1Chapter 6
Buffy sprang grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her to the ground knocking the air from her. The girl whimpered and struggled but Buffy had her arms pinned down with most of her strength.
A crunch sound echoed through the woods followed by a blood curdling scream, Angel rushed for it only to stop dead in his tracks. Buffy was bent over a very pale blonde girl, who's arms were now at odd angles and had bones coming through the skin. Angel was pretty sure she didn't finder her that way. Angel stopped his cautious creep forward at that thought.
Great to know we haven't lost our sense of humor. Angelus thought. Wait your still here? Angel was yet again shocked enough to misstep and nearly embarrass himself by falling on his face. Easy there princess, and where else would I be? Cabo? Angel was about to tell him were he could go when Buffy growled.
The girl was giving a last effort struggles Buffy growled around her neck and bit down harder, crushing the girls windpipe. Angel grabbed Buffy by the back of the neck and gave a firm squeeze.
"Let go." he commanded in a calm voice. She growled in defiance bluntly refusing and continued to drink the dwindling blood supply. Angel applied more pressure and repeated the command. Buffy removed her fangs and hissed.
The girls throat was completely torn to sheds and crushed almost beyond recognition. Angel felt sharp pangs of hunger and jerked Buffy to her feet. You hungry? Angelus mocked. Would you shut up already. Angel snarled trying to clear the blood lust that was fogging his mind. Just saying.
Before he could reply Buffy delivered a swift round house kick to his mid-section sending him flying into a nearby tree. "Buffy." Angel barked stopping her next attack. Buffy blinked rapidly attempting to clear the red mist swirling in her vision. "Angel?" She whimpered as her vision blurred and swam causing her to drop to her knees.
Buffy's stomach cramped violently causing her to double over. She looked up at where Angel was getting up and said, "Angel it hurts please," another violent spasm cut her off. Angel gently picked her up careful not to cause her more pain. Buffy began to relax, instinctively resting her head over his heart and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Back in his room Angel shut the door, careful to lock it this time, and placed Buffy on the bed. He grabbed the chair he sat in earlier, placing it across from her, and sat. Buffy looked around in wide-eyed fascination at the room. Although she had been in it many a times she never before had seen it with such clarity.
The room was scarily furnished, holding only a huge old world dresser and armorer set, a matching night stand and finally the gigantic four-poster bed. All the furniture was made of solid oak and had a dark finish, but that wasn't it the room was different somehow. It had more depth... more texture.
Buffy's gaze settled on Angel, he too seemed different. Buffy reached out and touched the side of his face with her finger tips, lightly tracing his jaw line which clenched in reaction drawing her attention to the tension line between his brows. Bringing up her other hand she gently rubbed the line with her finger noticing how the pads of her fingers seem to pick up textures she never noticed before.
Where once she could have sworn Angel's face was as smooth and flawless as alabaster marble, her fingers picked up a small fracture in his skull starting just above his left eyebrow cutting diagonally into his hairline. Buffy let her hands tunnel into the wealth of his espresso colored hair.
That too had more texture not only soft, as she had labeled before, but silky and slightly filmy from the jell he put in it hours ago. She could feel each individual strand as it slid through her fingers. Buffy lightly scrapped her nails along his scalp then tightened her grip tugging Angel's eyes up to meet hers.
There eyes locked, Buffy leaned in until they were only scant inches between them and looked deep into Angel's eyes. To her surprise she noticed that his rich chocolate eyes were rimmed in dark gold around the pupils. His pupils contracted like a cats effectively breaking the spell, Buffy blinked bringing Angel's whole face into focus.
Angel blinked noticing that Buffy was no longer on the bed but straddling his lap and her face was, still, close enough for him to take possession of her generous cupid's bow mouth. As if reading his mind Buffy pulled back a few more inches and wet her bottom lip.
The maneuver caused Buffy to grind down on the growing bulge between his legs. What the hell are you waiting for? Take her you know you want to. Angelus's voice whispered in his head bringing him out of his momentary laps.
"Buffy" Angel's voice came out husky with need. He cleared his throat to clear it, but before he could try again Buffy leaned in with her eyes locked with his and traced the seam of his lips with her tongue. Once. Twice. Then she pulled back causing Angel to bite back a protest at the loss.
He tasted like cinnamon and rain mixed with something uniquely Angel that had always left her wanting, like before, but now there was an underlying potent tang of darkness she never caught before. Buffy arched and flipped back onto the middle of the bed sitting Indian-style as before.
Before Angel could think he had Buffy pinned under him holding her arms above her head with one hand his whole body taught as a bow string. He looked down at Buffy to see her calmly staring back up at him, curiously. Buffy moved her legs causing Angel's grip to tighten involuntarily on her wrist.
He continued to watch as she calmly situated herself so that she cradled his massive body, instead of being pinned completely under him, and went into complete vampire submissive by baring her throat to his. Angel's body gave an involuntary jerk at the gesture, grinding into Buffy's clothed sex, snapping the last of his control.