by Simone
Rating: 15 - I think
Archive: My site .. but if you want, pls drop me a line I won´t
say no just let me know ok?
Feedback: Please this is my first Angelus piece written in 40
minutes during working hours I need to know if it is that bad : ) claddagh@angel.vg
Disclaimer: The characters and universe herein are the property of Joss Whedon,
20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, and Kuzui Productions. This piece
of fan-written fiction means no infringement upon any copyrights.
Author's Note: ok I like Angelus.. he is bad, in a wonderful frightening
way. I just hope you like the piece. Lyrics are from "I used to love
her" by Guns and Roses whom will be here in Brasil in january 2001
for Rock in Rio!
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Buffy, the Slayer. The most powerful Slayer he had ever met. And now she was
here, right in front of him. And although the old passion that still burnt
inside his body, all he could see was the silver ring shinning in her small
delicious hand.
But I had to kill her
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
"You see, lover. I had to kill her." He stood up and walked away
from the two women. "She was a pain in the ass, wanting the fucking immortality
all to herself, wanting to be like your souled boy. But, look what the cat
dragged in: Old Angelus. A much funnier version of the vampire she knew."
Angelus stopped talking, facing a speechless Buffy. "Shocked? Oh, no
lover, you know me damned well to be shocked with a little murder like this
one. You've known worst days and I am telling you..." Angelus opened
his arms in joy and cried out. "She was a pain. Everything was always
about herself. I simply couldn't stand." He sighed. "So, I_had_to
break her neck."
Six feet under
And I can still hear her complain
Angelus leaned on the wall, eyes still fixed on the Slayer's face, that grew
paler and paler. "The manacles," he thought "I could use them."
He vamped out, there was no need to wear his true face to Buffy, she was already
in his hands. Walking slowly across the room, he jumped over the bodies of
Wesley and Cordelia.
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
"Oh, yes... these two." He kneel down and caressed Cordelia´s
face while his right foot was smashing what was left from Wesley's little
finger.
"She was hot, you see." He looked up to face Buffy, and quickly
added. "Not hotter than you, lover. Nobody is." Angelus smiled that
ironic smile that the Slayer knew so well.
"Anyway, Cordelia Chase was a hot chick. Was. But she just couldn´t
stop talking, and have you ever got the chance to see her on stage?
No.. I doubt it. But I can tell you, Buff, I´ve been to Hell, but Cordelia
on stage made Hell looks like Heaven on earth. I have to admit that I could
barely control myself.. I wanted to be into her before killing the May Queen,
but, I knew you were coming, and I had to be quick. Never mind, it was funny
anyway."
She drove me nuts
And now I am happier this way
"And Wesley Do you believe he tried to hit me in order to
protect the ladies? Good Lord, Buff he couldn´t beat a fly, imagine
if he would be able to face me?" Angelus laughter could be heard all
over the place. Suddently, he felt a strange vibe, as if something wrong was
going to happen.
"I have to be quick, lover. Someone´s coming and I want you to
know the whole story before I leave."
With two large steps he was right in front of her again, his hand touched
her golden hair. Buffy didn´t move at all, all she could do was stare
back at him. Angelus continued his story.
"The funniest part was to break all his fingers while the ladies screamed
for help. But, who would hear them in this neighborhood? Look around, lover
hollow streets, hollow houses, hollow people." Angelus´ body shaked
and he said. "Nobody ever listens By the way, is this knife hurting
you? "
He stretched out his hand and touched the knife that was craved into the Slayer´s
belly. Her powerful blood was all over the chair where Angelus had seated
her. All he could smell was her scent and that too drove him nuts. He felt
that shiver coming again, and knew that it was time to go. After all, Wesley
was right. The happiness he felt was not real, it was a faked feeling. But
he had to admit that he had had fun. Unfortunately he was not going to be
around to see his soul version suffer for his acts.
Again, Angelus shivered.
But I had to kill her
I used to love her
But I had to kill her
I knew I´d miss her
So I had to keep her
She´s buried right here in my back yard
Angelus walked to his chair again. The Slayer´s blood was all over his
hand. He licked his fingers and, as he felt that the effect of the drug was
beginning to leave him, he closed his eyes. It would take just a few moments
until soul boy comes back, and he would quiclky realize that something just
wasn´t fitting.
In a last effort, Angelus grabbed a pen and wrote down in his own hand:
"I always miss the fun."
His head was aching now.
Time to go.
+The End+