CHAPTER TWO: DELICIOUS
Angelus walked through Ravenwredge Cemetery that night, headed downtown in search of a fresh kill. Events the past week had been rather dull, in part due to the absence of someone getting in his business and the absence of someone to torture emotionally and physically. But it was much better than the Slayer getting on his every last nerve. She could only be so much amusement for a certain amount of time. And that time had expired quite a little bit ago. If he'd have had to deal with that bitch for much longer he'd have to consider some crazy idea like sending the whole world into hell, where he'd be able to do nothing and only be able to appreciate the ultimate destruction for a little bit before it sucked him up, too.
He decided it was much more entertaining to take small steps toward the ultimate takeover of the world. He did have forever, after all.
Angelus was pondering these thoughts when he smelled blood. Fresh blood. It wasn't just any blood, though. It was the kind of blood that he hadn't smelt in ages. The special, unique kind that every vampire had dreams about tasting: the blood of someone that they could live off of, sip by sip, forever.
The scent grew stronger as he walked through the graveyard. The blood had been released just recently, he could tell, but its owner was not dead. The owner came into sight. It was a young girl, beautiful, from what he could see, in pain, from what he could sense, and delicious, from what he could smell. Angelus could smell the fresh blood on the girl's slender, pale arm. It had been released from a razor's kiss. It wouldn't be the only kiss to release blood that night.
The girl had rolled down her sleeve to cover up her cut, and was now standing. She had long, dark hair swept up into a ponytail that hung loose down her back, and her pale, perfectly unflawed skin almost glowed in the dim light of the streetlamps and the stars. She had pink lips that were formed in a slight frown from pain, and her bright eyes were reflected blue in the light, Angelus saw from stepping closer. She was exquisite. He really could live off of this girl forever, drinking her blood, looking into her pain filled, ice blue eyes every single day.
The girl sensed him and spun around. Her eyes glared into his own, a glare that could burn him from the inside out.
"What do you want?" The girl snapped angrily. Angelus smiled innocently.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes you do. What do you want?" The girl repeated.
"I just wanted to see if you were all right. You looked a little upset." He looked at the grave behind the girl, recognizing it immediately. "Someone you know?" He asked, unable to hide the glint in his eye.
"I'm fine. And no, I don't know these people."
"So you go around sitting at the fresh graves of people you don't know? An unusual hobby for a girl like you." Angelus said softly.
"I'm an unusual girl, then." Caden said to the stranger, about to walk past him. The tall, dark stranger was fascinatingly odd, but she needed to get home.
Angelus grabbed Caden's arm as she walked by. The arm that she had most recently cut. She winced at his strong grip on a sensitive spot, and she glared up into his deep brown eyes.
"Let go of my arm." She said icily. He smiled, the glint returning.
"Not in this afterlife." He replied.
Then she knew. His physical description fit perfectly. The brown hair, brown eyes, pale, pure evil and pure arrogance. Angelus. Did he know who she was? How strong was he, exactly? Was she prepared to fight him? Her stake was in her back pocket, but was she ready yet? Caden wondered to herself all these thoughts and more in less than ten seconds before using her left arm to give him a hard punch in his face. He loosened his grip and staggered back, not expecting her to be a lefty. His face changed, and she knew for sure. She whipped her stake out of her pocket, ready to fight.
Angelus didn't expect this girl to be a lefty. It made sense, though, seeing as she'd cut her right arm. She was strong, unnaturally strong. Add superstrength to the appearance of a girl he'd never seen before sitting at the old Slayer's grave, plus the special scent of her blood, and it all added up to one thing. He knew. She was the new Slayer. He smiled, fangs glistening in the moonlight, ready for a light fight before dinner and the new subject of someone to harrass.
It was the solution to all his issues. The new Slayer. Someone with no emotional ties to him...yet. Had a Slayer ever been sired before? It would be a beautiful thing, actually. Twice the strength, immortality, eternal beauty and eternal delectable blood, she was the perfection that he'd been craving.
His face changed back to normal.
"You're the Slayer." He stated, voice husky from sudden nasty thoughts popping into his mind about spending eternity with this girl.
"You're Angelus." Caden replied. He smiled darkly.
"See you've heard of me."
"Seeing as you're the reason I'm here, yeah." Caden replied.
Angelus took a step towards her, long black coat billowing out behind him. It looked like Christian Slater's coat in Heathers, Caden thought.
"Mmm. That's what every vampire longs to hear escape a Slayer's lips. It means he's feared in the world. It means that you and I will be seeing a lot of each other." His hand fell on her shoulder as he stepped behind her, almost whispering in her ear. "It also means that life till I kill you will be pretty interesting."
"And it also means that you're a pain in the ass that I'm gonna hafta kick." Caden snapped, stepping away from him and turning to face him.
So, she's not so gullible for the charm, huh, Angelus thought.
"I'm a pain in the ass the last two slayers couldn't quite deal with. Can you? You've had little training, you don't know what it means to be what you are, and the other Slayers had much more knowledge but they still couldn't handle it. You won't last nearly as long as they did. I'll see to that personally." Angelus growled, pulling her face close to his.
"I'm a fast learner, Angelus. And I don't have any problem with getting you outta my world, which is something that Buffy and I don't have in common. What we do have in common is that we both are stronger than you. And I'm gonna learn how to use that strength and focus all of it into making you be able to fit into an ashtray. So don't try and pull any arrogant commments on me, I'll just kick your ass." Caden said into his face.
"You're going to be a challenge that I'm going to enjoy very much, Slayer. In more ways than one." He smiled evilly into her face, lips almost brushing her own.
"You make me sick and I haven't even talked to you for ten minutes. You'll be dust by Friday at the latest." She replied smartly.
"Nice to know I've got a timeframe for making you mine, but the one I had in mind lasted for centuries." His eyes captured her own in a horrific trance as he said, "You're going to be mine, Slayer, no matter what." He pushed her sleeve up to reveal the cut again. He brought it almost to his lips. "No more of this. You'll be frequently losing your blood to me soon enough." His cool tongue licked the remaining droplets of blood off her arm as she shivered at the cool sensation. "You know that you'll be looking forward to it. As will I."
With that, Angel walked away, leaving Caden standing there, thoroughly pissed off but also very curious as to Angelus. And although she'd never admit it to anyone, he put a lot of thoughts into her mind that she had to force back by repeating geometry theorems mentally. Which reminded her.
Ugh. School.
Angelus walked away from his new conquest that night, the taste of her blood on his lips. It tasted even better than he had expected, and it took a lot of his willpower not to take more of her then and there. She was just what he'd been looking for. And she wouldn't just let him win, although he had won the battle that night with his tasting of her. He felt addicted to her taste now, and that would lead to his addiction of her. The small conversation that they had shared was enough to get him obsessed with one simple beat of her heart. And yet, he didn't want to hurt her. Just take her and keep her for himself. What was with that, anyway?
AN: Okay. There's our first Caden Angelus interaction. How do you think the rest will go? MWAHAHA!
CHAPTER THREE PREVIEW: "You might be the replacement slayer. But you'll never be able to replace her." Caden glared back at Xander. "Well I never really asked your opinion, now did I?" "Let's just kill him, okay?" Xander interjected. "Lets? As in 'we'? Maybe that was her mistake. Another one I won't make."
Angelus walked through Ravenwredge Cemetery that night, headed downtown in search of a fresh kill. Events the past week had been rather dull, in part due to the absence of someone getting in his business and the absence of someone to torture emotionally and physically. But it was much better than the Slayer getting on his every last nerve. She could only be so much amusement for a certain amount of time. And that time had expired quite a little bit ago. If he'd have had to deal with that bitch for much longer he'd have to consider some crazy idea like sending the whole world into hell, where he'd be able to do nothing and only be able to appreciate the ultimate destruction for a little bit before it sucked him up, too.
He decided it was much more entertaining to take small steps toward the ultimate takeover of the world. He did have forever, after all.
Angelus was pondering these thoughts when he smelled blood. Fresh blood. It wasn't just any blood, though. It was the kind of blood that he hadn't smelt in ages. The special, unique kind that every vampire had dreams about tasting: the blood of someone that they could live off of, sip by sip, forever.
The scent grew stronger as he walked through the graveyard. The blood had been released just recently, he could tell, but its owner was not dead. The owner came into sight. It was a young girl, beautiful, from what he could see, in pain, from what he could sense, and delicious, from what he could smell. Angelus could smell the fresh blood on the girl's slender, pale arm. It had been released from a razor's kiss. It wouldn't be the only kiss to release blood that night.
The girl had rolled down her sleeve to cover up her cut, and was now standing. She had long, dark hair swept up into a ponytail that hung loose down her back, and her pale, perfectly unflawed skin almost glowed in the dim light of the streetlamps and the stars. She had pink lips that were formed in a slight frown from pain, and her bright eyes were reflected blue in the light, Angelus saw from stepping closer. She was exquisite. He really could live off of this girl forever, drinking her blood, looking into her pain filled, ice blue eyes every single day.
The girl sensed him and spun around. Her eyes glared into his own, a glare that could burn him from the inside out.
"What do you want?" The girl snapped angrily. Angelus smiled innocently.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Yes you do. What do you want?" The girl repeated.
"I just wanted to see if you were all right. You looked a little upset." He looked at the grave behind the girl, recognizing it immediately. "Someone you know?" He asked, unable to hide the glint in his eye.
"I'm fine. And no, I don't know these people."
"So you go around sitting at the fresh graves of people you don't know? An unusual hobby for a girl like you." Angelus said softly.
"I'm an unusual girl, then." Caden said to the stranger, about to walk past him. The tall, dark stranger was fascinatingly odd, but she needed to get home.
Angelus grabbed Caden's arm as she walked by. The arm that she had most recently cut. She winced at his strong grip on a sensitive spot, and she glared up into his deep brown eyes.
"Let go of my arm." She said icily. He smiled, the glint returning.
"Not in this afterlife." He replied.
Then she knew. His physical description fit perfectly. The brown hair, brown eyes, pale, pure evil and pure arrogance. Angelus. Did he know who she was? How strong was he, exactly? Was she prepared to fight him? Her stake was in her back pocket, but was she ready yet? Caden wondered to herself all these thoughts and more in less than ten seconds before using her left arm to give him a hard punch in his face. He loosened his grip and staggered back, not expecting her to be a lefty. His face changed, and she knew for sure. She whipped her stake out of her pocket, ready to fight.
Angelus didn't expect this girl to be a lefty. It made sense, though, seeing as she'd cut her right arm. She was strong, unnaturally strong. Add superstrength to the appearance of a girl he'd never seen before sitting at the old Slayer's grave, plus the special scent of her blood, and it all added up to one thing. He knew. She was the new Slayer. He smiled, fangs glistening in the moonlight, ready for a light fight before dinner and the new subject of someone to harrass.
It was the solution to all his issues. The new Slayer. Someone with no emotional ties to him...yet. Had a Slayer ever been sired before? It would be a beautiful thing, actually. Twice the strength, immortality, eternal beauty and eternal delectable blood, she was the perfection that he'd been craving.
His face changed back to normal.
"You're the Slayer." He stated, voice husky from sudden nasty thoughts popping into his mind about spending eternity with this girl.
"You're Angelus." Caden replied. He smiled darkly.
"See you've heard of me."
"Seeing as you're the reason I'm here, yeah." Caden replied.
Angelus took a step towards her, long black coat billowing out behind him. It looked like Christian Slater's coat in Heathers, Caden thought.
"Mmm. That's what every vampire longs to hear escape a Slayer's lips. It means he's feared in the world. It means that you and I will be seeing a lot of each other." His hand fell on her shoulder as he stepped behind her, almost whispering in her ear. "It also means that life till I kill you will be pretty interesting."
"And it also means that you're a pain in the ass that I'm gonna hafta kick." Caden snapped, stepping away from him and turning to face him.
So, she's not so gullible for the charm, huh, Angelus thought.
"I'm a pain in the ass the last two slayers couldn't quite deal with. Can you? You've had little training, you don't know what it means to be what you are, and the other Slayers had much more knowledge but they still couldn't handle it. You won't last nearly as long as they did. I'll see to that personally." Angelus growled, pulling her face close to his.
"I'm a fast learner, Angelus. And I don't have any problem with getting you outta my world, which is something that Buffy and I don't have in common. What we do have in common is that we both are stronger than you. And I'm gonna learn how to use that strength and focus all of it into making you be able to fit into an ashtray. So don't try and pull any arrogant commments on me, I'll just kick your ass." Caden said into his face.
"You're going to be a challenge that I'm going to enjoy very much, Slayer. In more ways than one." He smiled evilly into her face, lips almost brushing her own.
"You make me sick and I haven't even talked to you for ten minutes. You'll be dust by Friday at the latest." She replied smartly.
"Nice to know I've got a timeframe for making you mine, but the one I had in mind lasted for centuries." His eyes captured her own in a horrific trance as he said, "You're going to be mine, Slayer, no matter what." He pushed her sleeve up to reveal the cut again. He brought it almost to his lips. "No more of this. You'll be frequently losing your blood to me soon enough." His cool tongue licked the remaining droplets of blood off her arm as she shivered at the cool sensation. "You know that you'll be looking forward to it. As will I."
With that, Angel walked away, leaving Caden standing there, thoroughly pissed off but also very curious as to Angelus. And although she'd never admit it to anyone, he put a lot of thoughts into her mind that she had to force back by repeating geometry theorems mentally. Which reminded her.
Ugh. School.
Angelus walked away from his new conquest that night, the taste of her blood on his lips. It tasted even better than he had expected, and it took a lot of his willpower not to take more of her then and there. She was just what he'd been looking for. And she wouldn't just let him win, although he had won the battle that night with his tasting of her. He felt addicted to her taste now, and that would lead to his addiction of her. The small conversation that they had shared was enough to get him obsessed with one simple beat of her heart. And yet, he didn't want to hurt her. Just take her and keep her for himself. What was with that, anyway?
AN: Okay. There's our first Caden Angelus interaction. How do you think the rest will go? MWAHAHA!
CHAPTER THREE PREVIEW: "You might be the replacement slayer. But you'll never be able to replace her." Caden glared back at Xander. "Well I never really asked your opinion, now did I?" "Let's just kill him, okay?" Xander interjected. "Lets? As in 'we'? Maybe that was her mistake. Another one I won't make."