He had no idea how he got here.
Never in a million years did he ever picture himself sitting awkwardly across an ill-mannered man, with a permanent scowl slanted across his face. His dark, bushy brows hung over his deadened eyes. The office florescent light reflected over the bald spot of his head.
They sat together, glaring at one another in total silence.
Leaning back in his chair, Angelus O'Connor held his fingers together, never averting his challenging glare from the man sitting behind the desk.
Keeping his expression stone-faced, Angelus couldn't help but let his mind wander. In particular, his mind wandered nine years back in time, before he sat in this chair in front of this troll of a man. A time when he didn't care to feel except for the luxuries and achievements he brought to his life. A time when he wanted something, he took it without permission or questions asked.
It was a simpler time.
9 Years Ago
Los Angeles, California
Garage Lounge
"I'll tell you something,
I am a wolf but,
I like to wear sheep's clothing,
I am a bonfire,
I am a vampire,
I'm waiting for my moment,"
The electronica rhythm bounced off of the wall of the loud nightclub.
Standing amongst the crowd in the background of the club, Angelus' dark eyes raked around the room. He was bored out of his mind and wanted nothing more than to leave this obnoxious place which smelled like sweat, spilt alcohol, and sex.
This was not his particular scene but the woman he was with begged him to go to the city's most popular club.
Angelus turned his eyes from a couple pressed up against a pillar on the verge of having public sex to the alternative looking band on stage.
The red-headed singer closed her eyes as she made love to the microphone with her hypnotic voice.
Angelus sneered and shifted his gaze to the dance floor to see the beautiful woman, who dragged him here dancing to the music. She whipped her long dark hair back and forth and raised her arms high into the air. She swayed her hips, seducing every man around her.
Cordelia Chase would most definitely be considered a 'gorgeous woman'. A woman Angelus seemed to always attract with his dark piercing eyes, chiselled features, designer suits, and inhospitable attitude, which was often mistaken by the women as 'charming'.
He watched the high-end fashion designer dance around some delusional men, making them think they stood a chance with her.
Dropping his eyes away from Cordelia and to the whisky glass in his hand, Angelus twirled the glass around on its rim before swallowing the amber liquid.
Angelus looked back at the dance floor to Cordelia and wondered why he kept her around for so long. She's a wildcat in bed. Angelus reminded himself with a smirk.
Sex with Cordelia was always quite an adventure. She was always a willing participant to do whatever he wanted. He was always left empty but the afterglow didn't amount to anything. After every climax with Cordelia and countless other willing partners like her, Angelus was left unstated and eager for something else to satisfy him.
Looking down at the expensive silver watch around his wrist, Angelus counted the seconds until he got to leave.
In the corner of his eye, he saw large bouncer open the entrance metal door, letting a few new people inside.
Angelus noticed the fresh-faced women immediately. His dark eyes rolled over the two women walking together with appreciation. The brunette woman with tousled wavy hair and dark eyes wore tight leather pants and a dark sleeveless top.
Angelus then took time to notice the redhead beside her, grinning a sweet smile. She wore simple dark blue jeans a formfitting red swoop neck top which showed her flat fair skinned stomach.
Easily brushing them aside, Angelus wasn't tempted to give them another 'once-over'. His eyes did a double take spotting a hue of blonde hair trailing behind them. He strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of her face.
Rolling his gaze down her lithe petite figure, Angelus licked his lips as he traced the curves of her breasts and the supple curve of her hips.
He followed her as she weaved around the crowd and moved straight past his table without noticing his heavy stare. He dropped his gaze to her tight black pants covered backside.
The girls settled at an empty table near the bar. Angelus suddenly found himself wondering what the exact shade of her blonde hair. Golden? Sandy? Honey? Carmel? Natural? Angelus listed the adjectives to describe her blonde hair.
He decided the shade of her hair was 'golden'. He memorised the way her golden mane cascaded down her back in soft sultry curls which contrasted perfectly against the lack black sleeveless blouse she wore.
Cocking a highbrow, Angelus was strangely desperate to know if the golden-haired woman had the 'looks' to complete the package she had unknowingly teased him with.
As if the Powers That Be heard his inner monologue, the golden-haired woman stepped around the table, to move the stool, facing Angelus' direction.
Swallowing any doubts that she would only be as attractive as her friends, Angelus was dreadfully wrong. He couldn't blink, completely enthralled by her beautiful features.
He couldn't tell from where he stood in distance from the golden-haired woman, but he tried to figure out the colour of her eyes, were they green or perhaps hazel, maybe even brown. Angelus dropped his gaze to her pouting heart-shaped lips and watched as she briefly spoke to her friends.
Never in his entire life had ever felt a burning desire to hear a woman's voice before. Most of the time he preferred as little of a conversation as possible but now, he felt a desperate need to hear her voice, to listen to her talk for as long as she wanted. He imagined her voice was soft, feminine, perhaps a bit lispy.
Angelus felt his entire body awaken at the thought.
He watched the other two woman talk with smiling grins on their faces.
Angelus watched the blonde carefully, seeing a sort of sadden distance in her eyes as she people watched around her, half listening to whatever was being said. She held her chin in the palm of her hand and offered a few half smiles.
Strangely, he found himself wondering why she appeared sombre. Even stranger, he wanted to somehow chase that solemn expression away.
Flicking his eyes back into Cordelia's direction, he noticed her very preoccupied with the rush of men surrounding her, trying to dance with her.
Cocking a brow, Angelus rolled his eyes and stood tall, unbuttoning the front of his black suit coat and stuffed his hands into his black trouser pockets making his way towards her.
Buffy Summers watched the dancers on the floor and ran her eyes over a beautiful brunette woman, who had every man in the club drooling over her stiletto shoes.
Narrowing her eyes at the brunette woman, Buffy knew for sure that, that woman was not going home alone tonight. Women like her never slept alone—or at all.
She had come to the club semi-unwillingly. Her two best friends since high school, Willow and Faith had talked her into venturing out into the LA night scene.
Buffy enjoyed club dancing as much as the next but tonight her heart just wasn't in it, mostly because she was still a bit melancholy about her recent breakup with her boyfriend of the last two years. There were a lot of issues that had been piling up for a long time and finally, Buffy decided that enough was enough. He wanted something from her she was unable to give and he begrudged her of it.
Despite the breakup being her idea, it still felt terrible. Riley was a nice guy, with solid morals and a vision for the future but she didn't love him.
"You made the right decision, Buffy."
Buffy turned her eyes from the nothing she was staring into and looked at the redhead sitting across from her. "I know."
"Yeah," Faith agreed, "Red's right. You weren't happy with Ry."
"Again, I know." Buffy frowned with a huff hating the mixture of guilt and feeling of gloom clouding over her head. "But I can still feel bad about it. Riley was a really great guy but—"
"—But weren't in love with him." Willow began to backtrack her words catching Buffy's expression. "I mean you loved him but you weren't in love with him. It was like, uh, a super deep caring sort of affection."
Giving her a small smile, to appease her friend to be more at ease, Buffy didn't take her mini ramble into an offence. "You're right, I cared for Riley—a lot. But… in the end, I think this is for the best…" Buffy frowned noticing Willow's attention was completely somewhere else.
"Um, okay, don't look now but there is a really good looking man coming towards us."
Both Faith and Buffy followed Willow's wide gaze across the club.
"Guys," Willow rolled her eyes, "I told you not to look."
Faith rolled her eyes over the gorgeous man and clucked her tongue, "Check out the sex-on-a-stick. Looks like he has you in his crosshairs, B." She chuckled and looked back at her friend.
Buffy latched her gaze into the most attractive and sinister dark eyes she's ever seen in her life.
Sharing a smile with Willow, Faith waved her hand in front of Buffy's dazed face and rolled her eyes.
Faith nodded her head at Willow and gestured to make a run at the bar. "Don't forget a condom." Faith whispered into Buffy's ear and left for the bar with Willow.
The gorgeous man turned his eyes from the other two women walking away, much to his satisfaction, they didn't interest him. "Hi," he dropped his gaze down to her face and gave her a sliding smirk.
Buffy gasped at his purring deep voice.
His confident smirk widened, taking in her adorable alarmed expression. Angelus expertly masked his expression as he watched her heart-shaped lips part and a small gasp escape from her lungs.
Buffy felt her heart race, unable to detach herself from the trance he had over her, just through their eyes. He was a gorgeous man, as in a sinful Greek God sort of gorgeous. He was that sort of gorgeous that had a long line outside a revolving door of women waiting to jump into his bed. He was the sort of gorgeous that would no doubt leave a girl heartbroken. But she couldn't look away.
Green eyes, Angelus noted with a tugging smile. "Green," Angelus said.
Buffy snapped out of her trance and closed her dry mouth finding her sense once more. "Uh, what?"
"I've had the toughest time deciding what colour your eyes were from across the room. I thought they were either, hazel, perhaps even brown but I just knew they were green."
Unable to completely process his words, Buffy felt a shooting shiver straight down her spine. Oh God, even his voice is attractive. "Oh, uh, good… I guess." Buffy's mind short-circuited, suddenly feeling like the class loser.
For the first time all night, a genuine smile crossed Angelus' mouth, brightening his entire face. He couldn't describe it but he was completely captivated by this blonde in a way he had never felt before.
"I'm Angelus," he held out his hand across the tall table for her to take.
Buffy swallowed, "Buffy," she replied and felt her cheeks heat with a blush when he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
"It's nice to meet you." Angelus didn't let go of her hand right away. His long fingers gently moved over the back of her hand, memorising its dainty, feminine shape.
"I'm nice to meet." Buffy frowned realising the sentence that just left her mouth.
Angelus' smile widened feeling all the blood in his body shot down south, straight to his cock.
He felt his cock hardening and taking shape inside his trousers, the more he fell into the depths of her green eyes the more obvious his arousal would become. But Angelus was never one to care if he was aroused, he didn't mind the world knowing it, especially the woman in front of him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Angelus asked with a charming smile.
Buffy frowned in thought for a moment. She knew she should probably reject the offer and remind herself that this wasn't what she was looking for. It was what Faith and Willow wanted for her but Buffy was still mending her wounds.
Her mind went back to Faith's off coloured advice she told her as they were getting ready for a night on the town. Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead. It wasn't the most original words of wisdom but it was effective because Buffy was seriously thinking about 'seizing the moment'.
"Okay,"
Song Used: "Temptation Waits" by Garbage, 1998
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