Author's Note: So so so sorry that it's taken this long to update with another chapter. I wanted to take a short break from writing, recharge my battery before I jumped to it again with another update. This will be the last chapter for at least a couple of more weeks as I'm gonna be heading out of town this weekend. But it's best to say that I'll probably be working on ideas for the next chapter while I'm gone. For this chapter, be warned, there are a few sexual scenes here. Other than that, hope you guys enjoy the chapter. And thank you all for the awesome feedback!
She fastidiously blinked in continuous succession moments before she took the opportunity to deliver the first strike against the bristling vampire. She felt a hand pressing unexpectedly against her torso, shoving her roughly onto the side against the bar establishment. "A lady shouldn't have to fight. That's my job," Angelus injected, glancing at the Slayer before tackling the punk vampire into a barrel of trash cans.
The sounds of fist throwing, insults, and jabbing came seconds later, and a stunned look was plastered on her chalk white face in disbelief as the sights of Angelus and the vamp steered out of her blurry vision. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, but without much success.
No way he could have moved that damn fast. Wonder if he's a vamp? Can't be though. He feels a bit human. He's warm…, her thoughts fumbled in mental distortion as she ran her hand through her hair, trying to gather herself, but shuttered in spite of it. The more she tried to find the answer to her question, the more baffled she became. Was there such a thing as a potential vampire hybrid? She would have to ask Giles about that.
"Well, look it here. Angelus defending the Slayer? Since when you did become a lapdog for the white hats? Something you're not telling us, your majesty?" the punk vampire spat each word with sarcasm and accusation as he pursued Angelus with a hungry, detested look that shone in his eyes and dangerous smile. His words did not fall blindly on the Slayer's ears.
She peered over the corner of Willy's, noting that Angelus was now being cornered by the large vampire that wore thick, rattling chains around his neck and wrists. Her brows furrowed in surprise and growing suspicion.
What the hell? This vamp actually knows Angel? Can't be. This doesn't add up. Mister has some explainin' to do. And to think, I'm liking him. Shame on you couldn't have picked someone normal? Like Pike?
"Dare to question me, Rufus? Remember who you are speaking to. You would not be standing in front of my presence if you hadn't begged me in desperation to sire you. Now, if you decide to reveal my true identity in front of this supposed Slayer, I will kindly tear your measly spine from your body and use it as a decoration above my fireplace. Do you understand, or do I have to remind you of your place again?"
Fear replaced the stint of defiance in the vampire's blood red eyes, dropping to his knees and bowing before Angelus in a show of remorse and obedience.
"That was not so hard now, was it?" Angelus cocked an eyebrow. "Now, leave us. I have matters to attend to." It wasn't a demand, it was a direct order. In seconds, the vampire nodded and vanished into the night.
Time to play the sheep in wolf's clothing, Angelus sneered mentally, dusting off motes of invisible lint from his trench coat. He licked his lengthening fangs in suppressed hunger as the Slayer hesitantly approached him with caution. "You okay?"
Not exactly, my dear. I could go for a drop of your blood tonight as my body is growling for your untapped, warm liquid that flows through your body. If you're willing to allow me to drink you from those marvelous veins of yours, that is. He nodded to assure her, replacing his treacherous thoughts with a devastatingly seductive smile. "Yes, I am. Thank you. It's late, is it not? Would you allow me to escort you home? A woman such as yourself shouldn't be out so late."
Buffy felt her chest picking up speed, a narrow blush developing on her cheeks, despite her growing suspicions of him. She felt torn between her sacred duty and her growing feelings that were enveloping her. "I, uh. I have someplace I need to be. You know, stuff."
He moved an inch towards her, his mouth uttering a single, low growl that she couldn't hear. "Are you sure? I could escort you to whatever place you need to be." With that, he placed a single hand against her cheek, cupping against it delicately. All rational thought disappeared from the Slayer's mind as she placed her hand against his own, noticing slightly that it was a mixture of frigid and warmth.
So not a vampire. Good with his hands too, she struggled to maintain her composure, but felt her legs beginning to weaken underneath her, threatening to buckle. "Nothing wrong with enjoying a caress now, is there?" Angelus whispered the words against her ear, his lips now pressing gently against her lower jaw, before he traced them down to her neck, which was exposed under her jacket collar.
For him, his hunger increased a thousand fold. Blood was sheer vitality to him, as it was for many of his children. Not being aware of her surroundings, Buffy hadn't notice Angelus shoving her body against the bar establishment.
"No," Buffy muttered, a guttural sound forming in her throat as she pressed her own lips against Angelus' lower cheek. She felt his hand brushing against her right breast, feeling his hand clasping against it, rubbing his thumb against her hardening, sensitive nipple.
A low moan escaped from her mouth as her legs circled against his, tightening against his waist as if she didn't want to let him go. She felt his member hardened against her in response. Tiny kisses trailed alongside his jaw and neck in the throes of heated passion, the responsibility of being the Chosen One were tossed aside in negligence. Without a given thought.
For that moment, she didn't care about her worries, nor her suspicions of him, or of anything else. Her only desire was him. And only him. Seconds later, she felt his body thrusting against her. She gasped, clutching at his wool trench coat in, her head tilting back against the building, her mouth forming an O. She clutched at his hair as another thrust shoved roughly against her, taking her breath away. "Angel..."
Despite their clothing acting as barriers, it was as if she felt him penetrating her. He was not small, by any means, and it sent a shiver of pleasure deep in her bones. His erection was infectious. She heard him panting against her exposed throat, matting it with wetness, his tongue licking against it. "Was it good for you?" Angelus asked of her, his darkening eyes boring into her own, his lips hovering above hers.
Despite his intentions of playing her the fool, he couldn't deny the part of him that was desiring for her. It was difficult to resist the yearning. "Yes. More, dammit!" She demanded, her legs squeezing against his erected member. He gazed upon her in silence, then onto her moist neck. "Close your eyes," he gently ordered. She obeyed immediately.
Pushing the strands of blond hair onto the side, his fangs glistened under the darkness, to their full needled point, and sunk them deep into her throat, blood spilling in double trails until drops of it fell onto the concrete alley. She gasped. And then everything went dark.