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Chapter 4 Released

He handed her the box. She looked at it with curiosity. I was the size of a necklace box. She wondered what the hell it was. As she opened the box her confusion magnified. It was in fact a necklace. It was labridorite. A good cut she could tell from the color. It had an iridescent blue look to it instead of the normal green hue the stone possessed.

She looked to him and asked, "How does it work?"

"Well it's quite simple. Will his soul to be caught and it will. However you must be sure this is what you want, there is no going back. Once his soul is in the container, it will remain there."

"What does the soul experience in this necklacy thing?"

"I don't know for sure, but it is said that the soul experiences heaven, or at least happiness and inner peace. However it is not aware of anything else outside the container."

"How will I know it worked."

"The container will glow and continue shifting colors of the persons aura or soul."

"Cool. Although it might be hard to match it with outfits."

Rian forgotten in the corner chuckled softly. The owner merely smiled.

"How far away do I have to be from hi…, I mean the person?"

"I know who your target is, there is no need for secrecy."

"You never know who's listening."

"Very well. You must be in contact with you target for no more than 6 seconds."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"About the container no. However, just know you are always welcome here. It will always remain a sanctuary if you wish it to be so. I believe we have a bed or two around here some where."

"Yeah, at least one isn't cursed." Rian said.

"Thanks, I think."

With that Buffy left. The box hidden in her coat as she walked down familiar streets. She was not thinking of what she was about to do, but of how quite the night was. No sooner had she thought this did two vamps jump down from a near by roof.

She sighed and muttered, "I so don't have time for this."

The vamps looking like they had been stuck in the 80s, snickered thinking they had just caught a free meal. The had her way blocked on both ends, seeing as she had followed a familiar patrol route, and ended up in an alley.

The uglier one leered at her, licking his lips, he said, "Poor little girl, all alone in a dangerous neighborhood."

The slightly less ugly one said, "should have stayed home tonight little girl, right Bill?"

"Right Tony."

Buffy merely pulled a stake out from some where on her person, concealing it from the vamps, but ready to go. She had lost her witty repertoire as she had fallen into her depression. She had not however lost her blood lust, instead she seemed to have gained a cruelty. She of course had disguised this from her "friends/boyfriends". Her eyes no longer light up when she fought, instead they gleamed a cold dead sort of demented look that screamed danger. Much like the look of Drusilla when she was not lost in madness. The vampires oblivious to the danger continued to get closer, making crude remarks. A weak intimidation tactic at best. She merely smiled a cruel looking thing that made her seem more demon than human. How far she had fallen, if her "friends" could see her now how far would they run, she thought with some mirth.

Finally the vampires were close enough for her to take them down. She lunged forward towards Bill the obvious leader. It was so much more fun to kill the boss and make the sidekick suffer. She slammed the stake home watching him dust. Know he had it easy, she turned to the sidekick, Tony. He seemed nervous, but not yet ready to flee. She jumped up over him, careful to cut him twice on the face with the still dusty stake, before landing behind him. She swept his feet from under him. She stomped down on his ribs, satisfied when she heard them crack. She pulled a dagger from her back. She sliced him down his chest. She jumped away giving him time to stand. She began to stalk toward him. He took a couple of steps back, before hitting a wall. Now he was terror personified. He began to plead with her. He offered her everything, if only he could be let go. She continue to smile as she brought her dagger down on him slicing his ear off. Then the other.

She could smell his fear. It was like a drug. She loved that smell. Once she was repulsed by it, now it made her feel alive. She had learned a lot about torture from Watcher diaries, and books Giles thought safely locked in his house. She had learned even more from Angelus. She smiled at the memory.

It was in the beginning of her fall. She had gone to the mansion for some peace. She had noticed a book next to the couch. She recognized it, as Angel had tried to hide it from her. She had left it alone, because she knew it some how made him brood more. Curiosity got the better of her as she flipped it open to a random page and began to read.

She realized it was a book of torture. She flipped back to the cover and the authors name made her smile. It said simply Angelus Master of Torture. She continued reading it, imagining using some of the techniques on Riley. She had read it till she had fallen asleep on the couch. She had read the book religiously until she knew it by heart. She began using her knew found knowledge on her nights were she patrolled alone. Reveling in the fear she caused. She made sure no victims or witnesses got away. It would not do for some one to squeal to the rest of the demon community, or to her "friends". She had a skill for it she found out, improving on some techniques, or creating her own. She read everything she could on the subject. Now she was only using a quick way to inspire fear. Blood and pain.

The vamp, she noticed, was reduced to a puddle of blood, bones, and limited organs. She staked the heart quickly turning the mess to a fine dust.

She continued on her way feeling a lot more relaxed and a lot more sure of what she was about to do. She quickly made her way to Angel Investigations. She slipped through a window, making her way down into his apartment. She whispered a spell of sleep, she had learned just for this situation. She moved to his bedroom, she saw him asleep on the bed. She admired his relaxed look. She touched the necklace to his bare chest, and counted to six.

The necklace glowed blue and then his skin seemed to glow a golden color. She looked closer. There was shades of orange, red, blue, and every other color under the sun. They all came together creating an ethereal glow. It came pouring off him. It flowed into the necklace. It flashed a brilliant gold, before settling to a swirl of ever moving color. She place the necklace back in the box and into the pocket of her coat that was currently on a chair in the other room. She went back to the room wondering how long it would take him to wake up. When she entered the room he was definitely awake. In fact he had changed into leather pants. Making her want to drool, he knew that was how she would react.

He had a feral glint in his eyes, as he looked her over. She was watching him with the same expression, as her eyes traveled down his naked chest. Before she could open her mouth to explain, he slammed her against the wall. Her hands above her head. She knew she could break free if she wanted, so did he. He shifted her small hands to one of his large hands, still pinned above her head.

He moved his hand down her body as she arched into him. He stopped at the bottom of her shirt. His eyes filling with lust, he ripped the shirt off her body. Her bra, torn fell to the ground. He stopped for a moment, his eyes just taking in his golden goddess's beauty. She shivered at the look in his eyes, as he unconsciously shifted into his game face. It felt like forever before his mouth latched onto her breast. He rolled it around with his tongue. Scrapping his pointed teeth over the very top. He drew blood, which he lapped up.

He gave attention to her other breast as well. He cupped it in his ice cold hand. It felt so cold against her flaming hot skin that she almost came from that alone. She felt him scrap his finger nail across her nipple, like how his teeth were over her other breast. With her potent blood in his mouth, he began to bite around her nipple, giving her tiny pin points of pain all over her breast. But just as soon as he bit, he ran his tongue over the bite, soothing it. The many points of pain quickly became points of pleasure. She was withering in the ecstasy of his bite, and the coolness of his skin against hers.

It wasn't enough. She wanted, no needed more. She pressed against him, she could feel his arousal. She needed him now. She rolled her hips against his, but she was still pinned to the wall. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. He ripped off her skirt, adding it to the ever growing pile of destroyed clothes. She was left only in her panties, which he could smell were wet all the way through.

He let her hands go as he removed her final article of clothing. With her newly freed hands, she ripped off his tight leather pants, freeing his cock. She grabbed it in her small warm hands, massaging it, feeling it, and committing it to her memory. He couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed her hands, as she wrapped her legs around him, and he poised in front of her opening. He looked into her eyes, before thrusting into her searing heat. She exploded, her head flying back into the wall from the pleasure. She was so tight. So hot. He felt like he was being surrounded by lava. Her muscles clenching around him, like a vice.

She felt so full, so complete. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at him. He was staring at her, his eyes blazing gold, his teeth stained red from her blood. She felt him pull out of her, and she let out a whimper of protest, before he slammed back in to her. She grabbed the back of his head, as he pulled out again. He thrust into her again and again, faster and faster. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. He knew she was close, so he shifted her a little, so that he could reach even further into her. As he thrust into her again, going much, much further than before, she fell.

She saw stars exploding behind her eyes, as the waves of pure bliss crashed over her again and again. He watched her explode, before he too, reached his climax. With a roar, he erupted into her. His cold seed filling her. As they both slowly came back down, she looked at him and kissed him, her tongue, in a duel of dominance with his. At this point she noticed that he was still incredibly hard. So she slid her tongue over and around his fangs, purposely cutting herself on them. Her blood landed on his tongue making him moan in pleasure. He stumbled backwards onto the bed. Landing with her on top.

Before she could stop him, he flipped them both. He was now on top. He smirked, she chuckled. This time he was going slow, achingly slow. She squirmed trying to get him go fasted. He just smirked. She decided two could play this game. She used her nails to create a small cut on her wrist, which she slowly began to the lick blood that ran down her arm off. He couldn't help it, he began to push into her harder and faster as he watched her lick her own blood. He tilted his head and licked blood from her chin. His eyes blazing an even brighter gold as he felt her begin to shake under him.

She kept her eyes glued to him. She kept her stare unbroken as she tilted her head slightly to the side. She whispered, "Drink." He did not hesitate as he savagely bit down on her siren blood. As soon as his fangs punctured her flesh she came. She came screaming his name like it was her only chance at salvation. She clung to him. Her walls gripped him in the same death grip that her arms had him in. He followed her, roaring her name to the heavens.

He came down to earth before her and he watched as she lay in the grip of waves of pleasure. When she finally became aware of her surroundings, he moved his weight off of her. Before he could totally remove his weight, she grabbed him. Her nails digging in to his back as she clutched him to her. It was as if she was afraid he would disappear. Her shoulders began to shudder, as her tears began to fall. She buried her head into his chest, sobbing into him. Great racking sobs, that had her shaking all over. He moved once again keeping her in contact with him as he rearranged her into his lap. With his arms wrapping around her, he began to rock her, while rubbing soothing circles on her back. He shhhhed her, whispering over and over again, that he wasn't going to leave her and that everything was going to be fine. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms. He slipped them both under the covers, as he wrapped himself around her huddled form. She, in her sleep, burrowed in to him, trying to get as close as she possibly could. He kissed the top of her blond head, her silky hair on his shoulder. He slowly drifted off to sleep, but not before swearing revenge on all who hurt his blond goddess, and mate.

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