Okay here's chapter 3. I hope you like it.
Angelus looked at the houses from inside the car. After he had 'taken care' of Wesley, he had picked up Faith's corpse and taken her with him. He couldn't wait until she woke up. Then they could have some real fun. There was a car parked outside. He easily brook it open and hotwired it. He laid Faith down carefully in the backseat. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow night. Until then, she was just a lifeless body.
He'd found a nice hotel. There was a couple that had checked in there recently. They had already paid for a two week stay and they had asked not to be bothered. The only one who had meet them and talked to them was a young man who worked there. Which was to deliver the food they ordered. He killed the couple and snuck Faith in easily enough, and lay her down on to the center of the richly made bed.
He pulled his jacket off and threw it onto a nearby chair. He sat down at the edge of the bed next to Faith. He gently brushed away some of the hair that had fallen onto her face. God she looked beautiful. Faith was perfect for him. He knew that. She had been the furthest thing from his mind when he had gotten rid of that fucking soul. But realizing she was out made him think about her more. Made him remember. She had been perfect for him..... always. Even when soul boy was in charge. That darkness inside her drove him wild. He wanted a taste of it; a taste of her was more like it. He'd watched her. Her darkness was a perfect match for him. Better even then Darla. He would raise her up right. To be the perfect predator. He had enough experience in that department. He'd known a lot of vampires in his life. He knew what made them strong, what made them weak. And the vampires he knew had been some of the best.
Darla, his maker. The creator of Angelus. She had been hoping to find another idiot to join the master but had gotten him instead. They never loved each other but they had had there fun. She taught him everything, guided him. Well, until he surpassed even her and gained control. Darla always thought herself superior then everyone around her, she was cocky with lead to there arguments which after of course she run home to her 'master' before coming back to him. Plus she abandoned him when ever things got ruff. She wouldn't even hide the fact that she was only saving her own skin. They had no complete trust in each other.
Penn his first childe. Knowing him in the recent years he found that he had turned into a horrible disappointment to him, as he had to his real father. But what could he expect? He had taught him the basics then ran on back to Darla. He didn't teach him that fire, that passion that went along with the blood lust. Think that a new born knew the exact details of its new life. His first mistake teaching a new vampire.
Drusilla. One of his favorite creations. One that he could be proud of. She tortured, she was tortured. She had hardly a flaw by there standards, maybe a little absent minded but he supposed that was mostly his fault, with the driving her out of her mind and all. There were some major faults though. She attracted too much attention to herself and didn't care about what would happen. She had gotten in trouble a few times for it. She almost got herself killed on most of those occasions.
William. Where to begin. He was arrogant, self-centered, and worst of all emotional, about everything! Worst of all recently he had actually fallen in love with a slayer! And behaving like her lapdog. He was ashamed to admit that he was his grandsire. True he had been with the same damn slayer but that was under special circumstances.
There were series of others. He'd not only seen their mistakes, he had also learned from them. Taught himself not to do the same. He turned his thoughts back to Faith. He starred down at her beautiful face and body. It would be hours before she woke up, he didn't think he could wait till then.
What was it about her? She woke something in him he knew that. Why? Because she would be his perfect mate. He ran the back of his hand down her cheek slowly enjoying the feel of her skin. The sun was up. It wad easy for him to be hurt. And with Faith in her current condition she wouldn't be able to help. Had he covered his tracks well enough?
He thought so. How would any of Angel's little friends find them here? And his soul was safely locked up. In the possession of that annoying voice. He hated it. Listening to that bastard having to do what he said.
He find away to get away from him soon enough. His thoughts turned back to Angel's friends. They needed to be taken care of. Perfect opportunity to teach Faith the art of torture. Though how much he could he didn't know. She did a hell of a job on Wesley that one time.
He lay down and put an arm over and held her close. He needed his sleep. He put his head next to hers and closed his eyes.
Angelus opened his eyes. The sun had set. Faith would be awake soon. He got up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. In a few minuets he heard noises coming from the other room. Had she woken up? He quickly dried off and got dressed and opened the door. Faith sat on the bed arms wrapped around herself and shivering. She looked beautiful. Like a fallen goddess never before seen on earth. There was a man walking toward her with a slight look of lust that put him on edge and made a shiver of unfamiliar protectiveness run through him.
"I'm cold." She said looking at him and slowly running her hands up and down her arms as if trying to get warm. She looked so helpless. He knew she was just the opposite, now more then ever.
He brought his attention back to her as she grabbed him, changed her face and sank her new fangs into his neck. She drank at him dry then threw him aside. She looked over at him and their eyes meet. Angelus gave out a smile.
Angelus looked at the houses from inside the car. After he had 'taken care' of Wesley, he had picked up Faith's corpse and taken her with him. He couldn't wait until she woke up. Then they could have some real fun. There was a car parked outside. He easily brook it open and hotwired it. He laid Faith down carefully in the backseat. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow night. Until then, she was just a lifeless body.
He'd found a nice hotel. There was a couple that had checked in there recently. They had already paid for a two week stay and they had asked not to be bothered. The only one who had meet them and talked to them was a young man who worked there. Which was to deliver the food they ordered. He killed the couple and snuck Faith in easily enough, and lay her down on to the center of the richly made bed.
He pulled his jacket off and threw it onto a nearby chair. He sat down at the edge of the bed next to Faith. He gently brushed away some of the hair that had fallen onto her face. God she looked beautiful. Faith was perfect for him. He knew that. She had been the furthest thing from his mind when he had gotten rid of that fucking soul. But realizing she was out made him think about her more. Made him remember. She had been perfect for him..... always. Even when soul boy was in charge. That darkness inside her drove him wild. He wanted a taste of it; a taste of her was more like it. He'd watched her. Her darkness was a perfect match for him. Better even then Darla. He would raise her up right. To be the perfect predator. He had enough experience in that department. He'd known a lot of vampires in his life. He knew what made them strong, what made them weak. And the vampires he knew had been some of the best.
Darla, his maker. The creator of Angelus. She had been hoping to find another idiot to join the master but had gotten him instead. They never loved each other but they had had there fun. She taught him everything, guided him. Well, until he surpassed even her and gained control. Darla always thought herself superior then everyone around her, she was cocky with lead to there arguments which after of course she run home to her 'master' before coming back to him. Plus she abandoned him when ever things got ruff. She wouldn't even hide the fact that she was only saving her own skin. They had no complete trust in each other.
Penn his first childe. Knowing him in the recent years he found that he had turned into a horrible disappointment to him, as he had to his real father. But what could he expect? He had taught him the basics then ran on back to Darla. He didn't teach him that fire, that passion that went along with the blood lust. Think that a new born knew the exact details of its new life. His first mistake teaching a new vampire.
Drusilla. One of his favorite creations. One that he could be proud of. She tortured, she was tortured. She had hardly a flaw by there standards, maybe a little absent minded but he supposed that was mostly his fault, with the driving her out of her mind and all. There were some major faults though. She attracted too much attention to herself and didn't care about what would happen. She had gotten in trouble a few times for it. She almost got herself killed on most of those occasions.
William. Where to begin. He was arrogant, self-centered, and worst of all emotional, about everything! Worst of all recently he had actually fallen in love with a slayer! And behaving like her lapdog. He was ashamed to admit that he was his grandsire. True he had been with the same damn slayer but that was under special circumstances.
There were series of others. He'd not only seen their mistakes, he had also learned from them. Taught himself not to do the same. He turned his thoughts back to Faith. He starred down at her beautiful face and body. It would be hours before she woke up, he didn't think he could wait till then.
What was it about her? She woke something in him he knew that. Why? Because she would be his perfect mate. He ran the back of his hand down her cheek slowly enjoying the feel of her skin. The sun was up. It wad easy for him to be hurt. And with Faith in her current condition she wouldn't be able to help. Had he covered his tracks well enough?
He thought so. How would any of Angel's little friends find them here? And his soul was safely locked up. In the possession of that annoying voice. He hated it. Listening to that bastard having to do what he said.
He find away to get away from him soon enough. His thoughts turned back to Angel's friends. They needed to be taken care of. Perfect opportunity to teach Faith the art of torture. Though how much he could he didn't know. She did a hell of a job on Wesley that one time.
He lay down and put an arm over and held her close. He needed his sleep. He put his head next to hers and closed his eyes.
Angelus opened his eyes. The sun had set. Faith would be awake soon. He got up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. In a few minuets he heard noises coming from the other room. Had she woken up? He quickly dried off and got dressed and opened the door. Faith sat on the bed arms wrapped around herself and shivering. She looked beautiful. Like a fallen goddess never before seen on earth. There was a man walking toward her with a slight look of lust that put him on edge and made a shiver of unfamiliar protectiveness run through him.
"I'm cold." She said looking at him and slowly running her hands up and down her arms as if trying to get warm. She looked so helpless. He knew she was just the opposite, now more then ever.
He brought his attention back to her as she grabbed him, changed her face and sank her new fangs into his neck. She drank at him dry then threw him aside. She looked over at him and their eyes meet. Angelus gave out a smile.