It began as an interest. A hobby, really. But through the days, and the weeks...It became an obsession. A dark obsession that fueled my ever-burning desire to know more. To read. To listen...To learn. But like all hobbies, I soon found that this one could consume my entire being and all that I was. If I pursued it, that is.
And from the way I am today...I can tell you without doubts, that I pursued it to the end. Relentlessly, I had to know more. So I chased. I stalked. I pursued...Until it was all that I could think about. It was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes, and it was the last thing to cross my mind whenever I allowed myself to fall into an exhausted slumber-sometimes the first sleep I�d had in days.
You must be curious by now. Yes? You must be wondering what kind of story I am going to tell. You must be asking yourself, if I�m a hoax. A fake...An act.
But no, I answer. I am real.
To say it started slowly, would be a lie. No, it crept upon me so fast that I was too far in before I realized it was there. When I opened my eyes to what the world could really be, I found it was everything that I�d dreaded...and dreamed.
The first day I ever heard his name, was over a hundred years ago. The year was 2003. If you would be so kind as to listen...I would love to tell you the story.
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I awoke with a start, terrified of the nightmares still fresh in my mind. I had been having them more frequently. They used to come once every so often. But now they were nightly. A constant teasing-if you will. A reminder that there was something out there for me, that I knew nothing about, but had somehow been searching for since the day I was born, seventeen years ago. Maybe even before my birth...
�Buffy!� a voice rang out, knocking me from my thoughts and my memories. I sighed and shut my eyes, dropping my arm over my forehead and letting out a calming breath. It was the first day of my summer vacation. The first of many long, grueling days at my uncle�s home in Sunnydale, California. It had become a tradition two years ago, for my parents to send me to stay with my mother�s brother, Rupert Giles (Or �Giles�, as I like to call him) while they were off globe-trotting; exploring one new world after another. My parents never lacked in ways to make life exciting...Unless, of course, we�re referring to my own.
�Buffy!� the voice came again. �It�s time to get up! It�s nearly ten thirty!� The crisp accent of my uncle had amused me when I was younger. Now it just made him appear stuffy and boring. Or perhaps he�d always been that way, and I�d just been too amused by the sound of his voice, to really pay attention to just how dull his life was.
�And surely it would be a shame to sleep in past tea time,� I mumbled to myself in my best mock-British accent.
Rupert Giles spent his days-and nights-in his mansion atop a mountain overlooking the small town of Sunnydale. He was a recluse, to put it lightly. Books, were his main love. He spent hours indulging in his obsession of the unrealistic and generally obscene. Leave it to me, to have a crazy uncle as my room mate for the summer.
Most of my friends would be trying to find ways to amuse themselves back in Los Angeles where I am from. They�d be bored by now. It being the second day since school let out and all. I wish with all of my soul that I could be there with them; bored in the air conditioned mall. I�d rather be anywhere than Sunnydale, surrounded by nothing but books and a town of whackos to keep me entertained.
Not only were the people in this town strange and easily excited; they seemed to be very inventive in finding ways to get themselves killed. Puncture wounds to the throat. Puncture wounds to the wrist. A snap of the neck and somehow having no blood. Yes, the people of Sunnydale could assure the world that they knew what true creativity was.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed. Stretching my arms up towards the sky to relieve kinks and pains brought up by the nightmare�s restless slumber of the night before, I sighed to myself. Today was going to be the start of an extremely boring summer...Or so I thought.
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The day seemed to drag on forever. My morning and early afternoon, was spent out on the deck, trying to the best of my abilities to get some sort of tan. If I was doomed to be in Sunnydale, I might as well have a project to occupy my time. Why not choose one that made me look good as well?
But of course, Mother Nature decided that I shouldn�t start my tan just yet, and just as I was to return to the deck from lunch...The heavens opened and released their tears. It was pouring rain! And not only was my tan rained-out, my Aaliyah CD was totally soaked from where I had accidentally left it outside; waiting for my return.
So with no satellite TV, no sun for fun, and no one to talk to besides a stuffy old family member: I search for a way to end my boredom...If boredom is what you can call it. I�d prefer to call it �The end of my life� because there is NO way that I am going to survive this summer in Sunnydale.
Wandering around the huge, old mansion, I sighed and spoke out loud to myself. �No tan, no air conditioning, no television, ands no friends. Why does this always happen to me?� Wandering through a long hallway, I kept my eyes open for freaky Sunnydale residents that perhaps crept in through the windows at night. You could never be too careful around people like them.
At that moment, I turned the corner of the hallway, and found myself at the top of a set of stairs. The level that the stairs led to below me, was dark and seemingly unconnected to every light switch that I tried. I sighed, �well, I guess that�s the end of this tour.�
Of course, at that moment; fate interrupted my plans to turn around and go back the way I�d come. It just figures that at a time like this, I�d fall and trip down the cold stairs. Letting out a sharp shriek as I lost my balance, I tumbled backwards, falling back and back into the darkness that would soon, unwittingly, become normal to me.
Landing on my back at the bottom of the stone stair case, I couldn�t help saying a silent prayer of thanks that I didn�t snap my neck or break my back. That would have put the ultimate damper on my already-hopeless summer vacation. There�s nothing like being in a body cast in the middle of nowhere!
I pulled myself to my feet and dusted the dirt off the back of my pants. I was about to head back up the stairs, when I heard a noise from behind me in the darkness. I swallowed the lump of frozen fear that had formed in my throat all of a sudden, and called out, �hello?...Giles?� I didn�t know my uncle all that well, so I wasn�t too comfortable with using the �uncle� phrase. Plus, it just sounds so dated.
I heard a sound from the top of the stairs, and I turned to look once more. Seeing nothing, I turned back to the darkness. I let out a surprised scream at the sight that met my eyes now. A torch on the side of the wall had somehow lit itself, and I was face-to-face with a large, wooden door. Now, the door wasn�t the terrifying thing. Doors, in general, aren�t all that scary. The terrifying thing, was the face painted on the door.
It looked like the face of a demon, but none that I could identify immediately. It had sharp, hideous fangs, gold eyes, and a seemingly human face. After several moments of staring at it, I realized what the face was. It was a vampire�s face. The mouth was opened wide, and in the back of my mind, I could almost hear the hissing growl it released.
Shaking my head of my ridiculous thoughts, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. My uncle was always reading about dark things like witches and black magic, so perhaps this was a way to his spare study, or another book collection.
Hearing no response from inside the room, I decided to simply try going on. I grabbed hold of the ancient doorknob, and tried the door to see if it was locked. Seeing that it wasn�t, I pushed it open and stepped inside. To my amazement, the moment the door opened, the torches all around the walls of the room, lit up like magic.
The room resembled every other study that I�d seen in old mansions like this one, but there was something different about it. The walls were lined with thick books, and the room looked like it hadn�t been entered in years. There was a thick layer of dust on the large mahogany desk in the center of the room, and there were cobwebs all over the books and ceilings.
An icy chill crept down my spine, reaching into my stomach and tickling me until I shuddered in utter fear. But still, my curiosity was fueling my actions. I moved further into the room, walking slowly to the large desk in the center of the room. There was a small candle on the desk, and a large, black books. Nothing else. And of course, the moment I stepped up to the desk; the candle lit itself.
�Well,� I sighed, �this just keeps getting weirder.� I frowned, �any smart person would have turned around and gone back by now. But no! I just have to keep going,� the sarcasm was dripping from my every word.
Moving right up to the desk, I looked down at the book. It was covered with at least ten year�s worth of dust. I slid my fingers around the edge of the cover, and finally gathered the nerve to wipe off the title. The title intrigued me more than a book had ever managed to at any point in my life. The book was called...
�Angelus: The One With the Angelic Face�.
�Let me guess,� I sighed, �it�s a journal of a really arrogant millionaire who was obsessed with dark, cradle-robbing creatures of the night.� Flipping open the title, I was surprised to find that it wasn�t a diary or journal at all...It was a biography.
I sat down in the large, leather chair; not even thinking about the dust and dirt that I was introducing to my pants as I sat. No, something had caught my attention. Now, I had to know more.
This was the start.
Opening the book further, I began to read
My name is Darla. I write today, not as a master vampires, and not as a servant to The Master�But as a watcher. An eye-witness. You see, in my long life, I have done many things. I am proud of most of them. But one act of my own that continues to baffle my pride, is Angelus. So I shall release my thoughts and my inner questions, onto this paper. This shall be done in the hopes that one day, someone will answer my question�
Am I proud of my creation? Of my Dark, Beautiful masterpiece?
I stopped reading, wondering if perhaps this book was fiction. Maybe the author was just writing a journal through the perspective of a vampire, and this had nothing to do with real, live vampires.
But deep down inside, I knew that was a false hope. Something inside of me had ignited when I�d first found it. Oddly, it felt as if I had found the start of what I was searching for but never knew I was on a quest to find. Now, my head is spinning with thoughts. Did I ever know before this, that a simple book could excite me so much? Who is this Dark Creation that Darla, the vampiric author, is referring to.
The only way to learn more, I knew, was to read on.
Angelus, my Dark Childe�He is lost to me now, thought he remains in this world-as I believe he ever shall will. But he is gone to me. Believing that I have betrayed him for my love of the Master I have served for hundreds of years; Angelus has left me. Now, left to my thoughts, I can only admit to these papers that I regret my decision. I would have gladly left with my Dark Prince, had only I had the nerve to tell it to the Master�s face.
I was too coward.
Angelus, however, has never known what true fear is. Even that fateful night many years ago, when I led him to that dark alley and granted him his Eternal Gift�He was not afraid. I�d like to think he was, though. The ability to cause fear, is something that I treasure as a vampire. To have it so roughly taken from me this one time, was something I wasn�t ready for.
To be honest, I think that I was the one that was afraid. The powers resting inside of Angelus, even before I turned him, were ones that made my skin shake. He had the abilities to be powerful�Over everyone. Man. Woman. Demon. Probably even you, the reader of these immortal pages, could not deny Angelus if he summoned you.
I stopped reading for a moment, to ponder these pages. This story that the vampires was telling, was one that I knew was still going on to this day. I could only imagine what happened to Angelus. Maybe he�s still around�
I turned the page, and stopped dead at the sight that met my eyes. It was a picture. A portrait, drawn by Darla, of Angelus. The first thing my eyes focused on, was the eyes of the gorgeous man in the picture. Even thought they were simply charcoal sketched onto paper, there was a mystery in them. I couldn�t hide the pool of lust that began to gather in the pit of my stomach. One look at those eyes in real life, and surely I would be lost forever. It would be like falling into an eternal darkness of pleasure and satisfaction�Yes, it would be filled with longing.
Reaching a hand to the page, I ran my fingers over the long hair sketched onto the aged paper. Without a doubt, I was enchanted.
�Angelus,� I whispered.
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I looked up from my prey, and sniffed the air. Dropping the near-lifeless body of my victim to the ground, I cocked my head and listened. I had arrived in Sunnydale just a few hours ago; feeling something pulling me to the mouth of Hell. I�d never much cared for the mystical activity around the Hellmouth. I preferred to cause chaos in places that wouldn�t expect it. But now, I felt as if there was a reason for my arrival in the small California city.
And then I heard it. A voice. A soft, sweet, innocent, breathy voice. It spoke my name like a prayer. Like a truly cherished thing. �Angelus�� I wanted to hear it again and again. The young girl who spoke it, probably had no idea that I could hear her�and feel her. I knew, without a doubt, that she would be gorgeous. Perfect. Gorgeous. Innocent. Most people don�t understand what can be heard in a whisper. But a vampire-especially a vampire that listens like I do-can feel a person�s entire being in one simple whisper.
Perking my senses forward, I set off in my search for the voice. The sun had just fallen, so I would have all night to search for the owner of the innocently sweet voice.
This was the start of my obsession.
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It was about this time, that I heard the thunder start. I looked up from the picture of Angelus, and realized how long I�d been staring at the sketching of his face. I realized that Giles was probably looking for me frantically, so I gathered up the book, and left the den. Just like how they opened: the doors shut behind me automatically, as if by magic.
�Giles!� I called as I wandered through the house, holding the book in my arms; squeezing it against my chest as if it was a source of protection to me now. I wandered into the dining room, and I noticed that someone had recently eaten at the head of the table. Also, my plate was set next to the place that Giles usually occupied. Great! I�d missed dinner. Now, Giles was going to be upset with me.
Checking my plate closer, I noticed that he�d left a note for me. I set down my book, and picked up the small piece of folded, white paper. I read it out loud to myself. �Buffy�Gone out for the evening to a Dark Arts Conference at the local college. Enclosed is a number with which you can have me paged, if needed. Dinner is waiting for you, since you seemed to have been otherwise occupied when it was put out. I shall be back very late.�
I frowned and set down the note. �Only Giles, could write the word �shall� in a letter.� Thunder pounded outside, and the lights flickered. �Oh please don�t go off,� I begged the electricity Gods.
I went up to my room, feeling as if I was waiting for something. It couldn�t be that I was waiting for Giles�So what on earth was I waiting for? I made quick work of getting changed into some boy-cut underwear and a tank top. I felt so tired all of a sudden. Sleep would be a welcome escape from this world of nothingness.
And sure enough, just as I laid down in bed, the electricity went off. �Great,� I sighed. The room was illuminated only by the flashes of lightning that shot through the sky every minute or so. I turned my head and looked over to the glass doors that led out to the balcony off my bedroom. The lightning flashed, and I saw the entire balcony; empty.
I couldn�t stop myself from thinking of Angelus. He was so gorgeous. So incredible. I�d never known that he existed�until today. Now the only thing I want to do, is learn more. And as I shut my eyes and allowed the darkness of sleep to claim me, I had no idea that he had already found me. And as I slept�
He was watching me.
**
As I watched the gorgeous, petite blonde slip into the arms of sleep; I smiled to myself. After all this time, I�d finally found her. I�d been waiting so long; looking for her. I�d been thinking that I should let her go, and all along, she�d been waiting for me to come to her. It was as if fate was intervening now; bringing me back to her.
I�d always known I�d find her. The one who I could spend eternity simply holding�worshipping. For the last two hundred and forty years, I�d felt her in the back of me. Her soul was what I clung to when I felt the insane need to destroy the world. The idea that she was out there somewhere, is what kept me from bringing Hell to earth.
From staking myself.
My plan formed fast, as if it was given to me by the Gods, themselves. It would be so easy, it should be a sin.
But how can love be a sin?
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I woke up feeling the same nervous anticipation that I�d felt all through last night. In the back of my mind, my dreams were still vivid. I had been in the dark; running away from something, and towards it at the same time. I remember how I felt, even now, as the last tremors of my dream began to dissipate. I had felt nervous, scared, and for some reason I�d felt as if my blood was boiling with desire and anticipation of things to come, once I reached my destination.
Why can�t dreams just be easy to understand?
I slid out of bed and dressed for the day ahead. Arriving downstairs, I found Giles making his usual morning tea and crumpets meal. He turned to smile at me when I entered the room. For some reason, he was beaming. This could only mean one of two things.
One: He�d been accepted into some dark, cult club.
Or two: He didn�t have to spend the entire summer with me, and he was going somewhere.
�Good morning, Buffy. It�s wonderful to see you out of bed without encouragement, at a decent hour. I trust you slept well,� he set a plate of breakfast in front of me. �
�What�s with the cheery?� I asked, slumping slightly in my seat as I picked up a fork and started flicking at my breakfast. For some reason, I couldn�t find an appetite for solid food.
�The most marvelous news,� Giles said as he came to join me at the breakfast table.
�You�re pregnant?� I offered, trying to sound funny and then realizing that Giles probably wouldn�t be able to acknowledge my own form of humor. From the look of vagueness on his face, I could tell that I was right.
�Well, obviously,� he said, seeming a bit flustered. �No, that�s not the news,� he informed me.
�What a surprise,� I sighed.
�The news, is that I have received word from the Watcher�s Council in London. The Watcher�s Council is an organization of demonic and dark arts, which specializes in history and procedures. They have accepted my request for a two-week lesson in the history of the dark arts. I am to fly to London this afternoon, and be educated in the Watcher�s Academy for the next two weeks. Isn�t that marvelous?� He smiled brightly.
�Marvelous?� I raised my brow at him. �Does this mean that I�ll be staying here on my own for two weeks, surrounded by the crazy citizens of Sunnydale, and the things that go �bump� in the night?�
�In a word�Yes,� Giles almost smiled. He got to his feet once more and took a final sip of his tea. �I have to begin packing now. My flight leaves very soon. But, I have left the number of where you can reach me, by the stove.�
�Giles!� I stopped him before he could leave the room. �Giles�� I paused, and then asked-trying not to sound too intrigued, �Who exactly, is Angelus?�
He stopped moving. Stopped breathing. Turning finally, to look at me, he asked, �what do you know about Angelus?�
�Nothing,� I replied a little too quickly. �I just fell down some stairs yesterday and there was a door with his name on it,� I looked down, and then to Giles through hooded eyes, hoping that he bought my story. He seemed to believe me, but he looked so serious as he scurried back to the table to sit next to me once more.
�Buffy, Angelus was a vampire. A Master Vampire. I know that the hot young blood, and historically-deprived brain that you possess may make this concept a rather difficult one to grasp, but�Vampires DO exist. Angelus was a killer. A murderous fiend. His only ambition, was to cause as much pain as possible.�
�Was?� I asked, furrowing my brow. �So�He�s dead now? I mean�He�s dust? Gone?� I didn�t understand how that could be. I could feel him. I could feel him pumping through my veins. Through my heart. My soul. My entire being was flooded with the essence of him.
�It hasn�t been proven that Angelus is dead,� Giles said slowly. �But it hasn�t been proven that he�s still in existence. About a hundred years ago, Angelus disappeared. No one has heard a word of him. So no one knows. Perhaps he died. Perhaps he still lives. Rumors fly around this mansion, that he had a secret study hidden somewhere. But I�ve never been able to find it,� Giles looked around the room as he spoke, as if looking now, would help him find what he had never been able to discover before.
�You mean�This was his house?� My eyes widened.
�No. Not Angelus�. His sire�s. Darla, was her name. But apparently when Angelus would visit, he would spend the majority of his time in his hidden den. Legend has it, that his study was sealed by Darla, and that she put a book inside, describing the details of Angelus� existence. But like I said�Nothing is proven.�
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Giles must have thought that the little information he provided me, was enough to satisfy my simple question. However, he had no way of knowing that my questions were numerous, and far from �simple�. I wanted to know absolutely everything that there was too know about Angelus, and the reasons that I felt him so vividly inside of me.
So my uncle was off, and I was left with nothing but a mansion filled with history, and an eerie feeling that someone who mattered more to me than life, was hovering nearby. Who, I had no idea. Where, I had no clue.
I couldn�t contain myself from reading more from Darla�s book. It fascinated me, to say the least. But I was confused by it as well. It probably should have confused me, but it didn�t. It made perfect sense. Every single word she wrote, was like a clear bell ringing inside the back of my mind.
A week passed, and all that I could think about, was Angelus. I read Darla�s book front-to-back, two many times to count, just hoping that I could find an imperfection in this seemingly-perfect, dark, Lord of the night. Granted, he was a ruthless killer�But I needed him so.
I went through the hidden den over and over. I found many pictures of Angelus. Some were what Darla thought he might look like in present-times. Some were of memories from the past that she found it necessary to record with charcoal, to history.
My only thought, was that I had to know more. This must be where my next idea came from, for I never thought I�d think up something this crazy without some sort of motivation for it.
My idea? My plan? What I did?
It was night. Plain and simple. The sky was dark and clouded, looking like a black hole that wanted nothing better than to suck me in, and never let me go again. So with that in mind, I headed to the graveyard. Well, one of them. Sunnydale has a not-so-surprisingly large amount of graveyards. Stupid move. I know. But something inside of me urged me onward, encouraging me to go to the graveyard to find the reason that I couldn�t think straight any more.
My feet stepped over the fresh night dew on the grass as it slowly began to form in the mist. Looking all around me, I couldn�t help but feel like I was finally getting somewhere with my search.
And then it happened.
�I found you,� came a deep, melodic voice that purred of wonderful delights. �After all this time�I�ve found you.�
I turned quickly, tightening my hands into fists incase I had to start swinging. �Who are you?� I asked, unable to make out a clear form in the darkness. I couldn�t see a thing.
�You know the answer to that question, my love,� as he spoke these words, he stepped out from behind the tree in front of me.
And there he was. My dark prince. Dressed in black, leather pants, a blood-colored, silk shirt, and a long, black duster. He was the most magnificent being I�d ever laid eyes on. He smirked softly at me, �no Hello?� When still I said nothing, he stepped closer to me. �Then allow me to make the opening remark.� With that, he slid an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. It seemed to take an eternity for his lips to settle a burning kiss onto my own. But the moment that he did, tingles shot through me and he set my entire mind into a whirl.
Fates clashed as his lips pressed into my own. I found myself helpless to the allure that his dark essence was projecting in to me. Hopelessly caught, I didn�t even try to fight. I parted my lips with little to no avail, and reveled in the feeling of his tongue sliding in to my mouth to gently caress my own. His kiss was tender, yet demanding. Forceful, yet passive in the most romantic and sensual way.
But then it was gone. His lips were no longer on mine. I opened my eyes to look up at him, and I swear I almost died on the spot. The way his eyes were lit up with fire, made me want him more and more. I�d never wanted anything like I now knew that I wanted him.
�My dear, I do believe you�ve been expecting me,� he chuckled softly in a low, melodic voice that made the insides of my legs tingle with anticipation. Oh how could he be so incredibly perfect? It�s just not fair.
The mood was broken to a slight degree, when suddenly there was an explosion from some place off behind me. I turned around reflexively, to see what it was. The sight that met my eyes, was enough to make my jaw drop. I was in total shock. There�s just no way to describe what began to race through my mind as I watched the church behind me on fire; blazing like a witch being burned at the stake in 18th century Salem.
�You will be my Queen, Buffy,� came that smooth-yet-rough voice.
�Okay,� I answered simply as I turned to face him once more, without even taking a moment to think about what I was saying to this dark, handsome man behind me.
�What?� he frowned. He sighed, �no. No, it doesn�t work that way. You have to put up some form of resistance. This makes my victory much sweeter.�
I took that in to consideration. �Oh. I see,� I frowned. �Okay, um�� I thought for a moment, trying to find a good reason to fight him off, or at least pretend to. �No, I will not be your�Queen,� I frowned. Why on earth would I not want to be the Queen to my Dark King? I shook my head, �fuck it,� with that, I pushed myself towards Angelus, capturing his lips with my own once more.
He seemed surprised at first, and then he chuckled softly against my lips. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me that extra bit closer. And suddenly, all of my virgin ways were gone. I couldn�t control my hand from slipping down his chest, to squeeze the hard bulge in his pants. Angelus moaned longingly into my mouth.
Seconds ticked by, and then he broke the kiss once more. Gazing down at me with parted lips, he seemed to be surprised. �It�s not going like it should,� he informed me in a bit of a daze.
�How should it go?� I asked, my innocence shining through in every syllable. That seemed to be all it took for him to want me again. Kissing me harshly, he backed me towards an old, marble mausoleum. He swung me up into his arms, and kicked open the door to the dark room of death. Taking me inside, he set me down on top of one of the large, stone coffins.
Allowing me air, he smirked down at me. Then, he dropped to his knees. The coffin had me raised to just the right height for him when he was down on his knees like this. Sliding my legs apart, he inhaled my essence as his hands made quick work of ripping my skirt in half, and ridding me of the strenuous material. My panties went in much the same fashion, until I was bare to his gaze, his touch�His taste.
At the first feel of his tongue against my hot clit, I dropped my head back and released his name in a breathy moan. With that one touch, I felt like I was ready to come. I�d never been happier then I was at this point, that I had saved myself for the right one. For now I knew, that Angelus was my destiny. My fate.
He was-is-the right one.
All thoughts dissipated with the next flick of his tongue. Sliding my fingers through his hair and over his scalp, I moaned again as he began a gentle, licking rhythm. I felt like I was boiling inside. The tingles in my stomach were almost too much to handle. I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of the situation.
**
Tasting my new obsession, gave me the extra bit of knowledge that I needed, to know that she was truly mine�If I�d had any doubts, that is. She moaned my name again, and my raging erection grew even more possible. I was torturing myself here for some reason. Although I couldn�t exactly figure out why. I wanted her. She wanted me. So why wasn�t I just getting the job done and claiming her fully?
Out of nowhere, my answer came. I wanted to make her beg for it. I wanted her to know what it felt like to have to wait around for me, as I had for her for all this time. She needed to feel the longing like I felt it. She had to feel that burn, and admit that she felt it, before I would give in to my desires and claim her. Yes, she was going to crave me like nothing else. She was going to breathe me like oxygen.
I felt her begin to quiver under my tongue, signaling her approaching climax. I took this opportunity to slide a finger inside of her tight channel. She gasped at the invasion, and I smiled to myself as I felt her body�s confusion at this new object. She was a virgin.
Perfect.
Love, I knew you would wait for me.
Her climax came then, washing over her like a cloud of misty pleasure. She screamed my name, clutching my head closer to her, as if she feared that I would leave. But honestly�Where else would I go? The only place I belonged now, was with her. Everything else was for the rest of the world to have. All I needed, was this precious girl.
My plan was forming, as if it had been written by the Fates themselves, and I was only just now beginning to realize it had been intended for me all along. I would tease her. Toy with her. Until she couldn�t take it anymore, and she simply had to have me.
Then I would claim her as my Queen, and we would rule this universe like the true Gods we were-and always had been. So with that in mind, I forced myself to resist her calling sweetness, and refrain from joining her in ecstasy.
**
When he was sure that he had licked me clean, Angelus stood before me. Smirking at me, he leaned in to kiss me ever-so-gently. I could barely feel his lips against my own as he tenderly worshipped me. It took me a moment to realize, that this kiss was his way of saying Goodnight. When finally his lips parted from my own, he looked down at me with fire in his eyes.
�You�re leaving,� I spoke in a low voice, hoping to God that if he didn�t hear me, then he wouldn�t do what I said. It was a foolish hope, but I clung to it much the same.
�Not leaving,� he corrected me. Applying another kiss to my forehead, he whispered, �you need to know what it feels like, my love. Then�we�ll be together.�
�When will I see you again?� I was trying to get as much out of him before he turned and left me there like I knew he was going to.
He smirked softly, �I�m always here, lover. All you have to do�is ask.� And with that, he turned and left me in the dark crypt of death. I watched as he retreated into the darkness, not even turning once to look at me over his shoulder.
Something tells me this is going to be interesting.
Deadly interesting.
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