suck at it, as my hands wander lower.

Soon I have digested him of his pants, and have my hand around his cold dick. We stumble towards the bedroom, and fall on the bed.

It has silk sheets, I notice absent-mindedly as his weight pins me down on the bed. He resumes kissing me with renewed passion, as he reaches for something. I am lost in the sea of sensation as he nibbles along my neck, biting and licking.

His hands slide along my thighs, raising my legs towards my chest. I gasp as I feel a cool, slick finger at my entrance. I moan as he slowly circles my anus, and his kiss covers a groan when he slides a finger into me.

I duel with his tongue, as he slowly slides another finger inside me. The sensations are overwhelming, part pleasure, part pain. He wriggles his fingers and I see stars shooting behind my eyes. He enters a third finger, then fourth. He slowly slides them in an out, using his other hand to pump my dick simultaneously.

Then his finger are replaced by the cold head of his cock. I gasp for much needed air, and he smirks down at me. With one swift thrust he enters me. It hurts. Fuck it hurts. But as he starts to carefully move, the pain gets entwined with white-hot pleasure. My moans increase in volume as his pace quickens. His dick in my ass, his hand around my cock. Our lips and tongues in a battle of dominance. I can't take it.

With a muffled yell I come, sprouting my semen between our bodies. He continues to thrust for some time, until he comes with a grunt, shooting his cold semen inside me.

We lay together, spent. I can feel his satisfaction, and something else, I'm not sure what. I start to examine my own feelings.

Sated lust. Curiosity. Caring. Love.

Wait a second. Love? Where the Hell did that one come from? I don't love him. I can't, I mean, we hardly know each other�

But it's there.

Love.

I am falling for the souled vampire that was once called Angelus.

Oh fuck.

This is going to be an interesting turn of events.

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