CHAPTER SIX: SCARS AND WAGERS
Caden patrolled that night in Restfield Cemetary, usually the one that was the most loaded with vamps. Angelus watched her, silently debating whether or not to make his presence known to the young Slayer. His eyes were glued to her slim body, big eyes and dark presence. But her face glowed in the pale moonlight, seemingly contrasting to her dark clothing and hair. Like the moon itself, almost, a glowing, bright spot casting a shadowy light over all around her, while hidden in the dark sky. It would be worth the wait once he turned her, he decided, and since he was able to take his time, he wanted to. So he would wait, wait for her to beg him to turn her. But that would be breaking a spirit that seemed so strong at times and yet at others so fragile, and he almost didn't want to break her. That was a strange feeling, what the hell was that doing in his soulless being, anyway? he wondered. He got so deep into his thoughts of her that he stepped on a twig.
Caden's perceptive hearing picked up on the sudden noise, and dashed with the speed of an Olympic runner as fast as she could towards exactly where Angelus stood in the surrounding woods. He couldn't help but start to run, Caden pulling out a stake and all. He hurdled over fallen trees and wild brush as they got deeper in the woods, and Caden started to gain on him. That Slayer sure had great speed, he thought, probably phenomenal stamina also, since she seemed to only be getting stronger and faster with every stride.
They reached the innermost part of the woods now, and Caden pushed off of a log she leapt over to give Angelus a hard flying kick in the back. He fell down, only to jump up, gameface on. Caden was all ready to fight, stake held at the ready, legs slightly bent, a lioness, ready to make him her prey at any second.
Since the trees were so thick, the moonlight was almost completely blocked out, but Caden had always had good nightvision, and Angelus' nightvision came custom with the vampire package. Caden quickly blocked all the thoughts and fantasies she'd had about him in the past week out of her head and tried to concentrate on her task at hand. It was a fair fight, that's all that mattered.
And the fight was even, both going almost at 100%, dancing in the step of angry blows and exchanging painful stabs of Caden's dagger for well over two hours. When Caden had pulled the dagger from her boot and stabbed Angelus in the gut with it, then the fight had gotten pretty bloody. Grappling for the dagger, blood all over each others hands, and in Angelus' case, his stomach was bleeding slightly, it was much more intense than their other fights had been.
Caden grabbed a hold of the dagger again, and moved to cut Angelus' throat, but he kicked it quickly out of her hand and off into the brush. Caden looked after it, and before she could do anything to stop him, Angelus grabbed her.
Angelus had no idea what impulsed him to do it, but watching her, fighting against her was just making him crazy. He was spinning up and needed to come back down. There was too much tension, and with every blow he gave he was sorry to make her bruise. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with him, why was he feeling this need for her? He wanted to kill her, why didn't he just do it?
So he grabbed her, and yet instead of sinking his fangs into her soft neck, he crushed his lips up against hers, capturing her into a warm (only he was cold) kiss. His arms pulled her body tight up against him, and she protested at first, trying a little to break away, but slipping her arms instinctively around his torso inside of his leather jacket, making a little moan of protest that turned into one of need for more.
Angelus' tongue snaked into Caden's mouth, and hers responded naturally, caressing against his, as her hands explored his back through the fabric of his silky black shirt. Angelus' own hands rested with one on her back, pulling her torso up against his own, and with one right on the stretch of soft skin in between where her shirt rose up and the back of her low rise jeans rested at her hips. The cool metal of his Claddagh ring, heart pointing away from him, and his hands sent shivers and goosebumps all up and down Caden's body, while their mouths still met, breaking apart only for Caden to catch her much needed breath. She would only get a quick gasp of air in before Angelus' demanding mouth was back on hers, wanting more.
Caden heard a low growl emulate from the back of Angelus' throat, and heard the noise of his face changing shape back into his vampire form. It wasn't until his sharp canine tooth pricked her tongue that she realized consciously exactly who and what he was, who and what she was, and how what they were doing, given those factors, was completely out of the question. She pulled her arms out of his jacket to put her hands on his shoulders, pushing his torso away from hers and pulling her mouth away from his own. His face shifted back, as she stepped back away from him, the expression on her face appalled and disgusted. 'A look that could kill me if I weren't already dead,' Angelus thought.
He knew that what he had just done was stupid, but he sure as hell thought it was worth it. Plus, it confirmed his thoughts about the Slayer wanting him, she sure as hell did, but wouldn't give in. 'I'll make her give in,' Angelus thought to himself right before Caden stepped forward and popped him one right in the jaw. She then turned and dashed out of the clearing, into the forest. Angelus knew following her would be no good, she was too fast and too fiery right now to get even more heated up.
"You and Slayers," A cool, deep British voice said from across the clearing.
"Spike." Angelus said, voice darkening. The bleach blonde vampire stepped out of the shadows, in his usual attire of his black leather duster, black shirt with a silky red one over it, and dark pants and biker boots. His face held the form of his usual cocky smirk as he looked at the bigger vampire, blue eyes shining with the prospect new torment for Angelus and a new Slayer to bag.
"'Lo, Peaches," Spike greeted. "Nice show you and the bint put on a minute ago. Lucky girl came to her senses and got the hell outta here. Least this one's got some sense."
"Shut up, Spike. This one's mine."
"Now, don't be selfish. I got two, then you got two, now it's my turn again. Sides, who died and made you dictator? She obviously didn't like the job you were jus doin." Spike grinned.
"Well Dru obviously doesn't like the job you've been doing, either." Angelus replied, a wry smile spreading across his face as he saw his grandsire flinch at the name of his love, his dark, crazy sire Drusilla, who Angelus had sired. He knew nothing got to Spike more than mentioning his claim over Dru that Spike could never have.
Spike decided to ignore the comment, as much as it stung.
"What's with you and your obsession with the bloody Slayer? I thought you were past this, Captain Forehead." Spike muttered to Angelus.
"Shut up, Blondie. This isn't obsession." Angelus replied, pacing back and forth, unable to get the image of Caden's face after he'd kissed her out of his mind.
"Oh, come on! She'll never go for a ponce like you. And you got the last two. It's my turn, like I already said. Sides, all you two are gonna do is go through a whole Bonnie and Clyde phase. I'm just gonna kill the bint." Spike smirked.
"Bonnie and Clyde, huh? Let me tell you something, William the Bloody, you have no tact. What makes the kill even better is taking your good, sweet time, making her want the gift of eternal life, making her want you before you bestow it upon her. I have a plan for this one, and you're not going to get in the way of it, got me, Billy Idol?" Angelus growled angrily, heading out of the clearing.
Spike's words stopped him. "Eternal life, eh? You gonna turn a Slayer? Don't reckon that's ever been done."
"It hasn't." Angelus replied.
"I see. Twice the strength, ability, need for destruction. You really think you'll be able to control a sire with more power than you?" Spike asked.
"That's why I make her want me first." Angelus replied.
"Yeah, I'm sure her running off at top speed is a sign of great progress. But you want to give this a try? Go right ahead. It's not like it's actually gonna work. I saw the look on the Slayer's face. She despises you."
"Not what her tongue was saying." Angelus replied.
Spike chuckled. "Right. Like you can really do this."
"I can. And I will." Angelus said.
"Wanna put a wager on that, mate?" Spike said, stressing the last word with utmost sarcasm.
"Sure thing, bleach boy. What'd you have in mind?"
"You have to turn the Slayer. But not before getting her into your bed, gettin her to fall one hundred per cent in love with you, if that's even possible, and making her beg you for the change."
"Sounds fine, that's what I was planning on doing. What's the consequences?"
"If you lose, you have to let me have all the power, all the say in whatever the hell we're plannin on doin. Treat me as the sire, and I get to scar you the way you did me," the blonde vampire said, motioning to the scar on his eyebrow. Angelus recalled the time he did that with a smile every time. The humiliation he'd get for losing... he shook it off.
"If I win," Angelus started, "Then you have to watch me fuck Dru in front of you." Now it was Spike's turn to feel the pain in his gut. 'He'll never do it, it's impossible' Spike thought. 'Surefire win.'
"Yeah, okay." Spike replied, voice cracking a little. Angelus laughed, morphing into his vampface. Spike did the same. They each used their teeth to cut the palms of their right hands, blood released from their cold hands. They shook hands hard, letting the blood sink into each others systems in the traditional manner of an official vampire bet. It was sealed now, and the consequences for either of them losing would kill them, and their images.
It was worth the risk, they each thought to themselves.
"Good luck, mate. Oh, and I'm not jus gonna hafta take your word for it. No cheatin. It's sealed." Spike replied, removing his hand from his sire's, both of their cuts now sealed up.
"Well, I'll see you back at the mansion. I have a Slayer to watch." Angelus said. He was going to enjoy this. A lot.
AN: Sorry, not gonna provide a preview for the next chapter. But I can tell you there's more stuff w/ Garron, Xander, Willow, Spike and Dru, as well as some more developments in what we really care about: the CadenAngelus plotline. If you don't care, you suck. But review anyway. Sooner you review, sooner I write, remember? And if i dont get reviews, i'll cry, and then come to your house with something sharp. --emily
Caden patrolled that night in Restfield Cemetary, usually the one that was the most loaded with vamps. Angelus watched her, silently debating whether or not to make his presence known to the young Slayer. His eyes were glued to her slim body, big eyes and dark presence. But her face glowed in the pale moonlight, seemingly contrasting to her dark clothing and hair. Like the moon itself, almost, a glowing, bright spot casting a shadowy light over all around her, while hidden in the dark sky. It would be worth the wait once he turned her, he decided, and since he was able to take his time, he wanted to. So he would wait, wait for her to beg him to turn her. But that would be breaking a spirit that seemed so strong at times and yet at others so fragile, and he almost didn't want to break her. That was a strange feeling, what the hell was that doing in his soulless being, anyway? he wondered. He got so deep into his thoughts of her that he stepped on a twig.
Caden's perceptive hearing picked up on the sudden noise, and dashed with the speed of an Olympic runner as fast as she could towards exactly where Angelus stood in the surrounding woods. He couldn't help but start to run, Caden pulling out a stake and all. He hurdled over fallen trees and wild brush as they got deeper in the woods, and Caden started to gain on him. That Slayer sure had great speed, he thought, probably phenomenal stamina also, since she seemed to only be getting stronger and faster with every stride.
They reached the innermost part of the woods now, and Caden pushed off of a log she leapt over to give Angelus a hard flying kick in the back. He fell down, only to jump up, gameface on. Caden was all ready to fight, stake held at the ready, legs slightly bent, a lioness, ready to make him her prey at any second.
Since the trees were so thick, the moonlight was almost completely blocked out, but Caden had always had good nightvision, and Angelus' nightvision came custom with the vampire package. Caden quickly blocked all the thoughts and fantasies she'd had about him in the past week out of her head and tried to concentrate on her task at hand. It was a fair fight, that's all that mattered.
And the fight was even, both going almost at 100%, dancing in the step of angry blows and exchanging painful stabs of Caden's dagger for well over two hours. When Caden had pulled the dagger from her boot and stabbed Angelus in the gut with it, then the fight had gotten pretty bloody. Grappling for the dagger, blood all over each others hands, and in Angelus' case, his stomach was bleeding slightly, it was much more intense than their other fights had been.
Caden grabbed a hold of the dagger again, and moved to cut Angelus' throat, but he kicked it quickly out of her hand and off into the brush. Caden looked after it, and before she could do anything to stop him, Angelus grabbed her.
Angelus had no idea what impulsed him to do it, but watching her, fighting against her was just making him crazy. He was spinning up and needed to come back down. There was too much tension, and with every blow he gave he was sorry to make her bruise. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with him, why was he feeling this need for her? He wanted to kill her, why didn't he just do it?
So he grabbed her, and yet instead of sinking his fangs into her soft neck, he crushed his lips up against hers, capturing her into a warm (only he was cold) kiss. His arms pulled her body tight up against him, and she protested at first, trying a little to break away, but slipping her arms instinctively around his torso inside of his leather jacket, making a little moan of protest that turned into one of need for more.
Angelus' tongue snaked into Caden's mouth, and hers responded naturally, caressing against his, as her hands explored his back through the fabric of his silky black shirt. Angelus' own hands rested with one on her back, pulling her torso up against his own, and with one right on the stretch of soft skin in between where her shirt rose up and the back of her low rise jeans rested at her hips. The cool metal of his Claddagh ring, heart pointing away from him, and his hands sent shivers and goosebumps all up and down Caden's body, while their mouths still met, breaking apart only for Caden to catch her much needed breath. She would only get a quick gasp of air in before Angelus' demanding mouth was back on hers, wanting more.
Caden heard a low growl emulate from the back of Angelus' throat, and heard the noise of his face changing shape back into his vampire form. It wasn't until his sharp canine tooth pricked her tongue that she realized consciously exactly who and what he was, who and what she was, and how what they were doing, given those factors, was completely out of the question. She pulled her arms out of his jacket to put her hands on his shoulders, pushing his torso away from hers and pulling her mouth away from his own. His face shifted back, as she stepped back away from him, the expression on her face appalled and disgusted. 'A look that could kill me if I weren't already dead,' Angelus thought.
He knew that what he had just done was stupid, but he sure as hell thought it was worth it. Plus, it confirmed his thoughts about the Slayer wanting him, she sure as hell did, but wouldn't give in. 'I'll make her give in,' Angelus thought to himself right before Caden stepped forward and popped him one right in the jaw. She then turned and dashed out of the clearing, into the forest. Angelus knew following her would be no good, she was too fast and too fiery right now to get even more heated up.
"You and Slayers," A cool, deep British voice said from across the clearing.
"Spike." Angelus said, voice darkening. The bleach blonde vampire stepped out of the shadows, in his usual attire of his black leather duster, black shirt with a silky red one over it, and dark pants and biker boots. His face held the form of his usual cocky smirk as he looked at the bigger vampire, blue eyes shining with the prospect new torment for Angelus and a new Slayer to bag.
"'Lo, Peaches," Spike greeted. "Nice show you and the bint put on a minute ago. Lucky girl came to her senses and got the hell outta here. Least this one's got some sense."
"Shut up, Spike. This one's mine."
"Now, don't be selfish. I got two, then you got two, now it's my turn again. Sides, who died and made you dictator? She obviously didn't like the job you were jus doin." Spike grinned.
"Well Dru obviously doesn't like the job you've been doing, either." Angelus replied, a wry smile spreading across his face as he saw his grandsire flinch at the name of his love, his dark, crazy sire Drusilla, who Angelus had sired. He knew nothing got to Spike more than mentioning his claim over Dru that Spike could never have.
Spike decided to ignore the comment, as much as it stung.
"What's with you and your obsession with the bloody Slayer? I thought you were past this, Captain Forehead." Spike muttered to Angelus.
"Shut up, Blondie. This isn't obsession." Angelus replied, pacing back and forth, unable to get the image of Caden's face after he'd kissed her out of his mind.
"Oh, come on! She'll never go for a ponce like you. And you got the last two. It's my turn, like I already said. Sides, all you two are gonna do is go through a whole Bonnie and Clyde phase. I'm just gonna kill the bint." Spike smirked.
"Bonnie and Clyde, huh? Let me tell you something, William the Bloody, you have no tact. What makes the kill even better is taking your good, sweet time, making her want the gift of eternal life, making her want you before you bestow it upon her. I have a plan for this one, and you're not going to get in the way of it, got me, Billy Idol?" Angelus growled angrily, heading out of the clearing.
Spike's words stopped him. "Eternal life, eh? You gonna turn a Slayer? Don't reckon that's ever been done."
"It hasn't." Angelus replied.
"I see. Twice the strength, ability, need for destruction. You really think you'll be able to control a sire with more power than you?" Spike asked.
"That's why I make her want me first." Angelus replied.
"Yeah, I'm sure her running off at top speed is a sign of great progress. But you want to give this a try? Go right ahead. It's not like it's actually gonna work. I saw the look on the Slayer's face. She despises you."
"Not what her tongue was saying." Angelus replied.
Spike chuckled. "Right. Like you can really do this."
"I can. And I will." Angelus said.
"Wanna put a wager on that, mate?" Spike said, stressing the last word with utmost sarcasm.
"Sure thing, bleach boy. What'd you have in mind?"
"You have to turn the Slayer. But not before getting her into your bed, gettin her to fall one hundred per cent in love with you, if that's even possible, and making her beg you for the change."
"Sounds fine, that's what I was planning on doing. What's the consequences?"
"If you lose, you have to let me have all the power, all the say in whatever the hell we're plannin on doin. Treat me as the sire, and I get to scar you the way you did me," the blonde vampire said, motioning to the scar on his eyebrow. Angelus recalled the time he did that with a smile every time. The humiliation he'd get for losing... he shook it off.
"If I win," Angelus started, "Then you have to watch me fuck Dru in front of you." Now it was Spike's turn to feel the pain in his gut. 'He'll never do it, it's impossible' Spike thought. 'Surefire win.'
"Yeah, okay." Spike replied, voice cracking a little. Angelus laughed, morphing into his vampface. Spike did the same. They each used their teeth to cut the palms of their right hands, blood released from their cold hands. They shook hands hard, letting the blood sink into each others systems in the traditional manner of an official vampire bet. It was sealed now, and the consequences for either of them losing would kill them, and their images.
It was worth the risk, they each thought to themselves.
"Good luck, mate. Oh, and I'm not jus gonna hafta take your word for it. No cheatin. It's sealed." Spike replied, removing his hand from his sire's, both of their cuts now sealed up.
"Well, I'll see you back at the mansion. I have a Slayer to watch." Angelus said. He was going to enjoy this. A lot.
AN: Sorry, not gonna provide a preview for the next chapter. But I can tell you there's more stuff w/ Garron, Xander, Willow, Spike and Dru, as well as some more developments in what we really care about: the CadenAngelus plotline. If you don't care, you suck. But review anyway. Sooner you review, sooner I write, remember? And if i dont get reviews, i'll cry, and then come to your house with something sharp. --emily