"Do it." she whispered. She pulled her hair back and exposed her neck to me. I was tempted to do what she asked of me, but the remnants of my feelings for her still echoed in my non existent heart. I was so angry that she could make me feel like this. I was not Angel anymore. Angelus had returned and it was marvelous not to feel the guilt gnawing at me anymore.
I tried. But I couldn't make myself kill her. Every time I looked at her I would see her face in the throes of passion. Her lovely mouth opened in a silent scream as I... NO! Please, rid me of this torment! In a last desperate attempt at burying my last emotions I took what she offered. I twisted my hands into her hair and lowered my fangs to her neck. In a crude movement I sank my fangs into her skin. When I felt the blood starting to flow underneath my tongue, I retracted my fangs and started lapping at the sweet ambrosia pouring out from her neck.
It was heaven to feel her pulse underneath my lips while I desperately sucked out her life force.