Author: Jenn13
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Rating: NC-17
Content: Buffy/Angel sex-violence
Spoilers: Yes, "Surprise" and "Innocence"
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or the Slayer. I do not have any money, nor am I making any money off of this piece of fiction. This is just my interpretation of the bad Angel telling his version of the night in "Surprise". Now do not get me wrong, I want good Angel back!! I miss the nice sex
My world is cold and dark in my dreams. I dream of blood, the way that it feels to feed on an unsuspecting girl, of death, and unfortunately of her.
I dream of killing her yes, of course, she made me feel human, with love, and affection, and friendship, and loyalty; and death seems necessary for her, knowing that she is the Slayer. But these dreams of her death are peppered with dreams of the salvation that I found in her arms.
She saved me and I saved her and that damn memory won't leave my mind. Although in my conscious mind I curse myself for not snapping her neck as she came in my arms, her muscles clenching me. It would have been the perfect expression of me, but no, I had to love her. I had to hold her in my arms as her shivering body pressed into mine, I had to say those infuriating words to her because of that damn soul that haunted me. My mortally coiled body had to respond when her breasts flattened against my chest, when her hardened nipples poked into my flesh. And I didn't sink my teeth into her skin; I didn't take her putrid Slayer blood into my mouth, and let it be killed by my own blood. Those damn Gypsies.
I had so many chances that night, so many opportunities to rip her skin with my teeth as I took her from her worthless life. So many chances, as my tongue found her core and lapped at the slick nub until she begged me to enter her. So many chances, as I sank between her legs, ripping her innocence as she writhed under me.
Oh, that cursed soul that allowed me to enjoy pumping into her, the only reward being, bringing her to orgasm and then climaxing myself, and falling next to her, breathless, without punctuating her climax with her death.
But thankfully, the moment that I fell asleep next to her, the transformation began and brought my inhumanity back to me. Now I can see her as the disgusting soul that she is her Sacred Duty only second to her love. And yet as my soul vanished all I could do was look at her lying there, unaware and peaceful, and God help me, I loved her still, if only for an instant. And now we are sworn enemies, she has to kill me and I will kill her.
The next time I make her cry out, it won't be from my cock sinking into her, it won't be from my mouth suckling her nipples, it won't be from the mind shattering orgasms that she'll have again and again as I slam into her. The only cry out of her mouth will be my name in the darkness,
"Angel," I can hear it, I'll kiss her and then I'll break her neck.
THE END
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