A/N: Sorry it took so long, this was one of those chapters I had to force myself out of the couch to write due to lack of inspiration, it rambles for a bit. Hopefully it's still good.
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The wood doors of the study swung open revealing Angelus in all his glory with his casual Armani suit and sunglasses.
"Hey Buff" he cockily smiled.
He wasted no time in strolling across the room over to the loveseat where Mrs. Wilkins and Faith sat. With each step he made sure he made his presence was known in the room, paying no attention to the angry glare Buffy was shooting in his direction.
"Well who's this beautiful creature?" Angelus walked up to Faith tilting his sunglasses indiscreetly to check out the raven haired, making his motions clear to everyone in the room. Faith giggled stupidly at the sudden attention from the handsome stallion in front of her.
"And her even more beautiful sister" his gaze shifted over to Mrs. Wilkins whose reaction, unlike her daughter's, was void of amusement.
Buffy rolled her eyes. The situation to befriend Faith was already a brutally nauseating task as it was. Adding her stepbrother into the mix was just making it more the worst.
"Angelus" Buffy spoke up in a sickeningly pleasant voice, interrupting her stepbrother's disgusting flirtation, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
Buffy made sure to give him a sharp look at the end of her query to give stress to her point.
He turned around letting her piercing stare ricochet off him, unaffected, which only brought forth more annoyance from the blonde. He looked at her and just grinned, "Actually no I'm free all afternoon"
'Well then we should be going" Mrs. Wilkins said standing up.
Faith didn't appear to have been listening to her mother's words, as she remained seated in a trance, seemingly engrossed in staring at the clothed chest of Angelus.
"Faith!"
At the sound of her mother's voice she was startled back to reality. She got up hesitantly, never peeling her shy eyes away from Angelus once.
"It was lovely to meet you, Buffy" Mrs. Wilkins roughly took the hand of Faith like a child's, dragging her away resembling an unyielding child who needed to be dragged away from the toy store window , "We must do this again sometime when we won't be so rudely interrupted". She made sure to send a pointed glare off to Angelus at the last word. He shifted his eyes to side pretending not to notice.
"The pleasure was all mine" Buffy smiled brightly as she helped the elderly woman work out of the posh study, "Consuela will show you to the door. Thank you again for Mrs. Wilkins for coming and introducing me to Faith. I'm sure will be the best of friends, won't we?"
"Whatever," Faith mumbled, obviously sad to be leaving her new male acquaintance. She took one last look at Angelus she followed he mother out.
Once the study's doors shut, the smile instantly fell from Buffy's face into an irritated scowl.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Buffy turned to face Angelus.
"Relax Buff, I'm just playing around" Angelus laughed as he made his way over to the liquor cabinet. The lock on that thing was more for decoration as an emblem of responsibility for their parents rather than actually serving its implied purpose.
"Playing around? Well I would appreciate it if you played around and tried to get laid on your own time"
"Hey" Angelus objected while rummaging through the cabinet. He took out a bottle of Brandy and two glasses, "First off you know I never have to "try" to get laid"
Buff rolled her eyes at the comment.
Smoothly, Angelus took the bottle and poured the amber tinted liquid into the glasses, "Secondly, why do seem like more of a bitch today, Buffy?"
Buffy plopped down on the ruby canvas chair.
"The truth? It's Faith"
"What about her?" Angelus asked walking to Buffy and handing her one of the glasses.
She took the glass from Angelus before speaking,"Remember Parker Abrams?"
"As in your ex-boyfriend Parker?" Angelus took a sip of his Bandy.
"Exactly. As you remember he broke up with me last winter after the annual Snowflake Formal. In his words he 'needed someone gentle and more compassionate to his needs and feeling'"
"Faith"
"You're on a roll today", Buffy methodically moved the glass closer to her crimson shaded lips, teasing the rim against them not yet taking a drink, "Anyway, that relationship didn't last long after someone "anonymously" tipped off her mother about Mr. Abrams's intentions. Mrs. Wilkins instantly pulled young Faith from out of grasp from her potential suitor. Thus destroying the duo's blossoming romance, but of course now the Botox injected mommy wants me to take her dimwitted lamppost daughter and light her up, showing her the ropes of Manchester, not realizing, however, it would take more power generated than humanly possible to light up that moron"
With that ending note, Buffy threw her head back and gulped down the liquor.
Angelus laughed silently as he looked at the scene before him. Buffy was absolutely gorgeous when she was pissed off.
Shaking off the drink, Buffy looked questioningly at Angelus, "So may I inquire what have you've been doing this afternoon?"
"Winifred Burkle"
Buffy choked at the name, "Burkle? As in Patricia Burkle your psychiatrist!?"
"What can I say?" Angelus responded casually, toying with the vines of the office fern hanging by the fireplace, "She charged too much".
Buffy laughed at Angelus's remark. Their relationship was not that of your typical stepsiblings. It was actually quite contradictory to it. Rather than bickering and the occasional grin and bear family bonding session like so many white collar Americans, their rapport was based on shared common boredom. To most outside looking in, the lives of the duo would be nothing but a glamorous limo ride of money, lust, and power. But those people didn't know what they're talking about. Their understanding of one another was a complexity no one else had the capacity to grasp, or more precisely no one ever bothered to try to grasp.
"I swear Angelus, if you don't quite sticking your dick into anything with a pulse one day you are going to catch something. Probably from one of your darling admirers"
Angelus smiled at the faint hint of jealousy no one else but him could be capable of detecting, "Oh come Buff, you of all people should know how painfully tedious life at Manchester is. I'm just finding some entertainment while doing a great service for these girls. Giving them a lesson in life they'll take with them forever"
Buffy arched her eyebrow questioningly, "By fucking then leaving them?"
"Call it a lesson of great pleasure and pain," Angelus took a seat on the burgundy love seat across from his stepsister, putting his feet up on his stepmother's adored coffee table.
"Just make sure you keep it wrapped" Buffy sweetly smiled, then continued with a more stern tone, "The last thing we need for this family is a high profiled power struggle between us and some bimbo and my future nephew or niece trying to weasel their way into my future fortune"
"You mean our future fortune" Angelus corrected her.
Buffy rolled her eyes. The unholy matrimony between their lovesick parents had only spawned two good things. One of which, being the companionship between Angelus and herself; the other being the richest merging of two bank accountants this side of Manhattan had ever witnessed. The fortune their two families had grown to possess rivaled that of the other socialites in their exclusive circle, making them the envy of every country club and gated community.
"Fine, our future fortune. But you know, Angelus, we don't see one cent until both our sweet doting parents are regretfully six feet under. And at the rate they're going it seems by the time we receive our inheritance the only item of luxury we'll be able to appreciate is a gold walker," Buffy frowned.
"Cheer up, sis", Angelus smiled comfortingly, "I'm sure your alcoholic gold digging dried up shrew of a mother will eventually drink her plastic blow up self into oblivion"
Buffy's eyes gave a twinkle at her stepbrother's words before smiling just as he had, "As I'm sure your impotent philandering bastard father will contract a viral STD"
"Touch
"So remember till we get our independent share of the inheritance, you keep your stronghold investments in rubbers"
Angelus mockingly put his hand on his chest and tried to look surprise "I am shocked, Buffy. I can't believe you think I wouldn't know the game by now. You of all people should be aware that I always protect what is mine. I have my fun, and then the mess that is left over is usually taken care of with no inconvenience for me."
Buffy let out a chuckle, "Angelus, how is it that in a single day you manage to find countless of girls to seduce and destroy, humiliating them to all, making their reputation the living joke on the streets of Manhattan, and yet still find countless more eager girls the next day to rinse and repeat?"
"Easy. These preppy upper-class Manhattan girls are at their sexual awakening, starving for rebellion and identity for themselves. But most of all love. Having never experience either, they delude themselves into believing that sex is equated to love"
Buffy nodded, "I see"
"The inner slut is already there buried deep down within all the other taboos. I simply take what is there and manipulate it. All it takes is a little charm and those few kind words they are desperately to hear. It's very simple, too simple."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean there's hardly ever a challenge anymore. These boring blue-blooded debutantes practically fall into my bed. There was a time when I had to study plan each of my moves like a hunter caught in the exhilaration of the hunt. Now all it takes is a few compliments and smiles before I have my prey they're in my bed, legs up, and begging for more. I'm an artist without colors, a poet sans romanticism...." Angelus stared off into a distance reciting each word with longing.
Buffy folded her hands and leaned forward, her sapphire eyes becoming exactly parallel to Angelus, "Well you're in luck because I have a proposition for you"