Title: Immortalized
Disclaimer: Angelus and Darla are not mine(obviously!) But the slayer is. I
made Leila up all on my lonesome.
Feedback: I would appreciate feedback if you please!
Rating: Definitely a hard R
Summery: While Darla and Angelus are on the run, Angelus discovers a new obssession while Darla figures out what makes her lover tick.
Mediterranean sea April 3, 1789
The damn slayer had been hot on their trail for a good month now and Angelus was fairly irritated by her. She had chased them out of upper Mongolia and Russia then over the black sea and in to Greece. For awhile in Greece, he and Darla had thought they had lost her and Angelus had rejoiced. He had been fed up of running, and he had slowly begun spoiling for a fight. The slayer was a pain, a very powerful pain that challenged his strength and his newly acquired immortality. Darla had begged him to steer clear of her and out of pure passion for her he had agreed. As they reached Athens they heard none of her, Angelus was ripe and ready to continue his rain of blood but Darla, once more, asked otherwise. She convinced him that it would be wise to remain hidden long enough for the slayer's anger to subside. Long enough for her to realize that they were other more evil things lurking then two bloodthirsty vampires.
So they fled out of Athens and nested in a cave overlooking the ocean. The scenery was beautiful, as he had expected it to be.Darla had chosen the perfect spot, where she could watch the dark night sky blanket the ocean as the stars and the moon bathed it in their shy white lights. She had loved it and he had loved it too because with the lack of any other possible amusement she had turned to him, night after night, day after day, to do his manly duties. He had no complaint.But one night as he rocked himself deep within her clenched thighs and he buried his teeth in her cool inviting neck the slayer ambushed them.
Angelus had been furious and surprised but he made himself ready for battle; the slayer was relentless and she had came on hard. They fought a short battle Angelus swore at her and attacked her his unearthly rage giving him monstrous strength but Darla begged that they should flee, once again Angelus let his woman win the fight. At the first chance they had they ran, leaving a stunned slayer sore but far from dead and buried.
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So now he and Darla were on yet another ship, only this time they were headed over the Mediterranean into France. Angelus stood on the deck of the Siren d'or and silently watched the reflection of a starlit sky shimmer on the turbulent waters. The breeze was cool and it ruffled Angelus' tied hair and made him shiver. He was hungry, angry and damn near fed up of dealing with the constant stupidity of humans. As a rule, vampires killed as little as possible on ships. The last thing they needed was a bunch of superstitious humans running around the ship during the day times banging on doors and bearing stakes. Shaking his head, Angelus took a drag of his pipe and exhaled smoke into the fresh air of the ocean.
Smelling her approaching Angelus frowned, hunched his shoulders in and growled at her. He was angry with her and she knew it. Darla smiled "Oh come on precious! You're not still pouting over that slayer are you?" He didn't answer her. He hadn't spoken to her for the two days they had been on the ship and he wasn't about to start now. Darla did not let in, stepping inappropriately close to him she ran a single finger from the top of his neck, down his back to his bottom where she made suggest circles on his pants. Angelus licked his lips as he felt his body react to her, his nether-region stirring against his will. He did not give in, he stared straight ahead. "They'll be many others Angelus, so many. What is this one girl? This one?" Angelus tensed, she didn't understand. He * wanted * her, really truly wanted her. Wanted to feel her warm lifeblood trickle down his neck, to feel her make her final gasp in his arms as she died but most of all he wanted to hear her scream. Wanted to wash her shatter in pain.He wanted- he wanted agony. He wanted terror.He wanted.
He remained silent. Darla rolled her eyes. "They will be so many others, your immortal." she leaned suggestively with her back against the railing. "Angelus, you are being childish-" Unable to contain himself he burst out "Don't you see Darla? This one is different! She's.She." for a second he was at a loss of words then he continued more dark passion in his voice "She's beautiful! I want her!" He heard his mistake as soon as he made it. Darla straightened and before he could speak she hit him, her claws scraping his face. His body sailed backwards and made hard contact with the floor.
Angelus flinched at the pain, and for once was sorry there were no humans around, if there had been, Darla would have had to contain her anger. "Beautiful, huh? You want her?" Anger was written all over her vampiric features, her eyes flashed yellow. "So she's better then I am! She's more beautiful then I am! Isn't she? After all I have shown you in these few years-" Angelus jumped to his feet then unsure, and unwilling to get smacked again he cautiously walked towards her "No Darla, listen.You are by far prettier then she is." Darla growled at him "Don't lie to me Angelus!" Angelus shook his head "I'm not lying! Darlin' you know I'm a terrible liar. You are by far prettier" Darla stared at him for awhile. Then he saw the anger flaring in her eyes. "So what are you saying?"
Angelus shrugged and put his arms around her "I'm saying that indeed I want her, but I want like. want" Angelus was at a loss of words, then grabbing Darla tightly he whispered "I want her to suffer.". Darla growled again refusing to return his hug "That's not what you said. You said you wanted her." Angelus smiled "Aye that's because I do want her.But my want has got little to do with her beauty. I could make the ugliest woman in the world bleed, make the ugliest woman in the world beg for mercy. But no one, Darla, no one possess enough beauty to make me beg for mercy." For a second Angelus thought it hadn't worked, but as he felt her respond by finally locking her arms around his shoulders and pressing against him, he knew it had worked. Darla loved that kind of talk, she loved to be dazzled and Angelus had a knack at it. He had been doing it since he understood the pleasure that a man could get from a woman. "Oh precious," Darla whispered in his ear "you have a smooth tongue." Angelus growled his pleasure at the feel of her body "The better to taste you with." he replied. She laughed and Angelus shivered again, but this time it was her body that caused it.
Without thought Darla began undoing Angelus' pants, he did not protest. he merely watching her undo the buttons then slip his hard organ from his pants. When she was done she began reaching for it but he brushed her hands away.He wanted the real deal, he took her by the hips and bunched her dress around her hips before pressing himself on the bare skin between her legs she moaned out loud. He entered her, as she sat on the railing and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her moans came out loud and his growls were even louder but finally they reached their final height of pleasure as indecent cry after indecent cry escaped their lips. When it was over, they found that they were no longer standing but lying on the cool wooden floor.
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April 6
Two nights had passed since they had last argued, but for the two nights they had been reconciling. But, like all good things it came to an end. On the morning of the third day, during a perverse play of erotic frolicking Angelus and Darla had been interrupted by odd muffled noises. Angelus paid them no heed to busy in his appraisal of Darla's body to care about the outside world. Darla on the other hand shot up, pushing Angelus back in the process "Precious. Did you hear that?" Angelus nodded as he got up his naked body only inches from his lover's creamy white skin. "Yeah, I did. What of it?" Darla had been tense ever since their night on the ocean from in Greece; unable to completely relax and enjoy herself. Even during their lovemaking. "That's not right. That sound is not right, there is something going on out there." Angelus rolled his eyes, "Darlin' there are so many things that happen that are not right. But that doesn't mean the slayer is coming to hack us open. Not that she could if she tried." Darla shook her head "Angelus, we must leave."
This riled Angelus up "Why do you think she could out do me?" he barked, "Angelus-" Darla started but he was not prepared to listen. He had given in to her one too many times, if the slayer was truly here. He would show her.Would prove to Darla that if there was no one and nothing that could better him. He was it, the higher power.
Not wanting to talk any further he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, his face instantly morphing to show his demonic features. His grip on her arms was enough to break the bones of a human but to Darla it did nothing but cause extreme pain and bruises. Darla cried out in what seemed like a cry of both pleasure and pain, but just as Angelus readied himself for a violent taking, the door burst open.
The sunlight beamed across the room, it's deadly beams racing across the floor and towards the vampires. As the two lovers heard the sound they jumped apart yet even before they parted the sun scorched Angelus' back trailing smoke behind it.
"Angelus. Darla how nice to see you two. again." Angelus was pissed beyond return and Darla knew there would be no talking him out of the fight, out of the kill this time. She watched her childe, watched his eyes roam the slayer with a look of disgust and hunger on his face. But as she searched his feral features, his yellow flashing eyes, his sharp exposed teeth and the shear overwhelming power and a dark madness that seemed to be all bottled up within his limbs; she saw something else. It was a new emotion, a new sentiment. Something she had never noticed in him, something she did not know was there before. But it burst to the surface him now as Darla looked on in astonishment trying to discover what it was.
Angelus felt power wash over him, rage and anger bubbling over him yet he stood there unable to attack because of the sunlight. He knew he wanted to kill her, wanted to watch her die. But he wanted her to live and but remained still the sun baring his advance. Before he knew what happened he spoke to her.
"Your sister, such a sweet little thing, was so innocent. so sweet. With her small supple breasts. I just couldn't help myself. How tight she was" he added his tone dreamy. Then adding in a very private voice, as if it was meant only for her he added " She was much better forced them most whores willing."
With that the slayer cried out turning and kicking the door shut in pure outrage, by the time she realized her mistake it was too late. Both Angelus and Darla, despite their nakedness, attacked. But the slayer was strong, even though she was angry she was not defenseless. Not yet anyway. Angelus told himself as he slammed a fist into the slayer's face sending her a few paces back. The slayer lashed out with a wooden, serrated dagger. Angelus saw it aimed straight for Darla's heart, it would have hit its mark if Angelus had not pushed her with unnecessary violence to the floor. She looked up at him surprised but not hurt "My fight!" He told her as he looked to the slayer. And as Darla watched the emotion boil in her childe's eyes she knew better then to argue.
Smiling he looked at her "Oh, Leila. You should have seen her! The way her whole body was taunt and contorted. Her tight little whole flexing around me, over and over again. Trying to force me out." then Angelus thought about that and added "Or so I thought anyway. I mean with those erotic moans she was letting out, it was hard for even me to tell whether she liked my cock ramming her from the inside... Whether she licked the blood that spilled from her pussy onto the floor, or if she truly wanted me to stop."
The slayer was furious and she reeked of pain. Angelus was filled with joy, with triumph. This is what he wanted, what he wanted to feel. In her blind anger she grabbed the knife with her two hands, placed them before her and ran forward. Angelus could see his words taking their affect on her judgment already. He slapped her back, sent her sailing across the room, where her face made harsh contact with the door making her nose bleed. He knew he could beat her know, she was stupid unable to think right, but it was far from over. Oh, Angelus was far from satisfied.
He laughed mockingly at her. "You know, that watcher of yours. You know, he joined the right club. The Watchers. Cause you know that's exactly what he did. he watched and I didn't even have to hold him down. The fool peed on himself. He could not handle himself never mind the child. so he watched her die. He watched me take my pleasure from her, watch me take her over and over again. Watched me beat her and bruise her during my love making. And all the while. All the while all he managed was a few silent moans." The slayer was shaking her head. Trying to deny what he was saying. He could see the words going through her mind as if they were written black on white in front of his face: * no it's not true. He's lying.* so he said "No, I'm sorry child it is not a lie.That watcher of yours fell to his knees and begged for my mercy! Pleaded me to spare his life!"
Angelus watched unbelievable rapture came over him, like orgasm after orgasm. She was beneath him. She would grovel!
And she did.
Her tears flowed from her, raking her body so it seemed earthquake after earthquake shook her. She coverd her face and cried out in her "Monster! You monster! My God!" Angelus only laughed at her. "Ah my child. You are right! I am a monster and I am your god! See how you, the most powerful human in the world and you live only for the monster, only for your god. You live only to kill me."
Darla watched her lover in amazement. As the words left his lips she realized what she had seen. What had slowly and secretly skulked around in the back of Angelus. What had silently been growing in him, and she marveled at him. She saw for the first time, the true beauty of the being she had created and every minute Angelus spent taunting the slayer, Darla felt her juice flow from her to the floor. She was ready for her beast. She wanted her monster.
Angelus smiled at the slayer lovingly "Oh, Leila Leila. Don't you see. There is no hope for you. Just as their was no hope for your sister, just as there was no hope for your watcher. When I decide your time is up, YOUR TIME IS UP!"
The slayer was trembling as if Angelus had stabbed thousands of rusted knives in her skin and her wounds had begun to rot. He could smell her terror and it was intoxicated him making his skin crawl, but mostly. But most of all, he smelt her agony, smelt the pain her whole body felt and strained to express. He saw it in her contorting face and he saw it in her weakening body and finally he saw her give in to it. Saw as her whole body fell forward as if let go by some invisible strings that held her up. She had given up, given in. TO HIM.
Angelus approached her and picked up the wooden knife she had dropped to the floor, he smiled at her and brutally kissed her on her lips before using the jagged knife to cut open her wrists. The slayer put up no kind of resistance, she simply sat and watched him with blank eyes as her lifeblood pored onto the floor.
Darla remained there in the corner and watched her child do this, watched the look of pure ecstasy that was pasted on his face. Watched the desire that had grown in his eyes and in his body; the feral fury that remained unbound in his vampiric features. In the instant that Angelus rose and looked down onto the slayer, she understood. Understood what he wanted. Understood what he had tried to explain to her to nights earlier. He wanted her to suffer because of him, wanted her to know that there was no love without him. He wanted her to know that he was above her. Her dark god, her very reason of existence and like a god he was above her, untouchable. unforgiving. Able to do to her whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. It was all about his predominance over her, over the one being powerful enough to take on any demon.It empowered him, made him superior. With her death he was truly immortalized.
Standing, Darla approached her childe "Oh, my boy. my darling boy." She opened her arms and walked to him as the slayers blood pored from her like never-ending seas of crimson water. Darla smiled at him "Oh, precious." Darla was truly at a loss of words. But she did not want words. She wanted him. Wanted his hard body his hard penis that stood erect from his body begging for her. Tugging his body to the floor they bathed in the slayers blood. Continued their crazed love making in front of the dying slayer, licking her blood tasting the red aphrodisiac that spilt from the slayer's rist and pooled about them. They did so until she died, then on the final night of the trip, Darla brought Angelus one young nun whom they feasted upon greedily.
When they finally stepped foot off board a new game had begun, Angelus finally knew what he wanted. And he knew how to get it. And he also knew that somewhere on this planet, at this very moment another slayer who had been waiting had finally been awakened and she lived training for the day when he'd meet her and rip her very soul from right beneath her nose.
Summery: While Darla and Angelus are on the run, Angelus discovers a new obssession while Darla figures out what makes her lover tick.
Mediterranean sea April 3, 1789
The damn slayer had been hot on their trail for a good month now and Angelus was fairly irritated by her. She had chased them out of upper Mongolia and Russia then over the black sea and in to Greece. For awhile in Greece, he and Darla had thought they had lost her and Angelus had rejoiced. He had been fed up of running, and he had slowly begun spoiling for a fight. The slayer was a pain, a very powerful pain that challenged his strength and his newly acquired immortality. Darla had begged him to steer clear of her and out of pure passion for her he had agreed. As they reached Athens they heard none of her, Angelus was ripe and ready to continue his rain of blood but Darla, once more, asked otherwise. She convinced him that it would be wise to remain hidden long enough for the slayer's anger to subside. Long enough for her to realize that they were other more evil things lurking then two bloodthirsty vampires.
So they fled out of Athens and nested in a cave overlooking the ocean. The scenery was beautiful, as he had expected it to be.Darla had chosen the perfect spot, where she could watch the dark night sky blanket the ocean as the stars and the moon bathed it in their shy white lights. She had loved it and he had loved it too because with the lack of any other possible amusement she had turned to him, night after night, day after day, to do his manly duties. He had no complaint.But one night as he rocked himself deep within her clenched thighs and he buried his teeth in her cool inviting neck the slayer ambushed them.
Angelus had been furious and surprised but he made himself ready for battle; the slayer was relentless and she had came on hard. They fought a short battle Angelus swore at her and attacked her his unearthly rage giving him monstrous strength but Darla begged that they should flee, once again Angelus let his woman win the fight. At the first chance they had they ran, leaving a stunned slayer sore but far from dead and buried.
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So now he and Darla were on yet another ship, only this time they were headed over the Mediterranean into France. Angelus stood on the deck of the Siren d'or and silently watched the reflection of a starlit sky shimmer on the turbulent waters. The breeze was cool and it ruffled Angelus' tied hair and made him shiver. He was hungry, angry and damn near fed up of dealing with the constant stupidity of humans. As a rule, vampires killed as little as possible on ships. The last thing they needed was a bunch of superstitious humans running around the ship during the day times banging on doors and bearing stakes. Shaking his head, Angelus took a drag of his pipe and exhaled smoke into the fresh air of the ocean.
Smelling her approaching Angelus frowned, hunched his shoulders in and growled at her. He was angry with her and she knew it. Darla smiled "Oh come on precious! You're not still pouting over that slayer are you?" He didn't answer her. He hadn't spoken to her for the two days they had been on the ship and he wasn't about to start now. Darla did not let in, stepping inappropriately close to him she ran a single finger from the top of his neck, down his back to his bottom where she made suggest circles on his pants. Angelus licked his lips as he felt his body react to her, his nether-region stirring against his will. He did not give in, he stared straight ahead. "They'll be many others Angelus, so many. What is this one girl? This one?" Angelus tensed, she didn't understand. He * wanted * her, really truly wanted her. Wanted to feel her warm lifeblood trickle down his neck, to feel her make her final gasp in his arms as she died but most of all he wanted to hear her scream. Wanted to wash her shatter in pain.He wanted- he wanted agony. He wanted terror.He wanted.
He remained silent. Darla rolled her eyes. "They will be so many others, your immortal." she leaned suggestively with her back against the railing. "Angelus, you are being childish-" Unable to contain himself he burst out "Don't you see Darla? This one is different! She's.She." for a second he was at a loss of words then he continued more dark passion in his voice "She's beautiful! I want her!" He heard his mistake as soon as he made it. Darla straightened and before he could speak she hit him, her claws scraping his face. His body sailed backwards and made hard contact with the floor.
Angelus flinched at the pain, and for once was sorry there were no humans around, if there had been, Darla would have had to contain her anger. "Beautiful, huh? You want her?" Anger was written all over her vampiric features, her eyes flashed yellow. "So she's better then I am! She's more beautiful then I am! Isn't she? After all I have shown you in these few years-" Angelus jumped to his feet then unsure, and unwilling to get smacked again he cautiously walked towards her "No Darla, listen.You are by far prettier then she is." Darla growled at him "Don't lie to me Angelus!" Angelus shook his head "I'm not lying! Darlin' you know I'm a terrible liar. You are by far prettier" Darla stared at him for awhile. Then he saw the anger flaring in her eyes. "So what are you saying?"
Angelus shrugged and put his arms around her "I'm saying that indeed I want her, but I want like. want" Angelus was at a loss of words, then grabbing Darla tightly he whispered "I want her to suffer.". Darla growled again refusing to return his hug "That's not what you said. You said you wanted her." Angelus smiled "Aye that's because I do want her.But my want has got little to do with her beauty. I could make the ugliest woman in the world bleed, make the ugliest woman in the world beg for mercy. But no one, Darla, no one possess enough beauty to make me beg for mercy." For a second Angelus thought it hadn't worked, but as he felt her respond by finally locking her arms around his shoulders and pressing against him, he knew it had worked. Darla loved that kind of talk, she loved to be dazzled and Angelus had a knack at it. He had been doing it since he understood the pleasure that a man could get from a woman. "Oh precious," Darla whispered in his ear "you have a smooth tongue." Angelus growled his pleasure at the feel of her body "The better to taste you with." he replied. She laughed and Angelus shivered again, but this time it was her body that caused it.
Without thought Darla began undoing Angelus' pants, he did not protest. he merely watching her undo the buttons then slip his hard organ from his pants. When she was done she began reaching for it but he brushed her hands away.He wanted the real deal, he took her by the hips and bunched her dress around her hips before pressing himself on the bare skin between her legs she moaned out loud. He entered her, as she sat on the railing and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her moans came out loud and his growls were even louder but finally they reached their final height of pleasure as indecent cry after indecent cry escaped their lips. When it was over, they found that they were no longer standing but lying on the cool wooden floor.
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April 6
Two nights had passed since they had last argued, but for the two nights they had been reconciling. But, like all good things it came to an end. On the morning of the third day, during a perverse play of erotic frolicking Angelus and Darla had been interrupted by odd muffled noises. Angelus paid them no heed to busy in his appraisal of Darla's body to care about the outside world. Darla on the other hand shot up, pushing Angelus back in the process "Precious. Did you hear that?" Angelus nodded as he got up his naked body only inches from his lover's creamy white skin. "Yeah, I did. What of it?" Darla had been tense ever since their night on the ocean from in Greece; unable to completely relax and enjoy herself. Even during their lovemaking. "That's not right. That sound is not right, there is something going on out there." Angelus rolled his eyes, "Darlin' there are so many things that happen that are not right. But that doesn't mean the slayer is coming to hack us open. Not that she could if she tried." Darla shook her head "Angelus, we must leave."
This riled Angelus up "Why do you think she could out do me?" he barked, "Angelus-" Darla started but he was not prepared to listen. He had given in to her one too many times, if the slayer was truly here. He would show her.Would prove to Darla that if there was no one and nothing that could better him. He was it, the higher power.
Not wanting to talk any further he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, his face instantly morphing to show his demonic features. His grip on her arms was enough to break the bones of a human but to Darla it did nothing but cause extreme pain and bruises. Darla cried out in what seemed like a cry of both pleasure and pain, but just as Angelus readied himself for a violent taking, the door burst open.
The sunlight beamed across the room, it's deadly beams racing across the floor and towards the vampires. As the two lovers heard the sound they jumped apart yet even before they parted the sun scorched Angelus' back trailing smoke behind it.
"Angelus. Darla how nice to see you two. again." Angelus was pissed beyond return and Darla knew there would be no talking him out of the fight, out of the kill this time. She watched her childe, watched his eyes roam the slayer with a look of disgust and hunger on his face. But as she searched his feral features, his yellow flashing eyes, his sharp exposed teeth and the shear overwhelming power and a dark madness that seemed to be all bottled up within his limbs; she saw something else. It was a new emotion, a new sentiment. Something she had never noticed in him, something she did not know was there before. But it burst to the surface him now as Darla looked on in astonishment trying to discover what it was.
Angelus felt power wash over him, rage and anger bubbling over him yet he stood there unable to attack because of the sunlight. He knew he wanted to kill her, wanted to watch her die. But he wanted her to live and but remained still the sun baring his advance. Before he knew what happened he spoke to her.
"Your sister, such a sweet little thing, was so innocent. so sweet. With her small supple breasts. I just couldn't help myself. How tight she was" he added his tone dreamy. Then adding in a very private voice, as if it was meant only for her he added " She was much better forced them most whores willing."
With that the slayer cried out turning and kicking the door shut in pure outrage, by the time she realized her mistake it was too late. Both Angelus and Darla, despite their nakedness, attacked. But the slayer was strong, even though she was angry she was not defenseless. Not yet anyway. Angelus told himself as he slammed a fist into the slayer's face sending her a few paces back. The slayer lashed out with a wooden, serrated dagger. Angelus saw it aimed straight for Darla's heart, it would have hit its mark if Angelus had not pushed her with unnecessary violence to the floor. She looked up at him surprised but not hurt "My fight!" He told her as he looked to the slayer. And as Darla watched the emotion boil in her childe's eyes she knew better then to argue.
Smiling he looked at her "Oh, Leila. You should have seen her! The way her whole body was taunt and contorted. Her tight little whole flexing around me, over and over again. Trying to force me out." then Angelus thought about that and added "Or so I thought anyway. I mean with those erotic moans she was letting out, it was hard for even me to tell whether she liked my cock ramming her from the inside... Whether she licked the blood that spilled from her pussy onto the floor, or if she truly wanted me to stop."
The slayer was furious and she reeked of pain. Angelus was filled with joy, with triumph. This is what he wanted, what he wanted to feel. In her blind anger she grabbed the knife with her two hands, placed them before her and ran forward. Angelus could see his words taking their affect on her judgment already. He slapped her back, sent her sailing across the room, where her face made harsh contact with the door making her nose bleed. He knew he could beat her know, she was stupid unable to think right, but it was far from over. Oh, Angelus was far from satisfied.
He laughed mockingly at her. "You know, that watcher of yours. You know, he joined the right club. The Watchers. Cause you know that's exactly what he did. he watched and I didn't even have to hold him down. The fool peed on himself. He could not handle himself never mind the child. so he watched her die. He watched me take my pleasure from her, watch me take her over and over again. Watched me beat her and bruise her during my love making. And all the while. All the while all he managed was a few silent moans." The slayer was shaking her head. Trying to deny what he was saying. He could see the words going through her mind as if they were written black on white in front of his face: * no it's not true. He's lying.* so he said "No, I'm sorry child it is not a lie.That watcher of yours fell to his knees and begged for my mercy! Pleaded me to spare his life!"
Angelus watched unbelievable rapture came over him, like orgasm after orgasm. She was beneath him. She would grovel!
And she did.
Her tears flowed from her, raking her body so it seemed earthquake after earthquake shook her. She coverd her face and cried out in her "Monster! You monster! My God!" Angelus only laughed at her. "Ah my child. You are right! I am a monster and I am your god! See how you, the most powerful human in the world and you live only for the monster, only for your god. You live only to kill me."
Darla watched her lover in amazement. As the words left his lips she realized what she had seen. What had slowly and secretly skulked around in the back of Angelus. What had silently been growing in him, and she marveled at him. She saw for the first time, the true beauty of the being she had created and every minute Angelus spent taunting the slayer, Darla felt her juice flow from her to the floor. She was ready for her beast. She wanted her monster.
Angelus smiled at the slayer lovingly "Oh, Leila Leila. Don't you see. There is no hope for you. Just as their was no hope for your sister, just as there was no hope for your watcher. When I decide your time is up, YOUR TIME IS UP!"
The slayer was trembling as if Angelus had stabbed thousands of rusted knives in her skin and her wounds had begun to rot. He could smell her terror and it was intoxicated him making his skin crawl, but mostly. But most of all, he smelt her agony, smelt the pain her whole body felt and strained to express. He saw it in her contorting face and he saw it in her weakening body and finally he saw her give in to it. Saw as her whole body fell forward as if let go by some invisible strings that held her up. She had given up, given in. TO HIM.
Angelus approached her and picked up the wooden knife she had dropped to the floor, he smiled at her and brutally kissed her on her lips before using the jagged knife to cut open her wrists. The slayer put up no kind of resistance, she simply sat and watched him with blank eyes as her lifeblood pored onto the floor.
Darla remained there in the corner and watched her child do this, watched the look of pure ecstasy that was pasted on his face. Watched the desire that had grown in his eyes and in his body; the feral fury that remained unbound in his vampiric features. In the instant that Angelus rose and looked down onto the slayer, she understood. Understood what he wanted. Understood what he had tried to explain to her to nights earlier. He wanted her to suffer because of him, wanted her to know that there was no love without him. He wanted her to know that he was above her. Her dark god, her very reason of existence and like a god he was above her, untouchable. unforgiving. Able to do to her whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. It was all about his predominance over her, over the one being powerful enough to take on any demon.It empowered him, made him superior. With her death he was truly immortalized.
Standing, Darla approached her childe "Oh, my boy. my darling boy." She opened her arms and walked to him as the slayers blood pored from her like never-ending seas of crimson water. Darla smiled at him "Oh, precious." Darla was truly at a loss of words. But she did not want words. She wanted him. Wanted his hard body his hard penis that stood erect from his body begging for her. Tugging his body to the floor they bathed in the slayers blood. Continued their crazed love making in front of the dying slayer, licking her blood tasting the red aphrodisiac that spilt from the slayer's rist and pooled about them. They did so until she died, then on the final night of the trip, Darla brought Angelus one young nun whom they feasted upon greedily.
When they finally stepped foot off board a new game had begun, Angelus finally knew what he wanted. And he knew how to get it. And he also knew that somewhere on this planet, at this very moment another slayer who had been waiting had finally been awakened and she lived training for the day when he'd meet her and rip her very soul from right beneath her nose.