Part 2
Angelus pushed his broad shoulders into the thin frame of the woman in front of him, crushing her body against the brick trapping her in between them. His weight pinned her to the wall, not allowing the passage of air in and out of her lungs, making her pant for oxygen. He placed his cold hands roughly around her waist and ripped her skirt down the back, a nasty tearing noise the only thing heard above her panting. He grabbed her ass with his hands, kneading her plush globes slowly as he nestled his erect penis further between his legs. His cock ached to be released from it's leather prison, being so close to a warm body was like sweet torture and he reveled in it.
The woman cried out for help, but no one came to her aid. The cries of anguish were all too familiar with those passing by, not wanting to get in the middle of any trouble.
Stupid, pathetic humans, Angelus thought to himself. Her parted her cheeks in his hands and stuck two fingers in her anus, stretching her entrance, preparing her for him. She squealed, lifting her body onto her tiptoes trying to get away from his probing fingers, but Angelus just leaned his body further into her and her body slid back down over his fingers.
He chuckled. Humans were so easily manipulated; he loved it. He could feel her body trembling under his hands, her sobbing like sweet music to his ears. The familiar scent of terror was coating the air, stirring his cock beneath his pants. He lowered his head to her ear taking the opportunity to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. He relished the feeling of her soft, feminine hair sweeping across the rough stubble of his face.
His hips dug into her ass as he brought her hands far above her head, trapping her delicate wrists in one hand while the other brought his erect cock out from beneath his pants.
"Shh, my precious thing," he whispered as he gently prodded her back entrance with the tip of his penis, "It'll all be over soon. But first, we play." He penetrated her in one thrust, letting her scream of agony send an electric charge throughout his body. His eyes crossed out her virginal tightness. Unable to control himself his hips began to work his hungry member in and out of her.
He pounded into her as her body shook with her sobs, wiggling underneath him, unknowingly arousing him to her struggle. His free hand circled up to her neck and closed around her throat stifling her screaming. It would do him no good to be caught before he was finished with her body. His squeezed a little tighter around her throat, tiny gasps slipping from her lips in a desperate attempt to breathe.
"I'm going to kill you, you know," he whispered into her ear sucking her earlobe into his mouth, delighting in the salty smell of her tears. "I just don't know if I'm going to do it before or after I'm done fucking you." He bucked his hips hard into her making her feet momentarily leave the ground. He chuckled as he rode her, pounding her into the wall. They always say you should tenderize your meat before you eat, he chuckled to himself.
Letting go of her wrists in his hand, he grabbed her by the hair and smacked her head against the wall, hearing a delicious crack when her skull hit the brick. He pulled out of her roughly and watched her body slump against the ground. He kicked her over onto her back with his boot, his cock still standing straight out from his groin, eager for more fun.
He followed her to the ground, straddling her hips with his large thighs shoving his cock until he was buried within her to the hilt. He squeezed his eyes shut, her vaginal walls clamping around his shaft even as she sat unmoving beneath him. He moved inside her, letting his libido drive his steady rhythm as he raped the young girl. He built himself up to a climax and before he let his seed flow, he reached down and bit her jugular, the sweet tasting blood filling his mouth as he sucked the young life out of her.
He moaned in lust as her warm blood filled him with life. He missed this, the soul never taking part in the natural instinct to hunt and feed. He ripped her throa with his teeth, hearing the woman choking on her own blood, powerless to stop him. He moved his head down and bit her left breast, just above the nipple and let out a small growl as he gnawed at her flesh with his sharp teeth, tearing it to shreds. He lapped at the blood pouring over her nipple, teasing it with his teeth. He felt it pucker against his fangs and bit it off, spilling more blood from her breast. He spat the torn nipple at her face and chuckled as it bounced off her beautiful face. Her body began to jerk as the blood loss was sending it into shock. He was annoyed that she wasn't going to last very long. Ahh well, he thought, the night is still young.
"You're starting to bore me," he sighed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down so he could look into her eyes. She had a far away look about her and he could see that one of her pupil's was blown. He reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, "It's a pity, really. You had so much potential." He slid his hand down her cheek and across her throat, squeezing until her heard the pop that signaled her throat snapping in half. He watched as the dim light left her beautiful brown eyes and released his seed into her cooling body.
He continued to pump in her body until he was satisfied that every lost drop had been deposited into the corpse. He quickly extracted himself and stood over the body. He smirked; she was such a young thing. She had a whole life ahead of her and he had taken it in a single moment. God, it was good to be him! He placed his buzzing cock back into his pants and turned on his heel to go terrorize another unlucky, young thing. Maybe he would find a brunette this time, he giggled inwardly. Ugh, he thought, Men do NOT giggle! He shook himself and proceeded towards the end of the alleyway.
He froze in his tracks when he spotted the slim silhouette of a woman standing at the edge of the alley. He felt his whole body tense as the woman began clapping her hands together slowly, mimicking applause for his rape and murder of the poor woman at his feet. He clenched his fists in his hands, knowing immediately who she was. Years of being together, decades of games staring their naked bodies forever engrained her delicate shape into his sharp memory. Darla.
"Hello, my darling boy," she said, a knowing smile playing on her small face, "It's been too long." She walked up to him, slowly, her arms behind her back as she took in the dead girl's body at his feet.
"You always did have a way with women, Angelus," she purred, peering into his eyes, smiling up at him. "How long have you been back, lover?" she asked, her hands coming away from her back to rest on his large biceps, pressing her breasts into his well-defined chest.
Angelus let a playful smile cross his lips and cupped her waist into his strong, masculine hands, bringing her flush against his body, roughly. He heard the gasp of excitement pass her lips and he chuckled, inwardly. She always was too easy, he thought.
"Not long enough, Darla," he said, his hands sliding down her body to grind his hips into her's. Darla purred against the contact, sliding her arms up around his neck and began to kiss his neck, hungrily. She let her blunt teeth scrape his neck, knowing this would drive him crazy and was rewarded with his small growl of pleasure.
While he no longer had the devotion or loyalty a childe would have to their sire, Angelus was not above being seduced by his sire. They had been together for over two hundred years and she certainly knew how to get his libido going. He brought his head down, crushing her lips to his, forgetting his quest to find another young thing to play with and decided that another tumble with Darla was long overdue.
Darla smiled against his lips and let him ravage her mouth, his tongue possessively marking her mouth with his saliva. She brought her hands to his chest and gave him a firm push causing him to stumble back a little bit. She heard him growl in annoyance as he was ripped away from his pleasure, but she ignored him, giving him a coy smile before she began walking away.
"Not here, lover," she said over her shoulder and continued down the alleyway, knowing that he was stalking her several feet behind. He liked the chase, and she would let him chase her for a while, but then he would be her's, just like it was meant to be. Darla shivered against the anticipation of finally being with her childe again, the decades of separation causing an unbearable void to develop within her. But now he was back and there was no way in hell she was ever going to let go of him ever again.
"Cordy?" Xander whispered, his legs giving out underneath him at the weight of the news. He fell into the chair sitting below him and stared wide eyed at the table before him, trying not to picture the explicable danger his former girlfriend was currently in. "Do you think shes-" he couldn't finish the thought. The idea that any harm would befall Cordelia made his stomach churn uneasily. He just sat there, his gaze fixedly on a small crack in the table, wondering if it would somehow open up and swallow him whole.
Wesley finally brought his hands away from his face, his sobbing had been done for a while, but at this moment, he really need to be closed off in his grief. He looked at the young boy sitting at the other table and sighed. His brows furrowed in thought, analyzing the question, trying to formulate his own thoughts.
"Surprisingly no, Xander," he began slowly. His own stomach began to turn sour as he imagined the horrors Cordelia was facing now with Angelus. "Angelus' actions the other night lead me to believe that he has other things in store for Cordelia, good or bad. This gives me the grim hope that no harm will come to her while she is in his care. His infatuation with her is what gave us the opportunity to flee from our lives and ask for your help." There was a silence in the room until a timid voice spoke up, breaking the silence.
"You just left her?" Willow squeaked, her wide eyes gazing at the three people in disbelief. She coward against Xander's form when flashing British, blue eyes found her's and an angry black man hit his fist against the table in anger.
"No, Willow," Wesley spat in his own anger, "We didn't just leave, Cordelia." He closed his eyes and concentrated on evening his breathing pattern, focusing on his rapidly increasing heart rate, begging it to stop slamming in his throat, threatening to send him into cardiac arrest.
"Angelus' return was not planned for," he began finally opening his eyes to look at the others. "We at Angel Investigations thought that we had found a mystical loop hole to Angel's curse." He turned his eyes towards his comrades and gave them a sad smile, "We thought we had found a cure for our friend."
Fred whimpered, leaning her head onto Gunn's shoulder, a single tear falling down her cheek.
"Next thing you know, Angel's soul is gone and we have one seriously pissed off Master Vamp on our hands," Gunn says, picking up the story where Wesley had left off. He turned his eyes to the others, "Wesley and I can fight with the best of them, but he took us by surprise," he whispered, grabbing onto Wesley's shoulder in solidarity. "We did the best we could, but Angelus has years of fighting on us, but once he saw Cordelia, he was only after one thing," he dropped his hand from Wesley's shoulder.
"Cordelia saw his flash of want in his eyes and dove between us as he was about to deliver his final blow," he closed his eyes, remembering how his heart had suddenly stopped when he saw her in front of the demon, looming above her, "She begged him to leave us alone and to take her instead." He hung his head down, hiding the tears filling his eyes and the shame he felt for not being able to protect his friend. "And then they were gone; No Angelus, no Cordelia." The room was once again plunged into silence. It was as if the conversation couldn't handle more than a few sentences being spoken at a time.
"John 15:13," muttered Giles unaware that he had spoken out loud until every pair of eyes in the room was trained on him. He cleared his throat, " The biblical verse has particular relevance in this situation. It reads: Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends." The weight of Cordelia's sacrifice suddenly hung like a heavy stone on their hearts.
Buffy swallowed the lump rising in her throat and shook off her need to mourn for the girl she had hated in school. Okay, maybe not hated, but really disliked. However, this didn't stop her from feeling the need to save the brave girl from a fate worse than death. She took a step forward and threw her hands on her hips.
"Sitting here and feeling sorry for Cordelia is not going to bring her out of harms way anytime in the next century," she said making eye contact with everyone in the room. "Cordelia needs us right now, but she needs us at our best. I say we collect ourselves and start fresh in the morning."
She turned to Wesley and addressed him, letting a little sympathy show on her face, "You did what you could, Wesley; we don't blame you, but if what you're saying is true, Angelus won't hurt Cordy and that gives us time to form a good plan." She gave him a small smile when she saw a slight nodding of his head.
"Yes, excellent idea, Buffy," Giles said turning his watcher mode on, "Let's all get a good night's sleep and reconvene here in the morning." He watched as every one nodded their heads in silence and moved towards the door. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
His slayer had been right something had been off. However, they weren't aware of its calamity. Giles sent a prayer up to whatever deity would resign to listen to an old man as he asked for no harm to the brave girl he card for. He walked slowly to the double doors of the library and shut off the remaining lights, plunging the room into darkness behind him.
