Title: The past has it's furies.
Disclaimer: None of the original characters are mine.
Rating: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.hehehe(goofy laugh)
Feedback: Much appreciated. ever heard the more the merrier? Well it's true!
Summary: This is a little longer then the other one. I'd really appreciate some feedback so I'd know if it is liked or not. During this Angelus is saved by the three muses in "Offspring" and he is forced to do them a favor. This is also about how and what the tattoo on his back means.
ENJOY!
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December 21, 1799
Paris, France
In the distance he heard a scream. It was Darla, she was calling out to him. Angelus whirled around, he hadn't noticed the battle had turned sour on them. There were only five vampires left (including him and Darla) and the priests where taking over. He saw Darla, she pointed at something off to his right but by the time he turned around it was too late. He felt something hit him hard on the head. He fell and blacked out.
When he opened his eyes, there was smoke all around him. Fire blazed, and singed his clothes. His long hair burned and his feet were numb, he tried to get up but couldn't. He raised his head looking around the burning rubble that had fallen over him. Darla was standing in the distance watching him, her expression revealing nothing. She simply stared. He called out to her; she did not budge. Then raising a bloodied hand to her lips she kissed it, then bent over and blew it to him. Turning she ran out. Leaving him there to die. Angelus smiled thinking of all the things he would do to her when he'd survived this. He blacked out.
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December 22
When Angelus opened his eyes, he was sprawled naked on a wide bed. The bed was made of white satin and yellow lace. It was bright and cheerful. Darla would have loved it. For a Brief second Angelus wondered what had happened until his memory kicked into gear and smacked him in the face.
Angelus growled, he would teach Darla a lesson or two when he found her. Running off and leaving him to die like that.But then again, he would have done the same too. Angelus looked down at his body, and saw he was severely burned, if he had been human he would be dead. His skin was burned to a crisp. Literally. He was black like burnt bread and his skin was cracking and sore. He didn't dare move instead he said "Uh? Hello? Mister crispy is alive and thirsty!". He waited a couple of seconds then, before he actually saw anything he smelt it.
A sweet smell, an innocent and intoxicating smell. but behind the beautiful façade Angelus knew that whatever was giving off this sent was far from sweet or innocent. His demon instinct new too much about outter appearances. What you see or smell is not necessarily what you get.
Three girls came out from the shadows. They were all wearing white gowns, very simple gowns. It looked like they were wearing white cloth that stuck to their bodies like a second skin. Angelus looked each one up and down. They were beautiful creatures. And as they approached him, it seemed like they floated forward instead of walking. As if one by one they faded from one spot to another instead of actually moving their limbs for a bumpy transition.
Angelus could feel his nether-regions, despite their torched and pained state, begin to tingle in to a fully awake state. "Hello girls." he said politely "What CAN I DO YOU for?" The girls all smiled and laughed, hidding their mouths with a hand.
"And he offers." they said unanimously. Angelus frowned. They were waiting for him to offer to do them? That was weird. Well, he wasn't complaining but it was definitely not normal.
"Angelus. We can save you." Angelus stared at them perplexed. "Save me? Girls as you can see, I am already saved. I just need time to heal. I don't need to be saved." The girls laughed together, their movements and words synchronized "Oh but you are young and naïve.." Angelus continued to stare. He nowhere near young or naïve, they knew that! They weren't human, they knew what he was. He could see it in their eyes. He said nothing.
" You will heal, but you will be hideous. Your skin, will never be the same. Your body will remain deformed, simply holding the shadow of the beauty it once possessed.Can you live like that?" Angelus was speechless, as he watched them approach him. What was he supposed to say. He knew the answer to the question but did not want to admit it. He remained quiet. The girls, on the other hand, continued "We can help you!"
Angelus watched them, he looked at his skin, it was black as tar. They were probably right, he wouldn't be able to fully regenerate, no matter he was a vampire. Nodding he looked away "You can help me?" The girls had reached the foot of the bed. They smiled and nodded "You can make me as good as new?" Once again they nodded. Angelus looked away and sat up, his movements made his charred skin crack open, and he almost howled in pain. But that did not bother him. He had more important things in mind.
"What is the catch?" he asked.
The girls smiled " A catch, a catch. There is always a catch." Angelus rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah. Stop with the mystery I have no time. Well actually I do but that's besides the point. Just tell me what it is."
The girls looked at each other "You must kill Bekjoloze." Angelus watched them "I take it you don't like this Bekjoloze."
The girls, looked down and turning their heads sideways, as if to hide their faces they whispered together, in soft voices " The past has it's furies. The present has it's pains, the future is for it's holder's pleasure." . Though the girls continence remained perfect. Their fragile features relaxed and somewhat blank Angelus could smell the rage that ran through their veins. The strong, heavy sent that shuddered around them.
He chuckled "Why don't you do it yourselves." looking them up and down, for the second time, he added "I'm pretty sure you three are quite capable on your own.". The girls placed their light eyes on him, and they looked almost hypnotizing, he looked away just I case they were. "A spell, a spell, a spell. protects the demon. A spell that keeps safe from us. We cannot touch him. You can." Before Angelus could say anything more the girls stood up and formed a semicircle in front of him.
He watched them as they glided apart and placed their open palms to the sides of their faces facing outwards. Unanimously they began invoking, their voices low and haunting as it echoed and bounced off the pale yellow walls. All he heard was "Fluctuat nec merfitor" before the girls started speaking in tongues. He stiffened thinking they were cursing him. Soon, as his body began to tingle, he realized they weren't. His opened wounds began to close his skin began to lighten, until it was no longer burnt to a crisp, just simply burnt brown.
They stopped then and their heads which had been tilted back fell forward with a jolt. Looking up together they chimed "What has been given, can be taken away. Do as you are asked we will finish the job. Linger any longer we will take everything away.Everything!"
Angelus didn't like to be threatened. In fact he hated it, but right at that precise moment, his mind told him it would be wise, for his benefit, to comply. Standing up he accepted their 'offer' and responded "As soon as you give me me clothes, you can consider it done."
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December 23
The three girls had told him where to go to find Bekjoloze, they had also told him that he was a very powerful demon. But they also told him that, being the species of demon he was, he was completely powerless under a full moon. Therefore, the only thing Angelus had to really worry about would be getting him outside. The girls would be able to see him to a crystal ball (naturally, when Angelus heard the cliched mention of a crystal ball he could not resist rolling his eyes ). They'd conjure up a portal to hell and he'd just have to push him in and finito. He'll be done with it. Simple.
Angelus was now in a demon bar, sitting silently as his eyes moved over the diabolic crowd. He was looking for a short innocent child who was, in fact, neither short nor innocent. He was huge, ugly and evil being who fed both human and demon life energy. Something that paid about being a vampire was that he did not have life energy. Oh, yeah he had energy but it was far from being alive.
As his vampiric senses meandered about the bar he felt a very familiar presence about him. Smiling he looked down, then laughed out loud shaking his head. She was right behind him, lingering there just above him so close so that he could feel her body heat. She was warm, she had just fed.
Angelus turned around smiling at her. "Darla.What a pleasant surprise." Darla looked him up and down then in her usual silk voice she spoke "Oh, my darling boy. Look at you. Such a mess." She placed a white hand on his burnt cheek, then dragged it away. Her eyelids lowered "It was almost certain death. You escaped."
"No thanks to you!" Angelus huffed. Darla laughed "Angelus.Stop being a baby! It's not like you wouldn't have done the very same thing!" Angelus pouted slightly "I'm not saying that I wouldn't have. But that doesn't mean you are getting away with it Scott-free!" Darla laughed seductively "I wouldn't dream of it!" Then really looking at him seriously she asked, "How did you heal so fast! You should be scared for life.You should be dead."
Taking her arm and heading back to the room they had previously rented, Angelus filled her in on the new events that had come from their previous 'bloodscapades'. Upon their arrival in the rooms and Darla understanding that Angelus would eventually get his looks back, she lost all interest in his well being and started to undress.
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Darla lay limply on top of him, her head rested on his chest; Angelus had his hand on her lower back playing distractedly with the wound he had clawed there. Without moving Darla asked "Precious, have you ever read the Book Of Kells?" Angelus shrugged "Just passage, my father had given. " Then thinking about what she had just asked, he questioned "Why are we bloody well talking about this?" Darla laughed sweetly then, shooting her head up she looked at him in the eyes she asked in her most silky voice "I have." Angelus rolled his eyes. "Oh.Stop you are turning me on..." he muttered sarcastically. Darla smiled and looked away, he wondered what she was smiling at. He had expected her to be pissed.
Darla stretched over him, rubbing herself on him, Angelus growled. She giggled then straddling him she whispered "I'd love that book.So beautiful. The pictures." Taking hold of her waist he asked "Really? " His nether region had grown hard again and it strained forward in slight jolts waiting for Darla to let him enter. She refused, and though slightly tortured Angelus was enjoying it. Darla did not answer, instead she put her hands between her legs, and dipping a finger in the wetness there she rubbed it on the tip of Angelus' penis. He moaned and this time bucked up, intending to penetrate. She raised her hips, not allowing him the pleasure yet. "Beautiful peace of art. Full of bright pictures and false hope." Angelus let go her waist and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make them bruise, he did not answer. Darla continued "What parts of the books did you read?"; she moaned at the intensity of his action. Caressing his chest she whispered "Actually I don't care what part of the book you read. I have the book. " That caught his attention, what had she been up to in the one day of his absence. Angelus looked at her opening his mouth to tell her just how much he was not going back to Ireland to get a bloody religious book; but before he could speak she pushed down, her hand guiding him into her. He roared, his conscious self fading into a frenzy of bucking, roaring and biting.
After several hours of sexcapades, Darla rolled off him, she smiled caressing his face. "Precious." Angelus didn't answer. He closed his eyes, falling into a well needed and deep sleep. When he woke up, he found himself locked in her arms, her hands spread on his back "Would you like to see it?" She ran her hand down his sore, scratched chest then continued "It's quite interesting, you'd like it." Angelus' head shot up and he stared at her as if she had gone crazy.
Darla shrugged, got up and brought it to him anyway. Angelus tried to look anywhere but at the book, his eyes moving away, looking at the wood door,the ceiling, the window. He did not want to be reminded of his human years through a damn book. But then he saw it, he placed a large hand on Darla's small one. And stared down at the picture. Then he began speaking. Something his father had told him, that he had forgotten he even knew " the lion, symbol of royal dignity.the fusion of two natures.Not only is it used to symbolize the grandness, the greatness of Christ. But also used to paint the Devil. the solitary hermit. to symbolize watchfulness and fortitude." Looking in to Darla's eyes, with his hand on the picture of the lion he said "it suggests primordial chaos.fearsome and terrifying powers of nature.The evil and chaotic forces in the world.". Angelus laughed almost hysterically for awhile "He threatened me with this.Said if I was not careful I would fall from the back of the lion and become the evil that it may also represent."
"I want it."
Darla looked at him curiously then dismissed it, deciding that she didn't feel like going there right know. She did not feel like dealing with his 'I want it.' or 'I want her' she wrapped her body around him. Feeling him growing hard she asked "So how was your latest near death experience!' Angelus slapped her hard enough to make her lip slit and her nosebleed. Then grabbing her by the neck, he used a sharp nail to slash a deep cut in her stomach saying "Don't think I have forgotten about that"
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December 24
Angelus and Darla were walking towards the bar, looking for the small child that the girls had told Angelus about. Darla was with him this time hanging on his arm, they looked like a perfectly normal human couple. With Darla batting her eyes as she looked up at him, her cheeks pink and her lips red while her blond hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands loose and falling down over her the back of her neck.
They walked into the bar, then sitting at a table they proceeded to wait. It didn't take long this time. Soon enough a young boy, who looked not older then 10 walked into the bar. His big bleu eyes wide, his small mouth squeezed tight as his long blonde hair fell in ringlets about his face. Darla smiled, Angelus grabbed her hand licking his lips, his voiced hushed in a private sentence to Darla "Fronti nulla fides.". Darla laughed her angelic voice echoing through the bar as she spoke "Latin.No reliance can be place on appearance...how true."running her hand over his burnt features she spoke again "how true.". Angelus caught some malicious glances pass her way, looks filled with desire and need. She was his though, and no body else. He made sure to let them see that through his every stare.
But Darla had caught somebody else's eye. The child. His bleu eyes were locked on her, taking her in as if eating her. Darla smiled at him and waved. Angelus looked at her, jealousy and anger etched on his face. The child approached them, then paying absolutely no attention to Angelus, he took Darla by the hand. Angelus saw her flinch, the child was definitely not holding back on his grip.
Getting up and wasting no time he charged forward, Angelus grabbed the child by the neck. Using the element of surprise and his vampire strenght and momentum he through the child up and into chairs and tables. Demons fell to the floor, tumbling out of their seats. There were some curses and a few bad looks, but mostly there were cheers. To demons a fight was the best form of entertainment.
The boy was up before, Angelus could even see him make full contact with the floor. The child did not speak or make any effort to approach him. He simply stood and stared, then his eyes started gleaming red. Before Angelus could react, a jolt of dark energy zapped through him, sending him flying back and, after bouncing of the bar that was at least ten feet behind him, he fell face first into the floor. He groaned. Getting the demon outside was going to be more of a problem then he thought.
He clambered back to his feet. The child still feet away from him, to far for him to reach before getting zapped again. But he did not have to worry. Darla charged, and blind sighted him. Attacking him by surprise once more and making him stumble a few feet back. As the child was trying to recover from the fall he punched upwards, connecting with Darla's jaw. With his vampiric hearing, Angelus heard the crack that followed the contact. Darla fell back, blood spilling from her closed mouth. Angelus did not waist time.
He rushed forward sending a combo of kicks and punches that did absolutely no harm to the demon. Angelus did not care, all he wanted was to get the demon out. Darla was getting to her feet. Staring at him and the child. Angelus could barely defend himself. The demon was fast and strong. Even in this miniature body that the demon used he was still able enough to beat Angelus.Possibly even kill him.
Darla had taken several steps back, she began looking around the bar, as if searching for something. Angelus had lived with her for 72 years. He was well capable to tell when she was up to something. He made no comment. Leaving her to do her bidding, he concentrated on deflecting the blows that the child rained up on him. His bones aching painfully with every intercepted onslaught.
Angelus heard loud banging explode in front him, there were loud cries of rage echoing from within the bar, and weeping yelps of fear seeping in from the outside humans. Angelus wanted to look up at what Darla was doing, but he didn't dare. A moment's distraction could kill him. None the less the child was winning.
Pushing Angelus back further and further. Suddenly the child grew, he changed from being short and child looking to tall, green and scary. The transformation took place with a whole lot of bone cracking and ligament ripping sounds. All of which was music to Angelus' ear.
The pleasure was short lived. The demon punched him and sent him flying. He fell on his back, giving him a chance to look up as a thundering explosion filled his ears. He saw what Darla had done. She had somehow managed to use liquor and some form of fire to ignite and blow a whole through the ceiling. Angelus didn't need to take the demon to the moonlight, Darla had brought the moonlight to them.
The demon was stunned at the sound for a second. His body halting in movement. Angelus saw his chance, he propelled forward. Using enough force to send the demon flying back into the moonlight. Then he silent as the demon fell to his knees, screams of pain filling Angelus' ears, his body tensed. Desire pounding through him. The smell of pain, the wonderful smell of pain.
A portal opened beneath the demon, the three girls had cast there spell like they had promised, the demon fell in.Never to be heard of again.
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December 25 Christmas (obviously)
Angelus stood as he watched the girls walk a slow circle around him as they muttered and whispered their healing spell about him. Angelus felt his skin tingle, actually felt it change from dark and rough to pale and smooth. He was back to normal again.
After the spell was cast the girls continued to walk a circle around him "We saw you with her. With Darla. How she likes inside." Angelus did not answer.He wanted something else from them. They knew he wanted it. They wanted it too.
The girls stopped their circling and began walking to him. He wanted them. Darla was nowhere around. What she didn't know couldn't hurt him. He was going to go for it. But something else he wanted crossed his mind. The picture. The Lion. The griffin. he wanted it. But how could he-
The girls laughed as they ran their hands on his skin, they repeated what they had said to him before "The past has it's furies. The present has it's pains, the future is for it's holder's pleasure." Angelus did not fully understand what they meant, until the girl standing behind him raised her hand and he saw a tattoo there. A tattoo of the flying lion griffin holding the letter "A". Angelus smiled, he knew it was real.
Without a second thought, and knowing what the girls wanted Angelus pulled each one down about him. Stripping them bare, leaving them wide for the taking. It was a wild night.
When he finally got into Darla's the rented room, she smelt them on him. In her jealous fury, she ripped at his clothes, and scratched his renewed skin. Bruising him and beating him. But when he had enough he brought it to an end. Sending, his own showers of blows onto Darla. Before the dove into a long night and day of rampant love making Darla saw the new tattoo his back, carressing it she said "Ironic-and sort of fitting-isn't it. That you should be announced on the birth of Christ."
Angelus did not listen. he really couldn't hear. He just wanted to smell pain that he knew Darla would feel.
Disclaimer: None of the original characters are mine.
Rating: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.hehehe(goofy laugh)
Feedback: Much appreciated. ever heard the more the merrier? Well it's true!
Summary: This is a little longer then the other one. I'd really appreciate some feedback so I'd know if it is liked or not. During this Angelus is saved by the three muses in "Offspring" and he is forced to do them a favor. This is also about how and what the tattoo on his back means.
ENJOY!
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December 21, 1799
Paris, France
In the distance he heard a scream. It was Darla, she was calling out to him. Angelus whirled around, he hadn't noticed the battle had turned sour on them. There were only five vampires left (including him and Darla) and the priests where taking over. He saw Darla, she pointed at something off to his right but by the time he turned around it was too late. He felt something hit him hard on the head. He fell and blacked out.
When he opened his eyes, there was smoke all around him. Fire blazed, and singed his clothes. His long hair burned and his feet were numb, he tried to get up but couldn't. He raised his head looking around the burning rubble that had fallen over him. Darla was standing in the distance watching him, her expression revealing nothing. She simply stared. He called out to her; she did not budge. Then raising a bloodied hand to her lips she kissed it, then bent over and blew it to him. Turning she ran out. Leaving him there to die. Angelus smiled thinking of all the things he would do to her when he'd survived this. He blacked out.
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December 22
When Angelus opened his eyes, he was sprawled naked on a wide bed. The bed was made of white satin and yellow lace. It was bright and cheerful. Darla would have loved it. For a Brief second Angelus wondered what had happened until his memory kicked into gear and smacked him in the face.
Angelus growled, he would teach Darla a lesson or two when he found her. Running off and leaving him to die like that.But then again, he would have done the same too. Angelus looked down at his body, and saw he was severely burned, if he had been human he would be dead. His skin was burned to a crisp. Literally. He was black like burnt bread and his skin was cracking and sore. He didn't dare move instead he said "Uh? Hello? Mister crispy is alive and thirsty!". He waited a couple of seconds then, before he actually saw anything he smelt it.
A sweet smell, an innocent and intoxicating smell. but behind the beautiful façade Angelus knew that whatever was giving off this sent was far from sweet or innocent. His demon instinct new too much about outter appearances. What you see or smell is not necessarily what you get.
Three girls came out from the shadows. They were all wearing white gowns, very simple gowns. It looked like they were wearing white cloth that stuck to their bodies like a second skin. Angelus looked each one up and down. They were beautiful creatures. And as they approached him, it seemed like they floated forward instead of walking. As if one by one they faded from one spot to another instead of actually moving their limbs for a bumpy transition.
Angelus could feel his nether-regions, despite their torched and pained state, begin to tingle in to a fully awake state. "Hello girls." he said politely "What CAN I DO YOU for?" The girls all smiled and laughed, hidding their mouths with a hand.
"And he offers." they said unanimously. Angelus frowned. They were waiting for him to offer to do them? That was weird. Well, he wasn't complaining but it was definitely not normal.
"Angelus. We can save you." Angelus stared at them perplexed. "Save me? Girls as you can see, I am already saved. I just need time to heal. I don't need to be saved." The girls laughed together, their movements and words synchronized "Oh but you are young and naïve.." Angelus continued to stare. He nowhere near young or naïve, they knew that! They weren't human, they knew what he was. He could see it in their eyes. He said nothing.
" You will heal, but you will be hideous. Your skin, will never be the same. Your body will remain deformed, simply holding the shadow of the beauty it once possessed.Can you live like that?" Angelus was speechless, as he watched them approach him. What was he supposed to say. He knew the answer to the question but did not want to admit it. He remained quiet. The girls, on the other hand, continued "We can help you!"
Angelus watched them, he looked at his skin, it was black as tar. They were probably right, he wouldn't be able to fully regenerate, no matter he was a vampire. Nodding he looked away "You can help me?" The girls had reached the foot of the bed. They smiled and nodded "You can make me as good as new?" Once again they nodded. Angelus looked away and sat up, his movements made his charred skin crack open, and he almost howled in pain. But that did not bother him. He had more important things in mind.
"What is the catch?" he asked.
The girls smiled " A catch, a catch. There is always a catch." Angelus rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah. Stop with the mystery I have no time. Well actually I do but that's besides the point. Just tell me what it is."
The girls looked at each other "You must kill Bekjoloze." Angelus watched them "I take it you don't like this Bekjoloze."
The girls, looked down and turning their heads sideways, as if to hide their faces they whispered together, in soft voices " The past has it's furies. The present has it's pains, the future is for it's holder's pleasure." . Though the girls continence remained perfect. Their fragile features relaxed and somewhat blank Angelus could smell the rage that ran through their veins. The strong, heavy sent that shuddered around them.
He chuckled "Why don't you do it yourselves." looking them up and down, for the second time, he added "I'm pretty sure you three are quite capable on your own.". The girls placed their light eyes on him, and they looked almost hypnotizing, he looked away just I case they were. "A spell, a spell, a spell. protects the demon. A spell that keeps safe from us. We cannot touch him. You can." Before Angelus could say anything more the girls stood up and formed a semicircle in front of him.
He watched them as they glided apart and placed their open palms to the sides of their faces facing outwards. Unanimously they began invoking, their voices low and haunting as it echoed and bounced off the pale yellow walls. All he heard was "Fluctuat nec merfitor" before the girls started speaking in tongues. He stiffened thinking they were cursing him. Soon, as his body began to tingle, he realized they weren't. His opened wounds began to close his skin began to lighten, until it was no longer burnt to a crisp, just simply burnt brown.
They stopped then and their heads which had been tilted back fell forward with a jolt. Looking up together they chimed "What has been given, can be taken away. Do as you are asked we will finish the job. Linger any longer we will take everything away.Everything!"
Angelus didn't like to be threatened. In fact he hated it, but right at that precise moment, his mind told him it would be wise, for his benefit, to comply. Standing up he accepted their 'offer' and responded "As soon as you give me me clothes, you can consider it done."
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December 23
The three girls had told him where to go to find Bekjoloze, they had also told him that he was a very powerful demon. But they also told him that, being the species of demon he was, he was completely powerless under a full moon. Therefore, the only thing Angelus had to really worry about would be getting him outside. The girls would be able to see him to a crystal ball (naturally, when Angelus heard the cliched mention of a crystal ball he could not resist rolling his eyes ). They'd conjure up a portal to hell and he'd just have to push him in and finito. He'll be done with it. Simple.
Angelus was now in a demon bar, sitting silently as his eyes moved over the diabolic crowd. He was looking for a short innocent child who was, in fact, neither short nor innocent. He was huge, ugly and evil being who fed both human and demon life energy. Something that paid about being a vampire was that he did not have life energy. Oh, yeah he had energy but it was far from being alive.
As his vampiric senses meandered about the bar he felt a very familiar presence about him. Smiling he looked down, then laughed out loud shaking his head. She was right behind him, lingering there just above him so close so that he could feel her body heat. She was warm, she had just fed.
Angelus turned around smiling at her. "Darla.What a pleasant surprise." Darla looked him up and down then in her usual silk voice she spoke "Oh, my darling boy. Look at you. Such a mess." She placed a white hand on his burnt cheek, then dragged it away. Her eyelids lowered "It was almost certain death. You escaped."
"No thanks to you!" Angelus huffed. Darla laughed "Angelus.Stop being a baby! It's not like you wouldn't have done the very same thing!" Angelus pouted slightly "I'm not saying that I wouldn't have. But that doesn't mean you are getting away with it Scott-free!" Darla laughed seductively "I wouldn't dream of it!" Then really looking at him seriously she asked, "How did you heal so fast! You should be scared for life.You should be dead."
Taking her arm and heading back to the room they had previously rented, Angelus filled her in on the new events that had come from their previous 'bloodscapades'. Upon their arrival in the rooms and Darla understanding that Angelus would eventually get his looks back, she lost all interest in his well being and started to undress.
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Darla lay limply on top of him, her head rested on his chest; Angelus had his hand on her lower back playing distractedly with the wound he had clawed there. Without moving Darla asked "Precious, have you ever read the Book Of Kells?" Angelus shrugged "Just passage, my father had given. " Then thinking about what she had just asked, he questioned "Why are we bloody well talking about this?" Darla laughed sweetly then, shooting her head up she looked at him in the eyes she asked in her most silky voice "I have." Angelus rolled his eyes. "Oh.Stop you are turning me on..." he muttered sarcastically. Darla smiled and looked away, he wondered what she was smiling at. He had expected her to be pissed.
Darla stretched over him, rubbing herself on him, Angelus growled. She giggled then straddling him she whispered "I'd love that book.So beautiful. The pictures." Taking hold of her waist he asked "Really? " His nether region had grown hard again and it strained forward in slight jolts waiting for Darla to let him enter. She refused, and though slightly tortured Angelus was enjoying it. Darla did not answer, instead she put her hands between her legs, and dipping a finger in the wetness there she rubbed it on the tip of Angelus' penis. He moaned and this time bucked up, intending to penetrate. She raised her hips, not allowing him the pleasure yet. "Beautiful peace of art. Full of bright pictures and false hope." Angelus let go her waist and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make them bruise, he did not answer. Darla continued "What parts of the books did you read?"; she moaned at the intensity of his action. Caressing his chest she whispered "Actually I don't care what part of the book you read. I have the book. " That caught his attention, what had she been up to in the one day of his absence. Angelus looked at her opening his mouth to tell her just how much he was not going back to Ireland to get a bloody religious book; but before he could speak she pushed down, her hand guiding him into her. He roared, his conscious self fading into a frenzy of bucking, roaring and biting.
After several hours of sexcapades, Darla rolled off him, she smiled caressing his face. "Precious." Angelus didn't answer. He closed his eyes, falling into a well needed and deep sleep. When he woke up, he found himself locked in her arms, her hands spread on his back "Would you like to see it?" She ran her hand down his sore, scratched chest then continued "It's quite interesting, you'd like it." Angelus' head shot up and he stared at her as if she had gone crazy.
Darla shrugged, got up and brought it to him anyway. Angelus tried to look anywhere but at the book, his eyes moving away, looking at the wood door,the ceiling, the window. He did not want to be reminded of his human years through a damn book. But then he saw it, he placed a large hand on Darla's small one. And stared down at the picture. Then he began speaking. Something his father had told him, that he had forgotten he even knew " the lion, symbol of royal dignity.the fusion of two natures.Not only is it used to symbolize the grandness, the greatness of Christ. But also used to paint the Devil. the solitary hermit. to symbolize watchfulness and fortitude." Looking in to Darla's eyes, with his hand on the picture of the lion he said "it suggests primordial chaos.fearsome and terrifying powers of nature.The evil and chaotic forces in the world.". Angelus laughed almost hysterically for awhile "He threatened me with this.Said if I was not careful I would fall from the back of the lion and become the evil that it may also represent."
"I want it."
Darla looked at him curiously then dismissed it, deciding that she didn't feel like going there right know. She did not feel like dealing with his 'I want it.' or 'I want her' she wrapped her body around him. Feeling him growing hard she asked "So how was your latest near death experience!' Angelus slapped her hard enough to make her lip slit and her nosebleed. Then grabbing her by the neck, he used a sharp nail to slash a deep cut in her stomach saying "Don't think I have forgotten about that"
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December 24
Angelus and Darla were walking towards the bar, looking for the small child that the girls had told Angelus about. Darla was with him this time hanging on his arm, they looked like a perfectly normal human couple. With Darla batting her eyes as she looked up at him, her cheeks pink and her lips red while her blond hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands loose and falling down over her the back of her neck.
They walked into the bar, then sitting at a table they proceeded to wait. It didn't take long this time. Soon enough a young boy, who looked not older then 10 walked into the bar. His big bleu eyes wide, his small mouth squeezed tight as his long blonde hair fell in ringlets about his face. Darla smiled, Angelus grabbed her hand licking his lips, his voiced hushed in a private sentence to Darla "Fronti nulla fides.". Darla laughed her angelic voice echoing through the bar as she spoke "Latin.No reliance can be place on appearance...how true."running her hand over his burnt features she spoke again "how true.". Angelus caught some malicious glances pass her way, looks filled with desire and need. She was his though, and no body else. He made sure to let them see that through his every stare.
But Darla had caught somebody else's eye. The child. His bleu eyes were locked on her, taking her in as if eating her. Darla smiled at him and waved. Angelus looked at her, jealousy and anger etched on his face. The child approached them, then paying absolutely no attention to Angelus, he took Darla by the hand. Angelus saw her flinch, the child was definitely not holding back on his grip.
Getting up and wasting no time he charged forward, Angelus grabbed the child by the neck. Using the element of surprise and his vampire strenght and momentum he through the child up and into chairs and tables. Demons fell to the floor, tumbling out of their seats. There were some curses and a few bad looks, but mostly there were cheers. To demons a fight was the best form of entertainment.
The boy was up before, Angelus could even see him make full contact with the floor. The child did not speak or make any effort to approach him. He simply stood and stared, then his eyes started gleaming red. Before Angelus could react, a jolt of dark energy zapped through him, sending him flying back and, after bouncing of the bar that was at least ten feet behind him, he fell face first into the floor. He groaned. Getting the demon outside was going to be more of a problem then he thought.
He clambered back to his feet. The child still feet away from him, to far for him to reach before getting zapped again. But he did not have to worry. Darla charged, and blind sighted him. Attacking him by surprise once more and making him stumble a few feet back. As the child was trying to recover from the fall he punched upwards, connecting with Darla's jaw. With his vampiric hearing, Angelus heard the crack that followed the contact. Darla fell back, blood spilling from her closed mouth. Angelus did not waist time.
He rushed forward sending a combo of kicks and punches that did absolutely no harm to the demon. Angelus did not care, all he wanted was to get the demon out. Darla was getting to her feet. Staring at him and the child. Angelus could barely defend himself. The demon was fast and strong. Even in this miniature body that the demon used he was still able enough to beat Angelus.Possibly even kill him.
Darla had taken several steps back, she began looking around the bar, as if searching for something. Angelus had lived with her for 72 years. He was well capable to tell when she was up to something. He made no comment. Leaving her to do her bidding, he concentrated on deflecting the blows that the child rained up on him. His bones aching painfully with every intercepted onslaught.
Angelus heard loud banging explode in front him, there were loud cries of rage echoing from within the bar, and weeping yelps of fear seeping in from the outside humans. Angelus wanted to look up at what Darla was doing, but he didn't dare. A moment's distraction could kill him. None the less the child was winning.
Pushing Angelus back further and further. Suddenly the child grew, he changed from being short and child looking to tall, green and scary. The transformation took place with a whole lot of bone cracking and ligament ripping sounds. All of which was music to Angelus' ear.
The pleasure was short lived. The demon punched him and sent him flying. He fell on his back, giving him a chance to look up as a thundering explosion filled his ears. He saw what Darla had done. She had somehow managed to use liquor and some form of fire to ignite and blow a whole through the ceiling. Angelus didn't need to take the demon to the moonlight, Darla had brought the moonlight to them.
The demon was stunned at the sound for a second. His body halting in movement. Angelus saw his chance, he propelled forward. Using enough force to send the demon flying back into the moonlight. Then he silent as the demon fell to his knees, screams of pain filling Angelus' ears, his body tensed. Desire pounding through him. The smell of pain, the wonderful smell of pain.
A portal opened beneath the demon, the three girls had cast there spell like they had promised, the demon fell in.Never to be heard of again.
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December 25 Christmas (obviously)
Angelus stood as he watched the girls walk a slow circle around him as they muttered and whispered their healing spell about him. Angelus felt his skin tingle, actually felt it change from dark and rough to pale and smooth. He was back to normal again.
After the spell was cast the girls continued to walk a circle around him "We saw you with her. With Darla. How she likes inside." Angelus did not answer.He wanted something else from them. They knew he wanted it. They wanted it too.
The girls stopped their circling and began walking to him. He wanted them. Darla was nowhere around. What she didn't know couldn't hurt him. He was going to go for it. But something else he wanted crossed his mind. The picture. The Lion. The griffin. he wanted it. But how could he-
The girls laughed as they ran their hands on his skin, they repeated what they had said to him before "The past has it's furies. The present has it's pains, the future is for it's holder's pleasure." Angelus did not fully understand what they meant, until the girl standing behind him raised her hand and he saw a tattoo there. A tattoo of the flying lion griffin holding the letter "A". Angelus smiled, he knew it was real.
Without a second thought, and knowing what the girls wanted Angelus pulled each one down about him. Stripping them bare, leaving them wide for the taking. It was a wild night.
When he finally got into Darla's the rented room, she smelt them on him. In her jealous fury, she ripped at his clothes, and scratched his renewed skin. Bruising him and beating him. But when he had enough he brought it to an end. Sending, his own showers of blows onto Darla. Before the dove into a long night and day of rampant love making Darla saw the new tattoo his back, carressing it she said "Ironic-and sort of fitting-isn't it. That you should be announced on the birth of Christ."
Angelus did not listen. he really couldn't hear. He just wanted to smell pain that he knew Darla would feel.