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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Mar 30, 2012 12:29:53 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She sighed as she walked out of the parking lot of the realtor’s office. It had been a long day and a half so far. It had started off great the night before with her and Angel finally talking about some of their issues that had festered over the years and getting back together. Then it had turned to shit when they had gone to sleep with Kathy next to them and woke up with Angel losing his soul. She still couldn’t really believe that all it took was for him to have what he had always wanted, a family, for him to lose his soul. She guessed she had been wrong about how he felt about those in Los Angeles. It really was her (and Kathy) that he had always wanted.
She thought it might be flattering (and in a way it was) if she wasn’t so god damned terrified how this would all end. She needed to get things done before that happened or else things would end badly and she couldn’t have that. She hated this whole situation but unfortunately what was done was done, and there was nothing she could do to change the past. She had already put in a call to Julie, the owner of Pathways and she was working on getting the one Orb of Thesulah that her manufacturer had on stock shipped to her at her new address (the one that Angelus didn’t know) within the next few days. She held the keys to her new apartment in her hand and Spike, Willow and Kathy were safe at the hotel until nightfall. Now all she had to do was go to the Boarding House and attempt to settle things there (she knew what she would find and was not at all looking forward to it).
She settled into her car, putting the key to the new apartment under the floormat of the back passenger seat of her car, knowing that while Angelus couldn’t enter without an invitation that he could still use the key to allow someone else to get in (a demon) or a threatening human and she couldn’t let that happen. She straightened her black pants that she had bought from Kohls earlier that morning (seeing as she had left the house in only her pajamas) and made sure her black and white top was smoothed out before taking a deep breath and heading towards the Slayer-Watcher boarding house. Once there she climbed out, hearing nothing inside and dreading taking the walk up the walkway.
Surprisingly she wasn’t scared of Angelus in the way that most would be. She knew that they were pretty well matched in strength but she had beat him several times before and didn’t question that she could beat him again. It was what she would find inside that scared her most of all. She opened the door and heard silence. She looked around the living room but saw it looked almost the exact same as it had when she had left it yesterday. She listened for anything, any signs of movement but knew she would not find any. She quickly headed downstairs to where Angel and Kathy had been staying and grabbed up as much of Kathy’s things (which was most of it except the furniture that had already been there) and put them in her car before walking back inside. She took another deep breath and walked up the stairs towards her room.
It didn’t take her long to see the blood on the hallway walls. She winced at it, hating what it meant. Oh god, those poor girls. She had left them here with a murderer, left them here and signed their death warrants. She had let them die, because of her own need to get a small vampire out of the house. God she should have chained him up! She could have knocked him out, told Kathy to drive away, and chained him up before getting the potentials out of the house. But no! She had let them die.
She checked their rooms, seeing the stains of blood all over the upstairs and cringing every time she saw the puddles of blood and foot prints walking through them. Oh god, he had torn them up. They hadn’t stood a chance and he had known that.
The one thing she couldn’t find was their bodies, but she didn’t need to think hard to know where they were. She knew Angelus, knew him better than most. She knew he had a sadistic artistic side and she knew where she would find them. She continued to check all the rooms, making sure that no one was around or no bodies were near, but she knew there wouldn’t be. She came to the end of the hallway, a tear sliding down her face before she could stop it. She wiped it way quickly, knowing she had no time to break down. She’d wait until later to do that. She walked slowly, silently, through the hallway, avoiding the puddles of blood on the floor and trying not to look at the small handprints of blood on the walls where it was clear that small hands, female hands, were trying to get away from the monster that had been unleashed on them.
The blonde slayer took another deep breath before stealing herself, opening her door and facing the horror that she knew was waiting for her. She immediately saw the five girls that she had sworn to protect seated around the world as if they were still alive. They were in her clothing and with stakes in their hands. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and that’s when she saw the writing on the wall. Wish it would have been you, lover. Was all it said, but it was enough. It filled her with a deep hatred, though she knew she couldn’t act on it. She could incapacitate him. She could tie him up. But she couldn’t kill him.
And she hated herself for that.
Word Count:: 1,046
Tag:: Angelus
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Note:: Oh good, it Buffy and Angelus…it’s Bangelus! God help us! Everyone may want to run! Not sure the house will survive this confrontation!
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Post by angel on Mar 31, 2012 15:05:51 GMT -6
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------Everything that happened in this vessel, Angelus seen. Everything that his weaker half felt, Angelus felt. For this he hated his other half. He wanted to separate them completely. To tear away his soul and completely disown it. He hated it, just thinking about it made him want to tear someone's head off. For this reason, he felt like maybe he should capture the witch instead of killing her. Although she had grown to be a lot more powerful than the last time he had met her and capturing her might prove dangerous to himself. Still, he knew he had to do something. There was no way he was going to allow himself to be locked up again. It just wasn't an option, it could't be.
See, there was something about the curse that no one knew about. A part of his other half, Angel, allowed himself to lose his soul. It was possible for him to stop it. There was a way for him to not let himself be happy, he could hold it in if he truly wanted to. But he didn't. And why didn't he? Because a part of him wanted to be free of the curse. A part of him wanted to allow Angelus to roam free. To be free of the burden of redemption and all of his broodiness.
Angelus remembered the night he had recently lost his soul. Unfortunately there was another downer to being locked inside his other half's body. He could see everything Angel seen, he could feel everything he felt. It angered him to feel the love for the slayer, for Buffy. However he did, he felt every second of it. The longing and the love towards her. Fortunately for him, he was able to twist it once he was unleashed. Instead of feeling love for her he felt an obsession. He felt an obsession to taste her blood, to cause her pain. The slayer felt as if it was still love but it wasn't. He had no soul, he couldn't possibly feel love for anyone if he wanted to.
Sometimes he felt Angel within in, begging for him not to do the things that he was doing. Begging for the lives of the innocent that Angelus took. Begging him to stop this madness and let him free. He was able to ignore it most of the time, though it annoyed the hell out of him to have to do so. No matter which one of them was controlling their life, the other was always within; watching and waiting for their turn. Angelus was determined not to allow Angel out, never again to protect the innocent. They didn't deserve protection. They were pathetic, they didn't even deserve to breath. Their very existence angered him and he wished he could eradicate them all together. If the situation ever arose, he would do so, even if it meant sacrificing himself.
While inside watching Angel, it felt as if he was watching a movie. As if he could see and feel everything but he had no control over any of it. He screamed within to be let free, to stop it. He had begged Angel to take the slayer. Not to kill her, but to make love to her all those years ago. He had known that if he did it would allow him to be let loose. Angel hadn't known that this would happen, but Angelus had. He had pleaded with him to just take her. Finally the vampire had given in and done so. Unfortunately the witch had gotten the best of him last time, but she would not do so again. He wouldn't let her, he would snap her neck before she even had the chance.
It was getting later now, almost eleven o' clock by now though he wasn't exactly keeping track. He was at the slayer's boarding house, staying hidden in the shadows. He had known that she would come. The moment she stepped into the house, he heard her. He felt her presence. All of the good within her sickened him. It drove him mad just sensing it within her. She strolled through the house, seeing his scenery. He could feel the pain within her, he wanted to roll in it. Soon he would be dancing in her grave and he couldn't wait for that moment.
After what seemed like ages she finally came to him. He watched from the shadows as she stepped into the room, a tear streaking down her cheek. It seemed as if every ounce of guilt and remorse in the world was present in her, inside this one girl. The weight of the world was on her shoulders, as were the girls before her's deaths. He relished in her pain, he couldn't help but smile as he watched the tear slide down onto her neck. He sat back for a moment, allowing it all to sink into her. Allowing her to see what she was responsible for her, the scene that he created for her. Once it seemed she had read his message he finally stepped forward.
Stepping out of the shadows, he stood behind her, though he wasn't sure if she realized yet. A smug look on his face he simply studied her for a moment. "Hi, lover" he finally spoke softly. The slayer spun to face him, seeming to already have known he would be waiting for her here. He felt proud seeing the pain present in her eyes, he felt a small smile tugging at his cheeks but he disallowed it to appear for the moment. He took a few steps closer to her, sensing how hard her breaths her. "Was it good for you?" [/color] he asked softly. There was a time long ago where he had written this message to her. He had written it on the wall and now, he wanted to bring those memories to her mind. He wanted her to remember all of the things he had done. On a side note, he wondered if she knew what he had done to her fellow slayer. He had left Faith for her, bloodied and drained, to serve as yet another message. He had done the same to Spike only last night. Sincerely he hoped that she enjoyed his messages. As he stood before her, he daringly took another step towards her to move in closer. His hand reached up to her face, wiping away her tear. "Did you miss me?"[/color] he asked with a serious face, though of course it was all only part of the game.[/blockquote][/color] -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,117 Inspiration: This video.Notes: The rest of mine won't be this long etiher.[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 2, 2012 11:19:25 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She stood and stared at the horror, not really sure what to do about it. God these small girls were just that, girls. They were young girls and she had neglected to protect them. It was sad that she was thankful that all five of the ones here had no families, which was one of the reasons they were here in the first place. Usually most potentials chose to go to Rome as it was easier to explain to their parents that they were going away to a boarding school rather than why all of a sudden they were hanging out with these older people and staying out until all hours of the night.
However the girls that had been staying in the boarding house were different. There were five of them, all of whom were now in her room, murdered in cold blood. Mary, the oldest one who was 23, only a year and a half younger than Buffy herself, was one of the ones who had the most training. She had been with her for about four months and was coming along swimmingly in her training. Mary’s parents had been older when they had her, being that they had tried for years before finally being blessed with their miracle child. Unfortunately they had been killed in a car accident only a year ago and Mary had never fully recovered. When she had been called as a potential slayer, she had jumped at the chance to do something with her life, and had thrown herself into her training. So it didn’t surprise her just from the marks on her from what the blonde slayer could see it was clear that she had put up most of the fight. She cringed when she saw the blood on her hands, and realized with a start that the bloody handprints were hers.
The second oldest in the group was Maggie. Maggie was 21, and a pistol. She was one of those girls that you could sear was in a gang until you got to know her and realized it was just her outward exterior. Maggie was a sweet girl with a good heart but looked a little rough, though after learning about her childhood the blonde slayer didn’t question why. She had heard all about Maggie’s life, how she had been shuffled from group home to group home, had lived on the streets for a time or two before being placed with her biological father after he was awarded custody only to be slapped around at every turn. It was no surprise to Buffy that Maggie was pretty sufficient in fight tactics being that she had a lot of practice at keeping herself alive.
Sarah, the middle child was clearly that, the middle child. She was pretty much the peacekeeper of the group. Mary and Maggie tended to argue a bit and Sarah tended to jump in the middle to sort everything out. Sarah was only 18 but had lived a fairly hard life, though not to the extremes that Maggie had. Sarah had been adopted at two by a set of nice people according to the story Buffy had been told.
Unfortunately there had been a robbery gone wrong when Sarah was 10 and the couple who adopted her were both killed, thus landing Sarah back into foster care. From there she had been fostered several times but never adopted being that by the age 10 you were looked at as too old and no one wanted to adopt you, everyone wanted babies. By the time she was 18 (which had only been a few months prior to being called) she had saved up enough money to get out on her own and she had never looked back.
Before she could think of the last two girls that had died because she hadn’t had the thought to protect them, she heard a noise from behind her. Her eyes widened slightly but she stayed in a casual position, knowing that she couldn’t make the first move. She turned around to her original position and was not at all surprised to see Angelus standing there with a smirk. She heard his statement about hi lover but for once she didn’t respond. Usually she would answer with a smirk of her own, replying with the same. She had always thought it was a bit ironic that they called each other lovers, since technically they had made love a total of one time (if you didn’t count the forgotten day which she didn’t since Angel had been human which Angelus hadn’t been present at all for that). It seemed almost a pet name for him to call her lover, to remind her that it was because of her that he was free. It used to tear at her when he had been free the first time because it had been her fault…however this time it couldn’t be blamed on her.
Okay, well technically it could but not in the way it could have been the last time. This time was a lot different. She hadn’t known that Angel would feel that amount of perfect happiness just by holding her and Kathy in his arms. If she would have known that she would have never allowed it to happen. She did know that this time before Angel’s soul was restored she had to figure out a way to make it permanent. It was the only way Angel would feel at all safe around his younger sister again and that was if he knew that Angelus would never come back.
She focused her attention to Angelus once more, knowing she couldn’t afford to get lost in her thoughts. Any other opponent and it might be different, but Angelus was cunning, sadistic, and knew her well enough to make him her toughest opponent. She had fought physically stronger beings before but none of them had compared to Angelus. Even Glory, who had essentially been the cause of her (second) death, had not held a candle to Angelus. Not only did the 240 plus year old vampire know every one of her strengths and weaknesses being that Angel had helped her train and had patrolled with her enough times to know her like a drop of a hat. No, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that he wore the love of her life’s face, and that in itself ensured that unless he did something insane that she couldn’t kill him.
She had been prepared to kill him when he was trying to open the world into hell, but it had taken something like that to get her ready to do the job, and she wasn’t even able to do that. Instead she had to send her lover, her Angel, to hell in his place.
She heard Angelus’ witty comment and didn’t even think about it, she simply backhanded him, sending him flying into the wall. “No, in fact I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again…unfortunately here you are.” She stated, her glare intense and would have sent any lesser being running from her, but no, not Angelus, she knew that it wouldn’t, but her glare wouldn’t leave her face.
Word Count:: 1,242
Tag:: Angelus
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Oh good, it Buffy and Angelus…it’s Bangelus! God help us! Everyone may want to run! Not sure the house will survive this confrontation! Btw, not every post has to be this long. I just sorta got on a tangent that I really didn’t expect to.
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Post by angel on Apr 2, 2012 17:52:01 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As the slayer turned around, he couldn't wipe the smug look off of his face even if he had wanted to. No, he enjoyed seeing her in plain. In fact he quite honestly relished in it. Never had he enjoyed hurting anyone as much as he enjoyed hurting her. He had had conquests before, he had set challenges for himself. One of his favorite hobbies included making people as miserable as he possibly could. It was something that not a lot of vampires took pride in. Most of them killed only to feed. Angelus was different, he enjoyed the killing part more than the actual feeding part. In fact he more so enjoyed the torturing part. Whether torturing mentally or physically didn't matter to him, he enjoyed both.
One of his biggest successes had been Drusilla. When he had first seen her she'd been the daughter of a Priest. She was innocent and pure, just how he preferred them. The girl had never hurt a fly nor had she ever even thought about harming one. One of the things that drew him to her, along with the innocence of course, had been her abilities. She had been able to see things before they happened. Though she wasn't a full on psychic, she definitely had potential. Drusilla could also read aura's in a way. She was able to judge character better than anyone he'd ever seen. This was one of the many reasons that he chose her over others.
Angelus didn't turn many of his victims over the years. Rarely did he ever find someone that he felt worthy enough to carry his bloodline, to be his progeny. Drusilla however was immaculate to him. She was untouched and perfect in a way. This fact made him obsessed with the poor girl. He had never been physically attracted to her, only attracted to her pureness and her abilities. His mission from the day he seen her was to make her into one of his kind. Angelus was all about irony, and what was more ironic than a Priest's daughter full of good and pureness becoming a demon without a soul? There was nothing quite more ironic in his book, not that he could think of anyways.
And so the one with the angelic face made it his determination to turn her. However he didn't just turn her, no that wouldn't explain her current site. Instead he first drove her insane. He killed all of her loved ones and placed their bodies on display for her. He made her delusional and forced her to hallucinate. The vampire showed her his face, his true, demonic face and it frightened her so badly that it drove her off the edge. Once she had completely lost it, that was when he put an end to her suffering.
Once she had lost all faith was when he finally decided to turn her. After she had turned and awoken, he discovered that by forcing her to become insane he had hindered her abilities. Unfortunately that had been his project's only drawback. Hindered abilities or not, they traveled together with Darla for quite some time. In a way, he sort of felt fatherly to the girl. However that didn't stop him from sleeping with her over a hundred years later, once she wasn't such a daughterly figure to him any longer. Spike had never found out about it, neither had Darla. This was just another one of the things that he hid, as he did most things.
Realizing that he had internally gone off focus, he shook away all thoughts of Drusilla and focused back on the situation at hand. He hadn't been able to help it, sometimes he missed his Dru. The vampire could tell by the look on her face that she was trying to be strong. She was trying very hard, to keep up good faith, to keep hope. However he knew that it wouldn't last. No, after spending a bit more time with him her faith would come crashing down. This time he refused to be defeated, he refused to go back into his cage. His cage withheld who he truly was; a monster. The other being that wore his face was a worthless being. One that in his opinion didn't deserve to exist. If possible, he hoped to eradicate his other half completely. He knew that the slayer would be thinking the exact same thing, only the other way around.
Luckily for him, he had thought ahead. He wasn't sure if she knew just yet but he'd paid the magic shop in Mystic Falls a little visit, earlier that night. A carrier had been making a delivery to the shop owner, Julie. It had been one that he had been expecting from the get go. Buffy had ordered an orb of thesulah. It was the only thing that could bring back his soul. He didn't want his soul back, he hoped to have it permanently disappear all together. Due to this he had in fact killed the carrier and intercepted the orb, crushing it until it was dust with a large amount of anger. He wasn't going to let that witchy little bitch re-ensoul him, he couldn't let that happen.
As the slayer's hand hit his cheek with an impossible amount of force, he felt himself fly backwards and land against a wall. As he slid down to the floor, he only chuckled at her. The vampire stood up quickly and brushed his pants off, smiling the entire time. "Come on Buffy, you know that isn't true" he said giving her the puppy dog eyes. He was still wearing Angel's face and he hoped to use that to his advantage. He was still feeling the effects of the potential's blood, along with Faith's know as well. She would certainly tire out faster than he would. Back on his feet he strolled over to her nonchalantly. Now right back where he had been to begin with, standing directly in front of her. He moved even closer just then until their lips were almost touching. "One last kiss?" [/color] he said, peeling the smile off of his face to give his best "Angel face". He was indeed trying to mess with her mind, and was loving every minute of it. If she chose to hit him again that was just fine. He knew he could go hours longer than her and he was trying to tire her out.[/blockquote][/color] -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,091 Inspiration: This video.Notes: -----[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 3, 2012 23:52:30 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She stared into his cruel eyes and she wanted to cringe away from them. Gone were the chocolate eyes that she could lose herself into. The eyes that she could literally see the beautiful, good soul deep within him. The eyes that she could get lost into for hours, because she knew exactly how they were feeling. The eyes that spoke volumes even when he didn’t have anything to say because either he just didn’t want to vocalize his feelings or he truly didn’t understand them. The eyes that she could see the hope, love, fear, pain, guilt. Everything that truly made Angel, Angel.
Now however, all she saw was the cold detachment that made it clear as day that he wasn’t Angel. She wasn’t sure how anyone could ever mistake Angelus for Angel, though she knew she was one of the few around that could actually distinguish between the two. Angelus paraded around in Angel’s body but anyone who knew either one of the could easily tell the difference. Angelus eyes were the real teller though. It was clear that there was no soul behind those chocolate eyes. They were beautiful in their own way, but told of how deadly he was with just one glance.
She tried to keep her focus on what lie ahead but it was hard to do so when she had a hard time looking at her opponent. Her mind and heart were warring with one another and it was not a feeling that she liked to have, though it was extremely familiar in its self. Her head was the one that made the most sense if the situation was anywhere near normal. It screamed out at her that this vampire was older than her (which wasn’t difficult seeing as she was only in her twenties), had two hundred plus years of fighting experience that she didn’t have, and could easily hurt her if she wasn’t careful.
Her heart however, was the one she had listened to time and time again when it came to this man. Her heart begged her to think about what would happen to it if she hurt him. She knew she had to put him down so to speak, but her heart wouldn’t let her forget the times they had spent together. The times that she had laid next to him with her head on his chest, wishing she could feel his heart beat but also liking the fact that he would never leave her because of something so mortally human such as cancer or a brain tumor.
Her heart wouldn’t let her forget the fact that just yesterday she and Angel had laid in the bed that now three dead girls were in and talked about how they were going to try and make things work (not that they hadn’t had that same conversation a hundred times). Her heart wouldn’t let her forget that while laying in bed with him and Kathy, that they had felt like their own little family. Her on one side and Kathy on the other, knowing that they were protected through the night by their dark angel would loved them more than words could say.
She hated looking at him, knowing all these things, but being who and what he was, she had to keep her focus, it could be her death if she didn’t.
She watched as he stood up after she threw him into the wall. His mocking voice sending chills down her spine and splinters in her heart, but she held her ground. She would not let him see her fall apart as he had in the past. No. She was stronger than she had been. She was fierce, a fighter, and she would not let anyone, especially not Angelus, bring her down. That small part of her heart screamed that even though he had done this, she still loved him, but she fought it down. It was true unfortunately, she did love him. She loved the soul, she loved the demon. They were all part of the man that she loved. Unfortunately the man she loved was a bit complicated and this was the outcome of said complication.
She could see what he was doing, trying to use his face against her. It was a weird notion in itself because in the past it had worked. She could still remember the things that he had spoken to her back when, could still hear his mocking voice telling her that the worst part of everything was pretending that he loved her. She knew better now, knew that things had happened between them that would forever link them, both soul and demon. She couldn’t fight it, but that meant neither could he. She would definitely use that to her benefit.
The blonde slayer smirked at him, trying to hide the pain in her eyes but knowing she probably wasn’t doing a good job. It didn’t matter, as long as she kept him from hurting anyone else, it wouldn’t matter. “Sure lover.” She stated before gripping his shirt and pulling him into a scorching kiss. She knew how he felt about her, knew how he had been appalled by the fact that they had kissed and how he felt love when he had her in his arms when they were possessed by the spirits who had died in Sunnydale High School all those years ago during the Sadie Hawkins dance. Spike had let her in on a lot of little secrets that she hadn’t know before.
She would use those to figure out a way to subdue him. She knew that she couldn’t fight him, at least not right now. She could, but there was a good chance she would lose. On a normal day she was stronger, Angel had admitted that to her time and time again. However he was full of not only potential blood, but from the text message that Willow had sent her, he had also come up against Faith, biting her as well. She wouldn’t acknowledge the ping of jealousy that went through her when she heard that he had marked another woman, wouldn’t even think about it.
She knew her lips would be bruised later on from the harshness of this kiss, but at that moment she didn’t care. She felt like a monster herself and all it took was one look at the potentials on the bed before she came to her senses, though she wouldn’t admit the kiss touched a darkness in her that she didn’t want to admit that she had. She couldn’t dwell on it now though, she had to think of a strategy.
Before she could get sucked in again she pushed him off of her, giving him a quick right hook in the face. “How’s my kissing lover? Has it improved?” She asked, her tiny hands on her hips, though her entire stance radiated power.
Word Count:: 1,242
Tag:: Angelus
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: *Stares at this post* DO NOT ask me where this friggin post came from! I don’t know what’s going through her mind…I really don’t. *Stares at my Buffy muse* I think you need a cold shower darling.
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Post by angel on Apr 4, 2012 20:14:15 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The look on her face when he chuckled at her attack was absolutely priceless. Already he could tell that he still had quite an effect on her. He always had, it didn't surprise him now one bit. After all soul or not it seemed that she felt no different. She had disputed it years ago when they'd met but he had known it wasn't true. He had known that no matter whose face he wore, that she loved him. For this he hated her with a fiery passion that only existed specifically for her. He couldn't say that she didn't occupy his mind. Constantly he thought about her. About where she was, how he would make her meet her end, how he'd finally do her in. It was an unhealthy obsession; even for a demon.
There was something different about her than when he'd seen her last. Although she was still the same old slayer he noticed several differences. Where she had previously had laugh lines, they were now full of worry. Her eyes showed an oldness that her face didn't, though a fierceness at the same time. Her eyes told of all her pain and her determination all at once. He would break her down eventually but he suspected it might take more work this time than last. This time he might really have to think about it. Or, he could just snap her neck. He was feeling quite powerful at the moment. Having sucked the power right out of a handful of slayers, Faith included, he felt a sense of a euphoric state. The power ran through his veins; it coursed through with an unnatural speed. He felt like he was on top of the world right now, king of the hill.
There was a smirk present on her face, one that hadn't been there at first. No matter how hard she tried to put on a strong face, her eyes were always her tell. They told an entirely different story than her smirk did. They showed her true weakness. As they looked into each other's eyes, he seen what she was really feeling. He could see the hurt and despair present within her and he enjoyed seeing it. If he was lucky, he'd get to cause some more for her. In a way he didn't really want to kill her.
If he really thought about it, he never had. Honestly he'd had plenty of choices the first time around. Many times she'd come close to killing him but hadn't been able to go through with it. It had been the same for him, he'd had just as many chances if not more. It wasn't that he wanted her to live because she was a pain in his ass. No, it was more or less that they both just enjoyed the games they both played. Both of them enjoyed the banter back and forth, the tension when they fought. He was obsessed with her whether or not he would ever actually admit it. If she were to truly die, he didn't know what he'd do to pass the time. Currently he'd spent all of his newly found time making her life miserable. Killing the potentials and nearly killing both Spike and Faith, simply to try and break her. Whether he was Angel or Angelus at the moment, it all seemed to link back to her. It always had and this fact bothered him immensely.
Her next move truly surprised him. He had expected her to hit him again, to throw him around a bit. In fact he'd been hoping that she would respond in such a way. His plan had originally been to tire her out. However now as she pulled him in for a kiss, he decided he'd roll with it. Either which way it was going to make it easier for him to end her. He knew he would probably just leave her near death and not actually take her, but still. Hell maybe he'd even turn her, wouldn't that be ironic? Not only for her to become the thing she'd hunted for so long, but to be turned by the man she'd loved for so long? That made a great story if he'd ever known one.
The slayer's lips came onto his with a power only seen in slayers. He met hers with a power of his own, his lips crashing down onto hers hardly. His kiss was full of all the hatred he felt for her. Pure disgust, and yet so much passion at the same time. One of his hands went to the small of her back, pulling her roughly against his bodice. They went on like this for a few moments before he just couldn't take it anymore. His face pulled away from hers and changed instantly, becoming his demon's face. Vampire visage and all, he forced his lips back down onto hers hardly.
His hands held onto her tightly as he whirled around and slammed her against a wall. Their tongues met each other furiously fighting against one another before finally growing in sync and dancing together. It seemed like forever had passed by the time she finally broke away. As he too realized what had been happening, he felt angered by it. It seemed like Angel was in his head more than he had known. He was pissed that he'd allowed this to happen, disgusted. His eyes widened as he looked at her standing there with a smug look on her face. She thought she was winning this game, but this was far from the truth.
Angelus snarled at her, hearing her comment back to him. His face was still the face of a demon and he didn't plan on changing back anytime soon. Even if he had wanted to, he wasn't sure if he could, he was too angry. "Eh, I've had better" he told her with a smirk. "You have nothing on good ole' Faithy" [/color] he then added to hurt her even further. Knowing she would retaliate, he struck first. His palm went to her chest with an unnatural amount of strength. He chuckled as she slammed into the wall and a couple pieces of ceiling tile caved in above her and she slumped down below him. He honestly wasn't sure if the house would survive this encounter.[/blockquote][/color] -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,072 Inspiration: This video.Notes: -----[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 4, 2012 20:49:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She couldn’t believe how her lips tingled after that kiss. The bruising that she already felt from it but for some reason she couldn’t allow herself to regret it. She had thought about it over the years. She had never spoken about it to anyone before, though it had been in the back of her mind since the beginning. Angelus had always occupied a part of her heart since the first moment she had laid eyes on him. He was a part of the man she loved and that was all there was to it…which really was an unfortunate circumstance for her.
She had tried to tell Angel this before but she didn’t think he ever really got it through his head what exactly she meant. She had told him that she loved every part of him, and that included the demon, but she wasn’t sure if it ever really sank in that she truly did love both of them. She couldn’t remember who had said it (hell it could have been in a dream for all she knew) but someone had accused her of having a threesome with Angel and Angelus. It honestly was true though. Her heart belonged to Angel in every way…and the demon was a part of him, no matter how badly he tried to deny it.
She had once thought about what it would be like to be with Angel…Angelus…. with no soul. Both emotionally and biblically. She wasn’t a moron, she was a slayer for god’s sake. She could see the hatred in his eyes, but she could also see the passion, the lust, the hunger, and the need. She could identify with all of those emotions because everything he felt, she felt it right back. She hated him for what he had done not only to the potentials, but what he had done to Giles, not only the torturing him but also killing Jenny. She hated him for what he had allowed Drusilla to do to Kendra, to Willow, to Xander. She hated him for what he did to her, by torturing her. But most of all she hated him because of what he had done to Angel himself. He tortured Angel with thoughts of his past. A past that truly wasn’t Angel’s to have to share and yet he had to because of the demon that lived inside him. He had to have the memories of Angelus’ victims screams in his head at all times, and she hated Angelus for that.
Unfortunately there was a fine line between hate and love, and she had a feeling she was smack dab in the middle of it. Where her hate seethed inside her with a burning passion, there was also another kind of passion. The one that made her want to let him take her into his arms and just do whatever he wanted to her. She knew it wouldn’t be like Angel. It wouldn’t gentle, with words filled with love and promise. It would be violent, angry, though there still may be a whisper of love, because in reality, she did love him. She loved the man and the monster. It was the first time she had ever truly remembered feeling like what she was. She remembered the outrage she had felt when she found that her power was rooted in demonic power…but she could feel it now. It was always there, but like Angel, she ignored it as best she could. With Angelus though, it fought to break free, and for a moment, just one moment, she honestly wanted to let it.
She could still feel the bruising against her lips as he shoved her into a wall. She let out a gasp as her back hit it, but it wasn’t from pain, but from pleasure. As she came to her senses she saw it but couldn’t seem to duck from it as she was pushed again up against the wall, this time though it wasn’t a pleasurable gasp that left her, it was a gasp that clearly stated she had the breath knocked out of her. His comment about Faith being a better kisser hurt her but she knew she had set herself up for something in response to her question so she really wasn’t surprised that he had retiated, though she was a bit surprised he used Faith instead of someone like Darla or Drusilla…but then again, he knew it would hurt more.
However, two could play at that game. She could tell he was just as affected by their kisses as she was, though he hid it better. Must be the two plus centuries he had to perfect his skills. She stood up, dusting the bits of plaster that had fallen on her when Angelus had pushed her into the wall the second time. She knew she’d have a bruise on her chest where he had pushed her but she ignored it, knowing she would most likely be bruised and bloody after this confrontation either way, so might as well ignore it for the time being.
Well, two could play at that game. He really wanted to go there with her? Alright. Let the games begin. “Oh yeah? Well lover if it makes you feel any better…Spike’s a better kisser. Seems even though he’s younger he’s honed his technique a little better than you have.” She stated with a smirk, her eyes watching his every move carefully.
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Note:: Okay, wtf. Where do we come up with this stuff?!
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Post by angel on Apr 5, 2012 20:24:55 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The kisses they had shared echoed through him, sending a wave of pure passion right alongside them. He wasn't sure why he was even doing this at the moment. Angelus didn't have a soul, he cared about no one other than himself. However he simply assumed that he was getting better at playing the game. If he hadn't, then why would she had leapt at him like a bitch in heat? Obviously he was doing something right. Perhaps he'd even be able to wind her down so much that she would lie down her guard for a moment. Not for too long but just long enough for him to make his move. It wouldn't be just any move either. No, this would be his final move. His face would be the last thing the slayer would see and for that, he felt himself growing a bit antsy.
The fire in her eyes had softened the longer they kissed. Now it seemed that she was more interested in this than killing him, which is what he had wanted all along. She didn't seem to be thinking of all the horrible things he'd done. Killing Jenny Calendar and torturing Giles all those years ago. Stalking her and Willow in the middle of the night. Drawing them both and leaving the pictures by their bed, just because he knew it would frighten them. The night in the school where he'd played on her emotions, though it had been due to a spell. He'd been forced to have his own emotions that night too, though he wouldn't admit that.
She had forgotten about him killing all of her potentials only nights ago. About him bashing Spike and then staking him as well, though not killing him, but leaving him as a message to her. Brutally beating Faith to death and using her as a message as well. Soon she would also find out about the orb of thesulah, which she didn't seem to be thinking about either. No matter what way you looked at it it seemed that she had completely tossed morals and logic out of the window. As a matter of fact, it seemed that he had forgotten all logic as well. He was an almost three hundred year old vampire without a soul kissing the very slayer he'd come to kill. It was almost like something you'd see on the television it was so outrageous.
As the slayer knocked back into the wall, she seemed a bit in shock at what he had just done. Heh, who wouldn't be? One second they were making out and the next he was swatting her into the wall like a fly. The ceiling caved in a bit as she fell and the piece dropped into her lap. When she stood off she then brushed off her pants as well, which had gotten drywall on them. As he watched her he couldn't believe that such a tiny girl held so much power. He felt like the slayers should look more intimidating than they did. Something else he'd noticed? They were almost always beautiful as well. Maybe this was all part of the powers that be's plan's to lure in demons and vampires for them to slay. He honestly had no clue he was just speculating.
She made her way over to him, still working to brush herself off. Although she didn't seem to be in pain just yet she would be soon enough. He would have his way with her, one way or another. It would either involve one of two things. One, he would simply beat her until she could no longer walk and then either drain her or turn her. Or two, he'd simply have sex with her first and then do the same. Either way he was going to get the job done, he had to. He was going to be royally pissed off if he'd kissed her for nothing. The taste of slayer's lips on yours wasn't something he ever wanted to taste again. Well alright, maybe he did. He was still going to kill her.
The retaliation from her didn't hurt him, though it kind of pissed him off. He didn't particularly have many feelings other than anger. Maybe confused sometimes, possibly frustrated, possibly excited. Other than that? Nothing. Nothing what so ever. So hearing her comment about Spike didn't make him jealous in the least bit. He couldn't be made jealous over her because he didn't love her, it was that simple, whether she wanted to admit that to herself or not. "Did William finally get the chance to bang the slayer? Good for him" he said coldly. He wanted it to be perfectly clear that he couldn't care less about her. A chuckle came from within the vampire though it wasn't a very loud one. He pushed all of her hair away from her face, revealing her neck on one side. His fingers traced over the place he would later sink his teeth into. "Why Miss Summers, your beautiful" [/color] he said, knowing the words would remind her of a frightening time in her life. Not wanting to leave it at that, he put his knuckles under her chin to lift it up to look at him. "You'll look even better in the ground..."[/color] he told her with a smile full of pearly whites. As soon as the words finally left his lips, he threw a right hook towards the girl's jaw. He knew that she'd be quick enough to block it, that was no question. Luckily for him this right hook was only meant as a distraction. As she blocked it with her forearm and leaned into him a bit, he sent a punch with his other fist into her ribs which had been the true target the entire time. He wasn't quite sure why but he rather enjoyed hearing the ribs on someone crack and make a crunching noise. [/blockquote][/color] -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,009 Inspiration: This video.Notes: -----[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 6, 2012 9:43:45 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Ugh, where the hell was her head? She was making out with a fucking monster! Sure a monster that wore the face of her lover whom she loved more than anyone in the entire world. She knew this realistically, but she also knew that it was something different. Even if she closed her eyes and walked away, she knew there would still be something pulling her back to him. It wasn’t as strong as it was when Angel was around but it was still there. It was true what she had told Angel on the forgotten day, that she could feel him inside, and it threw her. It was the same with Angelus, and that honestly scared her more than anything else.
She had once thought that it was Angel’s soul that called to her. She had known from a very early time that she could feel him when he was around. There were nights when he was supposed to be ‘staying away from her’ after leaving her with a cryptic message that he had walked away and yet she could swear she was being watched at night while patrolling the cemeteries alone. She knew that when he had been in Sunnydale she had never truly been alone, no matter he liked to kid himself on how stealthy he was. The same could be said with Angelus. When he had been in control back in Sunnydale all those years ago, she had always known when he was around. If she mentioned this to Giles she knew he would say that it was because of the fact that her slayer senses were warning her that a powerful vampire was around. That wasn’t the case. Her vampire sense and her…Angel sense…and her Angelus sense were all different feelings. They were similar but she could always tell the difference, it was another way she could tell the two apart.
Her vampire sense was powerful. She could sense when vampires were around and usually could tell exactly where they were, though sometimes she ignored it. It felt as if her entire body was struck with lightning and her hands shook for the need to be able to take them out. It was a weird feeling and anyone but a slayer would be extremely scared by the sensation, but as a slayer it almost excited her, though not to the extent it seemed to excite some others…Her Angel sense was a warm feeling that tingled throughout her body. It struck her straight in her heart and in her soul, letting her know that she was not alone, that someone was watching out for her. Every time she felt it she was at ease (with the exception of Thanksgiving a few years back when she started to think she was losing her mind) knowing that someone out there was watching out for her, making sure that she was safe. She also knew when she felt it just how loved she was. There were times when he was able to sneak up on her (like when he saved her from Caleb) but it was because she was distracted in a fight, however usually her Angel sense overpowered the rest.
The Angelus sense she seemed to have was different. It wasn’t warm, but it didn’t scare her like the vampire sense did. It concerned her, because realistically she knew that Angelus could kill her in 1,000 different ways if he got his hands on her in just the right spot, but at the same time she didn’t think that he would actually do the deed. He had an all access pass to her house for over a month before Willow found a spell to reverse the invitation ritual and he had never done anything to hurt her. All he did was leave presents in her bed, granted they were supposed to hurt her, but still. Why hadn’t he just drained her dry then? It was simple, because he couldn’t.
She knew that he hated her, she hated him too. But there was a fine line between love and hate and while the demon would never admit it, she knew that a part of him loved her. She remembered Spike telling her that Angelus had once told him and Drusilla that in order to kill her…there was one thing he had to do. To kill this girl, you have to love her. It was unfortunately the truth and it was unnerving that her greatest enemy happened to know her greatest weakness, but at the same time it didn’t surprise her.
All these thoughts were going through her head as she stood there, waiting for his next move after commenting on Spike. She could see the smirk on his face and for a moment wondered if he was simply playing with her. Okay, so she knew he was. That was Angelus’ MO but she could still tell this wasn’t his usual game. Angelus was an artist with his kills in every sense of the word, it didn’t take but one glance at the scene behind her to realize that, but at the same time this was a bit over the top even for him. He hated her, it was common knowledge, but not for the reasons one suspected. He didn’t hate her because she was stronger, no, in most cases he would respect her because she was a worthy opponent. Angelus had never liked to do things easy…that wasn’t the game he liked to play. No, he hated her because she made him feel. He could feel Angel’s love for her when he was in control and someone it had trickled down to him as well. She had a feeling that if a demon busted his way into this house and attempted to kill her, Angelus would take it out. Not because of his protective instincts, no, but because of his possessive ones. He felt that if someone was going to kill her it was going to be him. Though again, she didn’t truly believe he would ever do it.
She could see the anger in his eyes and she knew why. It didn’t surprise her. She knew the Spike comment would piss him off because of his ego, not because of jealously. She knew this, and yet deep down she had wanted to see some reaction to it. She hated herself for that feeling because she knew that she would never get it. God why was her heart and body playing with her this way? Couldn’t this be like any normal kill? Stake and move on, wasn’t that what Giles said before? She thought she remembered him using different terminology that she had always found vaguely dirty but either way, the thought was the same. So why couldn’t she kill him? Was it because of the fact that he wore Angel’s face? No. She didn’t think so. She knew what Angel would want…he would tell her to kick his ass from here to next week and then shove a stake where it couldn’t be removed. She could almost hear him telling her that, and yet she couldn’t do it. Because she was in love with Angel? No. It was because she was in love with both…and she was loathed to admit how much hat knowledge lifted a burden off her shoulders only to be replaced with another one.
Angelus’ cruel words about Spike finally getting in her pants didn’t do what they had intended. They didn’t piss her off because she had already regretted her actions with Spike, and she had been forward with the blonde vampire about that. She had needed something, anything, to make her feel again. Granted, after analyzing herself one night with her psychology books next to her she had realized that what she was craving was Angel and she had used the next best thing, but she wouldn’t tell Angelus that, wouldn’t give him the ammunition.She rolled her eyes. “Yeah well, you know how it goes. All those late night patrol sessions turned into something more…Oh…wait…you don’t. You never got to taste it.” She stated, almost cringing at how…Faith-like she sounded, but knowing she couldn’t let her true feelings show. It was one thing for Angelus to know that she loved Angel, it was a while other one to have him know that she loved him. No, she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
She tried to stay away, tried to keep her distance, but as soon as his fingers touched her neck she felt herself come undone. She knew what he was doing; she wasn’t oblivious to his desires. She knew he was staring at her neck, though her eyes were half way closed. She knew that he was currently tracing the large vein in her neck, wondering what it would be like to sink his teeth into it. She knew that Angelus had tasted her blood once before, though it was through Angle when she saved his life…and she knew he most likely couldn’t wait to taste it again. He wouldn’t get the opportunity. She swore she wouldn’t let this game of cat and mouse go that far, and she hoped she stood by that conviction. She heard his words commenting that she was beautiful, but she ignored them. She knew what he was doing, trying to throw her, but she wouldn’t let it work. She was stronger than she had been, stronger than she had even realized. She had fought and defeated things that were older than him, stronger, and while he might be her greatest opponent, he was nowhere near as strong as those she had defeated before and after him.
She felt her chin being risen and she glared at his words, though they did take her off guard. She was used to his death threats, so why this one bothered her so much she didn’t know. It struck her hard and fast, it was the fact that she had already been in the ground once before. She had at one time wished to be put back there, because that meant her essence would not be on this earth anymore…but now. Now she was glad to be back, glad to be here, and she wouldn’t let him put her back where she had once wanted to be. No. She couldn’t let herself go like that, couldn’t let those she loved down, couldn’t let Angel down. “Oh yeah, and what would you do without me around? You know I’m your entertainment” She spat at him, with a smirk on her face that could rival his greatest ones.
She subconsciously blocked the right hook that he sent, but groaned when his fist hit her in the ribs. Shit, that was going to leave a mark. She didn’t hear anything crack and didn’t feel anything break, but that could also be the adrenalin running through her so god knows if it actually had. She’d deal with it later once this fight or whatever it was that they were currently having was over and she was back in the safety and comfort of her own apartment. She didn’t double over as she had wanted to, no, instead she reached out and took his hand, using it as leverage as she flipped over him before flipped him over and smiling when he landed on his back. She opened her mouth and the words flew out before she could help them. “You look good on your back. Maybe you should stay there.” She didn’t realize how the double meaning of those words sounded until after she had said them and she felt a pink blush staining her cheeks.
God what was wrong with her? Why was she behaving in this way? Her friends, everyone would be ashamed of her. A thought hit her and she tried to battle it back. Angel would be ashamed of her. She could feel the arousal coursing through her as well as anger, fear, love, and every other emotion she could think of, and yet she didn’t back away, she stood there, above him, staring at him. She was in a position where she could stop him. She was standing over his waist, one leg on either side, making sure he couldn’t sneak out from any way. However she had a feeling it wouldn’t be this easy. No, things were never this simple when it came to Angelus and her. They had always had a complicated past, just as her and Angel did, though clearly in a different way. So no, he wouldn’t let it end like this, though she didn’t know where he would take it.
Word Count::2,139
Tag:: Angelus
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Please don’t kill me? I totally didn’t mean for it to be this friggin long. Lol. I <3 you.
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Post by angel on Apr 6, 2012 23:22:49 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The passion between them was almost unbearable. The feeling of her lips on his made him want to gag, knowing that he was kissing a slayer. Not just a slayer but the slayer that had put him into the ground years ago. The same slayer that was constantly a very large pain in his ass. The slayer that thwarted almost every plan he ever had and continued to put him back into his cage. She hadn’t been there the last time he’d escaped, but her witchy friend had been. She’d been the one to do the spell after Faith sedated him. In a way, him nearly killing Faith had served as a bit of pay back for that exact incident. He had to admit though he’d enjoyed doing it and would have done it regardless of that incident.
But with passion, there was also a sense of hate within their lip lock. It wasn’t one-sided either, no, they definitely hated one another. He hated her for an array of reasons, as did she. The kisses they shared weren’t loving whatsoever. No the kisses they shared were hard and they were rough. It was something that even he couldn’t explain. The vampire hated this slayer more than anything else in the world, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from her. Couldn’t bring himself to tear his lips apart from hers, to break their kiss and step away from her. Eventually he had, though it had taken quite a bit of convincing himself to do so. For some reason he’d found it difficult to tear himself away and for that, he hated her even more.
Even if he only currently felt anger and hatred towards her, those were still feelings. He wouldn’t lie and say that some of Angel’s feelings hadn’t carried over to him for her. They had and he did feel a pang of something when he looked into her eyes, when their lips touched. The first time they’d touched tonight Angel had screamed out within, begged him not to. He was a possessive bugger, as was Angelus. Even if he didn’t want her he knew he didn’t want anyone else to, Spike included. It wasn’t something he planned on thinking about for long however; she would be dead soon enough. All of this years and he’d never been able to actually go through with it, though he hadn’t ever understood why. He suspected it was Angel who held him back from doing so. However this time would be different. He was absolutely determined not to be locked away this time, no matter the cost.
At hearing her comeback about Spike he only smirked, his smile growing wider the more she went on. Perhaps that been meant to make him jealous. The slayer was an odd girl and he knew that she honestly believed he loved her. He didn’t, and never would. Some of Angel’s love might be pressed onto him but he hadn’t come to that revelation of love all on his own, and he loathed the fact that Angel’s feelings were pressed onto him. He loathed the fact that Angel had such an effect on how he felt. This made him wonder if Angel felt what he did as well, if he felt the wanting to drain the slayer as well. It would only make sense that it went both ways, perhaps this was another reason why his counterpart found it so difficult to be around her all the time.
He shrugged his shoulders to her, his eyes narrowing and his brow curving. The two of them were still very close to one another. Even though she was pretending to be perfectly fine he knew that she wasn’t. He could hear her heart beating quickly, hear her shallow and quick breaths. She was reacting exactly like he’d expected her to. ”Your right, I never have..” he said, his voice trailing off. He then picked up a strand of her hair between her fingers. He twirled it a minute before laying it back down at the side of her face. ”Tonight, I will. If you play your cards right” [/color] he told her with a sexy smirk. Although she would definitely put up a fight he knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist and eventually would give in to her desires, as they were quite obvious thus far. The look on her face at hearing his threat warmed his undead heart. It seemed that finally something he’d said had really hurt her. Finally he had said something to take her down a notch. Even if only a small notch, it was something. He was on his mission to break her tonight by any means possible. Just as he’d expected, she blocked his first strike. However she hadn’t been anticipating his punch to her ribs as he had thought she would. The two of them knew each other well, they’d fought before and it’d been almost even. He knew she’d be a lot stronger now, years later. However he also knew that he would be as well. And with slayer’s blood in his system? He was basically unstoppable. Or at least, he certainly thought so. The groan from the slayer’s mouth was a satisfying noise to him. It meant that not only had he meant contact, but that it’d been a good hit. As he pulled back his punch he couldn’t help but chuckle at her earlier comment. ”Oh I’m sure I’d find someone to entertain me”[/color] he said in a snarky tone, making sure to emphasize that he’d find someone else. After all he didn’t want her thinking that she was somehow special to him, as she wasn’t. He simply wanted to make that fact very clear to her, whether or not she believed him didn’t matter. As long as he told her, that was all he cared about; knowing that he’d made the effort to at least say it. Before he realized what had happened, he was on his back. He made no effort to let her know that he’d been surprised, he hadn’t wanted to show his surprise. Instead he only continued the smirk that had been plastered on him all night long, since the moment he’d laid his eyes on her. ”I’m thinking you’d look better on yours”[/color] he said with a smirk. Quickly, before she could move away from him, he reached up and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her down on top of him. Next he rolled so that he was on top of her, their bodies pressed against each other. As she opened her mouth to protest, he smashed his lips onto hers roughly. If she wanted to play this game he would play it and by hell he’d give her a run for her money. [/blockquote][/color] -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,138 Inspiration: This video.Notes: This was much shorter than yours, but I think you'll like it nonetheless  [/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 8, 2012 20:30:59 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She waited to see what he would say to her comment about never feeling her. She knew that it would be some smart ass comment that she opened herself up for, but really she couldn’t help it. She didn’t know what was up with her tonight but she almost felt as if she was in some sort of trance because of him. She knew she wasn’t…as she knew what those felt like. She had done one once to try and figure out what was hurting her mom and while she had thought that it had been Dawn she had been wrong, but she still knew the effects and the way that it felt.
However her brain clearly wasn’t working correctly. All she wanted to do was…well…if she couldn’t be honest with herself than whom could she be honest with? She honestly wanted nothing more than to jump him. She wasn’t sure why she felt like this but something deep inside her wanted him to claim her. It wasn’t her heart, no that clearly wasn’t it. While yes she loved him, she also knew that her heart belonged to Angel. He was the one her heart truly yearned for so she knew this wasn’t her heart talking.No, it was different. This was primal, instinctive, animalistic. It was almost as if she couldn’t breathe without him near her, and while she had felt that way emotionally with Angel several times, it had never been on the physical plane that it was now. It honestly scared her to the point of wanting to bolt but her feet couldn’t seem to move. Almost as if they knew she would try to run and they knew that they had to keep her from doing so. She wanted to run, but at the same time her body wouldn’t let her.
She heard his comment finally and it was nothing more than what she had expected. Yes, she knew that tonight would be pivotal, but not in the way that she wished it would. She knew that it sounded like a teenagers fantasy but she wished that one kiss, one touch, and he would turn back into Angel again. She realistically knew that would never happen and a part of her was glad for that, because it would be wrong to touch Angelus only to find herself looking at Angel again. She loved Angel, but that wasn’t right.
No, in all actuality she sort of wished that by being with Angelus in the physical way that at that moment they both seemed to want, that it would not so much tame him, but at least calm him down a bit. She didn’t want him to be Angel…well…at least not much…but she wished she could find a happy medium between the deranged killer who loved to torture her and those she loved, and the beautiful man who had so much guilt weighing down on him that he felt as if he wasn’t worthy of anything resembling love.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who you asked or the way you looked at it, she knew that it wasn’t possible. Angelus was Angelus, Angel was Angel. They would never change, nor would they ever compromise. She knew that, but just like all childhood dreams, she couldn’t stop wishing for the impossible. If she was granted one wish right now it would be that the two parts of the man she loved would merge in a way that would make them both happy. Angel could realize the guilt that he had was not his, and Angelus would realize that there were other emotions out there than hatred and anger. Again, she knew it wasn’t possible…but that didn’t stop the desire that she felt for it.
She ignored his comment, knowing that no matter what she said it would come out as needy and that wasn’t what she wanted. She was giving up her edge. Oh what the hell was she talking about; she had given it up the moment she had allowed herself to kiss him that first time. He had her and she knew it. Could she truly defeat him? Could she do what need to be done in order to save herself and the world? She knew that answer to that and it wasn’t the answer that she had wished. No, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t kill him…she had never been able to. The one time she had was because the world was being sucked into hell. And even then, it hadn’t been Angelus that she had sent there, the one who actually deserved it…no…it had been Angel.
She knew she needed to stop thinking about this and start paying attention to her surroundings. She knew he had made a few more snarky comments but all she could concentrate on was the fact that she was standing over him and he was on his back. She opened her mouth to respond to whatever it was that he had said with a pun of her own but before she could she felt his arms grip her waist and pull her down onto him. She bit her lip to keep the groan of being this intimately close to him and before she knew it she was on her back. Ugh, this was not at all right. Something was definitely wrong with her. She wanted him, needed him like she needed air at that moment.
Before she knew it his lips were on hers and she moaned out, pushing herself up trying to feel him against her. She knew this was wrong, she knew that, and yet at that moment she didn’t care. His tongue fought hers for dominance but both knew neither would ever win. It was a fight as old as time and one that many others had fought before them, and many would fight after they were gone.
Her hand seemingly having a mind of its own went through his hair and gripped it, pulling him closer to her, wanting more of the roughness that he was giving to her. This was what a slayer needed, this was what she needed. The slayer in her for once was winning out.
And she was letting it.
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Post by angel on Apr 10, 2012 18:36:23 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Clearly she had been expecting a comment about his snarky remark. It was only natural because well, that was their relationship. It was a mixture of hatred, passion and constant bickering and taunting each other. He had once told Spike that in order to kill this girl, you had to love her and this was true. Even though he didn’t want to, he felt the love his other half had for her. Every time he looked into her eyes his other half screamed out to him. No matter how much he tried to repress him it didn’t seem possible. It didn’t seem like he’d ever get this girl out of his head, even if he killed her. He had the desire to rip her throat out right now and yet wouldn’t, only because he knew it wouldn’t help him. He knew he still wouldn’t be able to eradicate thoughts of her no matter what he did, which is why he usually did nothing. Angelus allowed her to keep living because living or not, he’d still think about her.
It was an unhealthy obsession and he did know this, and realized it fully. However it didn’t help the situation. It was like an addict who knew about their problem, yet knew they’d keep drinking anyways. Usually getting an addict to admit their problem was their biggest feat. After they’d done that, they were usually fine and able to resolve their issues. Angelus however had admitted this to himself years ago and yet here he was, still unhealthily obsessed with the slayer. She was his drug. Even if it wasn’t out of love, she was definitely his drug out of hatred. Honestly he had to admit; he loved to hate her. She was so good and pure hearted that it made it just that much better.
Although he was sure she would have come back at him with something smart to say, she didn’t. Instead she simply remained silent as she stood before him. The way her eyes seemed a bit glazed over, it looked as though she were deep in thought. Probably wishing that he hadn’t escaped his cage. That her beloved Angel was here instead of him, that he was here to be all broody and hold her hand. To run his fingers through his poofy hair and feel disgusted by the vampiric bumps on his face. However he wasn’t and she needed to realize that. She needed to understand that his other side was never coming back. That she would never again receive love from this vampire, not even the shell that held both sides of the soul inside. No longer would this vampire be tortured by love for the slayer, he wasn’t going to allow it to happen. He would first rip her throat out and dance on her innards before he allowed that to happen.
As he pulled her down and lifted himself on top of her, he heard her moan ever so slightly. It was extremely quiet as if she hadn’t wanted anyone to hear, not even herself. But he had been alive for almost three hundred years now and his hearing was more impeccable than ever. He had heard it and it drew his body to her. The sound of her heart beating intensely made him feel a certain hunger from deep within. Not exactly hunger like he wanted to eat, a hunger for something else. For her. He had never thought he’d be in this situation with her, and had never wanted to be. However as he was put into the situation, he wasn’t exactly hating it. Clearly he’d been going about this all wrong the entire time. He’d said before he had to love her to kill her, so he would do just that. Although he wasn’t sure how heart felt it would all be, he’d try his best if it meant she would no longer stand in his way of being free.
Another moan escaped her lips as she pushed her body into his. His hips tilted down to grind into hers, a low growl escaping his own lips as he felt them so close. So close that not even a paperclip could have fit between the two of them, yet he wanted closer. Their tongues danced with each other wildly, which seemed to drive her even more insane. Of course he was enjoying it too but she seemed to be thriving on it. Feeling her tight grip on his hair, he snarled a bit. All of this was quite animalistic and he had to admit, it was certainly bringing out the animal in him, that was undeniable.
His mouth crashed down on hers as he ground his hips into hers again. It was rough and it was hard, it was everything that Angelus was and Angel wasn’t. His hand went behind her head lifting her up slightly to trail kisses down her neck. Immediately he felt her muscles tense up, nervous for him to be around her neck. However he wasn’t going to do anything just yet, it was too soon. Driving her crazy like this was the most fun he’d had since he’d lost his soul, other than kicking Spike and Faith’s asses.
Next his lips trailed down to the area above her collar bone, his lips lightly brushing over her skin and giving her goosebumps. Before he knew it was he was back to her lips with a madness she hadn’t yet seen. His hand was traveling up her shirt as they kissed, moving further and further. Before it reached it’s destination, he simply couldn’t help but allow his vampire visage to come into play. His human face was gone now and it was purely Angelus. As they kissed, he began kissing her neck as he had earlier. However this time it was different, much different. As he traveled over the largest vein in the neck he stopped, his tongue running over the spot. After a moment he sunk his fangs into her soft skin, before she had the chance to remove herself from the situation. His eyes glowed a yellow as he drank from her, feelings of pure ecstasy filling him. -----------------------------------------------Tag: Buffy Word Count: 1,033 Inspiration: This video.Notes: ---- |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 10, 2012 23:41:54 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She could see the passion in his brown eyes. It wasn’t the same passion she was sued to seeing, but it was there. The difference between the two was uncanny, and yet they were so similar in many ways that it almost scared her. There were times when she was with angel that she could see Angelus just below the surface. Some of the ways Angel moved or the things he said, they were more Angelus than they were him. Then there were times that Angelus would look at her and for a brief moment she could see Angel shining out through those brown eyes. It was rare…but it still happened.
The passion that she saw in them were completely different, though both equally as breathtaking. In Angel’s eyes she could see the love he had for her shining through. There was the passion that told her that she was his world, his reason for staying on this earth. The guilty passion, the passion that told her that he knew he shouldn’t feel the things he felt for her and yet not being able to put a stop to it. And the passion that was just clearly them that it made her heart race to see it.
With Angelus however it was different. This was a passion…but it was almost a hunger…a need. He didn’t want to want her, he didn’t want to need her. He hated the fact that his body called to her, that he wanted nothing more to sink his teeth into her in more ways than one. The passion that battled against the hate…the hate that turned into undeniable lust, need, want, hunger, desire, hate, love, and many more adjectives that could describe the way his eyes glared down at her in that taunting way, because he knew, that she felt the same way that he did.
Her eyes reflected both of theirs whenever she was with them. With Angel her eyes shined with a love for him that she couldn’t even put into words. She could see her future in his eyes, because his future was her future. Even though they had been apart for so long, and had truly not ever gotten to get their relationship back on track after he had lost his soul, she knew for a fact that if he didn’t exist, she wouldn’t either. Yes she might still be physically on this earth, but her heart, her soul would be gone. He was hers, she was his. That was the way it had always been.
With Angelus her eyes reflected the hate that he felt, the hunger that he felt, the animalistic need that he felt. She felt as if he was hers as well…but in a different way. She would never admit her feelings to anyone, where as with Angel she didn’t care who knew them. With Angelus it was different. She knew she could never trust him, knew she was never truly safe with him, yet that didn’t stop her from craving him.
She tensed for a moment when she felt his lips at her throat. Yeah, not many people could say they had been in this position before. Okay, so a lot of people had been in this position before, but how many slayers had willingly allowed themselves to be put in this position by a much older vampire. Yeah, not many. She had always been told she was a little different…a little on the weird side. Giles comment about once he had met her he knew the slayer handbook would be of little use to him for some reason popped into her mind and she could easily see why that was.
She was supposed to slay vampires…not love them.
He pulled away from her neck without doing any damage, but when she saw his face it wasn’t the smooth face that she was used to. No, it was a different one, his vampire visage. She leaned up, caressing him in the same way she had done to Angel all those years ago. She knew it didn’t mean the same thing and she wasn’t hesitate, gentle, loving as she was with him, but it was still there. The vampire visage meant to scare her didn’t do anything except show her who he really was. She could see the bumps, the yellow eyes, the teeth, but it didn’t worry her even though she knew it should.
His mouth was on hers again and she groaned, pushing up against him, wanting, needing something but not sure what it was or how to get it. Feeling him pull away she didn’t think as she breathed heavily, but the pinprick of his fangs against her jugular was something she had been prepared for, yet for some reason it still didn’t scare her. The feeling of his teeth inside her flesh instead of making her want to scream in fright, made her want to scream in another way. She remembered this feeling, when she had done this to save Angel’s life. She had been scared to let him feed off of her, but determined to make sure that he lived. She couldn’t live in a world where he didn’t exist. She could remember that first prick of pain followed by what she could describe as a pleasure that was something few would understand.
She had always known that biting while mating with vampires was a very sexual experience, and she assumed that’s what she had felt then, and what she was feeling now. A moan left her mouth though she couldn’t tell if it was loud or quiet. She had no idea what was happening to her, why she was allowing this, but she knew that she couldn’t stop it. She needed it, craved it, and instead of pulling him away from her neck like she should have…she put her hand back to his head and pushed him towards her, knowing that she would most likely die but not caring.
Her mind was in a state of pain and pleasure…with a demon whose soul she loved…and whose hands she hated. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to care…just as long as he didn’t stop.
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Note:: Where do we come up with this stuff? I swear you and I are really odd people. Lol. <3 it though!
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Post by angel on Apr 12, 2012 19:28:34 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This night had an interesting change of events. They had started out as enemies. Two beings set out by the world to destroy each other. To fight for dominance, to kill one another. The slayer created to keep evil at bay an the vampire created to cause mayhem, to be evil's vessel. The world constantly had them at each other's throats, had them fighting one another. The world didn't want them to be friendly with another. The world certainly hadn't wanted a slayer to love the one thing she was created to destroy. And yet she did, she loved a vampire. It was strange an quite the rarity, being the first of the slayers to fall in love with a vampire and the only so far that they knew of.
This wasn't the only thing that set her apart from other slayers in the past, no, it was one of many. In fact she was the most evolved of the slayers. The first to be able to keep her family. Most slayers were shipped off to be trained when called, never to see their parents again. Some were trained from a very young age, away from their family and truly hadn't even known them. She was the first to not only keep her family but allow them to know her secret as well. Not only did she maintain a family life, but she had friends as well. Some could argue that her friends were her greatest strength. It gave the forces of good the upper hand, there was no doubt about that.
Angelus hadn't ever noticed Xander to be that much of a threat. Giles however had proved himself several times. Proved himself to be a pain in the ass that is. However Willow, that was an entirely different story all together. And it wasn't just a different story. No, the witch had her own book. At first she'd simply been an intrigued teenager dabbling in the arts of magic. Within a small amount of time she'd grown to be the most powerful witch Angelus had ever seen. The little bitch had even found a way to re-ensoul him when she was still just an amateur. She definitely had a knack for the magical world, this was undeniable. In all honesty she was the only one out of the group that truly frightened him.
And it wasn't exactly that he was afraid of her. No it was something else; she made him nervous. Buffy didn't threaten him. She was pretty damn powerful and the most experienced slayer of her time, but she still didn't make him nervous. The only reason she didn't was because he knew she didn't have it in her to kill him. Not because she couldn't do it physically, but because she couldn't do it emotionally. One of her biggest downfalls had always been her emotions. Though at the same time he'd seen them be her biggest strength. However this wasn't the case considering Angel, or Angelus, whatever the hell she wanted to call him. She couldn't kill him again and he knew it, she'd suffered too much after the last time to do it again.
Feeling her fingers on his face he couldn't help but move away a small bit, just out of her reach. Her fingers had felt tender on his skin and he didn't want this to be tender. Nothing between them would be tender, ever again, if he had his way. He wanted it to be rough and angry, hard, painful; not sweet and soft like she so wanted it to be. He was Angelus, he wasn't Angel. Whether or not she liked to think of it like that they were a lot more different than most thought. They may share the same body but essentially are two completely separate people with two different personalities.
The presence of her body pressing into his made him growl once again. It wasn't something that he could hold back. The act of what they were currently doing was completely animistic and fittingly so, he was as well. The warmth of her blood began to spread through his body, making him tingle all over with pleasure. The sweetness of her blood hadn't ever been matched with anyone else's. Never in his life had he drank blood that tasted like this, it gave him feelings of true ecstasy. Faith had come pretty damn close but not quite as sweet. Along with the sweetness came feelings of pure power and strength. It felt as if he were unstoppable at this point. With the previous slayer's blood, Faith's, and now Buffy's? He would complete his goals soon, she had to know that. She had to have already realized that he'd been taking advantage of her feelings. It wouldn't matter for very much longer, whether she did or not.
Buffy certainly surprised him when she pulled him in further, egging on his feast. He knew he had to take his chance while he still had it. When she pulled him in further, he removed his fangs from her throat to relocate them. Next he moved to the nape of her neck and sank them in rougher, tearing away at the muscles in her flesh. He ripped at her like a damned piece of paper going through a shredder. Blood was dripping down her neck, moving down her collarbone and onto her chest. He took a brief break to move down to lick the blood off her, essentially cleaning her up. It was too good to let any of it go to waste. After she was clear he went to the other side of her neck, ripping into that as well. Angelus planned on going for as long as she would let him. The longer he fed, the stronger he became and he was thriving on it.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Apr 16, 2012 9:48:15 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -When she and Riley had been together she often wondered what it was like for him. To have a girlfriend who was so much stronger than him. One who would literally have to be the one to rush in and save the day if he had been in trouble. She knew that she didn’t have a lot of patience with him because she was used to her strength. She was used to being the one who saved the day. She knew Xander had an issue with it in the beginning but even he had gotten use to the fact that she was stronger. She had never really understood why Riley had been so freaked out by it, but she did wonder about it.
When she had found out that Riley had been allowing vampires to feed off of him she had been outraged. She could never understand the power that he felt with it. She knew his excuse. She could remember it very clearly. How he told her that he needed to understand the power that Angel and Dracula had over her. She had been hurt at that comment but hadn’t understood what he meant. She knew that he was upset over the Dracula thing but bringing Angel into it she hadn’t understood…at least not until after he left.
She had laid in bed one night thinking about it when she realized what he had truly meant. She had never let him touch that side of her neck. The side of her neck that bore Angel’s bite on it, the one thing she had left with her that was a daily reminder that he was real, that he had really been there. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more one of instinct. She would shy away if he tried to kill her neck on that side, move away from his hands if he tried to touch her there. She had a feeling that he had always assumed that it hurt still, but after Dracula he knew. It wasn’t that it hurt, it wasn’t that it was bothersome to touch, no…it was because it belonged to Angel. That mark was Angel’s…just like her heart had always been. That she had a feeling was the last straw for him. However she had still been hurt by the fact that he tried to allow vampires to bite him in order to understand the power that she felt.
Now however, she did understand. She had known how being bit by Angel felt when she had saved his life. She could see the desperation in his eyes before she forced him to bite her. He had never wanted that, it had honestly been one of his greatest fears. She hadn’t given him a choice, instead forcing him to bring about his natural instincts in order to get him to bite her to save his life. The feeling of his teeth sliding into her neck was like a pin prick. Even though it hurt it was a feeling of…completeness that filled her in that first moment. It was a bad example but it felt like he was sliding home, and she knew that many people felt that way about making love to their significant other, but she and him couldn’t do that. She couldn’t feel him inside of her in that way because of the curse, so this was the next best thing in her opinion
The ecstasy that she had felt with him buried inside her neck was indescribable. She had never felt anything like it before, and yet it worried her. She felt the same thing this time, though it was darker. When Angel had bit her, even though he had drank too much from her, she could still feel his love flowing through him. She didn’t feel that with Angelus. Yes, he was inside her skin, drawing from her, an ecstasy that she couldn’t describe, and yet it was different. This touched not her heart, not her soul, this touched the darkness inside of her, that darkness that is inside everyone. She wanted it to continue, wanted it to last for longer than she could admit, but she knew it couldn’t.
The black spots swimming in front of her eyes were the first indication that something wasn’t right. She could feel herself slipping off into unconsciousness and she knew that she couldn’t let that happen. She had felt safe in Angel’s presence when this had happened because she knew he would take care of her. That wasn’t the case here and she knew if she passed out she would never wake up.
She drew her strength up, moving slowly as to try and delay him feeling her and with as much strength as she could she raised her knee and brought it straight to his groin, at the same time moving an arm to knock him in the side of the head. She winced as she felt her flesh tear when his fangs were dislodged from her neck but she would worry about that later. The blonde slayer pushed the much larger vampire off of her before standing quickly, her vision swimming. She knew she was in no position to fight him. She hated to do it, was embarrassed to do it, but she had to be smart, she took off down the stairs, running out the front door and into the safety of the sunlight. She jumped into the car which she had left the keys in and sped off, knowing she needed to get cleaned up and try to gather her strength.
She couldn’t let this happen again. She needed Willow to get on finding a way to get Angel’s soul back and she needed to make sure Angelus didn’t hurt anyone else in the process. It was time.
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Tag:: Angelus
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Note:: Yeah, don’t even ask. Lol. I really have no idea where ANY of this came from, I have no idea why I got on the rant about Riley…and I have no idea where the dirtiness came from. So yeah, just…don’t even ask.
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