I awoke to the sound of the ship as it docked. Sitting straight up in the bed I shared with Angelus, I wondered why on earth he hadn't bothered to wake us to get ready for the docking. Surely he was as excited as I was to have finally reached our destination. I didn't have a chance to ask, however, as the second that I sat up, I was pulled down rather roughly, and held tightly to Angelus' chest.
"Going somewhere, lover?" he asked in a menacing voice.
I realized immediately that he must have thought I was in a rush to run from the room and get away from him now that we had docked. Knowing that he wouldn't loosen his grip, I moved closer so that I had some space to breathe. "I wasn't trying to leave," I told him firmly. "We're docked. I thought you would have had us up at least an hour ago. Why didn't you? Did we sleep in or something?"
Angelus chuckled, and his grip lost its cold feeling as he held me tenderly now, with both arms. "No, lover, we didn't 'sleep in' in the classical sense of oversleeping your schedule and blowing your agenda to the deep reaches of Hell. We shouldn't even be worrying over getting dressed for about an hour, really. They'll be unloading the other passengers, and though we have the right to go first if that choice suits us best...I don't want any more of the crewman watching you. I figure if we get off almost last, then we stand a better chance of not being seen on our way to the limo."
"Oh," I got that, but I had to admit I was disappointed. I had missed being around humans, and the idea of seeing the faces of the people that we'd shared a home with for the last little while, had been rather appealing to me.
Angelus sensed this and assured me, "it's alright though, love. Tonight, I'll take you to dinner and you can see people there."
I nodded, not the happiest girl in the world. But at least Angelus had tried to make up for his jealousy, right? That was a bit of a start...Well, sort of. I tried to shut my eyes and sleep for a bit longer, but now that we'd arrived, I found myself way too excited. I felt like a sixth grader, the day before school was to begin. Even though I detest school, it's always exciting to think of seeing your friends and meeting new boys and such...Okay, so maybe it's nothing like sixth grade because I won't be meeting boys or seeing my friends, but you know what I mean.
Finally giving in to my needs for something to occupy my mind, Angelus released his hold on me. "Fine," he sighed. "Go out to the deck and look for a bit." I bounded up with a happy giggle. "But Buffy!" he warned, "don't talk to anyone. Don't wave at anyone. Don't attract attention. If you see anyone, come back inside right away. I'd hate to have another repeat of our last incident."
I knew he probably wouldn't hate it all that much, but I agreed nonetheless, and pounced outside onto our decks with a happy spring to my step. I stood near the edge of the deck, and was a little saddened by the weather. It wasn't sunny and bright like I'd planned our arrival to our new homeland to be. Instead, it was dark and misty. I smiled at the idea of all the horror movies that took place in areas like this. Maybe a dead body is going to jump out of the water. I laughed and shook my head. What a stupid idea!
"Call the coast guard!" someone off in the distance yelled frantically. "He's not breathing!"
"They must have found Angelus," I joked to myself. But then my eyes narrowed in on where all the commotion was taking place. On the pier in the distance, three men were pulling a body from the water.
Way too creepy. Irony's a bitch.
"It's one of the ship mates!" the second man called to the first, as the first ran towards the mass of people that were getting off the ship. I felt an impending bout of doom forming in the pit of my stomach, and I almost stopped breathing completely-afraid that if I made the noise of breathing, that I wouldn't hear what I knew was about to be said.
"It's the youngest one," the out-of-breath man told the captain as he reached him and some other crewmates. "Riley went missing a few hours ago. I swear I thought he was with you."
"Dammit, Clarence, Riley was your responsibility!" the captain said as he took off down the pier with the other men.
My hand flew to my mouth. No, please God. Don't tell me it was Riley. Don't tell me Angelus went looking for him. Let him still be alive. Tell me that he simply fell and bumped his head. Don't let him bed dead. Dear God, don't let him be dead.
But I knew better. My intuitive mind told me that it was Riley, and that it had been Angelus that killed him. I choked back my sob. I hadn't known Riley all that well, but despite his lame come-ons, he seemed like a respectable human being.
Angelus, however, is not.
Turning on my heel, I ran into the suite, nearly losing an eye as I bumped into Angelus' strong chest.
"There you are," he smiled, wrapping his arms around me. "I was just coming out to join you." He leaned down to kiss my shoulder, and suddenly I wanted to be sick.
"Basterd!" I shrieked, throwing his arms off of me and stalking a few feet away so that I could look at him without having to crane my head upwards. "You damned basterd!"
He chuckled softly, "I'm flattered, Buff. But really, just call me Angelus."
"You know that's not what I mean," I told him angrily. "You went back and killed him, didn't you?! Didn't you?!" I was out-of-breath for some reason. I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating. "You couldn't stand that he was allowed to live, so you waited until I fell asleep, and then you went looked for him-killed him-and tossed his body into the ocean! You sick fuck!"
Angelus growled, his patience flying 'way of the wind'. Pulling me to his chest roughly, he whispered, "I haven't given you the right to control me. So what the Hell makes you think you have any say, whatsoever, about what I do, who I kill, or who I fuck?"
His last words hit me harder than anything else. Killing people seemed so insignificant all of a sudden, to the idea that Angelus would dare to sleep with anyone but me. I pushed back from him and my eyes glazed with hatred. "If I have no say, than I don't give a damn. So go ahead and screw every single bitch that you meet." I shook my head, "cause you're not having me." With that, I turned and ran.
Had Angelus been expecting me to run, he probably would have been able to stop me. But the fact that I caught him by alarm, gave me a momentary advantage. Luckily, that was all I needed to run out onto the deck, and dive over the railing-sailing 80 feet down to the cool water.
**
Dammit, what the Hell is wrong with me? I can't fucking do that anymore! I need to take a damn Valium or something! Implying that I have fidelity issues is the stupidest damned thing I can do! What the fuck was I thinking?
Nothing, was the clear answer.
Now, because of my stupid carelessness, I have to spend my first night in Ireland with my lover-looking for her!
Picking up the cellular phone from in the drawer where I'd hidden it from Buffy, I dialled Angel Investigations back in LA, making sure to block the ID of my phone.
The phone was answered with a sigh from Cordelia, "Angel Investigations. We're fucking hopeless."
"I'd have to agree," I sighed. "Cordelia, I need you to give me the code number to access the tracer on my phone."
"Angelus! Thank God! We're totally in the shit-house," she sounded ecstatic to hear from me. "Where are you? When are you coming back? Is she with you?"
I sighed, "Cordy, give me the number, then I can come back and get you out of whatever mess you're in."
Stupid girl, she fell for it. "It's 324-956. Got it?"
"Got it," I clicked off the phone without another word. Dialling the remembered digits into the phone, a voice came over it, asking whom I wanted a trace on. Gotta love these high-tech gadgets of modern technology.
"Buffy Summers," I answered. "Blood match A positive. Genetics trace back to Scotland, I think," I frowned. I didn't really know, but the faint taste of blood that I'd taken from Buffy once, had sent a rather kilt-friendly vibe my way.
**
Wandering through the city streets of Galway, I felt like I was lost in a crazy nightmare. For some reason, everything terrified me without Angelus there to protect me.
Every noise of someone yelling, laughing, joking-made me flinch. People looked at me like I was certifiably crazy. I guess the whole concept of walking around the city like a frightened puppy in black sweat pants and a white tank top is a little absurd, now that I think about it.
**When we hooked up-We sat down
Made an agreement-We vowed that
That we always be together-Thru whatever
We said that -No one would ever
Get between us-Said we'd never
Ever leave us-That was a while ago**
There was also, the added bonus of having no idea where I was going, how to find a phone, where I'm going to sleep, eat, and wash my face. Then there was the fact that I didn't know a single person here in Ireland. The only fact on the Irish that I knew, was that U2 were from here. Sure, that was a great conversation-starter for the locals, but what would I say after that?
Maybe something like, 'now that we have something vaguely in common with one another�Hi! I'm Buffy Summers! I'm escaping my murderous, stalkerish lover who's sort of immortal and prone to getting deadly jealous. Can you help me?'
Pretty lame.
I can already see the muzzles and confining jackets being brought in to take me to my own little padded room. No room mates for Buffy! I'm a special crazy person. I get only the softest walls to bang my head against! That was sarcasm, in case you didn't get it. Padded rooms aren't exactly the type of things dreams are made of.
Of course, fate has a strange way of working out. Of course, that doesn't mean it works out for the best. Passing by a restaurant, I noticed a strange man watching me closely. Great! Just my luck that I get an ugly man using me as eye-candy. I almost wished that Angelus was here to glare at any men that looked my way.
**But now lately-It feels like
I mean I feel like-All we do is fight
Every single night-Can't make it tight-Can't get it right
I just want to go back-Take it way back
All the way back-Can we start again -Do it over
Can we straighten it out-Can we work it out
Cause I don't wanna be**
But it just figures that the man looking at me, isn't any ordinary man. The second he pulled out a gun and ran from the coffee shop, towards me-I sort of realized that.
"Shit," I cursed, and took off. Running blindly down the unfamiliar streets, I soon found that I wasn't physically in the best shape for running. Sure, I could last hours without ends with Angelus, but give me one long run, and I'm ready to crawl into a ball and die of exhaustion. What has Angelus done to me?
Running around the corner of a street, I noticed that none of these streets had names. There were no road signs to direct me�Not that I'd know where I was going or anything. It would have been nice, however, to have some general idea of where I'd been coming from in case I have to go back in search of the pier.
There was a gunshot fired towards me, and it bounced off the metal cart next to me. I shrieked and ducked my head down farther. I was never good at playing Cowboys and Robbers with Xander and Willow when we were seven. I suddenly had to wonder�why hadn't I paid attention to those Jacky Chan movies a little more?
**I don't want to be
Be without ya, be without ya
I don't want to live
Live without ya, live without ya
I don't want to go
Go without ya, go without ya
I don't want to be alone**
Turning my head to look behind me at my attacker to see if I was making any progress, I ran right in to a wall. Well, not an actual wall. Just a wall of muscle. A six-foot wall that consisted of fangs and yellow eyes. I screamed, trying to step away from the vampire before me. Damn my stupid idea of running into a dark alley where evil vampires could hide from the UV rays of the sun!
The man with the gun came up behind us, and the vamp chuckled softly. "All alone, Miss Summers?" he asked. "Too bad," with that, he threw me back against the stonewalls of the building next to us. The air was knocked from my lungs, and I fell to the ground gasping for much-needed breath.
"Now, I do believe it is fully within our right to kill you," the gunman said with a smirk. "After all, you're all alone here and all�Seems rather Hollywood-suiting that we slit you from wrist to wrist. Yes?" he raised a brow at me.
I was about to respond, when a voice came from within the dark shadows behind my two attackers. "I don't know if you have what it takes for Hollywood," said the voice, "after all�Its so clich�," Angelus stepped from the shadows, looking beautiful in all his rescuing-glory.
"Who the Hell are you?" the gunman asked.
Angelus smirked, "I'm the lady's bodyguard." He frowned then, "that sounded so Kevin Costner, right?" he shrugged, "oh well. In short�I'll be the person killing you both today."
The vampire and gunman laughed. "You think you're going to kill us?" the vampire asked, his voice betraying a bit of a British accent. Not exactly the roughest type of accent for a vicious killer to have, in my opinion.
The fight scene was a bit of a blur as Angelus drove into attack-mode, commanding me to shut my eyes. Clenching my eyes together tightly, I heard the disgusting rip of skin, bone, and vein.
Gross!
I heard Angelus growl in pain, and despite everything that had happened before, my first instinct was to open my eyes to see if he was okay. Fear drenched my body as I opened my eyes. The sight before me was enough to make me gag. The gunman was laying in pieces on the ground, and Angelus and the other vampire were fighting amidst the blood and remains of his body.
Despite the fact that he was heavily involved in a life-or-death battle, Angelus seemed first and foremost concerned that I didn't see what was going on. "Buffy, shut your eyes!" Angelus commanded once more, his voice forceful and clenched with bits of pain as the vampire stabbed him across the stomach with a razor blade that I hadn't seen in his hand before.
I obeyed Angelus, shutting my eyes and pulling my knees to my chest to huddle even closer to the wall. The wall was my security blanket at the moment, and there was nothing that anyone could do, to make me leave my wall.
The sound of the vampire squealing in pain, quickly followed. I held my hands tightly over my ears to block out the sounds that would drive my nightmares for the next few years�decades.
And then there was a shadow in front of me. Hands closed over my own on my head, and fingers twined with my own, to pull my hands down. Two fingers lifted my chin, and I opened my eyes to see Angelus' dark eyes gazing down at me.
I started to cry, my lower lip trembling as I looked at the cut over his left eye. That was my fault. All he'd done, was throw words around, and I'd flipped out and run away like a crazed person. And because of that, Angelus is bleeding.
"I'm so sorry," a wall of emotions broke inside of me. I dropped my head down into my bent knees. I began to sob uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry," I said it again. "This is all my fault."
Pulling me into his arms, Angelus rushed to reassure me otherwise. "No, lover." He kissed the top of my head tenderly, as if trying to kiss away my pain. I felt need forming in the bottom of my stomach, and I couldn't resist giving in to it. God, it's only been a few hours and I have to have him! I can't control my body around him!
Helping me to my feet, he tipped my chin up once more so that I had to look into his eyes. "Angelus?" I quested, hoping he wouldn't have a rapid mood change and remember that he hates me for getting myself in such a stupid mess. His eyes searched my own, answering me without words. "Angelus...Make love to me?" I begged. Okay, begging was low and all-but Hey! if it gets the job done, I'm there!
Growling, he attacked my lips with his own. His tongue licked over mine, and when I went to take a taste of him, I slicked it accidentally over his razor-sharp fangs. My tongue was pierced, and I tasted blood. I pulled my lips back, only to have my face held still by Angelus' large hands, so that he could kiss me again and nurse at my tongue with his own.
I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and a moment later, I felt my jogging pants being ripped from my body. Part of me wanted to hide. We were in public! This is insane! But the larger part of me-that had the control right now-was telling me that this was right, and this was what I needed. Hoisting me up against the stone wall, Angelus thrust deep inside of me. Screaming as pleasure racked my body, I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him deeper inside.
Oh God! Why had I bothered to run away? Who cares what he says! As long as he doesn't take this away from me.
Pushing in to me with a driving rhythm, Angelus licked and nibbled his way down my neck, tasting the skin right over the throbbing jugular vein in my neck. I opened my eyes and looked at his forehead-positioned right in front of me as he licked my skin. I couldn't resist testing my tongue over the cut above his eyebrow, to see just what his own blood tasted like.
The moment he felt my tongue taste his blood, he snarled and thrust deeper inside of me. Every thrust that followed, was accompanied by a feral, carnal growl that made me shiver. I persisted with my tasting as I slid my tongue over the pierced skin that was rapidly healing. How did he do that? Why can't I have powers like that?
But then it dawned on me, that I can. If I want to give up my life, my sunshine, and my heart beat...I can have powers like Angelus. But not only that...I can be with Angelus forever.
The idea didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. Instead, it sent me into a harder drive of lust. I slammed my legs tighter against him to draw him in further with his next thrust. He was so big, and I could feel the limits of my sheath being tested with every single thrust of his hard member into my tight depths.
"You're not going to run away again," Angelus informed me. "Ever. Do you understand that, Buffy?" He looked up at me with glowing eyes that showed me just how serious he was.
I could only nod as I bent my head down to capture his lips in another breath-taking kiss(for me, that is. He has no breath to take). Squeezing my inner muscles around him as he drove in again, I felt my nerve endings exploding. His next thrust sent me over the climactic edge of passion, and I fell through the blinding realm of ecstasy, taking Angelus along with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was aware of Angelus nuzzling the skin over my heart. I heard him whisper, "it beats for me. Only for me." He looked up at me then and said, "time to go, lover. We must prepare for tonight."
"Why?" I asked. "What happens tonight?" it was hard to focus with Angelus still inside of me. I couldn't hold my body from squeezing his rapidly re-hardening member in an attempt to reignite what we had just completed.
Angelus grinned, drawing out and thrusting back inside of me. "Tonight, you meet the world."
With that, he pulled me away from the wall. Keeping me in his arms, he glided to the waiting limousine just outside of the alley, that I hadn't noticed before. He cast a glare at the chauffer when he dared to notice I was there, and then slid inside the limo; still buried deep inside of me. Sitting down on the leather seat with me in his lap, he took possession of my lips once more, and thrust upwards, into my tight channel.
I didn't know what Angelus had meant by 'meeting the world' tonight, but I knew one thing was for sure...I would be safe, no matter what. Angelus was a dangerous man, and when jealous or threatened, he's an even crueler creature. I could be safe though, resting assured with the true knowledge that he'd never hurt me.
And I knew that no matter what I said...He'd have forever, to prove it to me.