Arezue; Desire

-Knock Knock-

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce jerked awake abruptly and glanced around, confusedly searching for the source of the sound that had awaken him from his – paperwork? Yes, he was supposed to have done paperwork and gone home. But that was hours ago and – something had awoken him.

Knock knock -

Somebody was at the door. 'Let them knock' Wesley thought rubbing his eyes drowsily. Deciding he better let whomever it was in; he glanced up and froze.

While he'd been rubbing his eyes the source of the noise had walked in and was now attempting to dry off her very wet clothes that clung to her every curve like – eyes widening Wesley chided himself for thinking such things.

Just because his recent experiences with the Shanshu prophecy, Connor and nearly everything else had hardened him to the world didn't mean he was now a man who could think such vulgar thought without feeling guilt.

He looked back up at the girl and blinked twice to make sure he wasn't still asleep. He was pretty sure he had never seen a sight to rival this one – gorgeous didn't seem to describe her – and he honestly couldn't think of a word that did. He gaped as she began to walk over to him. He managed to dimly realize that she was a vampire by the way she walked and held her gaze on his throat a bit longer than necessary.

"Hey," She stated, stonily staring at him, her gaze unwavering. He blinked and straightened up abruptly.

"Hello." He glanced towards the weapons cabinet, gauging that she'd be able to snap his neck long before he even managed to get past her. The entire time he tried to figure out how to kill her – he'd left all the stakes he'd had in the office – he knew full well that there was no way he'd ever be able to hurt such a creature. "How may I help you?" He asked as a way of stalling more than anything else.

"Angel here?" She asked, glancing around the hotel, her eyes lingering on the weapons cabinet as if she knew what was inside. Wesley managed to nod, his mind busily comparing her voice to cherry blossoms and honeysuckle.

"Oh – err –yes," The ex-watcher quickly tried to figure out whether she was to be eliminated by him or Angel. Perhaps she was an old friend? It seemed unlikely but Wesley was, in actuality, not prepared to hurt the honey blonde in any thinkable way. "He's asleep at the moment though." This for some reason elicited a raised eyebrow from the vampires standing in front of him. He supposed it made sense – what kind of vampire slept at night?

"If you could just point me in the direction of his room, or maybe give me a room number…" Arezue trailed off, staring at him inquisitively. Wesley ran his fingers through his hair, realizing that he must look horribly disheveled at the moment.

"Of course." He said, blinking a few times in succession to try to rouse himself from his drowsy state. Something suddenly occurred to him. "You wouldn't, by any chance be Arezue – Angel's daughter?" She smirked at him, running her tongue over her lips flirtatiously, smoothing down her still wet dress. He started to look away and froze; it was kind obvious be the way the rain was making the material of the dress cling to her body that she wasn't wearing a bra.

'She's Angel's daughter…' Wesley realized slowly. 'Angel will kill me if he finds out that I – of all people - feel for his daughter'. Trying to get the fantasies involving her out of his head he starred at her.

"Are you all right?" She asked, peering at him with an unconcerned expression through her half closed eyelids. She yawned and it occurred to him that she might be tired. He followed her eyes as they ran up and down his body and nearly everything else in the hotel…

"Are you alright?" Arezue waved her hand in front of Wesley's face; he seemed to snap out of his stupor almost instantly.

"Blue!" He gasped out. She stared at him, confused.

"Is that what people say nowadays to indicate that they're all right or – " He cut her off before she could finish her question.

"No." He said slowly, seemingly amused at her expense. " I was just – " He stared a her for a beat. "Your eyes, they're blue but at the same time they're a little white and a little green…" He trailed off, watching her silently – just the way that…

"William…" Arezue slowly breathed out, too softly for him to pick up.

New England, 1837

Arezue wandered through the English streets. The sunrise would be soon yet she seemed to be searching for something.

"Why in heavens is it that I always seem to be the one who is picked for childe-sitting duty?" She muttered under her breath, annoyed at yet another one of Drusilla's disappearances. She sniffed the air, seeking out traces of Drusilla's unique scent in the fresh air.

"Left." She headed in the direction, following the smell of true innocence clashing with anguish that vibrated off the London streets in waves.

"A stable." She spat out angrily with disbelief. "Of all the places in this damned world – She has to – aghh!" She shot the leering men in the alley who were looking at if she, not them, were the prey nasty looks.

"My skirts will become encrusted with mud and filth and then, of course, Darla will throw a fit and Angelus will both be angry!" Glaring at the bound-to-be-filthy barn with anger, she picked up her skirts and walked inside.

Drusilla sat at the knees of a young man, probably in his early twenties, an adoring look on her childlike features whispering something about his wealth and his heart into his ear.

"Drusilla!" Arezue called. "Get out of that dirt this ins – " Gasping in surprise, she froze as his crystal blue eyes turned to look at her. The most gorgeous man she'd ever seen was gazing at her through the most gorgeous eyes she'd ever seen.

"Miss," He said by way of greeting, his voice a bit shaken. "I think this woman is a bit 'out there', " He tried to explain. "If you know what I mean…" He shook his head suddenly, apologetically. "Not that I'm meaning to be disrespectful or anything, I just – " He broke off, not knowing how to explain his case properly.

Arezue burst out laughing, shaking her head at the naïve man. He was so adorable and – innocent!

"Oh no, my dear. She's much more then a 'bit out there'." He gave her a blank look and she continued to laugh at his expense.

"I think," He said slowly, giving her an odd look. "You and she may both be a little similar in that sense, my lady." He turned back to Drusilla.

"I do not mean to be bold, wretched or disrespectful miss, but I do say you are very beautiful." He seemed to be afraid of admitting his thoughts to the two women. Drusilla gasped at this, obviously awestruck by the man for some reason.

"But my – "He continued and then broke himself off. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself. "I don't believe a Christian man ought to encourage prostitution." Now that he'd said it, the man obviously thought the two woman would leave him to finish crying as he had been according to the tell-tale tear marks on his face, Arezue mused.

Arezue raised an eyebrow at the man. He was surely a gem…

"What's your name?" She inquired of him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"William!" Drusilla exclaimed causing the man's as well as Arezue's eyes widen in shock. William was the name of the … in the … Oh! It couldn't be so. Arezue finally decided. It was just a simple coincidence.

"I didn't tell her that!" The blue-eyed, golden brown curled man cried in surprise. "I swear I didn't." He seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. He stared at the two so-called prostitutes. "If you'd like money – " He started, wanting to get away as soon as possible but Arezue cut him off.

"No." Her voice was soft as the beginning of a storm or hurricane usually is. "William, I don't quite know what Drusilla wants but I, for one, would like must more then your money." She caressed his face slowly.

"I'd like you." He stared in shock at this, apparently confused at what she could dare mean by such a thing. Then realization sparked in his eyes.

"You mean to kill me." His voice was not at all fearful as most peoples would be. He seemed rather exited and expecting…

Arezue burst out laughing – sounding genuinely pleased at his words – shaking her head at him. "You do beat all, William."

She leaned in closer, her fingers gradually finding their way under his shirt. "I want to give you eternity – let you live forever…" She let the sentence hang and William's excitement seemed to deflate at this.

"I just want to die." He stated miserably. Arezue sighed, dropping down next to him on the bench he sat on.

"Oh darling, you will." His ears seemed to perk up at this. "We'll kill you," Both Drusilla's and Arezue's faces shifted to those of hell demon. "Like us."

She expected him to scream, to flee, to cower, and to recite the lord's word yet he didn't. He sat up straighter, his eyes glazed over with passion and excitement.

"Oh…" He gasped out. "It's so – effulgent." He breathed out and Arezue smiled.

"Promise." She whispered into his ear, leaning in as Drusilla anxiously watched, starting to lower her fangs. "Promise me that you'll never forget that your wealth," She moved her hand over his still beating heart. "Lies in your heart." His eyes widened and he gasped out his promise as both women bit down.

"Effulgent…" He whispered as his last breath escaped his mouth and into her neck. It was the last word William the bloody would speak while still alive.

"Arezue? Charlotte Jane?" She snapped back to the present to see Wesley Wyndam Pryce, ex-rogue demon hunter waving his hand in front of her face.

"How did you know – " She began, echoing William's words from that night.

"I used to work for the watcher's council." He answered bluntly. Arezue raised an eyebrow at this new piece of information.

"You're an ex-watcher?" The man seemed to deflate a little at this.

"Yes." She nodded at him, noticing how sexy his unshaven look made him.

"You know," She whispered suddenly, pressing her body enticingly against his. His hardness apparent through the leather pants he wore. "Most of the watcher's I've met in my tome seem to have a thing for older women…" His eyes widened at her come-on.

"Ohh…" He whispered, now clenching his eyes shut. She ran her teeth along his jugular vein. He knew she could feel his state of arousal through his pants the way her body was plastered on his. The thought of her biting him was suddenly very stimulating.

Suddenly, without warning, she pulled away.

"So, I'm guessing Sir. Brood-a lot's room is on the top floor?" She walked away from him as though nothing had happened, towards the stairs. "He just has to have the grandest view possible." She rolled her eyes, bounding up the stairs.

Wesley Wyndam Pryce, ex-watcher, watched her go, his mouth hanging open, unable to process a single thought.

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