THE DEVIL AND THE CHAMP
Angel {chapter 1}
A knocking came from outside my door. My mind awoke from its light
slumber. I did not want to answer. I knew already who it was and I
didn't care. (Yes you do.) Her voice came from outside the door.
Sometimes like honey, but mostly like a whine of a child.
(But you want her. You want to taste her sweet blood.)
"Angel its time to get up. Your blood is going to get cold and we
all know how you hate that. I really don't feel like hearing you
bitch over it." Cordelia whined. I didn't answer her; I wasn't in
the mood to. "Don't make me come in there. You know eventually I
will and you won't be happy with me." She said from the outside
stomping her foot onto the floor. The sound of her foot echoed
throughout my brain.
I knew her well enough to know that if I didn't respond she'd come
in. She knew I slept nude most nights and she would hesitate to come
in. (Tell her to come in. You know you want to feel her warmth. You
know you want to know how warm her insides are.) I ignored the
whispering in my brain. I had to call out from my haze to her. Let
her know that she needed to leave me be.
"I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. Let me rest, how am I supposed
to be the Champ if I'm worn out? Do you have an answer for that?" I
said harshly, I didn't mean to sound that way but I did and I didn't
feel like taking it back.
"But you never sleep in. Are you sick?" she asked in her voice that
irritated the hell out of me.
"Leave me be Cordy." I called out to her. I heard her sigh with
frustration and stomp down the stairs. I listened to her stomp all
the way to the bottom.
'Alone at last.' I thought to myself. (Are you really alone?)
That voice again. Sometimes I hate it, yet sometimes it's my only
company in the world. My soulless self; my Angelus. For some reason
he's been active. I feel him getting restless in my body. He misses
the game, the hunt, the kill. He also misses the feel of a woman under
him. Just as I do; I miss the way their warmth felt. I also miss the
sticky, sweet, salty way that humans melt in my mouth. I'm still an
animal and sometimes I want to be the animal he craves. Sometimes I
want to let go. (Then let go.)
"I can't Angelus. You know this." I said out loud to my empty room.
(Why not?) he asked in that sickly sweet way.
"Because I have to be here to save the world. To help my friends."
I said as I sat up in my bed.
(Ah yes, your friends. They'd turn on you in a flash if they thought
they were in trouble. Even your own son would turn on you.) He hissed.
"I know. I feel my boy growing to hate me everyday. She wants me and
not him. In return he resents me for it." I said as I slipped into my
pants that I had left lying on the floor.
(How could I forget her? Cordy. You want her just as bad as she wants
you. Take her. Make her scream and bleed. Make her want more then taste her sweet juice. Let her know who's the boss. Then be free.) he said.
"I want to. You know that I do. I want to loose myself and my soul in
her." I said out loud to myself as I walked barefoot across the floor.
I think to myself how much I love the feel of carpet between my toes
and he agrees silently with me.
(Do you really want to let me free? Do you want to loose all power
over your body for just a short time to let me out?) he asked.
"No I don't want you to be back. I just want her. You know that I
don't love her. I can't, I remember her as a teen and how she's grown
from then makes me want her, but not love her. I love only one person
in this dreadful world and will always love just one person. Alas, we
cannot be as one together. So I'll take almost the next best thing." I
laughed to myself and for some reason I sounded like him. Evil.
(Oh yes, your Slayer and we can't forget those Scooby's of hers now
can we? How charmin. You still love the child. She does stir a certain
feelin in the loins don't she? Just thinkin about the way she smells
and the way she fights gets me in some sort of frenzy. Almost good
enough to eat. And yes I do know you don't love Cordy. Who could?
But just thinkin of her makes things stir in your brain. Evil, dark
things.
Let me out Angel. You know you want to. You know you want to taste
fresh, human blood again. You know it because I know it. I feel what
you're feeling. I know what your thinkin, I crave what you crave. Let
me out of this jail!) he said getting heated as he talked.
I knew he was right. I didn't want him to be right, but as usual he
was and I knew it. I stopped walking around my room and plopped down
in my chair. I knew how to let him out. I knew how to manipulate my
body, soul, and mind in such a way that my soul could be free, yet
able to come back any time I knew I had to be back. He knew this too.
We were the only two creatures in this world that did. Though I knew
it made him furious to know that only I held this power within my soul
and not him.
(Come on Angel. Let me out; let me take that girl of yours. You'll feel
her too. I won't kill her or any of the others. Hell I won't even
touch them if you don't want me too. You know me you know I never lie.
I find no need to, and even if I did you'd know because you are me.)
He said.
I was beginning to give in. I knew what he said was true and my mind
was going the same way his heart was. My whole body ached for this
release. I needed to let go, but then again I didn't trust him. I
thought about my friends and all those people he'd hurt. I did know
that he'd never lie to me. He couldn't because we were one in the same. We knew each other too well. It made me sick sometimes.
"How do I know they'll be safe?" I asked him as the question fled out
into the air of my room.
(Because I'd act like you until I left this place you call home. I
won't put on my leather pants that I love oh so much until I go out to
play. If I fooled your Buffy I should be able to fool this gang of
people you like to call your friends.) He said trying to hold back his
excitement.
"How long do you want to play?" I asked him and I felt my insides
turn. He was acting like a mortal child hoping for a treat to some
land his parents had promised him.
(Are you serious? You know I don't like to be messed with.) He said,
trying to see if I was toying with him or not.
"I wouldn't lie to you, but if you hurt my friends or my son I will
be back and you'll never be allowed to play again." I said.
(I would like a week. And if I'm a good little vamp will I be able to
play again?) He asked me in that seductive tone.
"I might, it depends. If I let you out you have to be sitting in this
chair in a week from now."
(I will. Another question comes to mind. Can I take Cordy for you? You
know you want me too.)
I don't care, but no feeding on her and no hurting her. Be gentle with
her. I know how you are and you know how I am so watch it."
(Okay Mr. Over protective. I won't be rough with her and I'll act just
like you.)
I sigh and begin to let go of myself. I knew he'd stick to his word
because he knew I had the power to come back any time I felt like
coming back. He thought of me as his chip. He also knew that if he
went back on his word I'd come back at the worst tine for him.
I let go completely and begin to float. I was free yet I could still
hear, see, smell, touch, and taste but I wasn't in control. He was
in control and for once I was glad that he was and that I wasn't.
THE END OF CHAPTER 1
Angel {chapter 1}
A knocking came from outside my door. My mind awoke from its light
slumber. I did not want to answer. I knew already who it was and I
didn't care. (Yes you do.) Her voice came from outside the door.
Sometimes like honey, but mostly like a whine of a child.
(But you want her. You want to taste her sweet blood.)
"Angel its time to get up. Your blood is going to get cold and we
all know how you hate that. I really don't feel like hearing you
bitch over it." Cordelia whined. I didn't answer her; I wasn't in
the mood to. "Don't make me come in there. You know eventually I
will and you won't be happy with me." She said from the outside
stomping her foot onto the floor. The sound of her foot echoed
throughout my brain.
I knew her well enough to know that if I didn't respond she'd come
in. She knew I slept nude most nights and she would hesitate to come
in. (Tell her to come in. You know you want to feel her warmth. You
know you want to know how warm her insides are.) I ignored the
whispering in my brain. I had to call out from my haze to her. Let
her know that she needed to leave me be.
"I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. Let me rest, how am I supposed
to be the Champ if I'm worn out? Do you have an answer for that?" I
said harshly, I didn't mean to sound that way but I did and I didn't
feel like taking it back.
"But you never sleep in. Are you sick?" she asked in her voice that
irritated the hell out of me.
"Leave me be Cordy." I called out to her. I heard her sigh with
frustration and stomp down the stairs. I listened to her stomp all
the way to the bottom.
'Alone at last.' I thought to myself. (Are you really alone?)
That voice again. Sometimes I hate it, yet sometimes it's my only
company in the world. My soulless self; my Angelus. For some reason
he's been active. I feel him getting restless in my body. He misses
the game, the hunt, the kill. He also misses the feel of a woman under
him. Just as I do; I miss the way their warmth felt. I also miss the
sticky, sweet, salty way that humans melt in my mouth. I'm still an
animal and sometimes I want to be the animal he craves. Sometimes I
want to let go. (Then let go.)
"I can't Angelus. You know this." I said out loud to my empty room.
(Why not?) he asked in that sickly sweet way.
"Because I have to be here to save the world. To help my friends."
I said as I sat up in my bed.
(Ah yes, your friends. They'd turn on you in a flash if they thought
they were in trouble. Even your own son would turn on you.) He hissed.
"I know. I feel my boy growing to hate me everyday. She wants me and
not him. In return he resents me for it." I said as I slipped into my
pants that I had left lying on the floor.
(How could I forget her? Cordy. You want her just as bad as she wants
you. Take her. Make her scream and bleed. Make her want more then taste her sweet juice. Let her know who's the boss. Then be free.) he said.
"I want to. You know that I do. I want to loose myself and my soul in
her." I said out loud to myself as I walked barefoot across the floor.
I think to myself how much I love the feel of carpet between my toes
and he agrees silently with me.
(Do you really want to let me free? Do you want to loose all power
over your body for just a short time to let me out?) he asked.
"No I don't want you to be back. I just want her. You know that I
don't love her. I can't, I remember her as a teen and how she's grown
from then makes me want her, but not love her. I love only one person
in this dreadful world and will always love just one person. Alas, we
cannot be as one together. So I'll take almost the next best thing." I
laughed to myself and for some reason I sounded like him. Evil.
(Oh yes, your Slayer and we can't forget those Scooby's of hers now
can we? How charmin. You still love the child. She does stir a certain
feelin in the loins don't she? Just thinkin about the way she smells
and the way she fights gets me in some sort of frenzy. Almost good
enough to eat. And yes I do know you don't love Cordy. Who could?
But just thinkin of her makes things stir in your brain. Evil, dark
things.
Let me out Angel. You know you want to. You know you want to taste
fresh, human blood again. You know it because I know it. I feel what
you're feeling. I know what your thinkin, I crave what you crave. Let
me out of this jail!) he said getting heated as he talked.
I knew he was right. I didn't want him to be right, but as usual he
was and I knew it. I stopped walking around my room and plopped down
in my chair. I knew how to let him out. I knew how to manipulate my
body, soul, and mind in such a way that my soul could be free, yet
able to come back any time I knew I had to be back. He knew this too.
We were the only two creatures in this world that did. Though I knew
it made him furious to know that only I held this power within my soul
and not him.
(Come on Angel. Let me out; let me take that girl of yours. You'll feel
her too. I won't kill her or any of the others. Hell I won't even
touch them if you don't want me too. You know me you know I never lie.
I find no need to, and even if I did you'd know because you are me.)
He said.
I was beginning to give in. I knew what he said was true and my mind
was going the same way his heart was. My whole body ached for this
release. I needed to let go, but then again I didn't trust him. I
thought about my friends and all those people he'd hurt. I did know
that he'd never lie to me. He couldn't because we were one in the same. We knew each other too well. It made me sick sometimes.
"How do I know they'll be safe?" I asked him as the question fled out
into the air of my room.
(Because I'd act like you until I left this place you call home. I
won't put on my leather pants that I love oh so much until I go out to
play. If I fooled your Buffy I should be able to fool this gang of
people you like to call your friends.) He said trying to hold back his
excitement.
"How long do you want to play?" I asked him and I felt my insides
turn. He was acting like a mortal child hoping for a treat to some
land his parents had promised him.
(Are you serious? You know I don't like to be messed with.) He said,
trying to see if I was toying with him or not.
"I wouldn't lie to you, but if you hurt my friends or my son I will
be back and you'll never be allowed to play again." I said.
(I would like a week. And if I'm a good little vamp will I be able to
play again?) He asked me in that seductive tone.
"I might, it depends. If I let you out you have to be sitting in this
chair in a week from now."
(I will. Another question comes to mind. Can I take Cordy for you? You
know you want me too.)
I don't care, but no feeding on her and no hurting her. Be gentle with
her. I know how you are and you know how I am so watch it."
(Okay Mr. Over protective. I won't be rough with her and I'll act just
like you.)
I sigh and begin to let go of myself. I knew he'd stick to his word
because he knew I had the power to come back any time I felt like
coming back. He thought of me as his chip. He also knew that if he
went back on his word I'd come back at the worst tine for him.
I let go completely and begin to float. I was free yet I could still
hear, see, smell, touch, and taste but I wasn't in control. He was
in control and for once I was glad that he was and that I wasn't.
THE END OF CHAPTER 1