Disclaimer: The BuffyVerse is purely Joss Whedon's creation, he's the brains behind the whole outfit - I just get to fiddle with the characters!
A/N: This is one of my first forays into the world of Angel/Buffy etc, I hope I don't commit too many cardinal sins! Plz R&R as you see fit to - feel free to shoot - I have a thick hide!
Moving On
Chapter One
Angelus stared out the window of his Los Angeles motel room at the falling rain. It exactly mirrored his state of mind. Depression. He had nothing and no one. He'd killed Darla, Spike had a chip in his head and Dru hadn't come back to Sunnydale wth Spike. He'd lost his soul to Buffy. Now he was soulless and completely alone.
That's how I want it, he tried to tell himself. But the truth was staring him in the face. He needed someone to hunt with, to share the thrill of a fresh kill, the warm blood bubbling from it. He'd always had someone to share it with. Now he had no one.
He had to get away from here. Buffy was most likely following him, hot on his trail. She realised that he'd gone bad. It had occurred to her after she walked in on him and Willow. There was something different about the blood of a powerful witch. He was still buzzing with the power it had lent him. He knocked Buffy out of his way and ran. He was no match for her. Yet. He was still weakened from the years of having a soul and existing off the blood of animals.
But the witch's blood was definitely helping him get better. He grinned maniacally and jumped through the window.
Landing on his feet he leered at the few people who were standing around staring. "What? Never seen a guy jump from a building before?" He lilted in his native accent.
Still they stood and stared. He smirked and showed his game face. They all ran, screaming. "What, never seen a guy do that before?" He yelled after them, chuckling maliciously.
He stalked down the street after them. He needed some food.
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Buffy held an icepack to her head and cursed the careless power of Angelus. Even with diminished strength he could still pack a punch.
Faith watched her sympathetically, "I told you he was bad." She pointed out.
Buffy glared, "Sorry I didn't believe you." She pulled the icepack away and Faith winced at the purple bruise developing. She leaned forward and brushed it lightly. Buffy caught her hand and kissed it, lacing it with her own.
Faith looked into her lover's eyes, "Do you think he knew about us?"
Buffy shook her head and looked contrite, "Sorry I slept with him. I just couldn't resist."
Faith smirked, "Don't worry B, the thought of you with a man gets me hotter than midday in the desert."
Buffy giggled and blushed lightly.
Faith leaned close to Buffy's ear, "You're so cute when you blush." She then nibbled lightly on her lobe. Buffy mewed softly and reached up to bring Faith's lips to her own.
Faith shrugged off her jacket and started to unbutton her shirt.
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Drusilla carefully picked her way through the bodies that surrounded her. The two workers of the day care centre huddled together and stared, terrified, at the mad vampire coming towards them.
"Ashes to ashes we all fall down..." Dru sang softly as she bent down and clutched up one of the lifeless toddlers. A little girl with chestnut curls, that reminded her of one of her dollies. She danced a peculiar waltz through the little corpses to an orchestra that only she could hear.
One of the workers got to her feet and tried to dash for the phone. Dru stopped dancing, dropped the child and shot across the room with superhuman speed, blocking her path, "Naughty, naughty." She chastised as she grabbed the woman by her shoulders. "Now you will be punished." She giggled and bit deep, savouring the scream that bubbled from her victim's throat.
Dru lifted her head from the body, the fresh blood mingling with the blood of the children. Her yellow eyes focussed on the other woman who was whimpering in the corner of the room. She let the body drop at her feet and carefully stepped over it, making her way to the woman.
"Why must you cry so poppet? It's alright now, Mummy's here to comfort you." Dru crouched down and hugged the terrified woman to her chest. The woman shivered and kept crying. "Hush little baby, don't you cry, Mummy's gonna sing you a lu-la-by." Dru crooned to the woman in her arms. The woman, however, had had enough. She lashed out at Dru, slapping, scratching and kicking any part she could reach.
Dru stood up in one fluid motion, bringing the woman up against her. "You're naughty too! Mummy doesn't like naughty children! Daddy's back and he doesn't like naughty children either. If you don't behave, I must punish you like I punished your sister."
The woman still persisted to cry.
"You are a naughty child." Dru accused her. "I don't like tears." She bared the woman's neck and licked the spot lightly before sinking her teeth into the tender skin. She drank thirstily and felt the woman's heart slow and stop completely.
"No more tears." She whispered, slowly letting the body fall to the floor then she giggled, "Daddy won't be pleased."
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