Old Memories, Forgotten and Unwanted.
Title - see above
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss is God as far as the characters of BtVs are concerned.
Distribution - Read (and review!), like, take, have - ask first.
Feedback - much appreciated. ^_^
A/N - ** = How sweet and proper it is.
There was a panic, and feet scuffed the floor as the human made his escape and bolted for the door to his home. The vampire allowed him a brief moment of pure relief as he reached the door and hurriedly fumbled for his keys. Eyebrows raised, Angelus held up his hand, his lips curving upwards into a wicked smile,
"Looking for these?"
Tony whirled around and stared in horror at the object in the demon's hand. So far, the vampire had refrained from using his fangs to scare this particular victim. He wanted to have a little fun first. Shaking the keys in his hand so they jingled a little, he flipped his knife in the air and caught it with his teeth. It was still bloodstained from the where he'd sliced open the man's arm.
Hoping his attacker would have mercy on a man of the church, Tony pulled slightly at his dog-collar and whispered prayers of help and mercy to God. Removing the knife from his mouth, Angelus made a show of licking both sides clean, then threw it into the nearest tree, where he left it,
"Prayers won't save you now, Father."
Angelus laughed sinisterly as he allowed his true vampiric nature to claim his face. Terrified, the priest stared at him for a moment, then on seeing the fangs as the creature approached him, he tore the crucifix from his neck and held it before him in an attempt to ward him off.
The vampire faltered, and looked at the silver object with more than a little distaste. He snarled and glared at the man as his expression of horror turned to that of triumph. He wasn't going to get away that easily. He still had his house keys.
His confidence increasing with the holy emblum in his grasp, Tony stepped towards the vampire and relished every moment as Angelus stepped back, apparently scared of the crucifix. Then, without warning, he stepped forward and batted the priest's arm away, knocking the cross from his hand. Instinctively looking to see where the cross had fallen, the man turned his head, giving the demon easy access to his neck. Seizing the holy man by the throat, Angelus pushed him back against the door of his house, fangs bared,
"Try that again, and I'll see to it that you don't reach the afterlife with your entrails intact, *Father*"
He emphasised the last word, his voice dripping with malice and contempt. Ignoring what his every fear was screaming at him, the man clenched his teeth and looked the monster right in the eye,
"You can have my entrails and my life, but you can never take my soul from me."
He watched as the creature's eyes narrowed and he appeared deep in thought. Then as though snapping out of a trance, is eyes suddenly widened and Angelus raised an eyebrow,
"Entrails, I'd take anyway - Dru likes me to save her the heart. Your life? Well, you'd die sooner or later so why not now? But your soul ... that's a completely different matter."
Tightening his grip on the mortal's throat, he began to drag him towards the cemetery,
"Y'see, death works in different ways." He kicked Tony's knees, knocking him off his feet and causing him to kick like a trapped child as he was dragged across the road.
"You can die of, say, old age ... or a disease. Completely natural causes. Then, you'll agree, your soul goes to where-ever. Purgatory, Heaven and , hey, if you're lucky, maybe you'll go to Hell. Great place, you really should take a day off - y'know, go see the sights." His tone was cheerful, almost friendly as he explained what happens to your soul after death,
"Then, you might be killed. Murder, for example. Still, your soul goes someplace." He laughed sofly as the holy man ceased kicking and attempted to free himself by clawing at Angelus' hand.
"Or, you could commit suicide - I don't recommend it, you'd lose your soul. Not a good idea for a man of your standards."
"Let me go!"
Angelus shook his head,
"Not that easy, I'm afraid ... anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, or..." He kicked open the door to the mausoleum and opened the gate to the Master's no longer abandoned lair, "Or, you could die like I did. Like *all* these kids did."
At that last remark his released the priest, helped him to his feet, and indicated the pack of vampires that was closing in on him. At a glance from their senior, they began to back off. Angelus wanted this one himself. Tony gazed, wide-eyed around hat the vampires, most of them killed in their late teens. He had lost all fear now, and looked at the vampire who had brought him here. He watched, almost fascinated as Angelus returned to his human form and smiled, almost benevolently.
"I've seen what you brought me to see. Now let me go."
"Uh ... let me think about that for a second .................. no."
"Why do you want me here?"
He shrugged,
"Why do I ever want a human near me? Food, general amusement ... new recruits etc etc etc."
"All three of those couldn't apply to me."
"No, I'd make a safe guess and go for the last one."
"Why make me a vampire? I have nothing to offer you. No skills in combat. I'm not a brave person."
"Shucks, I hadn't noticed."
"Then tell me. Why?"
Dropping the act, Angelus grabbed him by the dog-collar, and pulled him closer,
"Let's see, you said - and I quote, 'You can have my entrails and my life, but you can never take my soul from me.' Does that sound familiar?"
"Yes."
"Just want to prove a point. Y'see, when you become a vampire, it isn't you who gets the gift of eternal life. I'm not that generous. Your body is vacated and a new-born demon sets up camp in your hollow corpse. It has all your memories, but it isn't you. No compassion, no remorse, no humanities. Full. Stop. The end of your insignificant life. Your soul is destroyed, making way for a brand new baby vamp."
"Y - you can't do this to me."
"Watch me."
Pulling the human closer, he gave in to the bloodlust, his eyes shining golden and his fangs hovering a hair's breadth away from the man throat. He grinned wickedly and slowly sank his teeth into his latest victim, savouring the taste before he had to pull away. Withdrawing his fangs from Tony's neck, he sank them into his own wrist, tearing the flesh and giving way to the blood that poured out. Pressing it to the dying priest's lips, Angelus winced slightly as Tony latched on, his tongue lapping up the blood that ran freely into his mouth, giving him a new life to replace his old, fading one.
Revelling in the fact that he had just turned a priest, Angelus pulled his wrist away, and slowly lay his Childe down as his human eyes closed for the last time. The vampire looked down at his unconscious new-born then glanced around at the rest of his gathered coven. They were stunned. He had turned a holy man.
Relishing their astonishment, a sinister smile made its way across his lips as he whispered,
"Dulce et decorum est**"
Title - see above
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss is God as far as the characters of BtVs are concerned.
Distribution - Read (and review!), like, take, have - ask first.
Feedback - much appreciated. ^_^
A/N - ** = How sweet and proper it is.
There was a panic, and feet scuffed the floor as the human made his escape and bolted for the door to his home. The vampire allowed him a brief moment of pure relief as he reached the door and hurriedly fumbled for his keys. Eyebrows raised, Angelus held up his hand, his lips curving upwards into a wicked smile,
"Looking for these?"
Tony whirled around and stared in horror at the object in the demon's hand. So far, the vampire had refrained from using his fangs to scare this particular victim. He wanted to have a little fun first. Shaking the keys in his hand so they jingled a little, he flipped his knife in the air and caught it with his teeth. It was still bloodstained from the where he'd sliced open the man's arm.
Hoping his attacker would have mercy on a man of the church, Tony pulled slightly at his dog-collar and whispered prayers of help and mercy to God. Removing the knife from his mouth, Angelus made a show of licking both sides clean, then threw it into the nearest tree, where he left it,
"Prayers won't save you now, Father."
Angelus laughed sinisterly as he allowed his true vampiric nature to claim his face. Terrified, the priest stared at him for a moment, then on seeing the fangs as the creature approached him, he tore the crucifix from his neck and held it before him in an attempt to ward him off.
The vampire faltered, and looked at the silver object with more than a little distaste. He snarled and glared at the man as his expression of horror turned to that of triumph. He wasn't going to get away that easily. He still had his house keys.
His confidence increasing with the holy emblum in his grasp, Tony stepped towards the vampire and relished every moment as Angelus stepped back, apparently scared of the crucifix. Then, without warning, he stepped forward and batted the priest's arm away, knocking the cross from his hand. Instinctively looking to see where the cross had fallen, the man turned his head, giving the demon easy access to his neck. Seizing the holy man by the throat, Angelus pushed him back against the door of his house, fangs bared,
"Try that again, and I'll see to it that you don't reach the afterlife with your entrails intact, *Father*"
He emphasised the last word, his voice dripping with malice and contempt. Ignoring what his every fear was screaming at him, the man clenched his teeth and looked the monster right in the eye,
"You can have my entrails and my life, but you can never take my soul from me."
He watched as the creature's eyes narrowed and he appeared deep in thought. Then as though snapping out of a trance, is eyes suddenly widened and Angelus raised an eyebrow,
"Entrails, I'd take anyway - Dru likes me to save her the heart. Your life? Well, you'd die sooner or later so why not now? But your soul ... that's a completely different matter."
Tightening his grip on the mortal's throat, he began to drag him towards the cemetery,
"Y'see, death works in different ways." He kicked Tony's knees, knocking him off his feet and causing him to kick like a trapped child as he was dragged across the road.
"You can die of, say, old age ... or a disease. Completely natural causes. Then, you'll agree, your soul goes to where-ever. Purgatory, Heaven and , hey, if you're lucky, maybe you'll go to Hell. Great place, you really should take a day off - y'know, go see the sights." His tone was cheerful, almost friendly as he explained what happens to your soul after death,
"Then, you might be killed. Murder, for example. Still, your soul goes someplace." He laughed sofly as the holy man ceased kicking and attempted to free himself by clawing at Angelus' hand.
"Or, you could commit suicide - I don't recommend it, you'd lose your soul. Not a good idea for a man of your standards."
"Let me go!"
Angelus shook his head,
"Not that easy, I'm afraid ... anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, or..." He kicked open the door to the mausoleum and opened the gate to the Master's no longer abandoned lair, "Or, you could die like I did. Like *all* these kids did."
At that last remark his released the priest, helped him to his feet, and indicated the pack of vampires that was closing in on him. At a glance from their senior, they began to back off. Angelus wanted this one himself. Tony gazed, wide-eyed around hat the vampires, most of them killed in their late teens. He had lost all fear now, and looked at the vampire who had brought him here. He watched, almost fascinated as Angelus returned to his human form and smiled, almost benevolently.
"I've seen what you brought me to see. Now let me go."
"Uh ... let me think about that for a second .................. no."
"Why do you want me here?"
He shrugged,
"Why do I ever want a human near me? Food, general amusement ... new recruits etc etc etc."
"All three of those couldn't apply to me."
"No, I'd make a safe guess and go for the last one."
"Why make me a vampire? I have nothing to offer you. No skills in combat. I'm not a brave person."
"Shucks, I hadn't noticed."
"Then tell me. Why?"
Dropping the act, Angelus grabbed him by the dog-collar, and pulled him closer,
"Let's see, you said - and I quote, 'You can have my entrails and my life, but you can never take my soul from me.' Does that sound familiar?"
"Yes."
"Just want to prove a point. Y'see, when you become a vampire, it isn't you who gets the gift of eternal life. I'm not that generous. Your body is vacated and a new-born demon sets up camp in your hollow corpse. It has all your memories, but it isn't you. No compassion, no remorse, no humanities. Full. Stop. The end of your insignificant life. Your soul is destroyed, making way for a brand new baby vamp."
"Y - you can't do this to me."
"Watch me."
Pulling the human closer, he gave in to the bloodlust, his eyes shining golden and his fangs hovering a hair's breadth away from the man throat. He grinned wickedly and slowly sank his teeth into his latest victim, savouring the taste before he had to pull away. Withdrawing his fangs from Tony's neck, he sank them into his own wrist, tearing the flesh and giving way to the blood that poured out. Pressing it to the dying priest's lips, Angelus winced slightly as Tony latched on, his tongue lapping up the blood that ran freely into his mouth, giving him a new life to replace his old, fading one.
Revelling in the fact that he had just turned a priest, Angelus pulled his wrist away, and slowly lay his Childe down as his human eyes closed for the last time. The vampire looked down at his unconscious new-born then glanced around at the rest of his gathered coven. They were stunned. He had turned a holy man.
Relishing their astonishment, a sinister smile made its way across his lips as he whispered,
"Dulce et decorum est**"
