"You know, I won't be feeding from Swine blood for long," he said as Riley straddled him with a fork.
Hope Buffy's got something in mind to get the Chip out. Earlier, she came in shocking him. He knew something was wrong with the dark get up. A lot of corset and leather, but he didn't chagrin. He liked the look on her. No. He didn't smell a soul on her at all. Pale face. And no heartbeat. That's when the bomb dropped: She was a Vampire.
And her little friends followed her into the afterlife.
Or undeadness.
She came in all leather and corset with ankle high boots, a fishnet out of some porn, heavy layer of makeup, and flashed some fangs at him through white teeth, spinning around for him to ooh and awe.
Something was seriously wrong with the no heartbeat. No pulse. No life. Or soul in the blond. She just smirked and waited for him to say something. Batting her lashes like waiting for a reward or clap that would come any minute. But, no. He's too hurt to say anything.
She was dead and didn't have a soul. 'Didn't have a soul' as in past tense.
Or bound to all eternity for this crap that is his own life.
But, he can't deny what she bargained for his help: The ability to stop being a lapdog. To feed and be freed again. To never have to worry about the Chip firing off even after a gentle touch to a human. To stop moping about the Slayer.
His painful experience would be gone if he accepted. He couldn't make his head stop spinning at what she was offering. Dealing to him in pay that he helps her do whatever it is that she wanted done.
He could be his own again, taking whatever life wanted him. Feeding and fucking while getting high on it all he wanted.
It was all there and it felt 'right.'
"So, what's your answer...?"
"Yes. I want it."
She was delighted she didn't have to fight him as she played with the poor boy in her arms. He was half drained and gone already from the 'drink' she poured. 'Wasted' is the answer. 'Wasted' solved everything.
Willow likes to 'play.' She loved her new pets and toys as she looked them both over: A whip on one hand. Or the handy dandy 'Bridle.'
Medieval evil looking tool. But, she bargained it off of a demon from the auction.
'Torture, it had been so long,' thought Angelus as the spell wore off. He went to a Demon Shaman and got his soul wiped out. He originally went there to kill it before it could take anymore souls but had his wiped clean away. He stared at his 'art piece'. "Cordy. Cordy. "Cordy. Look's like the Queen Bitches' time is up!"
He laughed like this was a party instead of torture and murder and rape.
Even after all this, Cordelia still wouldn't be able to look at 'him' again. 'Him' or 'Angel'.
Now, she can't differenturate them.
"You know, you were never good at brooding, Angel!"
He got down and slapped her. "And you were never good at being a 'Buffy wannabe'!"
"Cassandra and Harmony, pull her up! I'd like to see her scream upside down, hanging from the ceiling!" The 2 fems grabbed her and took her to the highest place. They dropped her from the Chandelier.
"You're such a bastard, Angel...!"
He got up and slapped her again. "Queen C without hair, hm. I like it!"
Harmony: I never liked her at all! She always made fun of people and dragged me along with it. So, cut every inch!
"See, this is how she 'really' feels about you. Your weak. Spineless. Self- obnoxious self. Forget it Cordy, you aren't going to live."