Title: Ad vivum
Disclaimer: None of the original characters are mine. The slayer is though
Rating: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Feedback: I'd really appreciate feedback for this one! I'm trying something new and I'd like to know what you guys think. PLEASE & THANK YOU! (I said thanx already so you have to review (
Summary: Only Angelus is actually in this one. For once in his life Angelus is merciful. Well actually, it all depends on your definition of mercy.
PS. I'm sorry for any stupid mistakes. Please understand that I was up from 1 AM to 5:30 AM writing this. Have mercy! PLEASE!
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The wind sent a black shill down Angelus' spine. It was cold, but not colder then he was, for a second, as he watched the slayer in the rain. He wondered how she could bare it. How she could bare the frigid rainwater that trickled down her bare skin. But in the end, he knew it really, and simply did not matter. In the end, she would die.
He kept his distance, as he watched her from behind the branches of the rich forest trees. He felt his body, livelier then ever. Constantly craving the insatiable need for blood. He felt it as if it were gurgling in his lungs. Smelt it in his nose, felt it in his throat and it overcame him with so much power that he thought he would drown in it. His limbs began to shake. he needed to feast.
The slayer remained in the woods, washing the blood of her paled skin. She was a peculiar one this slayer. She lived among the dead, surrounded herself with every type of demon possible as if to convince herself that she was one of them. As if to make herself believe that she actually belonged to the dark. But this was far from true; she belonged to the dark as much as he, Angelus, belonged to the light. Yet she did not belong to the light. She could not belong to the light. She was truly out of place. In a world of black and white, she was colored gray.
Angelus licked his lips. Thinking of the fine taste, her blood would rumble through his veins. How beautifully and easily his teeth could sink into the lustful streets of violet blood that ran through her like a thousand children playing in water. His whole body reacted. Jolts of need and excitement screaming through his every tendon. But he held himself back. He wanted to decide what he was going to do. Wanted to plan it out carefully, like he always did, to get the best out of his prey's suffering.
This slayer was different than any other slayer that he had met or that he had even come to hear of. She had a desperate need to fit in, like every other slayer, but her need was more desperate. Her need was more. 'Biting'. It was more demanding. Unlike other slayers who had come to be excepted by family or friends. This slayer did not. She had never had friends, and the little family she had cared not about her. She had always been alone and now, in her slayer days. She remained that way; desperately searching for acceptation in every demon she crossed. Impetuously demanding similarities between herself and the demons she hunted.
Yet what made her and her demon's alike, was always what kept them apart. In the world of the living, it was what made her so special and yet kept the tears flowing. It was what kept life going. It was death. She looked for death, as surely as she breathed. She wanted it as surely as he wanted her blood.
So as he watched the raging rainwater fall over her and wash any trace of blood of her pale skin. As he watched her long blond hair begin to mat and cover her head, shoulders and back; he made his decision.
Breathing in the humid and wet air, watching her naked body shimmer wetly, he understood why she had made it her calling to savagely seek him out and destroy him. He had done her no personal harm, had not even occupied himself with her existence. But she searched him out anyway; previously he did not get it, but know the answer stood before him, like an eager bride on her wedding day. He nodded and stepped out of the shadows drenched in rain, wondering for a brief moment if she knew what he knew. He doubted she did, that would the vile beauty.
She did not turn around, in the midst of all the muttering rain her slightly enhanced hearing did not pick up his movements. He grinned maliciously as his eyes ran over her naked, voluptuous body and two words came to his mind; two words which he spoke with such care, such seeming compassion that it could have fooled even Darla.
"Ad vivum."
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She heard something this time, though the words were not clear they were enough to make her whirl around. In one swift movement she bent down, picked up a stake which she had previously allowed to splatter into the muddied ground, then stood at her full height. Her bare breasts sticking out in pride. When she saw who faced her she blinked in shock. She had not been expecting him.
Her eyes became wide, licking her lips she spat: "YOU!" Angelus simply laughed: "Yes, ME! What of it?!" Her mouth worked as if she had something to say; yet nothing came out "Whom exactly were you expecting? The Angel Gabriel?" he continued, she said nothing "You know, slayer, you have been a royal pain in my ass for quite awhile know. Congratulations! But I can't help but be a curious kitty. What, EXACTLY, have I done to you to piss you off?"
The slayer's eyes narrowed, her pupils contracting, her mouth pulling back in an ugly, contorted sneer. Angelus half expected her to morph into vampiric features right there, nothing of the sort happened. Instead she answered "You two are evil! You and that bitch of yours! You don't deserve to live!" Angelus burst out laughing: "I'm not going to argue with that! But let me correct it for you. It's not that we don't deserve to live. It's just that we'd much rather stay undead! Being able to live of the living is just so much more fun!"
The slayer's eyes became alive with fire "You immoral beast!" Angelus squinted and leaned forward, putting his right hand behind his right ear mockingly as if to say 'What did you just say?' He said, "Did you just call me an immortal beast?" Angelus looked at himself as if examining his skin "What am I THAT see-through?"
The slayer crinkled up her nose, Angelus breathed in the smell of the rain. Running his hand through his wet hair, he stared at the stake in her hand "Are you going to use that?" He asked, the slayer nodded "Just as soon as you make your move, I'll make mine."
Angelus smiled "Aaaahhhhh! Well that's a relief. Cause I don't think I want to fight you." The slayer's eyebrows shot up, shock clear on her face. Disbelief soon crawled in. "Yeah! You ARE joking. Right?" Angelus laughed "No actually I'm not." The slayer was obviously still confused, and Angelus could see a secret emotion fill her features. He smiled at her and murmured well beneath his breath "Ad vivum!" She scowled, she did not hear what he had said "What did you just say!!"
"All in good time Darlin'. All'n' good time. First I have a story to tell you!"
The slayer looked at him, her frown still taking over her face. Angelus walked to her and gently passed his hand over her crinkled forehead saying, "Don't do that. You humans wrinkle easily. Last thing I want you to do, is make yourself old before your time!" The slayer was speechless. She could not believe what was happening. Seeing his opportunity he took the stake from her hand and threw it far back over her shoulder.
He looked at her and whispered in a honeyed voice: "Now, hunny bunny, for that story! It's really short so listen up Ok!" Clearing his throat he walked away from her slightly
"Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a prosperous family who lived within a prosperous city. But one day, this prosperous city was beaten by a plague. Many died. So many died, and as the plentiful city died so did the family. They lessened and lessened until all that remained was a husband and wife. The last survivors."
Stopping he looked at her questioned innocently "Does this sound familiar to you?" When the slayer did not answer but instead got paler then she already was in the face, Angelus continued:
"Anyway, so this father, over years and years of politely 'making love' to his wife, decided he wanted a little more spunk in his sex life.So one night, while his stupid oblivious wife slept he crawled out and went looking for some 'slapdash' fun. And boy did he find it! A lovely blond lady, with beautiful gray eyes, lusciously curved body.Looking much like you actually." Angelus added quite frankly.
He was enjoying himself; he could see the pain already obvious in the slayer's eyes. She could see them water, and could see the obvious restraint she tried to hold on them, by her tense body. Her voice was hoarse and just above a whisper "Ho-" she stuttered "How d-do you know these things?"
Angelus grimaced "Magicians don't give away their secrets Little Girl. You know that!' The slayer shook her head vigorously "Bu-". Angelus shook a finger at her "Ah, Ah you are interrupting!" Much to his utter disbelief and mad glory she actually apologized. It was beneath her breath, but it was there. He laughed; restraining it before it got hysterical and continued.
"Upon major fuckings of this beautifully whore you were, not so miraculously might I add, born! And given that your mother was, and I apologize for repeating myself, a Whore" he dragged the word out, as if it were stuck to his tongue and could not make it release him "You were a nobody. While your mother was alive, your father did not mention you to anybody, but as your mother was, and I apologize once more, A WHORE, she ended up dying of some HORRID disease!" While he had spoke he had stress the syllable 'horr' in 'horrid' to make the word sound like 'whore-id'.
He had been watching the slayer and she was truly in pain, the smell soaked her and he could almost swear that the sent dripped of her with the rain and sank into the very floor. He was smiling. She was not.
"When she died. Being the utterly moral man that your father was. He took you in and took care of you. If throwing you in the nearest barn house can be considered taking care. From then on you were given enough education to fit a sewer rat."
Angelus watched the slayer, pain and anguish cascaded down her now; as her face looked at the ground. She was ashamed of her past, pained by her past. He knew it, she knew it. But the present was even much more fun. So he decided to cut the rest shorter the previously planned.
" Your stepmother loved you, as her kids loved you. the same way your fathers loved you. They loved you as fire loves water, which is" he couldn't help but rub it in "in case you didn't know. Not at all!"
The slayer flinched; all of it was true. All of it. The slayer knew what was coming next; she wanted to plead for him to be quiet. She wanted to threaten him, 'be quiet or else' but though her limbs were powerful her heart was weak. Her heart was fading.
Angelus continued "None of them accepted you. So you decided to try something new." With a wicked grin Angelus approached her again. Looking at her closed eyes and and her tight mouth, he grabbed one of her breasts. Feeling her body stiffen in plain desire. He let his other hand slip to her virgina. Slipping three fingers inside her, feeling her wetness cover them he whispered in her ear "You decided to follow in your mother's footsteps. Decided to become a WHORE" once more articulating the words with so much care and precision, drawing it out so it never ended. "But even they, the lowest of the low, would not accept you. You were the daughter of a middle class and a whore! A bastard child! No mercy for you! Not ever!"
All the while he continued to massage her breast and stroke her inside, making a gasp escape her lips at the same time, in the rain, a single teardrop fell from her an eye. She loved the pleasure and cursed herself for it "A whore now." he continued, another silent tear dropped.
Pulling back he continued "But that was not all. You were finally saved. A man came to you and told you what you were. What you had become, he snatched you from your world of abominable world and into another. You thought you had found your release, but soon discovered you had not."
The slayer was still close to him, now pressing her body against his freely. He said, "You were reborn to a world in which the only beings you felt close to, you had to kill." The tears freely flowed down her cheeks now. She made no sound. And in the cackling, mocking rain, Angelus did not care. He only cared that he had got her. That she was pressing her body against his; she had placed her head against his chest, right above his unbeating lust-filled heart. The poor girl had surrendered to him before they even met. He knew it, she did not. But in the end that did not matter.
He removed his hand from her breast just long enough to pat her hair. The he returned it there. Continuing his slow massaging, for the first time in his vampire years, making sure not to cause pain. "Every single demon you have ever killed, you have loved. You have loved them because you have never had anything else. You have never had anybody, or anything that would devote their time and attention to you and to you alone. And these demons spent night after night, thinking of you. Thinking of your precious blood. Thinking of the many ways to make you bleed. In there own demonic way. In OUR own demonic way, we love you. And you love the hell out of us for it. Don't you?!" With his last words, he rammed his finger into her, making her drop her knees slightly so she could feel the full pressure of his hand on her clit and inside her. But when she did not answer Angelus slammed his fingers into her again repeating the question, she cried out in pleasure while she screamed the answer "Yessssssssss! Yes!"
"But that's far from the end. There is guilt inside you. Guilt in the thought that you feel such love for inhuman beasts. For, as you put it, immoral beasts such as myself. And you don't want to fit into our world. You want to fit in with the humans don't you?" The slayer nodded as she rocked herself on his fingers. Angelus nodded in return running his hand up and down her buttocks, grabbing them firmly, raising them and watching them fall and jiggle as they did so. He was terribly hard, but at the sight of the way her flesh moved combined with her hard, bared nipples rubbing against his chest, it was almost unbearable. "You know that will never happen. When you were 'normal' they did not accept you. And know that you bring the one thing that every human abhors, now that you bring death, even though it is for The Great ManKind, you know they will never accept you for who you are. So you began searching for release. Release to the one place that everyone is accepted. That no one is considered different. And you knew that I could take you there. Didn't you?"
Again he rammed his fingers into her, she did not nod. And when he rammed his fingers into her again, demanding a response she screamed "I- I.Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh! Yes, I knew. I knew!"
Angelus pulled back from her despite her desperate cry of protestation, smoothing her hair back and wiping the tears from her eyes he asked, "Do you know now what you want from me?" The slayer's eyes moved back and forth. He could almost see the wheels in her head turning. Finally, she nodded and looked him in the eye "Yes" she said, "I want you to kill me."
Angelus laughed out clapping his hands he beamed "Bravo! Bravo." Then looking down and looking back up into her misty gray eyes he approached her and leaned close to her neck, he opened his mouth as if to bite her. But instead she felt his tongue lick her vein as he kissed her neck. Then pulling back he said "Ad vivum". This time she heard him perfectly. Her face was horror filled.
She felt her insides tighten for her need . her need - her need to die! - And there he was, Angelus. The great scourge of Europe turning his back and walking away. The Latin words sank into her mind almost smothering her.
As Angelus walked away he hollered at her "Sometimes the best punishment is not death. But life!" With that he continued his fast pace as he walked away from her. She was too shocked and profoundly shocked to move. So she just stood there as Angelus walked away his maniacal laughter following and echoing in the trees mocking her.
"Ad vivum! Advivum! Advivum! Advivum!" It seemed to say. Closing her eyes and sinking to the floor, she began rocking back and forth to the chant that seemed to surround her as the meaning of the Latin words thundered in her head:
"To the life!"
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Angelus walked into his and Darla's newly acquired apartment. The bodies of its previous owners were still lying fresh and bloodied on the floor. Angelus was horny. That slayer would have been a good fuck. But it was too late for that. She would surely try to kill him if she saw him again. The sight of him would probably knock some sense into her. He did not want that he wanted her to return as mad as a hatter.
So he entered the bedroom of the old house, where he knew he would find Darla. She was asleep, dried blood dripping down the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, he undressed, walked to her and straddled her, his naked penis only inches from her mouth. Before she could wake he slid his fingers into her mouth, opened it wide and thrust himself inside her.
She gagged then her many years of prostitution kicking in, she grabbed his waist as he bucked furiously into her. His balls hitting her chin and causing him slight pain which her adored. Her mouth began to bruise; he could see he bleu black marks. The as her reached his peak and bucked even harder, her lips began to split and bleed. But he did not care. He bucked and bucked and bucked 'til his dead cum spilled into her mouth. The without looking at her. He lay beside her closed his eyes and whispered "Ad vivum".
He slept.
Darla stared at him for awhile, then licking her bloodied and battered lips; she kissed his tattooed back. Before encircling her arms around him and drifting off.
Her lips would be healed by when they wake up anyway.
Disclaimer: None of the original characters are mine. The slayer is though
Rating: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Feedback: I'd really appreciate feedback for this one! I'm trying something new and I'd like to know what you guys think. PLEASE & THANK YOU! (I said thanx already so you have to review (
Summary: Only Angelus is actually in this one. For once in his life Angelus is merciful. Well actually, it all depends on your definition of mercy.
PS. I'm sorry for any stupid mistakes. Please understand that I was up from 1 AM to 5:30 AM writing this. Have mercy! PLEASE!
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The wind sent a black shill down Angelus' spine. It was cold, but not colder then he was, for a second, as he watched the slayer in the rain. He wondered how she could bare it. How she could bare the frigid rainwater that trickled down her bare skin. But in the end, he knew it really, and simply did not matter. In the end, she would die.
He kept his distance, as he watched her from behind the branches of the rich forest trees. He felt his body, livelier then ever. Constantly craving the insatiable need for blood. He felt it as if it were gurgling in his lungs. Smelt it in his nose, felt it in his throat and it overcame him with so much power that he thought he would drown in it. His limbs began to shake. he needed to feast.
The slayer remained in the woods, washing the blood of her paled skin. She was a peculiar one this slayer. She lived among the dead, surrounded herself with every type of demon possible as if to convince herself that she was one of them. As if to make herself believe that she actually belonged to the dark. But this was far from true; she belonged to the dark as much as he, Angelus, belonged to the light. Yet she did not belong to the light. She could not belong to the light. She was truly out of place. In a world of black and white, she was colored gray.
Angelus licked his lips. Thinking of the fine taste, her blood would rumble through his veins. How beautifully and easily his teeth could sink into the lustful streets of violet blood that ran through her like a thousand children playing in water. His whole body reacted. Jolts of need and excitement screaming through his every tendon. But he held himself back. He wanted to decide what he was going to do. Wanted to plan it out carefully, like he always did, to get the best out of his prey's suffering.
This slayer was different than any other slayer that he had met or that he had even come to hear of. She had a desperate need to fit in, like every other slayer, but her need was more desperate. Her need was more. 'Biting'. It was more demanding. Unlike other slayers who had come to be excepted by family or friends. This slayer did not. She had never had friends, and the little family she had cared not about her. She had always been alone and now, in her slayer days. She remained that way; desperately searching for acceptation in every demon she crossed. Impetuously demanding similarities between herself and the demons she hunted.
Yet what made her and her demon's alike, was always what kept them apart. In the world of the living, it was what made her so special and yet kept the tears flowing. It was what kept life going. It was death. She looked for death, as surely as she breathed. She wanted it as surely as he wanted her blood.
So as he watched the raging rainwater fall over her and wash any trace of blood of her pale skin. As he watched her long blond hair begin to mat and cover her head, shoulders and back; he made his decision.
Breathing in the humid and wet air, watching her naked body shimmer wetly, he understood why she had made it her calling to savagely seek him out and destroy him. He had done her no personal harm, had not even occupied himself with her existence. But she searched him out anyway; previously he did not get it, but know the answer stood before him, like an eager bride on her wedding day. He nodded and stepped out of the shadows drenched in rain, wondering for a brief moment if she knew what he knew. He doubted she did, that would the vile beauty.
She did not turn around, in the midst of all the muttering rain her slightly enhanced hearing did not pick up his movements. He grinned maliciously as his eyes ran over her naked, voluptuous body and two words came to his mind; two words which he spoke with such care, such seeming compassion that it could have fooled even Darla.
"Ad vivum."
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She heard something this time, though the words were not clear they were enough to make her whirl around. In one swift movement she bent down, picked up a stake which she had previously allowed to splatter into the muddied ground, then stood at her full height. Her bare breasts sticking out in pride. When she saw who faced her she blinked in shock. She had not been expecting him.
Her eyes became wide, licking her lips she spat: "YOU!" Angelus simply laughed: "Yes, ME! What of it?!" Her mouth worked as if she had something to say; yet nothing came out "Whom exactly were you expecting? The Angel Gabriel?" he continued, she said nothing "You know, slayer, you have been a royal pain in my ass for quite awhile know. Congratulations! But I can't help but be a curious kitty. What, EXACTLY, have I done to you to piss you off?"
The slayer's eyes narrowed, her pupils contracting, her mouth pulling back in an ugly, contorted sneer. Angelus half expected her to morph into vampiric features right there, nothing of the sort happened. Instead she answered "You two are evil! You and that bitch of yours! You don't deserve to live!" Angelus burst out laughing: "I'm not going to argue with that! But let me correct it for you. It's not that we don't deserve to live. It's just that we'd much rather stay undead! Being able to live of the living is just so much more fun!"
The slayer's eyes became alive with fire "You immoral beast!" Angelus squinted and leaned forward, putting his right hand behind his right ear mockingly as if to say 'What did you just say?' He said, "Did you just call me an immortal beast?" Angelus looked at himself as if examining his skin "What am I THAT see-through?"
The slayer crinkled up her nose, Angelus breathed in the smell of the rain. Running his hand through his wet hair, he stared at the stake in her hand "Are you going to use that?" He asked, the slayer nodded "Just as soon as you make your move, I'll make mine."
Angelus smiled "Aaaahhhhh! Well that's a relief. Cause I don't think I want to fight you." The slayer's eyebrows shot up, shock clear on her face. Disbelief soon crawled in. "Yeah! You ARE joking. Right?" Angelus laughed "No actually I'm not." The slayer was obviously still confused, and Angelus could see a secret emotion fill her features. He smiled at her and murmured well beneath his breath "Ad vivum!" She scowled, she did not hear what he had said "What did you just say!!"
"All in good time Darlin'. All'n' good time. First I have a story to tell you!"
The slayer looked at him, her frown still taking over her face. Angelus walked to her and gently passed his hand over her crinkled forehead saying, "Don't do that. You humans wrinkle easily. Last thing I want you to do, is make yourself old before your time!" The slayer was speechless. She could not believe what was happening. Seeing his opportunity he took the stake from her hand and threw it far back over her shoulder.
He looked at her and whispered in a honeyed voice: "Now, hunny bunny, for that story! It's really short so listen up Ok!" Clearing his throat he walked away from her slightly
"Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a prosperous family who lived within a prosperous city. But one day, this prosperous city was beaten by a plague. Many died. So many died, and as the plentiful city died so did the family. They lessened and lessened until all that remained was a husband and wife. The last survivors."
Stopping he looked at her questioned innocently "Does this sound familiar to you?" When the slayer did not answer but instead got paler then she already was in the face, Angelus continued:
"Anyway, so this father, over years and years of politely 'making love' to his wife, decided he wanted a little more spunk in his sex life.So one night, while his stupid oblivious wife slept he crawled out and went looking for some 'slapdash' fun. And boy did he find it! A lovely blond lady, with beautiful gray eyes, lusciously curved body.Looking much like you actually." Angelus added quite frankly.
He was enjoying himself; he could see the pain already obvious in the slayer's eyes. She could see them water, and could see the obvious restraint she tried to hold on them, by her tense body. Her voice was hoarse and just above a whisper "Ho-" she stuttered "How d-do you know these things?"
Angelus grimaced "Magicians don't give away their secrets Little Girl. You know that!' The slayer shook her head vigorously "Bu-". Angelus shook a finger at her "Ah, Ah you are interrupting!" Much to his utter disbelief and mad glory she actually apologized. It was beneath her breath, but it was there. He laughed; restraining it before it got hysterical and continued.
"Upon major fuckings of this beautifully whore you were, not so miraculously might I add, born! And given that your mother was, and I apologize for repeating myself, a Whore" he dragged the word out, as if it were stuck to his tongue and could not make it release him "You were a nobody. While your mother was alive, your father did not mention you to anybody, but as your mother was, and I apologize once more, A WHORE, she ended up dying of some HORRID disease!" While he had spoke he had stress the syllable 'horr' in 'horrid' to make the word sound like 'whore-id'.
He had been watching the slayer and she was truly in pain, the smell soaked her and he could almost swear that the sent dripped of her with the rain and sank into the very floor. He was smiling. She was not.
"When she died. Being the utterly moral man that your father was. He took you in and took care of you. If throwing you in the nearest barn house can be considered taking care. From then on you were given enough education to fit a sewer rat."
Angelus watched the slayer, pain and anguish cascaded down her now; as her face looked at the ground. She was ashamed of her past, pained by her past. He knew it, she knew it. But the present was even much more fun. So he decided to cut the rest shorter the previously planned.
" Your stepmother loved you, as her kids loved you. the same way your fathers loved you. They loved you as fire loves water, which is" he couldn't help but rub it in "in case you didn't know. Not at all!"
The slayer flinched; all of it was true. All of it. The slayer knew what was coming next; she wanted to plead for him to be quiet. She wanted to threaten him, 'be quiet or else' but though her limbs were powerful her heart was weak. Her heart was fading.
Angelus continued "None of them accepted you. So you decided to try something new." With a wicked grin Angelus approached her again. Looking at her closed eyes and and her tight mouth, he grabbed one of her breasts. Feeling her body stiffen in plain desire. He let his other hand slip to her virgina. Slipping three fingers inside her, feeling her wetness cover them he whispered in her ear "You decided to follow in your mother's footsteps. Decided to become a WHORE" once more articulating the words with so much care and precision, drawing it out so it never ended. "But even they, the lowest of the low, would not accept you. You were the daughter of a middle class and a whore! A bastard child! No mercy for you! Not ever!"
All the while he continued to massage her breast and stroke her inside, making a gasp escape her lips at the same time, in the rain, a single teardrop fell from her an eye. She loved the pleasure and cursed herself for it "A whore now." he continued, another silent tear dropped.
Pulling back he continued "But that was not all. You were finally saved. A man came to you and told you what you were. What you had become, he snatched you from your world of abominable world and into another. You thought you had found your release, but soon discovered you had not."
The slayer was still close to him, now pressing her body against his freely. He said, "You were reborn to a world in which the only beings you felt close to, you had to kill." The tears freely flowed down her cheeks now. She made no sound. And in the cackling, mocking rain, Angelus did not care. He only cared that he had got her. That she was pressing her body against his; she had placed her head against his chest, right above his unbeating lust-filled heart. The poor girl had surrendered to him before they even met. He knew it, she did not. But in the end that did not matter.
He removed his hand from her breast just long enough to pat her hair. The he returned it there. Continuing his slow massaging, for the first time in his vampire years, making sure not to cause pain. "Every single demon you have ever killed, you have loved. You have loved them because you have never had anything else. You have never had anybody, or anything that would devote their time and attention to you and to you alone. And these demons spent night after night, thinking of you. Thinking of your precious blood. Thinking of the many ways to make you bleed. In there own demonic way. In OUR own demonic way, we love you. And you love the hell out of us for it. Don't you?!" With his last words, he rammed his finger into her, making her drop her knees slightly so she could feel the full pressure of his hand on her clit and inside her. But when she did not answer Angelus slammed his fingers into her again repeating the question, she cried out in pleasure while she screamed the answer "Yessssssssss! Yes!"
"But that's far from the end. There is guilt inside you. Guilt in the thought that you feel such love for inhuman beasts. For, as you put it, immoral beasts such as myself. And you don't want to fit into our world. You want to fit in with the humans don't you?" The slayer nodded as she rocked herself on his fingers. Angelus nodded in return running his hand up and down her buttocks, grabbing them firmly, raising them and watching them fall and jiggle as they did so. He was terribly hard, but at the sight of the way her flesh moved combined with her hard, bared nipples rubbing against his chest, it was almost unbearable. "You know that will never happen. When you were 'normal' they did not accept you. And know that you bring the one thing that every human abhors, now that you bring death, even though it is for The Great ManKind, you know they will never accept you for who you are. So you began searching for release. Release to the one place that everyone is accepted. That no one is considered different. And you knew that I could take you there. Didn't you?"
Again he rammed his fingers into her, she did not nod. And when he rammed his fingers into her again, demanding a response she screamed "I- I.Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh! Yes, I knew. I knew!"
Angelus pulled back from her despite her desperate cry of protestation, smoothing her hair back and wiping the tears from her eyes he asked, "Do you know now what you want from me?" The slayer's eyes moved back and forth. He could almost see the wheels in her head turning. Finally, she nodded and looked him in the eye "Yes" she said, "I want you to kill me."
Angelus laughed out clapping his hands he beamed "Bravo! Bravo." Then looking down and looking back up into her misty gray eyes he approached her and leaned close to her neck, he opened his mouth as if to bite her. But instead she felt his tongue lick her vein as he kissed her neck. Then pulling back he said "Ad vivum". This time she heard him perfectly. Her face was horror filled.
She felt her insides tighten for her need . her need - her need to die! - And there he was, Angelus. The great scourge of Europe turning his back and walking away. The Latin words sank into her mind almost smothering her.
As Angelus walked away he hollered at her "Sometimes the best punishment is not death. But life!" With that he continued his fast pace as he walked away from her. She was too shocked and profoundly shocked to move. So she just stood there as Angelus walked away his maniacal laughter following and echoing in the trees mocking her.
"Ad vivum! Advivum! Advivum! Advivum!" It seemed to say. Closing her eyes and sinking to the floor, she began rocking back and forth to the chant that seemed to surround her as the meaning of the Latin words thundered in her head:
"To the life!"
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Angelus walked into his and Darla's newly acquired apartment. The bodies of its previous owners were still lying fresh and bloodied on the floor. Angelus was horny. That slayer would have been a good fuck. But it was too late for that. She would surely try to kill him if she saw him again. The sight of him would probably knock some sense into her. He did not want that he wanted her to return as mad as a hatter.
So he entered the bedroom of the old house, where he knew he would find Darla. She was asleep, dried blood dripping down the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, he undressed, walked to her and straddled her, his naked penis only inches from her mouth. Before she could wake he slid his fingers into her mouth, opened it wide and thrust himself inside her.
She gagged then her many years of prostitution kicking in, she grabbed his waist as he bucked furiously into her. His balls hitting her chin and causing him slight pain which her adored. Her mouth began to bruise; he could see he bleu black marks. The as her reached his peak and bucked even harder, her lips began to split and bleed. But he did not care. He bucked and bucked and bucked 'til his dead cum spilled into her mouth. The without looking at her. He lay beside her closed his eyes and whispered "Ad vivum".
He slept.
Darla stared at him for awhile, then licking her bloodied and battered lips; she kissed his tattooed back. Before encircling her arms around him and drifting off.
Her lips would be healed by when they wake up anyway.