A/N: Sorry it's been a looooong time. I've got a severe case of writer's
block. We'll see how long this takes to get onto print. I'm not real
inspired right now. It's been a rough time in my life, so.don't be
surprised if it reflects in my writings.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Buffy, except Miranda.
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Miranda stirred under Connor's lingering touch. She had drifted back asleep, and the sun was now setting. For one frantic moment she regretted everything she had done that day, she felt embarrassed and used and dirty. But as quickly as that feeling came, it faded. She felt nothing bad once she thought about it. She felt.indifferent. Mir had always been one to hold her sexuality sacred, but now it didn't matter so much. It didn't matter that she had given her virginity to a vampire. He had made he feel cherished and beautiful, like a goddess. The second his blood touched her lips, she felt desire. She felt a desire which had never been awakened before. It was like a twisted fairy tale. The beautiful queen finds her prince.wait. Prince? "Oh goddess"she cried, using a phrase her guardian Willow had passed on to her. "What?" Connor whispered, concerned. "It's you. Isn't it?! You're the king." she trailed off.
A look of surprise crossed his face. She didn't know? Hadn't the book taken the time to tell her? "Oh, Mir."he said, his cool hand trailing down her cheek. "It's not a bad thing, Connor.just.it's all too much!" she sobbed, tears tracking down her pale cheeks. He pulled her body into his, whispering into her how much he loved her. Suddenly, she pulled away.
"Love me? You love me?!" she yelled, her anger whipping like a wind through the small apartment. "Woah, Mir.calm down." He soothed. "No! I will not! What we have, what we have is animal at best! Is this love? Or is it destined lust?! I don't know what I feel for you!! I loved what we, well, what we were doing all day. And I know we're capable of love as vampires, but.it's so fast Connor!!" she shouted. Gold flecks flew in Connor's eyes as his anger grew.
"Miranda. You will have to accept these things as they are. If it is destined, written in the book, then it will happen. Maybe we shouldn't have made love so soon, but.believe me, we will be together for the rest of our unlife."
"You call it making love, I call it animal instinct! There was no love, no tenderness there! It was just mechanical! Everything's clockwork here and I HATE IT!!" she screamed.
He stepped back. Her anger was mind blowing. He could feel the still human guilt, frustration, confusion, humiliation and pain ripple off of her. Connor longed to kiss away her pain, but he feared if he moved even an inch closer to her, she would eviscerate him. "Mir." he whispered, stretching his arm towards her. "No! Stay there, I need to go.and to think about things." she said, grabbing her shirt off the floor. She hastily pulled it on, and groped for her pants in the darkness. She yanked them on, abandoning her lost undergarmets. "Mir, please!" he cried. She looked at him, tears making their way down her cheeks. She looked down, then ran. Connor's instincts told him to get her, to drag her back and show her her place as a fledgling, to punish her for exposing his feelings. Instead of doing anything he felt like doing, Connor sat on the bed and cried in lament.
Miranda stalked the streets, there was nowhere for her to go. She wanted to run to Angel, but she knew what he'd say. A couple of boys catcalled her, and she played along. She knew exactly what would calm her anger. "Hey baby, nice tits in that top honey!" the taller of the boys yelled. She smiled. "Hey, hottie!" the younger yelled. She walked towards them. "Hey boys" she purred, flaunting the fact she wasn't wearing a bra on this cold night. "Wanna have some fun, sweetie?" the tall one cooed, voice husky. "Sure fellas, first your little friend. He's kinda cute..." she trailed, grabbing his wrist. He turned and winked at his friend, his hand falling onto her butt. She took him to the nearest alley, where he threw himself on her groping and panting. She laughed, her fangs slipping down. She pierced the loser's neck and drained him, dropping him in a dumpster. The pleasure was immense. She shuddered with emotion, running her hands over herself. She felt a little better.
She sauntered back out. "Scared little boy couldn't handle it" she said to the elder boy. He grinned and put his arm around her. "Let's go back to my apartment, hottie" he growled. She nodded, and he led her a few blocks down. When they entered the room, the older fellow threw her down on his bed. He was strong. He yanked his shirt off and then kicked his shoes in the corner. The man was well built, probably about 22. He was trash, of course. No one would miss him. She let him slip his hands under her shirt, fondling her cool breasts. He shook with lust, and she took her chance to strike. She bit into his neck just as he bit into hers. They both recoiled. "Vampire?" the two hissed at once. This sent laughter through the elder, and he went back to kissing her. She let him, enjoying the free sexual abandonment being vampire gave her. She bit into the man's neck again, a groan of pleasure coming from his mouth. She tore her shirt off and then wiggled from her pants. He did the same, and they fell into a dark, hedonistic night of bloodplay.
"Thanks for the night, hottie" the elder vamp said, as he ushered her from his lair before dawn. She smiled, enjoying the throb between her thighs. His blood had been rich and powerful, filled with something dark and looming. He had played in the dark arts, she knew. She shrugged her shoulders and then ran for Angel's, no where else to go.
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She knocked on the door with all her might, and when Angel came to see who it was he was both pleased and angered by the look on his face. "Get in, minion." he said harshly. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in, throwing her to the floor. "It's time you learned what happens when you anger a Master, young one" he growled. "Ooh, I hope it involves S & M." she shot back, her demon growing stronger each kill. Angel's vampire face appeared, and he threw the girl into a wall. She cringed in pain, but met the attempt with laughter. "So be it." he said. "You have no sire. I accept you into my home, taking the duties of a sire for you. You will feel what it means to be made of me." he said. Angel lunged for her, and bit into her neck. She squalled in pain and surprise as he drained her deeply. She was at the dizzying point when he thrusted his wrist into her mouth. Her demon bit in and she took all her blood back, cycled through Angel. She felt strange, vulnerable. "I like it..." she hissed, and Angel backhanded her. "Talk when spoken to." he growled. She lowered her head. Angel hauled her to her feet. "Your first lesson as a childe." he said, ripping her clothes off. She stood naked and scared. He had hoped it would embarrass her, but it did nothing more than expose the two other bite marks she had on her body. "Who's fed from you?" he thundered. "Um...Connor, and another vamp I met casually..." she said, shaking with fear now. She expected a slap, but instead found herself being fondled by the master. "So you're a whore then?!" he yelled. Mir just shook. He jumped on her, throwing her hard onto the marble floor. "I'm sorry!" she screamed. "No, I don't think you are." he hissed. He forced a rough kiss from the girl nearly 300 years younger. She fought, but he was stronger. "And...you've fed from humans..." he said, licking his lips. She nodded. "Bad girl." he said, his hands roaming her body. She shuddered. He jumped to his feet, and yanked her with him. "You're not worthy of human blood." he said with disdain. "Go to your room. If I see you've left it, I'll take you for myself and stake all you've touched even if it is my whelp of a son or you're succubus friends." he said. Angel shoved her away, and she stumbled to her room, the tears flowing freely. She wasn't a big bad at all. She ran to the shower and threw herself into the scalding hot water. Did Mir have a place at all? Was the book right?? She sobbed as she scrubbed her pale dying flesh with intensity. So much filth...she was so unclean. Mir stepped out and tried to go to sleep, but her mind was on Connor.
A/N: Hope you liked it...it's a bit sexually charged...Reviews please...P.S- I know Angel wouldn't do that, but he was teaching her a lesson...so bear with me...he'll be all Angel-y again soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Buffy, except Miranda.
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Miranda stirred under Connor's lingering touch. She had drifted back asleep, and the sun was now setting. For one frantic moment she regretted everything she had done that day, she felt embarrassed and used and dirty. But as quickly as that feeling came, it faded. She felt nothing bad once she thought about it. She felt.indifferent. Mir had always been one to hold her sexuality sacred, but now it didn't matter so much. It didn't matter that she had given her virginity to a vampire. He had made he feel cherished and beautiful, like a goddess. The second his blood touched her lips, she felt desire. She felt a desire which had never been awakened before. It was like a twisted fairy tale. The beautiful queen finds her prince.wait. Prince? "Oh goddess"she cried, using a phrase her guardian Willow had passed on to her. "What?" Connor whispered, concerned. "It's you. Isn't it?! You're the king." she trailed off.
A look of surprise crossed his face. She didn't know? Hadn't the book taken the time to tell her? "Oh, Mir."he said, his cool hand trailing down her cheek. "It's not a bad thing, Connor.just.it's all too much!" she sobbed, tears tracking down her pale cheeks. He pulled her body into his, whispering into her how much he loved her. Suddenly, she pulled away.
"Love me? You love me?!" she yelled, her anger whipping like a wind through the small apartment. "Woah, Mir.calm down." He soothed. "No! I will not! What we have, what we have is animal at best! Is this love? Or is it destined lust?! I don't know what I feel for you!! I loved what we, well, what we were doing all day. And I know we're capable of love as vampires, but.it's so fast Connor!!" she shouted. Gold flecks flew in Connor's eyes as his anger grew.
"Miranda. You will have to accept these things as they are. If it is destined, written in the book, then it will happen. Maybe we shouldn't have made love so soon, but.believe me, we will be together for the rest of our unlife."
"You call it making love, I call it animal instinct! There was no love, no tenderness there! It was just mechanical! Everything's clockwork here and I HATE IT!!" she screamed.
He stepped back. Her anger was mind blowing. He could feel the still human guilt, frustration, confusion, humiliation and pain ripple off of her. Connor longed to kiss away her pain, but he feared if he moved even an inch closer to her, she would eviscerate him. "Mir." he whispered, stretching his arm towards her. "No! Stay there, I need to go.and to think about things." she said, grabbing her shirt off the floor. She hastily pulled it on, and groped for her pants in the darkness. She yanked them on, abandoning her lost undergarmets. "Mir, please!" he cried. She looked at him, tears making their way down her cheeks. She looked down, then ran. Connor's instincts told him to get her, to drag her back and show her her place as a fledgling, to punish her for exposing his feelings. Instead of doing anything he felt like doing, Connor sat on the bed and cried in lament.
Miranda stalked the streets, there was nowhere for her to go. She wanted to run to Angel, but she knew what he'd say. A couple of boys catcalled her, and she played along. She knew exactly what would calm her anger. "Hey baby, nice tits in that top honey!" the taller of the boys yelled. She smiled. "Hey, hottie!" the younger yelled. She walked towards them. "Hey boys" she purred, flaunting the fact she wasn't wearing a bra on this cold night. "Wanna have some fun, sweetie?" the tall one cooed, voice husky. "Sure fellas, first your little friend. He's kinda cute..." she trailed, grabbing his wrist. He turned and winked at his friend, his hand falling onto her butt. She took him to the nearest alley, where he threw himself on her groping and panting. She laughed, her fangs slipping down. She pierced the loser's neck and drained him, dropping him in a dumpster. The pleasure was immense. She shuddered with emotion, running her hands over herself. She felt a little better.
She sauntered back out. "Scared little boy couldn't handle it" she said to the elder boy. He grinned and put his arm around her. "Let's go back to my apartment, hottie" he growled. She nodded, and he led her a few blocks down. When they entered the room, the older fellow threw her down on his bed. He was strong. He yanked his shirt off and then kicked his shoes in the corner. The man was well built, probably about 22. He was trash, of course. No one would miss him. She let him slip his hands under her shirt, fondling her cool breasts. He shook with lust, and she took her chance to strike. She bit into his neck just as he bit into hers. They both recoiled. "Vampire?" the two hissed at once. This sent laughter through the elder, and he went back to kissing her. She let him, enjoying the free sexual abandonment being vampire gave her. She bit into the man's neck again, a groan of pleasure coming from his mouth. She tore her shirt off and then wiggled from her pants. He did the same, and they fell into a dark, hedonistic night of bloodplay.
"Thanks for the night, hottie" the elder vamp said, as he ushered her from his lair before dawn. She smiled, enjoying the throb between her thighs. His blood had been rich and powerful, filled with something dark and looming. He had played in the dark arts, she knew. She shrugged her shoulders and then ran for Angel's, no where else to go.
*****
She knocked on the door with all her might, and when Angel came to see who it was he was both pleased and angered by the look on his face. "Get in, minion." he said harshly. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in, throwing her to the floor. "It's time you learned what happens when you anger a Master, young one" he growled. "Ooh, I hope it involves S & M." she shot back, her demon growing stronger each kill. Angel's vampire face appeared, and he threw the girl into a wall. She cringed in pain, but met the attempt with laughter. "So be it." he said. "You have no sire. I accept you into my home, taking the duties of a sire for you. You will feel what it means to be made of me." he said. Angel lunged for her, and bit into her neck. She squalled in pain and surprise as he drained her deeply. She was at the dizzying point when he thrusted his wrist into her mouth. Her demon bit in and she took all her blood back, cycled through Angel. She felt strange, vulnerable. "I like it..." she hissed, and Angel backhanded her. "Talk when spoken to." he growled. She lowered her head. Angel hauled her to her feet. "Your first lesson as a childe." he said, ripping her clothes off. She stood naked and scared. He had hoped it would embarrass her, but it did nothing more than expose the two other bite marks she had on her body. "Who's fed from you?" he thundered. "Um...Connor, and another vamp I met casually..." she said, shaking with fear now. She expected a slap, but instead found herself being fondled by the master. "So you're a whore then?!" he yelled. Mir just shook. He jumped on her, throwing her hard onto the marble floor. "I'm sorry!" she screamed. "No, I don't think you are." he hissed. He forced a rough kiss from the girl nearly 300 years younger. She fought, but he was stronger. "And...you've fed from humans..." he said, licking his lips. She nodded. "Bad girl." he said, his hands roaming her body. She shuddered. He jumped to his feet, and yanked her with him. "You're not worthy of human blood." he said with disdain. "Go to your room. If I see you've left it, I'll take you for myself and stake all you've touched even if it is my whelp of a son or you're succubus friends." he said. Angel shoved her away, and she stumbled to her room, the tears flowing freely. She wasn't a big bad at all. She ran to the shower and threw herself into the scalding hot water. Did Mir have a place at all? Was the book right?? She sobbed as she scrubbed her pale dying flesh with intensity. So much filth...she was so unclean. Mir stepped out and tried to go to sleep, but her mind was on Connor.
A/N: Hope you liked it...it's a bit sexually charged...Reviews please...P.S- I know Angel wouldn't do that, but he was teaching her a lesson...so bear with me...he'll be all Angel-y again soon.
