Leannán didn't appear to him in a dream that day. Angelus growled all night because of it, becoming particularly vicious with a petite blonde daughter of the wealthiest baron residing currently in Paris. She snuck up on him while he escaped the soiree happening in the hall of mirrors. The Versailles Parterre du Midi garden was particularly charming with its fanciful trellised arbours.
Besides he had needed to get away from the blasted mirrors, which never showed his reflection. Plus he needed to stew in the tranquil settings of the palace gardens undisturbed… the last part was ruthlessly squelched when the mindless twit had followed him out here.
Incensed at her audacity, Angelus pivoted around and unceremoniously slammed the dumb blonde against a statue in the square. It didn't help her either for not being his Leannán, whom he was currently aching for, even though he knew her as a dream woman. In a single movement he ripped the dress from her bodice, displaying her generous breasts to his cruel stare.
He would punish her for the serious transgression of deluding herself into believing that he wanted her. She who had thought he, Angelus, was interested in her faux charms intent on snagging a husband. Both were so far from the truth he smirked maliciously, baring his teeth in a nasty smile. No it was another petite blonde that he wanted.
Leannán's company that he'd been denied today. Leannán who captured his senses so easily, and was always on his mind during the night. Leannán who Angelus sought because he wanted to carry her off to a secluded area and make wild love until they both passed out from the pleasure of it.
"Fermez-vous petite putain riche rien de dieu!"
The poor thing screamed and struggled pathetically in his merciless iron grip. He shook her roughly and raised his hand to slap her, when she suddenly whimpered and ceased struggling. Her powdered face grotesque and her lips scarlet as the blood drained away. Intent on humiliating her, Angelus tore open her chemise, exposing her white translucent breasts and rouged areoles. Lunging with all his demonic speed, he bit into her exposed peak with his fangs.
The girl tasted sour, tainted with her own corruptness and deceitfulness. Vile came to mind as well, but Angelus drained her there in the garden and when he was done he let her fall mercilessly to the ground, stone cold, like the statue that towered over her like a beacon. Dead.