How To Kill Your Boyfriend In One Hard Lesson Chapter 11, an angel fanfic

Disclaimer: Don't own, etc., etc. Joss Whedon rules supreme and retains pretty much everything. Only written for personal enjoyment and because this plot bunny just wouldn't die, even after some serious staking…

Summary: Occurs after Brother, Unfortunately Mine. Rating 18 for sexual references. The sibling theme is not entirely played out …

HOW TO KILL YOUR (PSYCHO) BOYFRIEND IN ONE HARD LESSON

Chapter 11 – The Bad Boy

With a growl, Staavuz bounced the other demon's head off the brick wall until it was a spongy consistency and then dropped the battered creature before striding off; he wasn't really satisfied – the thing's head would grow back in an hour. He was tired, fed-up and increasingly wondering whether this job was worth it.

'Whack the pouting jailbait' had never been a problem. Staavuz had his Stefan persona down pat by now. Inveigle the adolescent hormonal hottie into being his honey, show her a good time in the sack for a few weeks, then go all psycho-boyfriend and do the crime passionale bit before doing a runner and letting the cops corner him in some fleabag motel. Re-enact the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, leaving Stefan sprawled on the floor with a chest like a sieve.

The cops went away happy that it was them one, scumbag nil, and Staavuz got some rest while his flesh re-generated because his vital organs were in his head and legs. Some dude pulled him out of the meat-locker freezer eventually and Stefan just hopped off the slab, blew Lethe dust in their faces and exited after faking the paperwork appropriately; the humans came around after about fifteen minutes with no memory he'd ever been there.

It was a sweet deal, every time. Except for now. He'd been looking forward to popping this one's cherry. She had strong thighs and a real cleavage. But she'd proven unusually mature, way brighter than most of the giggling gaggle around her. Instead of melting into his waiting arms, Dawn had dumped him. Fortunately that played even better into his psycho-stalker gig, especially as the kid apparently had no family, other than a deadbeat older sister who apparently lived at work, some brain-numbing fast-food joint. Not a problem.

So what had the little slut gone and done? Scampered to LA like a terrified rabbit. Staavuz growled again, wanting to kill something. He couldn't believe he'd been able to follow the little cow all the way into LA, only to lose her within two intersections. It was obvious she had fled here for a reason. Probably someone she thought could help her. He chuckled – some puffing, preening kid with baby fluff on his face, acting the Big Man to impress. Staavuz grinned – he'd kill them both and set it up like the kid did it; it would make a change from him having to stage his usual gory exit.

Continued in Chapter 12…