Title: Sealed With A Kiss
Author: Rah-Ki
Author e-mail: twirls.co.uk@cwctv.net
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy
Summary: Angelus' view of the murder of Jenny Calendar
Author's notes: I would like to thank Ginger Ninja for being a walking dictionary and Emma Hawkins for lending me her computer...even if it was in the wee hours of the morning. ^_^
And be gentle! This is my first!!!
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I love it when they play hard to get, he thought as he gazed down at the nearly lifeless body of Jenny Calender- soon to be former Sunnydale High School teacher. Her sharp, shallow breaths were the only sign of life but she was rapidly fading. Angels ran a blood-soaked hand through his shaggy dark hair, a twisted grin on his face and a manic laugh in his throat.
One last touch, to remember you by... He bent down and brushed feather light fingers against her cheekbone and a smile tickled his face. With a single growl of passion, he claimed her slightly parted lips which she gasped agonised breaths through. No protest was given from the angelic yet hideously pale face as he cut off her only air supply. He hungrily explored her mouth as her life ebbed away. Her tense body fell limp against him and her convulsing lungs ceased their struggle. He pulled away slowly, knowing the game was over. Sealed with a loving kiss. For a moment he was silently contemplative as he gazed on her dead body before he began giggling, giggling like a maniac.
Ooh... Suddenly his face grew serious. An idea appeared in his mind. Oh yes, that will certainly get up his cultured nose. He picked up the now deadly cold body of Jenny Calendar and carelessly threw her over his shoulder and swaggered out the door.
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Maybe I should nominate myself for a Turner art prize, he thought as he threw a handful of blood red rose petals over the bed that held Jenny's body.
He slowly backed away from her body, watching her wide-eyed, glassy stare with as he went down the stairs, lighting small candles as he went. I always had a thing for beautiful women. I usually found it difficult to decide whether I was going to eat them or kiss them. You got lucky babe. Consider yourself A-Material.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and, with dance like manoeuvres, he sprinkled more rose petals around the home of Rupert Giles-The Watcher of Buffy Summers, that Slayer bitch who had a fascination...no...obsession with him. Stupid little girl let our little night-time games go to her head...and her virginity. He laughed at the thought of Buffy as he joyfully destroyed her Watcher's love life.
Not quite complete. He eyes roamed the room, searching for the finishing touch. His eyes landed upon the old record player in the corner of the room.
Ahh...voila. He flicked through Giles' record collection. He had a look of sarcastic disbelief on
his face. Like, how old are you watcher? Finally picking the slushiest love song he could find, he placed it carefully onto the record player and it began to play. He stood in the middle and admired his handy work. As he stood in the open doorway he yelled "Don't wait up for him hun!" And with that Angelus turned to walk away laughing demonically to himself.
The End