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CHAPTER 1. Valmont.

"Angelus," Dr. Rosenberg said tiredly to the handsome seventeen year old lying on the couch, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling of his therapist's office. She was bored, yet quite used to her clingy, annoying, teenage client Angelus Valmont, who week after week persisted to annoy her with his expected adolescent confessions and feelings; admitting to her on a regular basis his impressive sex life which she didn't know whether he told her about in shame, or absolute triumph.

He claimed he wasn't proud of his constant needs and repetitive relations with different girls week after week; but to be honest she wasn't quite sure. Not that she really gave a damn what the spoilt brat did with his time. As long as he didn't go near her daughter, she didn't care what girls he took into his bed and then rejected the following morning.

"Angelus, let's try and focus," the therapist persisted, looking at her watch and then back to the dark haired teenager lying there like a dead animal on the road.

"What can I possibly say?" He eventually asked her, getting up from the expensive cream coloured lounge. "I'm a fool."

"You're not a fool," Dr. Rosenberg began to say to Angelus standing by the window.

"Yes I am," he interrupted. "I can't feel sorry for myself because I'm some poor little rich boy."

He stared out of the glass into the crowded shopping mall, wondering to himself if he could ever look out at all the people and find a single girl that would reject herself to him. Of course there was a girl out there that he knew of, but he also knew that she wouldn't be loitering around the mall at this time of day rather than be scheming in the house they both lived in, plotting the social suicide of her next unknowing victim.

"It's not your fault," Dr. Rosenberg began to say in her most patronising therapist tone, distracting him from his thoughts. "Adolescence is a difficult time. And without great parenting, things can go awry."

She seemed to ignore the fact that Angelus was banging his head softly against the expensive glass windows of her office. If replacing two thousand dollar windows is what it takes to get this little shit to break through one of them and fall to his death, then let him - she thought irritably to herself.

He turned to face her then, just as she pulled out her latest book from the side table by her chair to give to him. "Here," she offered, handing him the paperback.

He took the novel and stared at it dumbfounded. 'Great Parenting! How To Raise The Perfect Child' "Autographed copy? Can I keep this?" Angelus asked in awe.

"It's yours," she affirmed, gesturing to the book as she plastered a self-satisfied smile on her face. Removing the smile as she looked down at her notepad, she jotted down neatly in big writing 'Bill for book '

"You've got to stop being so hard on yourself. What's in the past is over!" The red headed therapist punctuated with a wave of her hands.

"You're right," Angelus agreed, nodding and sighing to himself. "It's hard to believe that there was once a period in my life where all I could think about was…sex." The look on his face when he admitted this was akin to disgust at himself, and Dr. Rosenberg smiled in satisfaction that she had finally gotten through to him.

"No, it's not the way to go through life." She agreed with a shake of her head.

"I know. I mean, take yourself for example," the boy went on, pausing briefly to stare at her body. "You- You're a very attractive woman. You have killer legs," he stopped, caught up in his own thoughts. "I'd love to photograph them."

Dr. Rosenberg took a moment to stare up at him to see where the perverted creep was going with this.

"That was the old me," the teen finally stated, leaning against his therapist's desk. "I'm cured now."

"I'm so proud of you," Dr. Rosenberg told him, void of any real emotion in her voice and glancing once again quickly at her watch, she started to get up from the chair she had been sitting in for the last hour.

"Same time next week?" Angelus asked her as the red headed woman walked over to him.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" She questioned as she ritually shook his hand. "I'm going on my book tour. I'll be back in a month."

"Why?" Her client asked in concern, pulling her hand towards him. Just as quickly, she pulled it back, hoping to remain as much distance possible from the little punk.

"Because other people need my help, too," Dr. Rosenberg stated matter-of-factly, walking around her desk to sit down. "You're going to do just fine."

"I hope so," Angelus said unconfidently.

"If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call my services."

"I could use a hug," he told her, wounded at her lack of affection.

The tempestuous therapist put on her fake smile yet again as she went to get up, rolling her eyes while her head was turned and wishing the annoying kid would get out of the building already. Thank God she was about to spend the entire month without the hourly weekly sessions with Angelus Valmont or any other moping, irritating clients she had to deal with each day.

Standing before the six foot, suit clad seventeen year old, she lightly put her arms around him as he proceeded to embrace her in a tight, bear hug.

"Alrighty. Mmhmm. There you go," she insinuated by patting him on the back for him to let go. Eventually the phone rang, and to her relief he released her and allowed her to push the speaker button.

"Yes?" She answered to her secretary.

"Your daughter on one." A bored and sarcastic voice answered.

"Tell her to hold."

"This her?" Angelus pondered as her picked up the rose wood picture frame next to the phone which held the photo of a young looking red headed girl.

"That's my Willow." Dr. Rosenberg confirmed.

"She seems nice," he said to her, staring lustily at the pretty, pale skinned teenager.

"She's great. Straight A student. Exceptionally rounded young woman. She's attending Princeton this fall," Willow's mother boasted about her daughter.

"Wow." Angelus said as he continued to stroke the glass that separated the picture of her innocent face from his finger. "Now this is exactly the type of girl I should be with."

Dr. Rosenberg frowned at the thought of Angelus even thinking about her precious Willow. "I think she's a little out of your league," she warned him off as nicely as she could, taking the photo and placing it back on her desk. "No offence."

"Oh well." Angelus shrugged off.

"So," the more than ready to snap psychiatrist began, taking her out-welcomed client by the shoulder and leading him towards the door. "Take good care of yourself, Angelus."

"Thankyou," Angelus said sincerely, gesturing the book she had given him. "For everything."

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"Shmuck," Dr. Rosenberg said to herself after he had left the room and she retreated back to her desk.

Sitting down and preparing to write up the final bill for Angelus Valmont , the phone began to ring again. Pressing speaker, her secretary Anya's voice chimed in to remind her that her daughter was still on hold. Dr. Rosenberg roller her eyes as she waited for the World War 3 that was about to begin.

Pulling the receiver to her ear, she prepared to put on her most patronising mum voice so her daughter wouldn't get as angry as she knew she most likely would be at being put on hold.

"Hi honey." Dr. Rosenberg said sweetly to her darling daughter.

"You put me on hold?!" Willow yelled in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. Is something wrong?"

"He told me he loved me!" Willow began to wail as she sat at her desk looking at the horrifying screen on her computer. "And I believed him! I'm so stupid!"

"Now darling, it's alright. Just calm down, take a deep breath. Step out of the circle –"

"Oh will you cut your psycho-babble bullshit mom!" Dr. Rosenberg's daughter yelled over the phone. "There's pictures of me on the internet!"

"What kind of pictures?" Willow's mother asked in concern and fear for her own reputation.

As Willow looked back at her computer screen, through tear clogged eyes she analysed the page before her again. It was the same layout as her mother's new book, but instead read, 'Great Parenting?? How To Raise The Perfect Slut' accompanied with a picture of Willow naked on a chair to identify with the picture of Dr. Rosenberg on the cover of her book.

"Nudie pictures! What do you think?!"

"Christ! How could you be so stupid?!" Dr. Rosenberg screeched through the speaker.

"He was just so…charming. And all he did was say how I had killer legs. And how he wanted to photograph them." Willow explained through sobs. "And things just got completely out of hand!"

The realisation fell on the therapist like a ton of bricks. Angelus.

"Mom? Are you there? MOM? MOTHER?!"

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After leaving the building, Angelus stepped over to the nearest bin and discarded the useless and pathetic book his therapist had given him. As he began to walk away, he suddenly heard his name being yelled as if on que. Turning around, he evilly smiled up at said therapist banging her fists furiously on the window of her office.

"Angelus! You're going to pay for this you little shit! You hear me?!" Dr. Rosenberg screamed, continuously banging the quivering window.

Like the smart arse he was, Angelus shook and tilted his head, hoping to get a better hear of her ramblings.

"What's her problem?" A female voice asked as a girl came up to stand next to him and witness the commotion.

Angelus looked down at his soon-to-be latest victim and then back up to the still screaming woman. "Looks like someone's in need of some therapy," he joked as the girl laughed and swept her light brown hair behind her right ear.

"You're not going to get away with this you know! You little pervert!" Dr. Rosenberg shouted as she swatted off a security guard approaching her from behind.

"So what's your name?" The smug teenager asked, revering his attention to the pretty girl standing next to him.

"Amy," she answered shyly, pulling her hair behind her other ear.

"Amy," Angelus repeated. "God, you're beautiful."

"Thankyou," the girl said, completely thrown back by the compliment.

"I'm going to take you to lunch," Angelus stated, rather than asking.

"Okay," Amy agreed nodding , ecstatic that she was about to go on a date with this gorgeous, charming guy she had just met.

"No! No!" Dr. Rosenberg continued to scream as she saw the retreating backs of Angelus and the girl, both hand in hand.

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