Title: Chains
Author: Malana
Disclaimer: I own neither TWW or AtS
Rating: R
Character: Angelus
Pairing: Well...just read it.
Warning: DARK
Feedback: Please. Malana@mac.com
Angelus liked chains.
He liked the look of them. The way the steel glinted in the light. The symmetry of them. The ever repeating pattern of connected links.
He liked the feel of them. The coolness. The weight. The strength.
He liked sound of them. The soft ringing when they were set down gently. The heavy thud when they hit something with force.
He liked the smell of them. He liked the taste.
Angelus may be evil, but he still appreciated beauty. And in his eyes, chains when one of the most beautiful things in the world.
Especially when they were used tie up a certain pretty young woman.
Angel had fallen in love again. Different than Buffy, different than Cordelia. But still, it was love. Then there had been a fight with a R'skva demon. A spell had been cast, and Angelus had been freed.
Of course he went after her. He always went after the ones that the soul had loved. Physical torture was fun. But when there was an added emotional torture, it could be amazing.
It was an art. A lot of people didn't realize that. Even people who did, wouldn't want to admit it. But Angelus wasn't bogged down by things like ethics. He embraced his art. He saw it as a gift.
Even the instruments were beautiful. Chains, knifes, swords, whips, fire. Everything had its own special quality.
Angelus looked over the tray that held his tools. He smiled softly as he ran his hands over them all, before picking up a particularly ornate, and very sharp knife.
He heard a groan and looked up. Smiling at the girl who hung before him in chains. Walking over to her, he gently stroked her face, before planting a kiss on her lips. He wiped away her tears, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her fear.
"All right, Donna. Let's get started."