Title: Breathless Silences Author: Foxhunt2blue Summary: Demons do not possess souls at least that's what humans thought. Rating: R for Adult Situations Disclaimer: Joss & all his little mutants own this world. I do not---sniff! :-( Spoilers: Post-ep for Season 2 "I Only Have Eyes for You" Feedback: Please? ::whimpers:: E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com Author's Note: After watching this ep I was thinking about the whole Angel/Angelus soul thing. Then I thought---what if the human soul is trapped inside the vampire? If the soul is trapped in a type of stasis maybe the curse on Angelus only reversed who was in control. Think about it. Why was Angelus so freaked out? He could have killed Buffy right there, but he didn't he ran. Just a theory folks! ;-) ~~~~~~ The breathless silences between your touches smolder in the reflected fire light of your kiss. ~Doris Vallejo ~~~~~~ He had thought it would be so easy---being in control once more---it wasn't though. Spike wasn't making things any easier either. Maybe he knew that Angelus wasn't the biggest or baddest any longer. If it weren't for Dru he would go wheel the little bastard out to the beach and leave him there to greet the morning sun. She cared for him though. He was her childe after all was said and done. Just as she was Angelus' childe. The feel of the cold water on his skin would never wash away the feelings that had boiled up in him at finding himself in Buffy's arms. Her taste still lingered on his lips and somewhere deep inside he could feel Angel sigh with pleasure as he slipped into his dreamless sleep. Until those damned gypsies had cursed him into a living hell he had been happily ignorant. Ignorant of what he truly was and how the Watchers were so wrong about vampires. The human soul never really left the body after the change. It lay dormant within the body feed- ing the vampire just as much as their victims did. A complex symbiotic relationship between demon and human. It was like having a split personality. The demon would use the personality of the human soul to assimilate to the human world. Feeding off memories and knowledge. Usually the demon wasn't even aware, but in his case the gypsies had done one hell of a number on the laws of the unnatural. "You might want to let up. They say when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated." Spike's sarcasm ripped through him---tearing him from his thoughts. "What do you know about it? I'm the one who was friggin' violated. You didn't have this thing in you." God damn ghosts, he growled to himself as he passed Spike. If it hadn't been for them he wouldn't be ready to gnaw his own lips off. Darla had always warned him about spirits. Telling him if they were strong enough they could take over even the most powerful vampire. He'd never really believed her though. To him it had always been some made-up fairy tale---a way for the Master to keep his brood in line. Apparently not. Wouldn't be the first time he was wrong. That spirit though was a wicked little bastard. Strong enough even to control a Slayer. "What was it? A demon?" Dru questioned him with that soft childish voice that had lulled more than one victim into complicity. That was a good question. He couldn't allow Spike anymore fodder than he had already done. He shouldn't have let them see him this freaked, but all he could do was think of Buffy. The feel of her warmth against his chilled flesh, the taste of her lips, the want that had awoke something deep inside him that sickened him. "Love!" He hissed through tight lips. As he slipped into his shirt he wondered though if it was the love of the spirits or the love he had felt for Buffy. No---not him---that disgusting soul that still tortured him with memories of silken skin and soft sighs. It confused and terrified him like nothing he had ever experienced. He just wanted to get away from that feeling of helplessness that was coursing through his veins. With Dru in tow he escaped the garden into the night, leaving behind the sweet scent of jasmine in search of blood. ~~~~~~ Despite Dru's suggestion of a toddler Angelus wanted to taste something more. He wanted to rid himself of the taste of Buffy and the only way was to wash it away in blood. In East Sunnydale where the darkness seemed to congregate they found a biker bar where he was sure he could find release. There would be no 'love' or 'Buffy' he thought. Nothing sweet other than the flow of blood---thick and dark like watered rubies. Dru was drawing attention from half of the guys in the bar---not an unusual occurrence---and it brought a smile to Angelus' lips. She was quite capable of taking care of herself no matter what Spike thought. Wandering through the smoky bar Angelus found himself drawn to a far corner where a lone woman sat, nursing a beer. Deep inside him Angel whimpered softly at the sight of this perfect duplicate of the woman he had come to love. Angelus on the other hand thought what a perfect twist to the night. Not only could he wash away that sickening feeling deep inside him, but he could double the pleasure in torturing the human soul that writhed deep in his gut. "Is this seat taken?" The woman glanced up her soft hazel eyes filled with tears, a web of creases at their corners gave away her age. "It's a free country," she hissed, turning back to her beer. "My name is Angelus." Sweeping back a wild strand of honey-gold hair the woman studied him with a look of distaste. "So are you gay or something?" A deep laugh ripped from him, making her eyes widen. "Or something would be the case." She snorted. "I should have known...," Know what?" "The good ones are always gay or married. Is she your wife?" She nodded to where Dru sat at a table surrounded by men both young and old---a queen surrounded by her court. "No, she's my sister." "Yeah. So why you two out here in the company of such stunning society?" "Hunger," Angelus whispered. "Your very beautiful---did you know that?" She laughed this time and for a moment Angelus saw the lines smooth around her eyes and she could have been sixteen. The years erased in a swift moment made him think of Buffy again. "Is that a come-on line?" "Yes." His eyes flashed gold for a moment as he leaned in to this stranger who looked like the Slayer. "Come with me." He whispered softly. She rose from the bench taking his hand in hers following him without question. As Angelus moved to the back door he threw a glance back at Dru a smile gracing his lips one which she returned---her dark eyes flashing. ~~~~~~ The alley as most in this neighborhood was a shadowy place filled with the stench of human despair. Guiding the woman to a dark alcove Angelus pushed her into the wall his eyes glittering with his unholy thirst. She giggled totally oblivious to what she was about to become---a stand in for what Angelus really wanted. Slowly she knelt on the filthy ground her fingers fumbling at the waist of his slacks. Angelus grimaced as he felt her hot little fingers wrap around his cool flesh. "A little cold are you?" She smiled up at him as she began to stroke him. "I can take care of that for you." A hiss escaped Angelus as she took him into her mouth---licking and suckling his flesh until it began to harden. If he closed his eyes he could see Buffy's innocent face her lips stretched wide as she made him harder than he thought possible. "Yes...," he hissed beginning to pump his hips,his fingers tightening in her golden hair. This was where he wanted Buffy---on her knees worshipping him---tasting him. With a grunt he ripped the woman from his cock and yanked her to her feet. She gasped in surprise as he brutally claimed her mouth, one of his hands still tangled in her hair the other pushing her skirt up. A moan escaped the woman as he cupped her ass in his hands lifting her up and impaling her with one swift movement. It wasn't her that he saw though, it was Buffy her tight lithe body beneath him as he pinned her to the wall. This wasn't about love it was about taking what he wanted---what he deserved. "Oh...oh god...," she whimpered as he slammed into her over and over violently. God had very little to do with it. Reaching between their bodies he ripped her blouse open---buttons scattering into the shadows. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the wall, his mouth coming down to engulf one swollen nipple as he continued to slam into the heat of her squirming body. "...please...god please...stop," she moaned as his teeth bit into her sensitive flesh, drawing blood. "You...you're hurting me!" She gasp. With a roar he reared back his face shifting, then he was biting into the woman's throat. She let out a choked scream her eyes rolling back into her head and fluttering. He drank until she was dry---her heart slowing until it stopped. Grunting he pulled back from her limp body letting it slid to the ground. Staring down in her pale lifeless face he growled in frustration. It hadn't worked. All he could think of was her---that damnable kiss. With a groan he tucked himself back into his pants. What would it take to wipe that moment from his mind? "Angel...sweetness." He turned to see Dru leaning against the wall---a fresh heart cupped in her blood soaked hands. A beautifully insane smile danced across her lips as she lifted the heart in offering to him. "Dru...whatever have you been up too?" He raised a brow thankful for the distraction. "Nothing more than you my love," her whisper was soft and amused. "Did you find what you needed?" It never failed to amaze him how insightful Dru could be when it came to the unspoken. Her eyes glittered as she stepped closer, lifting the dripping heart to her lips. As her face shifted she smiled wider her incisors glittering in the dim light. "No," Angelus whispered, "...I didn't." Drusilla moved even closer---her body melding to his---as she danced to some silent music only she could hear. She lifted the glistening heart to his face with a soft hum. "Is this what my Angel wants? A heart?" Angelus pushed away from Dru his eyes flashing gold in irritation. "What the hell are you playing at Dru?" "Spirits sometimes show us the truth...some- times they tempt us with what we can not have. Did the bad spirit upset my sweet Angel?" She moved away the silk of her dress swirling around her as she danced just out of Angelus' reach. "We need to get back Dru the sun is coming up." He couldn't face the truth. Demons were incapable of the emotions he felt swirling deep in his belly. Drusilla smiled at the frown playing across his face as Angelus stormed from the alley. His gut ached with the blood he had taken in hopes of silencing the voice that whispered constantly. The voice of a soul that would not rest until it was in control once more. "No antidote for this my sweet Angel." Dru bit into the heart relishing the sweet warmth of the dying flesh on her tongue. With a resigned sigh she tossed the heart over her shoulder where it landed with a wet splat on the cooling body of the woman. "Once the Slayer stings she does not let go," she whispered as she followed Angelus into the quickly fading night. The End Here is the complete poem written by Doris Vallejo. It can be found in the book "Mirage" a completion of Boris Vallejo's erotic fantasy paintings. ~~~~~~ The breathless silences between your touches smolder in the reflected fire light of you kiss. The fevered salt-stench of your body burns me yet, I've no will to flee. No wish for cooling empty air to ease me. No need for antidotes against your sting. Don't stop! Don't stop lest I die sucking, shrieking at you from all the entrances and exits you have made.