Title: My Queen
Author: Grlufear (grlufear@gurlmail.com)
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Pairing: That'd be giving it away
Disclaimer: I don't own either of the characters, both of them are creations of Joss Whendon's, however I'd be more than happy to take Angelus off his hands.
Feedback: I refuse to beg….:: breaks down crying on floor:: okay I'm begging, please please.
Archiving: I don't care if you want to archive it just tell me before hand.
Author's Note: I know the story sounds a bit… insane…but hey Angelus' is a soulless demon and a psycho so what can you expect.
I love the smell of her room. I love the way it lingers with me long into the day after I've fled the approaching sun. The scent keeping her with me even when I am not.
I've sat here looking at her so many times, most of which when she was sleeping and unaware.
If she knew I was here she would be most displeased. Actually she'd probably be extremely angry with me; I can just hear her pouty voice now, demanding to know what I am doing in her room in the middle of the night.
Of course I would have to explain to her that this is where I belong; I and no one else, certainly not that puny excuse for a man Riley Finn. How I despise him, and oh the things I plan to do to him. When I am done with him he shall regret ever setting his eyes on my Buffy.
I admit though that it has taken me quite a while to realize that this is where I belong. The turning point came only recently though, when I saw my weaker counter part Angel simply leave when he found out that my slayer was with that fool. I just couldn't leave things that way. That is why I am here now.
I do thank Darla, Dru, and all of those lovely people at Wolfram and Hart for my 'resurrection'. Without them I would still be that ensouled wimp. Thanks to them I have come back to Sunnyvale, back to this house, to claim what is mine. That doesn't mean that I don't plan to kill them all though…
I suppose you're wondering how, if I loved her so much, that I could stand to torment my lover so. Well, pretending that I actually care what you think, I will attempt to explain.
I was purely and simply in denial. You see I loved her even when I was Angel, and as a general rule I make it my life's work to destroy anything that ever made that cretin happy. I was so bent on her destruction that I denied the way in which I was drawn to her.
And I was drawn to her; it was as if I could feel her from miles away. I'd always intended to drive her to the brink of insanity and then turn her just as I had with Dru. I don't think I'll do that now, she's so vibrant when she's sane.
Because you see she's not all innocence and light like Dru was, like she wants everyone to think she is. I know what she's capable, the destruction. I can't help smiling at the thought of it.
But you see she can't deal with that part of herself, the part that goes out every night with the sole purpose of killing. Most people will say that this is because she has to, that it's only because she is the Slayer that she can stand the killing.
Bullshit.
I know that this capability has always been in her lying dormant. She's a good Slayer because of it. The ruthlessness that it takes to do what she does isn't something that can be learned; not something you can magically gain like all the other powers of the Slayer. No you see this is inherent, the best of the Slayers already had it before they were ever called, and so does my Buffy. She has it in spades in fact. She can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel; it's one of the many reasons we're made for each other.
No other girl I know could do the things she's done and live with herself. All of those deaths on her hands, all of that blood. No my Buffy is unique, who else do you know that could send their 'soulmate' to hell, and to whisper I love you before running him through? That takes cruelty on a level that rivals my own. I still delight in the anguish of betrayal in Angel's eyes when he realized what she'd done.
But she doesn't realize the full extent that she can reach. She needs someone to train her, bring out the glorious heartlessness that resides deep within her. And I am that person. I'll turn her and teach her to obey only me, and in the process I will bring to the fore all those dark tendencies that only I know lay inside her.
I can picture it now. We'll kill all of her little friends first, slowly so they can suffer. Suffer for cursing me once again; suffer for no reason that the enjoyment we'll get at looking at the pain in their eyes. Pain not because of the torture- which will be excruciating- but because all the while it's being done by their protector.
Then we'll massacre this town of idiots and sheep. The streets will run with blood. When we've done away with all of the vermin, we'll burn the city to the ground.
I have such grand plans for her, my Queen.
Once we're done here, we'll head back to LA. After all I do have prior engagements with Darla and Dru, I don't think I'll kill them though. I've always found torture to be a cure for dissention in the ranks.
I wonder if she realizes that she whispers my name in her dreams. How horrified she must be in the morning when she remembers her dreams, to know that in the depths of her heart and soul it is I she wants and not her Angel. Soon though it won't matter either way, and she'll be by my side truly.
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In the darkness the silent visitor began to move silently towards the bed.
A stray beam of moonlight drifted in through the open window revealing the more than slightly mad glint in his eye. As he peered down at the sleeping blond girl he began to smile, and then his face changed to reveal the horror that lay beneath.