| TOOTH & NAIL |
| BY PREBUFFY & MAZZY |
| PART IV |
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| T & N dancing girl (pic not by QM) |
| *****Mazzy***** Trixie was long gone from his bed, but Spike could still smell her in the air--a mixture of lilacs and roses and cigarettes. Intoxicating as it was, and as tempted as was to take a nibble of her sweet scented flesh, he had stopped himself from going that far. Now, as he sat on the rumpled sheets of the bed, taking long drags of a ciggy, he thought about what had compelled his behavior of the previous night. What was it about that saccharine songstress that drove Angel to mere helplessness and Spike toward jealous revenge? He reflected back on his evening with Trixie--the feeling of the smooth, tight skin on her round thigh, the muscles of her long legs. All her flapper-esque dancing had graced her with exceedingly strong leg muscles. Usually he tended to like the porcelain type woman, much like his beloved Dru. And sometimes he even found that he had a preference for a more curvaceous type of woman, like that bitch Cecily he had desired when he was weak human. But the strength of Trixie�s body had turned him on in a way he didn�t expect. Strong women were his new weakness. Still, he wouldn�t hurt her, and maybe not even shag her again. He knew it was bad for business, and they didn�t need to invite any more questions into their arrangement. Rage and jealously led him to his escapades with the girl. Spike took another long drag and closed his eyes, savoring the highlights from the previous evenings romp. But when he imagined going through the heated motions again, he wasn�t with Trixie. His long lean body was on top of Honey, tasting her dark, buttery skin from head to toe, licking and feeling the tingle of her excitement on his wet tongue. His fingertips traced the outline of her erect nipples and each and every goosebump that his cold hands created as it swept across her caramel-skinned body. Before long, Spike felt a deeper longing inside himself and he became fully immersed in the fantasy of being with the songbird. When he had relished the images to the last possible moment, he snapped open his eyes. He would find a way to have her. To nibble just a bit of the sweet Honey. Two blocks down from the Tooth and Nail in an antiseptic coffee shop, a bitter Honey sat across from Lorenzo in a red upholstered booth. She was angry from his outburst. They hadn�t revisited the tension from the night before, but it was there--underlying their every moment together. She sipped a cup of Joe and let him ramble on about what she was really there for. Had she forgotten her real purpose, the job she was supposed to do? Eyes half-opened, she listened to Sprawl, never letting on that her thoughts were elsewhere, never betraying her mind to his destructive forces. Lorenzo was deep into a plate of pancakes as he spoke. "The trick here Honey is to get those vamps to show you their true faces. Word on the street is they got some deal going with the demon underlord Kangus. That�s why the chicks wind up missing. The vamps pawn the carcasses off to Kangus. Their bodies are never found. He in turn offers them �protection�, if you catch my drift.� Sprawl noticed her fading eyes and snapped her to attention. "Honey! Are you getting all of this?" She shook her head affirmatively and Lorenzo rambled on about the plan, but Honey was elsewhere. Never before had she let herself get so lost in a job. It was like a bad hangover. She knew she let Angelus get the upper hand, and she knew that put her in a vulnerable position. She had to get it back. But still, the more she thought about the way William and Angelus lived, the more she wondered what it would be like. She�d be out from under Lorenzo�s watching eye. She might even consider asking the boys to come with her to NY. Maybe open up a club there to rival The Cotton Club. Get all the best musicians to play there--Satchmo, Duke--whoever was hot. Half of those cats were demons anyway, out there living the true nightlife. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it might not be so bad. So Lorenzo�s plan might ultimately fit into her own plan. Get the vamps to show their true faces, but take what she needed from them. Angelus was quite the un-dead man, and her thoughts drifted to him often, but she sensed that William might be a little easier to manipulate. Maybe she could even use William for her purpose then take off with Angelus. However it worked out, she would be in charge of the situation, and when Lorenzo showed up to take out the boys, she�d turn the tables on him, and pay him back for her wasted years of "experience" on the job. Spike was still up in the room, probably recovering from his antics. Angelus knew that he liked to think about his encounters for a long time after, even obsess over his prey sometimes. He never understood why. He thought it was a weakness. In any case, he knew Spike was useless for the day, so it was up to him to get the club cleaned up and stocked for the night. Another bootleg Cuban cigar shipment was due to arrive from Capone�s boys any minute. Dealing with them had worked out easily enough. They�d pull out their Tommy guns; he�d pull out one of their favorite molls and a pair of fangs. It didn�t hurt that Angelus had infiltrated The Big Man�s rings with some of his own minions. Chicago was an easy town to play if you knew who the big players were and what weaknesses they exhibited. The dark-haired man rinsed out some glasses and placed them under the bar while thinking of Honey. She�d been so luscious, and it had been so long since a woman made him feel that weak. He didn�t like feeling weak, not normally. He never wanted to be a fool for love, EVER! But this wasn�t love, couldn�t be. Vamps aren�t supposed to love. Yet, he couldn�t get her out of his mind. Maybe he, too, was obsessing now? In a way, he felt a slight betrayal toward Darla, but he also knew that she was out making her own fun. Jealousy, anger - they were emotions that existed for them, but not toward each other. Usually his jealousy lay with Spike, more from competition than anything else. He wondered if this thing with Honey would come between them. He�d seen his prot�g�e lick his lips at the sight of the singer, and he couldn�t blame the chap. He knew that�s why the boy took up with Trixie. Angel knew he�d have to watch it. He was no fool for love, and on top of that, he was simply no fool. No dame, no matter how hot she was, was gonna play him. He might have to find a way to get her over to his way of thinking. Might be fun to have a new toy anyway. He was sure Spike wouldn�t object to some eternal female companionship, especially with Dru and Darla being so fickle. Angelus just wasn�t sure if he�d want to share this pot of Honey. There was a ring at the back door, and he guessed the cigar boys were on site. He transformed into his hideousness and moved from behind the bar to meet them. But something was off. The scent from the door wasn�t the usual, but it wasn�t unfamiliar either. He approached and opened it cautiously. |
| NC-17 WARNING |
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