"More?" asks my dark tormenter.

" Non . I have had enough" as I stifle a yawn.

It has been a most...curious...evening.

Out for a walk through town, Angelus had turned us towards a small park that should have been closed at this time of night. But of course such things mean nothing to his kind.

In a clearing, by his arrangement, we sat upon a blanket and spoke of unimportant things as he tempted me with delicate pastries and sweet wine.

"Come..." He stands and draws me to my feet "let's go home".

As we stroll down the streets he chooses a path we have never taken before. Raising my head slightly I become aware of a most heady fragrance. Stopping, I close my eyes, inhale deeply, savoring the sweet scent.

"What?" he asks, looking at me.

"Can you not smell that?" I respond.

Taking a deep breath "Aye, I suppose it's pleasing".

"Suppose.." I sputter "It's wonderful".

We walk on and upon reaching the house he leaves me in the entryway saying he will return soon and moves back into to the night.

I have a servant draw me a bath and less than an hour later I am laying in a huge claw footed porcelien tub letting the heat soak into me as I idly trace patterns in the foam left by the bath salts, when the door crashes open.

Splashing water onto the floor in my surprise I see Angelus standing in the doorway, clutching a leafy branch covered in small white flowers. An unmistakable aroma fills the room.

"Night Blooming Jasmine" he says, voice low and dangerous.

I am frozen, eyes wide, hands pressed to my face as I try not to make a sound and he begins to, slowly, stalk towards me.

"I thought to myself," he continues,"she has behaved so well tonight, my Lion deserves a reward."

He stops by a small table to fondle a jar of bath salts. "I found it in the side garden of a house not far from our park."

I manage to remain silent, though with difficulty, and he turns and fixes me with those dark, dark eyes of his.

"Lush and green and nearly 8 feet tall," he says "growing beneath an upstairs window."

Replacing the jar, he continues toward me.

"And...would you like to know why it is so lush and green and 8 feet tall?" as he steps into the tub fully clothed, still clutching the flowers.

The aroma intesifies as he bends towards me and I draw back as far as I can.

"Because that is the window from which the house maid empties the chamber pot !!!"

And my laughter erupts from me to fill the room as I watch a drop of slime slide down his nose to fall into the water.

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