Disclaimer: Don't ever watch "Firefly". Oh...I mean not mine...and the song is "Leech" by Eve 6...it has
nothing to do with anything...I just like it.
Angelus gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. He stared at the floor, waiting for the next
blow. It didn't come. He listened intently for any indication she was still there. He lifted his head
slightly and heard the sound of the whip cracking a second before it collided with his skin. He could
feel his blood flow down his back.
Buffy trailed a finger across one of his gashes. She walked around to face him, sucking his blood
slowly off her finger. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
He cautiously looked up. "I'm sorry?"
She caressed his face and smiled. Her new mood changes shocked him. She reached for a small,
clear bottle of holy water. "Should I believe that?"
He looked at the bottle, then looked at her and smirked. "No," he braced himself for the pain.
"You always did like pain didn't you," she dragged a holy-water drenched nail across his chest. She
watched with a sense of satisfaction as his skin smoked. Leaning forward she liked the blood off the
shallow wound then bit into the burn and began drinking.
He gasped. God, how he hated himself at the moment. He almost wished it were Darla or Drusilla
in Buffy's place. He knew they couldn't get a reaction from him and they hated that.
She pulled back and he watched her tongue dart out to lick the blood from the corner of her
mouth. "What?"
He smirked and cocked his head, studying her.
"Have you forgot that you aren't in any position to stare?"
"No."
She unlocked the chains. He looked at her quizzically. "You took all the fun out of it."
*** ***
*~Tell those stories to me I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
You strike a smile in me
Your stories ring of perjury
Construed with self empowering theme~*
Buffy sighed and leaned against Angelus. "You betray me again and it'll be worse."
"Promise?" His smirk irritated her.
"That you'll be ash? Yep."
"Right then."
*~Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student
Turning things around your story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Turning things around You're turning things around.~*
****
The End....'til I make an alternative. Which I will.....soon.
nothing to do with anything...I just like it.
Angelus gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. He stared at the floor, waiting for the next
blow. It didn't come. He listened intently for any indication she was still there. He lifted his head
slightly and heard the sound of the whip cracking a second before it collided with his skin. He could
feel his blood flow down his back.
Buffy trailed a finger across one of his gashes. She walked around to face him, sucking his blood
slowly off her finger. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
He cautiously looked up. "I'm sorry?"
She caressed his face and smiled. Her new mood changes shocked him. She reached for a small,
clear bottle of holy water. "Should I believe that?"
He looked at the bottle, then looked at her and smirked. "No," he braced himself for the pain.
"You always did like pain didn't you," she dragged a holy-water drenched nail across his chest. She
watched with a sense of satisfaction as his skin smoked. Leaning forward she liked the blood off the
shallow wound then bit into the burn and began drinking.
He gasped. God, how he hated himself at the moment. He almost wished it were Darla or Drusilla
in Buffy's place. He knew they couldn't get a reaction from him and they hated that.
She pulled back and he watched her tongue dart out to lick the blood from the corner of her
mouth. "What?"
He smirked and cocked his head, studying her.
"Have you forgot that you aren't in any position to stare?"
"No."
She unlocked the chains. He looked at her quizzically. "You took all the fun out of it."
*** ***
*~Tell those stories to me I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen
Farfetched as they may be
You strike a smile in me
Your stories ring of perjury
Construed with self empowering theme~*
Buffy sighed and leaned against Angelus. "You betray me again and it'll be worse."
"Promise?" His smirk irritated her.
"That you'll be ash? Yep."
"Right then."
*~Suckin' on my brain your the teacher I'm the student
Turning things around your story's not congruent
Tabloid decoys pitiful excuses
Turning things around You're turning things around.~*
****
The End....'til I make an alternative. Which I will.....soon.
