Arezue: Desire

Chapter Fifteen: Rapes and the Whipping Girl

Angel walked into his bedroom, holding a yellow dress. Arezue sat on the bed pouting – though she'd definitely deny it if called on it.

She steadily ignored him, lighting up the eleventh cigarette in the last hour or so with a silver Zippo lighter. Angel tossed the clothes at her but she didn't even bother to look up.

" I got you a change of clothes from Cordelia. She says it shrunk in the wash so I figured it would be just about your size." She continued to ignore him, blowing drags on her cigarette. "I would've borrowed something from Fred since she's just as tiny as you," He continued to babble on, not really knowing what to say. " But then Cordy said that that there was no way you'd fit into anything of hers because your boobs are so much bigger."

Arezue slowly turned to look at him, surprise in her eyes at Angel's choice of words. Angel blinked, mouth open.

"Er, I can't believe I just said that." He winced. "Those were Cordy's exact words by the way."

"So, did you just come up to comment on my breast size or…" Arezue looked to him for a response, distrust in her eyes. Angel took a deep breath.

"No." How was he supposed to say this? "We need to talk." Arezue groaned.

"I hate yellow. I hate the dress. We've talked, good-bye." Angel pursed his lips into a thin line. How was it that she hadn't acted like a hormonal teenager when she had been a teenager, yet acted like one after reaching the two hundred mark?

"I'm serious." His voice was like frozen steel but his insides were not. She sighed, clenching her teeth. She immediately turned away from him when she felt her eyes start to burn.

"Let me guess," She spat out at the wall. "You want to talk about how you've decided to take up your sire claim again." Angel clenched his teeth.

"There's no 'taking up'," He stared at her, even as she avoided his gaze. " Arezue, I am your sire – always have been. See, I thought you'd grown up but I guess you really haven't." He told her coldly. " From now on, as long as you live under my roof, you are the childe and I'm the sure. Understand?" His voice really left no space for argument, but then again, Arezue was a pretty stubborn vampire.

"What are you going to teach me now, sire?" She bit out with malice, spinning around to face him. "Are you going to teach me my place by – what – raping me or something?" Shock was etched into every part of Angel as even his inner demon reeled. He could never – would never –

She was his daughter. Sure, he knew of vampire who taught their childer their place by brutally raping them – even if they were biologically related – but he would never do it to Arezue. He'd done to his other childer at times, but never her. He could never hurt her like that.

From the moment she'd been born, she'd been this innocent ethereal presence in his life. He'd always hated her for being so. He'd wanted to corrupt her sometimes, yet he really couldn't stand the though of anyone truly tainting her in such a way.

"How can you ask me that?" He finally whispered, pain exulting off him with every syllable. Sure, he'd considered torturing her, beating her but raping her was a completely different story. "Why would you ask me that?"

Arezue shrugged, trying to brush tears from her eyes without being seen

" Because I heard you," .She whispered. "That night – I never forgot. William, you raped him. You raped him because he didn't know his place…" Her body shook as she relieved the night over again. How could she ever forget that night? She'd known Angelus, her father, was a cruel person yet she'd never expected him to something like that to Spike. She'd been afraid of him doing the same to her ever since that night. A hundred and sixty-five years ago and she was still scared.

"That's different Char." His voice was thick with emotion. "I'm his sire and I choose to punish him that way." He started to unbutton his shirt. "I'd never do that to you because it would be more of a punishment for me then for you." He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed.

"You've done worse." She replied softly. And he had. He knew it too, but there was a certain order to be kept in the demon society and as the sire, it was his duty to make sure it was there.

He'd spoken the truth when he'd told Connor that as the father it was his job to do what was best for his kids. Yet, it was also his job to do what he deemed best for his childer as well, regardless as to whether he had a soul or not.

The belt came off with a tug and he folded it in two,

"Pull up your underwear and bend over the bed." He told her quietly. "You've been acting up since you got here." He thought about the statement for a moment. "Well, actually since the boxer rebellion when your boyfriend killed a slayer." She glanced back at him, over her shoulder, as she bent over the bed.

"Can we just get this over with already?" She asked, annoyed. "I have an appointment with the prison guard at six." Angel sighed and let the belt fly.