Darkness 4
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kat8chaFeedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I’ve got BIG plans for it!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: Err… working on that
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions, DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Um… Riley kinda disappeared… He’d technically still be in the infirmary and we’d technically be still dealing with Adam but I really don’t want to write around them so Poof! No more Iowa boy or Frankenstein!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don’t (sigh). ~ I’d take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and killing of my Wesley! I’m still mad about that one. ~
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Wesley woke up slowly snapping to awareness like he had every night for the past week. Staring up at the ceiling the Englishman rolled over on the bed gathering his senses slowly. He had never been a morning person, and working at Angel Investigations he did not get out until afternoon, or early evening at best. Standing and stretching he scowled down at the chain which linked his ankle to the bed. It was long, long enough for him to reach the bathroom but since that was a door almost immediately to the right of the bed it was not long enough to reach the door to the main house. Grumbling to himself Wesley walked into the bathroom and showered thinking about the change in his life. Since Angelus’ return he had been kept in this room, unknowing of whether it was in Los Angeles or not, and cared to by the occasional minion who would stop in with a meal for him. His clothes were replaced with fresh ones everyday and if it were not for his state of captivity he would have probably be feeling fairly decent. Well the captivity and the worry that the group from Sunnydale was getting munched on by Angelus and the worry that he had no idea what was going to happen to him.
Stepping out of the shower he brushed his teeth and shaved using the electric shaver that had been supplied to him. Apparently while in Angelus’ keeping he would be kept in all the amenities he was used to. Turning the brunette dressed in the clothes that had been left on the top of the toilet while he slept. The jeans were tight, like always, and the shirt was a grey silk button up today. Turning Wesley exited the bathroom, pushing the curtain that was its only separation between the bathroom and bedroom aside. Stopping short as he realized who was waiting him on his bed.
“I like the grey.” Angelus said standing up in a casual, but still graceful, move. “It brings out your eyes.” Wes scowled, an expression he knew caused lines to appear on his forehead. Standing there he decided he would not say anything else but then… He caught sight of his breakfast and morning tea sitting on the small table beside Angelus. Stomach grumbling the blushing young man made his way over refusing to let the vampire think he was staying away because he was afraid. He wasn’t. Smirking Angelus leaned against the wall now and watched as he ate, neither saying anything.
Finishing his breakfast the two continued in this silence for close to a half-hour before the younger man broke. “Alright Angelus! What do you want?” Smirking the Irish vampire asked casually.
“With you or just in general?” Blushing Wes muttered to himself about arrogant evil vampires before saying in exasperation.
“In general.”
“You.” Angelus smiled a smile that contained far too many teeth and continued after giving the Englishman time to recover from his shock. “Well, you and a certain Sunnydaler.” Glaring at him Wes’ grey eyes snapped behind his glasses.
“Who? And what did you do to Cordelia?” Angelus smiled again beginning to walk to the main door now and Wes found his eyes drawn to the vampire’s ass. Instantly moving them away when the vampire continued,
“Xander. And I did not do anything to Cordelia, I left her to Dru’s tender mercies. It ended up being quite pretty.” Smirking again Angelus left the captive young ex-watcher to his thoughts.
Why did Angelus want him and Xander? Hadn’t he been obsessed with Buffy the last time that he had been released? Why him and Xander, Xander was…. well… himself and Wes was smart but unimportant. Was there something they could do together? Shaking his head he lay down on the black satin sheets of the bed. No, he was a relatively good magician and intelligent researcher but otherwhise there was nothing special about him and Xander… was again himself. Sighing the watcher closed his eyes as he sorted out his thoughts.
Xander gripped the wheel of his car tightly as he maneuvered through L.A. traffic. He and Buffy were about ten minutes away from Angel’s apartment and hoping that the information Spike had given them was wrong. Throwing a glance at the blonde slayer Xander amended that statement. More like praying. Pulling up he and Buffy raced down to the apartment number they had before carefully opening the door. “Angel?” Buffy enquired softly before both were hit by the smell of rotting meat. Throwing the door open Xander ran into the apartment before stopping in shock at the sight that greeted him. What was left of Cordelia was spread eagled over the wall just to the right of the door. Her eyes had been plucked out of her skull, the skin she had taken so much time caring for had been peeled away, her tongue was ripped out and hanging in the whole where her heart should have been, her intestines were ripped out and hanging around her neck like so much jewelry. He noticed the dried blood around her fingers and realized her nails had been ripped out. Snapping out of his haze he realized that Buffy had hurled out in the hallway and was now crying softly.
Coming out to her he closed the door and led the slayer away to his car. “I’m sorry Buffy.” Buffy just continued to sob. Starting the car he had to control his rage as the slayer continued to weep. Sure Angel had been her ‘soul mate’ but hadn’t Xander dated Cordelia? (Mate!) So why did he have to drive her back to Sunnydale? (A soldier should be allowed time to grieve a fallen companion unless in the field) Why did he have to be the one strong enough to confront the horror that had been in that room? Why him? (Because she doesn’t care) Cordelia was dead but Angel could be brought back as long as Willow could do the soul spell. WILLOW!!!
Pulling out his cell phone his driving became more aggressive as he battled the other cars around him for supremacy, racing to make it back to his home soon. Dialing he held the phone to his ear ignoring Buffy’s bitching that his driving was making her sick. Getting the answering machine the brunette male silently cursed before beginning to speak. “Listen Willow I want you to be very careful about letting people into your room… Screw it! Get over to Giles’ as soon as you hear this and stay there! I’m serious Angel knew that you put his soul back so Angelus would know that you were able to do it again. Please do this for me Wills I just want you to be safe. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Hanging up Xander concentrated on driving.
Willow ignored the answering machine, not hearing Xander panicked message because she and Tara were prepping for the soul spell. In front of her sat an orb of Thessullah and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath and just about to start chanting when a knock came to her door. This was ignored until Spike’s cockney accented voice snapped through her haze. “Witch open up! I need to talk to you!” Sighing the redhead stood up and shaking out her skirt went to her door to open it. Spike was invited in but he was apparently trying to be more polite. “What do you…” She trailed off as Spike grabbed her around her throat and tossed her to the waiting Drusilla, who eagerly sank her fangs into Willow’s neck while Spike quickly lunged for Tara. “No!” Willow gasped beginning to struggle and about to start a spell but her blood was being drained too quickly and darkness was approaching. She did not really want to escape either, the bite was intoxicating it felt so good. Holding her bleeding wrist up to the nearly drained red-heads mouth Drusilla whispered in her ear.
“Drink burning tree, you will make such a pretty childe and Spike you and I shall have so much bloody fun forever.” Willow could not keep the liquid from dripping into her mouth and as soon as she had a taste of the substance she latched onto the wrist before her and started to suck. Giggling the maddened childe of Angelus and her childe left the college dorm, a pale body slung over one shoulder.
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: Err… working on that
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions, DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Um… Riley kinda disappeared… He’d technically still be in the infirmary and we’d technically be still dealing with Adam but I really don’t want to write around them so Poof! No more Iowa boy or Frankenstein!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don’t (sigh). ~ I’d take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and killing of my Wesley! I’m still mad about that one. ~
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Wesley woke up slowly snapping to awareness like he had every night for the past week. Staring up at the ceiling the Englishman rolled over on the bed gathering his senses slowly. He had never been a morning person, and working at Angel Investigations he did not get out until afternoon, or early evening at best. Standing and stretching he scowled down at the chain which linked his ankle to the bed. It was long, long enough for him to reach the bathroom but since that was a door almost immediately to the right of the bed it was not long enough to reach the door to the main house. Grumbling to himself Wesley walked into the bathroom and showered thinking about the change in his life. Since Angelus’ return he had been kept in this room, unknowing of whether it was in Los Angeles or not, and cared to by the occasional minion who would stop in with a meal for him. His clothes were replaced with fresh ones everyday and if it were not for his state of captivity he would have probably be feeling fairly decent. Well the captivity and the worry that the group from Sunnydale was getting munched on by Angelus and the worry that he had no idea what was going to happen to him.
Stepping out of the shower he brushed his teeth and shaved using the electric shaver that had been supplied to him. Apparently while in Angelus’ keeping he would be kept in all the amenities he was used to. Turning the brunette dressed in the clothes that had been left on the top of the toilet while he slept. The jeans were tight, like always, and the shirt was a grey silk button up today. Turning Wesley exited the bathroom, pushing the curtain that was its only separation between the bathroom and bedroom aside. Stopping short as he realized who was waiting him on his bed.
“I like the grey.” Angelus said standing up in a casual, but still graceful, move. “It brings out your eyes.” Wes scowled, an expression he knew caused lines to appear on his forehead. Standing there he decided he would not say anything else but then… He caught sight of his breakfast and morning tea sitting on the small table beside Angelus. Stomach grumbling the blushing young man made his way over refusing to let the vampire think he was staying away because he was afraid. He wasn’t. Smirking Angelus leaned against the wall now and watched as he ate, neither saying anything.
Finishing his breakfast the two continued in this silence for close to a half-hour before the younger man broke. “Alright Angelus! What do you want?” Smirking the Irish vampire asked casually.
“With you or just in general?” Blushing Wes muttered to himself about arrogant evil vampires before saying in exasperation.
“In general.”
“You.” Angelus smiled a smile that contained far too many teeth and continued after giving the Englishman time to recover from his shock. “Well, you and a certain Sunnydaler.” Glaring at him Wes’ grey eyes snapped behind his glasses.
“Who? And what did you do to Cordelia?” Angelus smiled again beginning to walk to the main door now and Wes found his eyes drawn to the vampire’s ass. Instantly moving them away when the vampire continued,
“Xander. And I did not do anything to Cordelia, I left her to Dru’s tender mercies. It ended up being quite pretty.” Smirking again Angelus left the captive young ex-watcher to his thoughts.
Why did Angelus want him and Xander? Hadn’t he been obsessed with Buffy the last time that he had been released? Why him and Xander, Xander was…. well… himself and Wes was smart but unimportant. Was there something they could do together? Shaking his head he lay down on the black satin sheets of the bed. No, he was a relatively good magician and intelligent researcher but otherwhise there was nothing special about him and Xander… was again himself. Sighing the watcher closed his eyes as he sorted out his thoughts.
Xander gripped the wheel of his car tightly as he maneuvered through L.A. traffic. He and Buffy were about ten minutes away from Angel’s apartment and hoping that the information Spike had given them was wrong. Throwing a glance at the blonde slayer Xander amended that statement. More like praying. Pulling up he and Buffy raced down to the apartment number they had before carefully opening the door. “Angel?” Buffy enquired softly before both were hit by the smell of rotting meat. Throwing the door open Xander ran into the apartment before stopping in shock at the sight that greeted him. What was left of Cordelia was spread eagled over the wall just to the right of the door. Her eyes had been plucked out of her skull, the skin she had taken so much time caring for had been peeled away, her tongue was ripped out and hanging in the whole where her heart should have been, her intestines were ripped out and hanging around her neck like so much jewelry. He noticed the dried blood around her fingers and realized her nails had been ripped out. Snapping out of his haze he realized that Buffy had hurled out in the hallway and was now crying softly.
Coming out to her he closed the door and led the slayer away to his car. “I’m sorry Buffy.” Buffy just continued to sob. Starting the car he had to control his rage as the slayer continued to weep. Sure Angel had been her ‘soul mate’ but hadn’t Xander dated Cordelia? (Mate!) So why did he have to drive her back to Sunnydale? (A soldier should be allowed time to grieve a fallen companion unless in the field) Why did he have to be the one strong enough to confront the horror that had been in that room? Why him? (Because she doesn’t care) Cordelia was dead but Angel could be brought back as long as Willow could do the soul spell. WILLOW!!!
Pulling out his cell phone his driving became more aggressive as he battled the other cars around him for supremacy, racing to make it back to his home soon. Dialing he held the phone to his ear ignoring Buffy’s bitching that his driving was making her sick. Getting the answering machine the brunette male silently cursed before beginning to speak. “Listen Willow I want you to be very careful about letting people into your room… Screw it! Get over to Giles’ as soon as you hear this and stay there! I’m serious Angel knew that you put his soul back so Angelus would know that you were able to do it again. Please do this for me Wills I just want you to be safe. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Hanging up Xander concentrated on driving.
Willow ignored the answering machine, not hearing Xander panicked message because she and Tara were prepping for the soul spell. In front of her sat an orb of Thessullah and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath and just about to start chanting when a knock came to her door. This was ignored until Spike’s cockney accented voice snapped through her haze. “Witch open up! I need to talk to you!” Sighing the redhead stood up and shaking out her skirt went to her door to open it. Spike was invited in but he was apparently trying to be more polite. “What do you…” She trailed off as Spike grabbed her around her throat and tossed her to the waiting Drusilla, who eagerly sank her fangs into Willow’s neck while Spike quickly lunged for Tara. “No!” Willow gasped beginning to struggle and about to start a spell but her blood was being drained too quickly and darkness was approaching. She did not really want to escape either, the bite was intoxicating it felt so good. Holding her bleeding wrist up to the nearly drained red-heads mouth Drusilla whispered in her ear.
“Drink burning tree, you will make such a pretty childe and Spike you and I shall have so much bloody fun forever.” Willow could not keep the liquid from dripping into her mouth and as soon as she had a taste of the substance she latched onto the wrist before her and started to suck. Giggling the maddened childe of Angelus and her childe left the college dorm, a pale body slung over one shoulder.
