DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters except Kitara! So stay
back, Jossy! *smile*
Name: Katie...or Lori...or Aurora....depends on who you are... *wink*
E-mail: psycho_phishie1@yahoo.com...or just review!
Summary: My OC, Kitara, has always been with our favorite PI's. She
is a very pretty Italian girl who happens to have been Angels non-
sexual lover, 'cause, ya know...curse and all. But that all changes
during Reign of Fire when Angelus is released and comes after Kitara.
Suppose they didn't capture him, and life contains some sembalnce
of....normalcy? My first fic...so be nice and enjoy! ;-)
**I would like to thank my two great friends for helping me write this
story!!!**
Chapter one: After Me...
October 12, Sunday, 2:15 AM, Hyperion Hotel:
Silence.
Something that only someone like her could achieve.
I don't hear him. Maybe he's out, and I'll get some rest.
Nothing stirred as Kitara Swiftwind made her way through the silent
halls of the Hyperion Hotel. Fred, Gunn and Wesley had gone on patrol.
Cordelia went home early, and Lorne had a gig tonight. Reaching her
room, the tall Italian girl with the black hair and blue eyes switched
on her nightlight. She stood for a moment, surveying her room;
smelling.
He hadn't come looking for her. Yet.
Ever since Angelus had been released, she had felt him looking for her.
She was Angels' lover, and the first thing that Angelus set his sights
on when he escaped.
Fool. He thinks I don't know that he wants me. Men.
Kitara picked up her remote and turned the TV in the corner on. She
didn't notice the figure move in the doorway. Slowly, Kitara stood,
unbuckling the lowrise jeans that bore the name of her lover: Angels.
The black halter top came next, followed by the black strapless Lilly
of France bra.
Thank the Goddess. I can sleep tonight.
She sighed as her Bugs Bunny boxers slid into place and the white tee
settled on her shoulders. One swift movement, and the nightlight was
off and Kitara was in bed.
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Utterly silent, Angelus had watched her from the crack in the door.
She was totally oblivious to his presence, and he kept it that way.
For now.
Oh yes, Kitara. I have found you. And tonight, you won't get away.
Angelus almost started to reach for the doorknob, but hesitated. He
wanted to savour this completely. Ever since Angel had found Kitara,
sedeuced her, and waited to claim her, Angelus had sat in the
background, biding his time. He chuckled to himself, wondering if
Kitara knew that she had really made love to him instead of Angel.
Angel really wasn't there. It was Angelus claiming Kitara. Now he was
free of Angel. Free to have her...all...to himself.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. Angelus' hand turned the
doorknob...
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Kitara was only aware the door had opened when a faint breeze wafted
over her. She flipped herself over and gasped at the ominous shadow in
the doorway. Her jaw dropped as it hit her who was standing in her
doorway.
"Angelus."
"Kitara."
The girl couldn't come to terms with this presense in her doorway
staring at her with a smirk that could have come straight out of any
trashy romance novel on the market.
"So...you've finally found me. What are you going to do with me?" A
gulp.
I don't want to die.
Angelus slowly started towards the young woman, a powerful will keeping
himself at bay.
"You're not going to die tonight, Kitara..."
A soft exhale of relief.
"...But you're going to Heaven if I get my way."
Before Kitara Swiftwind could bat an eye, Angelus had picked her up,
and placed her so she was standing facing him. His big, autumn-brown
eyes stared her down as one soft, cool hand slid across her cheek, and
one held her by her back. She could feel his hard body through his
thin shirt, and just the feeling made her thighs tremble.
Slowly, she raised her bright eyes to his, amazed that he was being so
gentle; especially after all she'd heard of him. The softness of his
touch, the way his hand on the small of her back sent shivers down her
spine.
Angelus leaned in and brushed his lips across hers.
She responded better than he had hoped.
Kitara lifted one hand and placed it on the back of his head, while the
other strayed down his thigh.
Same body, different demon. Kitara chuckled against his lips.
At feeling her touch on his leg, Angelus's control slipped. A fire
blazing in his eyes, through the hollow where his soul should have
been, Angelus grabbed Kitara and crushed his mouth to hers; tounges
racing back and forth.
"Oh, Kitara...you don't know what you've done."
"Really Angelus, because I have a fairly good idea what I've done..."
Thier mouths feeding on each other like, well, vampires, Angelus lifted
the woman and laid her gently on the bed. Kitara proceeded to rob the
vampire of his leather trench coat and fling it to the floor, as
Angelus' hands worked furiously on her body.
"Angelus..."
The tight material of his shirt gave way easily, and Kitara wasted no
time. She knew this body well. Very well. Every curve, every muscle,
every place that Angel loved to be touched. Kitara knew exactly how to
drive him wild. She knew it was working when Angelus suddenly growled
in her ear.
Angelus had never felt so hungry for anything in his preternatural
life. Kitara's hands slid efforlessly over his toned upper body, and
he felt the urge to reciprocate the affection. Losing his lips from
hers, Angelus fliped her over on top of him. Sliding his hands under
her shirt, he grabbed the collar and ripped it off. Slowly. Angelus
gave a deep growl as Kitara's shirt gave way. She smiled and arched an
eyebrow.
"What's wrong, big guy? You like?"
Kitara never recieved a reply...verbally. Angelus proceeded to
incessantly grope the woman...
until Kitara unbuckled his pants.
Tight leather is not an easy thing to remove, but Kitara had many
nights of practice under her belt and the pants were gone in seconds.
Oh Goddess...this must be heaven, because I see an Angelus.
"Well, Angelus..." Noting his prominent manhood rubing against her
thighs.
"Is this all for me?" Suggestive.
"If you can take it, sweetie. If not, too bad."
"Well, lets find out, shall we?"
Grinding her lithe body against his, Kitara made her way up his entire
self, managing not to laugh when his hips almost snapped into her face,
sensitive, are we?
She was barely able to control herself until her lips found his again.
"So, Angelus..."
A low growl of pleasure as an answer.
"...am I gonna have to do all the work and no play? Mischievious.
No prompting needed. Angelus proved to be quite adept at removing
clothing and in a matter of miliseconds, the Bugs Bunny boxers were
discarded in the corner.
"Damn, Kit..." Angelus sighed as he took in her sleek body, lying so
temptingly on the rumpled bed.
"What's the matter, Angelus? Too much for you?"
"Lets, find out..."
Growling, lust in his eyes, Angelus slowly kissed his way down her
body. Running his strong hands over her smooth legs, he slowly pushed
them open, relishing the sight before him.
Kitara gasped as he brought her ever closer to that summit of pleasure
with the pressure of his hand.
"Angelus...wait...stop..."
His head shot up. Had he hurt her?
"Come here, lover..." Her voice deep, and husky now.
Grinning, Angelus pounced on top of Kitara, kissing her with
extraordinary passion. Angelus was quickly losing control, and as
Kitara rolled him over and straddled his waist, he sat up to meet her
again.
"Kitara..."
"Yes, Angelus...now..."
She screamed as he buried himself inside her body; almost hurting her.
Oh Angelus...
Kitara...
Wraped together, Angelus matched Kitara's every move, every twist, and
arch, and thrust, he was there to meet her. He pulled her closer as
she screamed again, and her warmth increased ten-fold. But Angelus did
not stop. No, he pushed harder, clasping her aginst him. Kitara
couldn't remember the last multiple-orgasm that she had.
Her screaming died down as she felt something sharp rub her neck.
"Kitara...I can't hold on..."
"Oh, Angelussss....."
A hiss of pleasure as his sharp fangs dug into her beautiful neck;
sending her hyper-charged nervous system into spasms where pleasure
mixed with exquisite pain.
Angelus screamed, a deep, husky growl of pleasure, as he reached his
summit with powerful ferocity; and his fangs withdrew from her neck.
Kitara released herself from Angelus, and lay her head on his chest.
The vampire, who didn't need to breathe, was panting. Angelus closed
his eyes and ran a hand through her soft black hair. He sighed heavily
and listened to her heartbeat.
She was every bit as good as he had hoped.
They lie there for quite a while, only soggy sheets covering thier
bodies; Kitara still sluggish from the amount of blood that the vampire
had taken.
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"Be quiet you guys...Kit's probaly asleep."
Angelus' vampiric ears picked up Winifred Burkles' voice. Springning
out of Kitara's bed, he rushed to put his clothes, well, pants, back
on.
"Angelus, where are you going?"
"Those damn peop-I mean Wes, Fred, and Gunn are back. Gotta run,
sweetheart."
Kitara swung out of bed, throwing her silk robe on over herself.
"Angelus..."
As he spun to see her, her lips caught his and she kissed him
passionatly; hands straying as far as she could reach. Kitara broke
the kiss and stepped back; listening.
"Wes' coming up the stairs, hurry Angelus!"
The dark vampire turned for the door, and turned back to Kitara.
A snarl. A wink. And he was gone. Out the door and out of the hotel
faster than the others could see.
----------------------------
"Kitara? Are you awake?"
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce slowly opened Kitara Swiftwind's door. He was
amazed to find her up this late. She always went to bed early...when
she was home, that is.
Kitara looked up and smiled innocently as Wes.
"Oh! Hey Wessy what's up? I didn't expect you back this early."
Wesley looked at the clock. 3:45 AM. Yeah, early.
"Kitara, it's quarter to four."
Kitara looked with mock-surprise at her clock.
"Goddess it is! I have school tomorrow! Guess this'll teach me to watch
the Sunday Night Movie. G'Night Wes. Oh, say goodnight to the others,
ok?"
Kitara ushered Wesley out and closed the door.
"Oh, Angelus. You bad boy...keeping me up late."
Kitara smiled and slid under the comforter, not noticing the menacing,
black figure on the balcony outside her window.
"Goodnight Kitara. Pleasent dreams."
Angelus was gone in the blink of an eye.
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back, Jossy! *smile*
Name: Katie...or Lori...or Aurora....depends on who you are... *wink*
E-mail: psycho_phishie1@yahoo.com...or just review!
Summary: My OC, Kitara, has always been with our favorite PI's. She
is a very pretty Italian girl who happens to have been Angels non-
sexual lover, 'cause, ya know...curse and all. But that all changes
during Reign of Fire when Angelus is released and comes after Kitara.
Suppose they didn't capture him, and life contains some sembalnce
of....normalcy? My first fic...so be nice and enjoy! ;-)
**I would like to thank my two great friends for helping me write this
story!!!**
Chapter one: After Me...
October 12, Sunday, 2:15 AM, Hyperion Hotel:
Silence.
Something that only someone like her could achieve.
I don't hear him. Maybe he's out, and I'll get some rest.
Nothing stirred as Kitara Swiftwind made her way through the silent
halls of the Hyperion Hotel. Fred, Gunn and Wesley had gone on patrol.
Cordelia went home early, and Lorne had a gig tonight. Reaching her
room, the tall Italian girl with the black hair and blue eyes switched
on her nightlight. She stood for a moment, surveying her room;
smelling.
He hadn't come looking for her. Yet.
Ever since Angelus had been released, she had felt him looking for her.
She was Angels' lover, and the first thing that Angelus set his sights
on when he escaped.
Fool. He thinks I don't know that he wants me. Men.
Kitara picked up her remote and turned the TV in the corner on. She
didn't notice the figure move in the doorway. Slowly, Kitara stood,
unbuckling the lowrise jeans that bore the name of her lover: Angels.
The black halter top came next, followed by the black strapless Lilly
of France bra.
Thank the Goddess. I can sleep tonight.
She sighed as her Bugs Bunny boxers slid into place and the white tee
settled on her shoulders. One swift movement, and the nightlight was
off and Kitara was in bed.
----------------------------
Utterly silent, Angelus had watched her from the crack in the door.
She was totally oblivious to his presence, and he kept it that way.
For now.
Oh yes, Kitara. I have found you. And tonight, you won't get away.
Angelus almost started to reach for the doorknob, but hesitated. He
wanted to savour this completely. Ever since Angel had found Kitara,
sedeuced her, and waited to claim her, Angelus had sat in the
background, biding his time. He chuckled to himself, wondering if
Kitara knew that she had really made love to him instead of Angel.
Angel really wasn't there. It was Angelus claiming Kitara. Now he was
free of Angel. Free to have her...all...to himself.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. Angelus' hand turned the
doorknob...
----------------------------
Kitara was only aware the door had opened when a faint breeze wafted
over her. She flipped herself over and gasped at the ominous shadow in
the doorway. Her jaw dropped as it hit her who was standing in her
doorway.
"Angelus."
"Kitara."
The girl couldn't come to terms with this presense in her doorway
staring at her with a smirk that could have come straight out of any
trashy romance novel on the market.
"So...you've finally found me. What are you going to do with me?" A
gulp.
I don't want to die.
Angelus slowly started towards the young woman, a powerful will keeping
himself at bay.
"You're not going to die tonight, Kitara..."
A soft exhale of relief.
"...But you're going to Heaven if I get my way."
Before Kitara Swiftwind could bat an eye, Angelus had picked her up,
and placed her so she was standing facing him. His big, autumn-brown
eyes stared her down as one soft, cool hand slid across her cheek, and
one held her by her back. She could feel his hard body through his
thin shirt, and just the feeling made her thighs tremble.
Slowly, she raised her bright eyes to his, amazed that he was being so
gentle; especially after all she'd heard of him. The softness of his
touch, the way his hand on the small of her back sent shivers down her
spine.
Angelus leaned in and brushed his lips across hers.
She responded better than he had hoped.
Kitara lifted one hand and placed it on the back of his head, while the
other strayed down his thigh.
Same body, different demon. Kitara chuckled against his lips.
At feeling her touch on his leg, Angelus's control slipped. A fire
blazing in his eyes, through the hollow where his soul should have
been, Angelus grabbed Kitara and crushed his mouth to hers; tounges
racing back and forth.
"Oh, Kitara...you don't know what you've done."
"Really Angelus, because I have a fairly good idea what I've done..."
Thier mouths feeding on each other like, well, vampires, Angelus lifted
the woman and laid her gently on the bed. Kitara proceeded to rob the
vampire of his leather trench coat and fling it to the floor, as
Angelus' hands worked furiously on her body.
"Angelus..."
The tight material of his shirt gave way easily, and Kitara wasted no
time. She knew this body well. Very well. Every curve, every muscle,
every place that Angel loved to be touched. Kitara knew exactly how to
drive him wild. She knew it was working when Angelus suddenly growled
in her ear.
Angelus had never felt so hungry for anything in his preternatural
life. Kitara's hands slid efforlessly over his toned upper body, and
he felt the urge to reciprocate the affection. Losing his lips from
hers, Angelus fliped her over on top of him. Sliding his hands under
her shirt, he grabbed the collar and ripped it off. Slowly. Angelus
gave a deep growl as Kitara's shirt gave way. She smiled and arched an
eyebrow.
"What's wrong, big guy? You like?"
Kitara never recieved a reply...verbally. Angelus proceeded to
incessantly grope the woman...
until Kitara unbuckled his pants.
Tight leather is not an easy thing to remove, but Kitara had many
nights of practice under her belt and the pants were gone in seconds.
Oh Goddess...this must be heaven, because I see an Angelus.
"Well, Angelus..." Noting his prominent manhood rubing against her
thighs.
"Is this all for me?" Suggestive.
"If you can take it, sweetie. If not, too bad."
"Well, lets find out, shall we?"
Grinding her lithe body against his, Kitara made her way up his entire
self, managing not to laugh when his hips almost snapped into her face,
sensitive, are we?
She was barely able to control herself until her lips found his again.
"So, Angelus..."
A low growl of pleasure as an answer.
"...am I gonna have to do all the work and no play? Mischievious.
No prompting needed. Angelus proved to be quite adept at removing
clothing and in a matter of miliseconds, the Bugs Bunny boxers were
discarded in the corner.
"Damn, Kit..." Angelus sighed as he took in her sleek body, lying so
temptingly on the rumpled bed.
"What's the matter, Angelus? Too much for you?"
"Lets, find out..."
Growling, lust in his eyes, Angelus slowly kissed his way down her
body. Running his strong hands over her smooth legs, he slowly pushed
them open, relishing the sight before him.
Kitara gasped as he brought her ever closer to that summit of pleasure
with the pressure of his hand.
"Angelus...wait...stop..."
His head shot up. Had he hurt her?
"Come here, lover..." Her voice deep, and husky now.
Grinning, Angelus pounced on top of Kitara, kissing her with
extraordinary passion. Angelus was quickly losing control, and as
Kitara rolled him over and straddled his waist, he sat up to meet her
again.
"Kitara..."
"Yes, Angelus...now..."
She screamed as he buried himself inside her body; almost hurting her.
Oh Angelus...
Kitara...
Wraped together, Angelus matched Kitara's every move, every twist, and
arch, and thrust, he was there to meet her. He pulled her closer as
she screamed again, and her warmth increased ten-fold. But Angelus did
not stop. No, he pushed harder, clasping her aginst him. Kitara
couldn't remember the last multiple-orgasm that she had.
Her screaming died down as she felt something sharp rub her neck.
"Kitara...I can't hold on..."
"Oh, Angelussss....."
A hiss of pleasure as his sharp fangs dug into her beautiful neck;
sending her hyper-charged nervous system into spasms where pleasure
mixed with exquisite pain.
Angelus screamed, a deep, husky growl of pleasure, as he reached his
summit with powerful ferocity; and his fangs withdrew from her neck.
Kitara released herself from Angelus, and lay her head on his chest.
The vampire, who didn't need to breathe, was panting. Angelus closed
his eyes and ran a hand through her soft black hair. He sighed heavily
and listened to her heartbeat.
She was every bit as good as he had hoped.
They lie there for quite a while, only soggy sheets covering thier
bodies; Kitara still sluggish from the amount of blood that the vampire
had taken.
-------------------------
"Be quiet you guys...Kit's probaly asleep."
Angelus' vampiric ears picked up Winifred Burkles' voice. Springning
out of Kitara's bed, he rushed to put his clothes, well, pants, back
on.
"Angelus, where are you going?"
"Those damn peop-I mean Wes, Fred, and Gunn are back. Gotta run,
sweetheart."
Kitara swung out of bed, throwing her silk robe on over herself.
"Angelus..."
As he spun to see her, her lips caught his and she kissed him
passionatly; hands straying as far as she could reach. Kitara broke
the kiss and stepped back; listening.
"Wes' coming up the stairs, hurry Angelus!"
The dark vampire turned for the door, and turned back to Kitara.
A snarl. A wink. And he was gone. Out the door and out of the hotel
faster than the others could see.
----------------------------
"Kitara? Are you awake?"
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce slowly opened Kitara Swiftwind's door. He was
amazed to find her up this late. She always went to bed early...when
she was home, that is.
Kitara looked up and smiled innocently as Wes.
"Oh! Hey Wessy what's up? I didn't expect you back this early."
Wesley looked at the clock. 3:45 AM. Yeah, early.
"Kitara, it's quarter to four."
Kitara looked with mock-surprise at her clock.
"Goddess it is! I have school tomorrow! Guess this'll teach me to watch
the Sunday Night Movie. G'Night Wes. Oh, say goodnight to the others,
ok?"
Kitara ushered Wesley out and closed the door.
"Oh, Angelus. You bad boy...keeping me up late."
Kitara smiled and slid under the comforter, not noticing the menacing,
black figure on the balcony outside her window.
"Goodnight Kitara. Pleasent dreams."
Angelus was gone in the blink of an eye.
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