By Lady Sirona sirona@rcip.com
Rated NC17 M/F sex andangst [Buffy/Angel/]
Spoiler: takes place after Becoming2 and anything
up to it First ans second seasons.
Note: The season finale of Buffy the
Vampire Slayer Becoming Part 1 and 2 was too painful to face. I
cannot/couldnot face the thought of Angel in hell forever. This is from
Angel's point of view and is painful in places... TISSUE WARNING! This
is my own little piece of sanity-making fiction... I had to fix it for
them. Enjoy!
Revised June 22, 1998
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I wake with a scream and groggily I look around. I am on green grass in
a field. The sun warms my face. *SUN WARMS!!!!!!!* I look down, I'm not
burning as I should be in the sun. I look around confused.
The field is beautiful, like the spring fields of the home I left in
Ireland so long ago. I look around for some indication of where I am. I
am alone.
I wander around trying to remember what happened. What brought me here.
How did I get here, and how can I be out in the sun without dying? The
rays of the sun are poison to the undead. I look up into the sun
confused.
I sit under a lush tree and I close my eyes and try to remember back.
My minds skirts the painful memories.... This is not going to be easy.
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Buffy and I barely escaped Spikes lair alive. We were injured and
hurting from our interaction with the Judge. We escape through the
sewers and into the night's rain. We showed up at my apartment looking
like drowned rats.
Even beaten and half drowned, she is gorgeous. She stood in my
apartment shivering. I never regretted the fact I was cold to the touch
more than I did right then... I couldn't warm her with my body heat. I
didn't have any. I did the next best thing, I got her warm dry clothes
and told her to climb into the bed just to warm up. She took the clothes
and looked at me with her large eyes. It broke my heart. I wanted to
hold her so tightly then, but she needed to warm up.
I realized she was waiting for me to turn around. I don't know why I
expected her to strip in front of me. Wishful thinking I am sure. I
turned my back to her giving her the privacy she needed. It was the
hardest thing I had done in a long time. The woman I loved more than
life itself was sitting on my bed stripping. I had a hard time
swallowing. I pushed down the urge to peek, several times.
I heard her cry out in pain when she started to remove her clothes. A
scrape she said. I asked to see the injury and she graced me with the
permission to see and touch her back. There she sat on my bed with her
shirt clutched to her breasts as I stroked her back. It was the most
erotic touching we had ever had before. I sat down on the bed behind
her and gently looked at the scrape crossing her left shoulder. It was
nearly closed already. Her Slayers healing was nearly as good as my
vampiric one.
Then she leaned back into me, and I couldn't focus on her scrape
anymore. All I could focus on was her soft velvety skin, and her
pressure of her body as it leaned into mine. Her skin was so warm and
soft. I loved her smell, which is that of a normal healthy woman.
We spoke of our mutual fears that we each nearly lost the other tonight.
The possibility of that loss paralyzed me. Without Buffy my world
would be meaningless and eternity without her would be hell. I kissed
her and she met my kiss strongly.
It was different this time. Our mutual fear of losing the other put a
passion and an urgency to the kiss that had never been there before. I
told her for the first time I loved her although it had be a fact in my
life for months. I couldn't ever tell her before this, afraid I would
repulse her. I told her I loved her... I tried not to but I couldn't
help myself. God knows how I fought my love for her, until I was swept
away in it far beyond my strength to resist.
She mirrored my emotion! She loved me too! My heart soared as we
blended in a kiss that was never ending. Our kisses became more
involved. I started to pull away as I always do when we get too serious.
She is a young innocent virgin. I am an undead vampire monster old
enough to be her grandfather several time over. I never want to hurt
her, or expose her to vamipric sex which can be quite painful, and
includes blood. I can't do that to Buffy, so when we get close... I run.
Buffy didn't allow me to this time. She silenced my protestations
proceeded to "seduce me." It wasn't hard, I have wanted her from the
time she kicked me head over heels in that dark alley. I just never
thought it would ever happen. I thought she would eventually tire of my
half life and seek a normal human lover. I was wrong.
She was everything I ever dreamed about in my solitary days of sleeping,
and more. She craved my touch as much as I craved to touch her. She
kissed me and she bared herself to me. I looked down as she laid on my
bed nude, with her hair accross my pillow with a smile on her face that
I knew was just for me.
I trailed kisses up her neck to her mouth and she surrenderd her mouth
to mine's invasion. She tasted so sweet and so alive. I couldn't belive
she was gifting me with her love. It was more than I ever expected,
and God knows more than I ever deserved.
I kissed her breasts, and then her stomach. I trailed kisses down to her
core, reveling in her little squeaks and moans. I tasted her juices as I
sucked on her clit, and as I licked her velvety folds as she pushed my
face into her as she came. She wrapped her legs around my head and
abandoned herself to my administrations.
I gave pity to her when she was having a hard time breathing, and I went
back to kissing her deeply. I slowly inserted myself into her, a little
bit at a time watching her face closely. She was a little bit afraid
which is normal for a virgin. She was afraid yet she was aroused and
wanted me! I felt her blockage, and she rocked against me with a command
to move that my body couldn't resist. I smelled her blood as I tore
though her virginity. She cried out and grabbed me as I started to rock
her with a rythym as old as time.
I hadn't lost my stamina in my decades of celibacy. I made sure she had
several orgasms before I allowed myself to even come near my own orgasm.
Then she did the most amazing thing...
When I neared my own climax she bared her neck and brought my mouth to
her throat. I had no idea where she learned the realities of vampiric
sex, or if it was just instinct, but she showed me the ultimate trust.
The Slayer bared her throat to her vampire lover.
Even the love she showed me and the gift of her body didn't mean as much
to me as that single act. I sank my fangs into her neck gently and took
small sips of her blood. Her love and passion sank into my very core
with the minute amounts of blood I allowed myelf to take. I felt and
tasted her trust and love flow into me with her blood. Complete
happiness and contentment infused me me as she joined me in orgasm
She curled up against me and fell asleep on my chest. I held her feeling
happier than I had ever felt in my life, living or undead. I drifted off
to sleep in complete contentment.
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I woke up on my knees facing her as The Slayer readying to strike me a
killing blow.....I was in a strange place that I had never seen before
looking deeply into the Slayer's eyes. Seeing a look on her face I had
never hoped to see.
This was not my sweet gentle lover, this was not the woman who gifted me
her virginity and granted me her trust to complete our lovemaking as a
vampire does... This was The Slayer... the mythical Slayer of the
undead. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the vampire she was going to slay
was me!
She had a sword and appeared ready to complete the killing blow. I
didn't know why. What happened? What have I done to earn such hate from
her? I asked her hesitantly what was going on.
She seemed surprised to hear anything from me. Then she asked in a small
voice if it was me. I told her I didn't remember, I couldn't seem to
get it together...she came closer and I smelled her blood. She was
hurt, I couldn't help myself, I embraced her... she was hurt and
injured. I told her how I felt I haven't seen her in months..
She looked so sad, so tired. Time had been cruel to her and it was
etched in her face. She hadn't obviously been sleeping... she had dark
circles under her eyes. I asked her what was happening, but she kissed
me and hugged me as if it was the last thing on earth she ever expected.
I told her I loved her, and she told me she loved me too. Her touch and
her hug calmed my fears.
My biggest fear has always been losing control of the demon... but that
must not have happened...or she wouldn't have held me with such love.
Then she pulled away and told me to close my eyes. I love her and I
trust her and so I did so without hesitation.
I opened them in agony as she rammed the sword through me. I stood in
shock staring at her in disbelief. The love in her eyes and tears
showed me she loved me...why a sword? It wouldn't kill me, just hurt
like hell...So why did she do it?
I called her name through my pain and reached emploring her to help me.
I saw her disappear into a vortex of some sort, and I was somewhere
new... somewhere I knew I would never see her again for eternity... The
demon knew where we were and rejoiced at our new location......
I was in Hell!
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I dropped into a burning wasteland. The demon inside of me rejoiced at
returning home to this hellish place. It did not resemble the hell I
had been taught about as a young Irish Catholic boy.. But memory of
Dant's Inferno filled in the parts.
I couldn't get past the shock. Buffy sent me to Hell. Literally.
I looked around and saw smoldering sparks fell from the sky and fell
onto the burning sand. Sitting in one place got me burnt from both
ends. I walked along and batted off the ashes as they fell on me.
I knew the secrete was in memories. What had happened during the time
between our love making and my death - again? I walked and thought
endlessly until I reached an icy plain. I was used to cold, I walked in
and sat down to think.
My memories finally returned. Damn them and me apparently. The Gypsy
curse giving me my soul somehow had been broken. Somehow making love to
Buffy lifted the curse. The demon had returned as did all of my memories
now. I cried frozen tears as I remembered the horror I visited upon my
love and our friends. The pain, the insults all replayed in my mind.
I remembered making that girl a vampire just because I knew it would
hurt Buffy. Trying to kill Willow, Xander and Cordelia. Killing Jenny
Calendar just because she tried to help me.
I remember releasing Agothra, in order to suck the world into hell, and
trying to kill Buffy with a sword. I had taken and destroyed her life,
took everything from her, tortured and nearly killed her watcher. I had
opened the portal to end the world. Buffy closed the portal with my
life blood.
To save the world, the woman I loved and who, despite all I had done to
her, loved me right until the end ...sent me to Hell!
I am Damned to Hell for Eternity...Someone help me PLEASE!
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So here I am back in the green fieild, far from the burning sands and
frozen planes of hell. I could stand hell if it was here..
"Hello Angel" I turned to look into the eyes of the woman I killed.
Jenny Calendar. My jaws dropped. How could she be here? I killed her
and left her in Giles bed like some sick gag gift. But there she was
standing before me smiling. Why was she smiling?
"Jenny...How..." I stammered. I don't think I could stand it if I had to
face everyone I had ever killed....The list would be too long!
"You asked for help. I intervened for you" She smiled again... "Come
Angel, walk with me... we have much to discuss." I had no option... so
I followed her.
We walked aways before I realized she wasn't going to speak until I
started the conversation. I am not good at talking. Decades alone will
do that to you. "Where am I?" I ask her, praying it wasn't Hell.
" You're in the Summerland" Jenny answered. That told me nothing. No
where in my early religious education in the 18th century Ireland was
that ever given as a afterlife destination. I must have looked confused
because she continued.
"The Summerland is the afterlife of the Pagans. Happy hunting ground,
Heaven. Each person finds what they expect when they die. Your're in
the Summerland" She smiled at me. I walked on confused. I expected
Hell. Where else does a demon go? I knew with the blood on my hands I
was beyond heaven. How could I be in the summerland? I had never heard
of it!
"I intervened on your behalf when you asked for help while in Hell" She
turned to me "I owe you a great debt and an apology" I looked at her
more confused... She owed me? I killed her, what could she owe me?
"I am a gypsy, of the tribe that originaly cursed you Angel. I was your
Watcher to assure you remained suffering. I failed my job. I did not
tell Rupert, you or Buffy of it. Had I, you may not have lost your
soul. In not preventing you from losing your soul I interfered with the
Goddess's plan for you and Buffy. I have endangered Buffy and possibly
the world." Tears gleamed in her eye. I was scared about the threat to
Buffy, but I could not do anything about... I was dead.
"So now what?" I asked her. "I'm dead and will ever see Buffy again."
Tears well up in my eyes. This hurts more than anything has ever hurt.
I loved her more than my own soul. I felt as if I was torn to shreds.
"Now I take you to meet the Goddess who has an offer for you. And maybe
you will forgive me so I can forgive myself and move on" She smiled at
me. I followed her. I had no where else to go.
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She took my hand, and told me to close my eyes. I hesitated. The last
person who told me to do that sent me to Hell. But already dead I really
had nothing to loose. I finally did so. I opened them to find myself
at the side of a lake. An Older woman was sitting in the grass looking
at the Sunset. I had forgotten how beautiful a sunset was. I wanted to
share it with Buffy, and the pain returned.
"You did well Janna" The woman spoke with a soft and melodous voice. "
You may go" She smiled at Jenny who turned to me with tears in her eyes.
"Tell Rupert I loved him. I am sorry we never got to experience it.
What was under the acts that Eyghon did was my real emotions. Tell him
that. He'll know it was me!" She turned and before I could say anything
she was gone. It was disconcerting, and now I realized how Buffy and
the others felt when I did it to them. I turned toward the woman.
She wasn't a raving beauty, but there was a beauty in her beyond
imagining. She was what I thought Buffy would be like when she was
older. I had so wanted to see her at the prime of her life.
She laughed. " I see you love her so much even *I* am compared to her!"
No anger showed in her face, but love ammusment and understanding. "I am
Cerridwen" I stared. Cerridwen was the Mother Goddess from the British
isles. I did what I felt was apporpriate for a Goddess. I dropped to my
knees before her.
" No my fallen Angel. I do not want people on their knees. It is not
my way." She patted the grass beside her. "Sit with me. I need to talk
to you" I sat in wonder. What did she mean by a Fallen Angel?
" You and Buffy are soul mates. You were seperated when you were taken
into the eternal darkness. She has looked for you across the globe, and
across time, not realizing you were out of the reincarnation cycle."
She looked out to the lake as I watched her talk. " I had plans for you.
You were to be her protector. She is the best Slayer I have ever had."
I looked at her in surprise. "Yes, the Slayers belong to me. I did not
count on the Gypsies adding to the curse to return your soul. That
shouldn't have happened." Damn right it shouldn't have happened!
"All acts of pleasure are my worship" she seemed to be quoting
something. "To have such be your downfall was cruel and not planned.
Now, the question is, what will we do about it?" I looked at her in
wonder. Do about it? Going to hell and then here was sort of final
wasn't it?
"No. It is not. You body went into hell through a magickal vortex, and
therfore can be returned to the physical plane through a similar
magickal vortex. . The question is...do you want to?" I looked at her
shocked. She had answered my thoughts. "Yes. I know your thoughts." She
answered them again. I quickly tried to remember if I did anything
offensive. I can be a real asshole in my head...and out of it also.
She laughed. "No you did nothing to offend me. But time grows short. I
will loose my Slayer soon, if we do not rectify this situation."
Lose her Slayer! Buffy NO! I jumped up in alarm. Nothing can happen to
Buffy! But reality sank in... I wasn't there to protect her... I
couldn't save her... she was going to die because I wasn't there! I felt
a pain that hurt more than when she rammed the sword into my chest and
sent me to hell. A crushing weight settled on my chest and choked me.
"Are you willing to reenter the physical plane in your original body,
and resume a life as a vampire to protector her?" I nodded hopefully. I
would give my life to protect her.. "Would you step aside for her to
love another, if that was her need and still stay protect her?" She
asked softly.
That hurt. I wanted to be the man in Buffy's life, but I knew
eventually she would want a normal man, one who could give her a normal
life, walk in the sun and give her children. I knew it would hurt like
hell, but if she needed me to I would step aside, I would do so
willingly just to be able to watch her and protect her. I looked up and
looked in Cerridwen's eyes. She smiled.
" You are mine now Angel. You answer to me. I will make arrangements to
have you called back to the physical plane. I warn you it iwll not be
easy, you will arrive hurting, and in pain." I accept it. I would
suffer pain willingly to return to Buffy! "You will need to find Buffy
fast. What your demon tried so hard to do, has finally occurred. She
has lost everyone and everything. Her heart and her soul are broken.
She has left her home, her mother, her friends and her Watcher. When she
sent you to hell it was the last act to destroy her." She took a deep
breath and she looked at me with deep pain in her eyes. "She is suicidal
and if she lives long enough she intends to take her life on the
anniversary of the night you lost your soul... her eighteenth birthday"
I was terrified! No! I can't be so close only to have her die or kill
herself! Please no! I was frantic. "When do I go back?" I wanted to be
soon. I didn't want to wait!
"Now!" Was all I heard and I disolved into pain and fire. I felt the
sword in me again and the burning of hell. I felt the demon within me
rage as we were once again bonded in mind and body. I felt the
bloodlust grip me as my vampire body demanded sustenance, and the demon
demanded a life...and I fell forward onto the ground racked with pain
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I looked up in the dark of a forest and into the eyes of some teenagers.
I pulled myself to my knees and I looked around. I was in a circle, in
some woods. Obviously by the trappings, some teenagers were playing
with demonic evocating and got me. Bless their souls!
"Demon, we call you forth to do our bidding!" The apparent leader
chanted at me. I stood up and looked down at the sword in my chest. He
seemed confused at my appearance. I guess I didn't fit his expectation
of a demon. Little he knew.
"I demand you tell me your name!" He yelled at me. I looked at him
again. He realized had no power over me...I had no intention of giving
this fool my name. I reached up and pulled the sword out of my chest.
I looked around at him and his 'followers'.
"Run little man. You are a fool. Go home to your beds and forget you
ever called me forth!" I snarled at him sliding into my vampric image.
He seemed afraid which grew to outright terror when I easily stepped out
of his supposed circle of containment with my bloodied sword in my hand.
They screamed and started running. I grabbed one... "What is this place?
Where on Earth am I?" The boy emptied his bladder in fear and stuttered
the name I longed to hear..."Sunnydale California". I let him run.
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I walked toward town, stopping at a farm to fill myself on blood from
some cattle. My thirst raged in me. The demon was doing a serious battle
for control, having so recently been in the drivers seat of my body. I
fought and kept control. I squelched the urges to kill, and focused on
my need to see Buffy. I stopped at my apartment and grabbed my small
cross I used to control the urges when I fist regained my soul. The
pain kept me concious of the battle I would be fighting.
I couldn't ait and left to go to Buffy's house. Soon I was at her house.
I jumped up to the roof. Somehow I needed to explain what happened.
I looked through her window. Fear gripped me. Her room was a mess, and
she obviously had moved out. Her clothes were mostly gone. Bits and
pieces were scattered around the room where it seemed she had hurriedly
packed. I wanted to go in but was unable. I left.
There was one place I knew I could find out the information I needed. I
found myself on Willows porch. The last time I had been there I had
killed her fish, and left torturous notes. How would she accept my
appearance now? I knocked lightly on her door.
"Wait a minute Oz" she said softly as she padded across to the door. Oz?
Shy little Willow is used to having some male come knocking on her door
in the middle of the night? I smiled. I always knew there was more to
Willow than there originally appeared to be."OH" she said and stepped
back in outright fear as she saw it wasn't her Oz but was me.
"Willow, it's me, Angel" She looked at me and then her face lite up as
she smiled. I wondered why she accepted it was me so readily. "I need
to find Buffy, it's important. Do you know where she is?" She shook her
head 'no'. I noticed she made no attempt to invite me in however
...smart move.
" No I don't. No one has seen her since that day." I looked at her
confused. "You know, the day she went to close down Agorthra, or
whatever the hell his name was." She made a deep sigh. "We don't know
if she is alive or dead. We are assuming alive, since another Slayer
hasn't activated. How are you? "
"I don't remember alot. I got my soul back right before she stabbed me
and sent me to Hell" Willows eyes got big. " I just got back" I winced
internally at my phrasing. I sounded like getting back from Hell was
like taking a vacation to San Fransico for the weekend.....
"Then my working of Jenny's spell worked on you? You got your soul
back?" She was happy and proud and then a deep frown crossed her face.
"Angelus had already opened the portal?" I nodded sadly. "Then the only
way she could have closed the portal would have been to kill you!" Again
I nodded. "Oh no wonder she never came home! You got your soul back, and
she had to kill you!" Tears welled up in Willows eyes and streaked down
her face. I just nodded.
"We need to talk to Giles." She said reaching for the phone... I winced.
The last time Giles had seen me, I had just tortured the way to end the
world out of him... She turned to me, "meet us at the library" she
closed the door. I had no choice, I went to the library.
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I sat in the library nervously as I waited for them to appear. They all
had good reason to hate me. Giles most of all. They walked in as a
group. I remained sitting. I didn't want to appear threatening to them.
I had scared them far to much.
"Well if it isn't dead boy!" Xander snarled at me. There was a coldness
to Xander I had not seen before. He hated me more now than he ever had.
"What do you want?" Giles asked me coldly. Hate and fear glinting from
his eyes. His tone of voce was hard. The floundering Watcher was gone.
Here stood a dangerous man.
"I need to find Buffy" I said simply. I then told them what happened to
me, and what I was told about Buffy. They listened to all I said, and
never said a word. That would have been impossible for the Xander I
used to know.
"She's gone." Giles said slowly. "She never returned from that battle.
Her Mom said they had a fight over her being the Slayer. Her mom knows
now she is the Slayer. She apparently moved out that morning after the
battle, so we know she survived...physically. None of us have seen her
or have heard from her, nor do we know where she is. It's been six
months."
Six months? My God! she has been wandering alone, and hurting for six
months? "I've got to find her!" I told them. "She's going to die if I
don't!"
"Like hell, she'll probably die if you do! How do we know if the spell
worked. You murderous son of a bitch!" Xander snarled at me. I looked
him in the eye and ripped open my shirt and bared my chest.
"Then stake me. If I fail her and she dies, I want it anyway.!" He
stood staring at my chest in confusion... then I remembered. I was
wearing my small golden crucifix. I wore a small crucifix in the early
days after the curse when I battled the demon and the bloodlust. The
constant pain of the cross around my neck help keep the demon at bay. I
wore it again now because of how hard the demon was fighting since my
return to the physical plane. I guess a vampire wearing a cross was a
little bit too weird for Xander and the rest. But it finalized was me
and not Angelus in away I could never have done otherwize.
"Let's see if we can find her!" Willow blurted. The Friends of Buffy
started to work on finding her location. I had to find her! I didn't go
through hell, literally, just to go to her funeral!
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They searched for her each in their way. Giles in his books looking for
prophecy, Willow on the world wide web. As I watched he working I
realized I need to get more into computers, their handy..
"I think I got her!" Willow erupted from her chair waving at us to get
our attention. We all went over to her and tried to look at the screen
at the same time. Xander flinched when I came up next to him.... Damn,
it's going to take a long time for everyone to get comfortable around
me, if ever.
"A small town in northern Nevada reports having vampire problems. A
young blonde girl is fighting them but they need help." Willow looked up
with her deep expressive eyes. Do you think it is Buffy?"
"We need to check" Giles said as she handed him the print out with the
information for contact. I glanced at it quickly, a church? Giles
mumbled to himself as he walked into his office to make the call.
As we waited for the results of Giles phone conversation, the last
person I ever expected or wanted to see walked in... Buffy's mother.
What was weirder, no one else seemed surprised. No one changed what they
were doing in anyway.
She walked up to Willow. "Any word on her? Giles called me and told me
to come over. Something was going on" She was nervous, and I wondered
how much she knew and what she was thinking.
"We have a lead. She may be in Nevada" Willow continued with her web
searching. "Giles is checking now" Joyce sighed and looked around and
saw me. I expected her to run but she came right up to me.
" Your the One" she said to me simply. "Excuse Me?" I replied. I had
no idea where she was coming from, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
I remember Angelus stalking her, telling her Buffy and I had made love,
and then was stalking her. God that must have made life difficult for
Buffy and her mother must think I am a psycho!
"Your the one who broke my daughters heart and then stalked her." She
hissed at me, the mother protecting the offspring. "She said she was
going to kill you when she left that night"
""I never meant to hurt anyone" I stammered. I sounded lame in my own
ears. I looked around as Giles came up and put his arm around her...
Giles and Joyce?
"Joyce" Giles got her attention from me. "I told you what happened the
night of her birthday. Angel lost his soul. What happened afterwards
was the demon... NOT Angel. Angel didn't hurt Buffy on purpose, there
was nothing he could do. Angel loves Buffy and she loves him." He pulled
her into a hug and kissed her forehead.
Joyce pulled away and yelled at me " So why the hell are you showing up
now? Why didn't you show up then?" Anger and pain warred in her eyes.
I didn't want to hurt her further by letting her think I abandoned Buffy
by choice in anyway.
"Buffy sent me into Hell that day. Literaly. To close the portal to
Hell, which if left open would have destroyed the world, she had to
send me to Hell. I just now got back" Joyce just stared at me and then
looked to Giles who nodded. She walked away and sat down. I watched
after her. I wasn't on the best of terms with the mother of the woman I
loved... but it could be worse.
"I talked with the Priest of the Catholic church, A Father Makahey. Yes
I believe Buffy is there. He described her well, right down to the
leather jacket, cross and claddah ring. They are in dire striates
though. She has been fighting, but she but is exausted, demorolized and
weak. We need to get there soon" Giles looked at the group. What an
interesting crew we made.
"How are we going to get to Northern Nevada? Oz's van won't make that
kind of a trip and your car isn't big enough..." Xander thought out loud
for all of us. I added in my mind I can't travel in an unshielded car
in daylight. I realized it was time to call in favors of old friends
and go car shopping.
"Joyce, we need to get a vehicle for the trip. Will you take me?" She
looked at me in surprise. I thought keeping her involved would be smart.
She nodded and followed me out to her car. "Giles, be ready to leave
when we return" I call to him as I left. I saw him nod.
I climbed into the car she opened the door for me. I wondered if she
really understood that was a vampire or had thought I had just been
cursed. Is she really that oblivious? We didn't talk beyond my
instructions to go to a particular car lot.
We arrived at the car lot. I had saved the owner's life and family
about 15 years ago. I was now calling in the favor. He met me with a
big smile. "Angel, how nice to see you what can I do for you?" I was
unused to people being happy to see me. Especially recently. Joyce
wandered off. I told him what we needed as we walked.
He showed me a limo with darkened windows in the back. Large enough for
the whole crowd and big enough to be a mobile lair in the daytime. The
large trunk would hold the luggage and the weapons. "Write it up. The
owner will be the woman with me. Speed is of the essence" I told him as
I handed him my credit card.
Joyce accepted my decision to register the car in her name and gave the
owner the information and then drove her car home after the inital paper
work was finished. I drove the limo when it was ready. She was packed
and ready to go when I drove up in the limo. She stared at it. I guess
she didn't realize what kind of car I bought her...."You gave me this?"
she asked in a small shocked voice. I nodded affirmative. "Why?" she
asked.
"I am not completely current and up to date on my on my ID." I had
alternate identities for business transactions, but I was unsure of
their status since I had been out of contact with my solicitator for 6
months. "It would have cause too many problems for him. If I don't
survive, you can sell it and spend the money however you wish" If Buffy
was not alive I would not see another night, I vowed to myself.
"Why shouldn't you survive?" She asked. Damn, she saw more than I
originally meant to say. Why do mom's always ask the hardstuff?
"My only purpose on this earth is Buffy." I told her gently. "If she
is dead, or refuses me and or my help when we find her, I won't be
around to worry about the car." That sounded maudlin to my own ears...
maybe she still thinks I'm an obsessed psychotic. In a way I am.
"Giles tells me you a vampire" She said softly. Talk about non sequiter.
I now see where Buffy gets it. The cats out of the bag... now what do
I do?
"Yes" I answer simply and honestly. Honesty is the best policy... until
I get staked.
"How long have you loved my daughter?" She turned toward me with her
large eyes. She reminded me so much of Buffy it hurt. I wondered if
Buffy would be much like her mother if she lived that long. Hopefully
not as oblivious...
I decided to tell her mother the truth. " I have loved her since she
knocked me on my ass in an alley behind the Bronze, right after you
moved to Sunnydale. That was the night I gave her the cross"
"You gave her the cross she always wears?" Joyce seems to be putting
things together. I hope I'm not getting Buffy into trouble. If I want a
chance in her life, I better been on good terms with her mother... "the
leather jacket?" she asked softly. I nodded as another piece dropped
into place for her.
"The ring?" She asked softly. I winced. She obviously connect the
claddah ring with Buffy's pain. She reached over and took my right hand
with the ring on it. "What does it mean?" she asked softly holding my
hand and looking at the ring closer. I felt uncomfortable, I was
holding hands with Buffy's mother...
"The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty, the
heart, well you know.. love" As I said those words I remembered telling
them to Buffy on that cold pier.. I had been too shy to tell her even
then, I loved her more than life itself.
"You loved her totally, even then." She made a statement. Not a
question. She looked up and tears were in her eyes. "I saw her the day
after her birthday. I saw her pain, but she wouldn't tell me what was
wrong. I held her as she cried, her heart was broken, I could tell,
but I couldn't help" Tears streaked down her face silently. She cries
just like her daughter.
"Buffy wanted you protect you. She loves you very much. She didn't ask
to be the Slayer" I took her hand in mine. We were now parked at the
school. "you were her piece of sanity, her normality, her foundation.
She hated lying to you, but was afraid to tell you. Afraid you would be
eaten with fear, and hate her for it" Joyce accepted what I said.
Imaginethat, me, calming her.
"Your hands are cold" I nodded. She was beginning to pick up the
differences between me and a human. This was good. Time for a lesson
for the Slayer's mother in vampirism..
"I also don't breath or cast a reflection. I cannot go out into the
sunlight, or enter a human's residence without an invitation. I can be
injured by holy objects" I decided to state the necessary items, she
needs to know. " I can be killed by the sunlight, by fire, decapitation,
or wood through the heart" She looked at me with large eyes.
" How old are you?" She finally asked. She was just as much into the
non-sequiter as Buffy. I smiled
"245 years old" She startled. "I know I am older than Buffy, older than
your grandmother for that fact. Between us, Age doesn't matter" I
winced internally. Right Angel, tell the woman whose 17 year old
daughter you love, had sex with, and then broke her heart, that age
doesn't matter. Sometimes I can be so stupid I even amaze myself.
"You really and truly honestly love her" She stated the truth simply. I
nodded. there was nothing I could add to that statement. She continued.
" I can't stop you. Rupert explained to me of the chances for her
retiring from Slaying was nil until you came along. She was unlikely to
live this long after she lost you. With you by her side, she may live
long enough to retire." She looked out the window, tears running down
her face. To realize the mortality of your child was too painful for a
parent. I know that. All to well. "But so help me God, if you ever
hurt her like that again... like you hurt her this last time.. I'll kill
you myself!"
I stared at her open mouthed. She meant it. I told her "If I ever hurt
her like that again, I'd want you to." She nodded and walked into the
school. Now I know where Buffy gets the attitude.
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We loaded up everyone, and since it was still night, I started the
driving. I could easily drive all night. Day would be their problem.
We headed north and east. I strongly dislike driving into the rising
Dawn. Every bit of my essence wanted to run and hide. When the begining
dawn's light became too painful for me, I pulled over and went into the
back. They were all sleeping. I woke Giles, and sent him up front to
drive. I crawled into a corner and tried to sleep.
I had my usual nightmares of blood and destruction. I relived the
things the demon did in my body after I lost my soul for the second
time. I awoke from my nightmares with a cry on my lips, to find
everyone awake and watching me. I realized I had woken them with my
nightmares. I apologized for waking them and mumbled something about
nightmares. Xander mumbled something about knowing what I meant, and
glad I had them too.
Sleep is not essential for vampires. It does however help pass the time
when your trapped in a vehicle with people who used to be your friends,
but now aren't. I slipped back into it in a vain attempt to avoid their
stares.
The dream I had terrified me when I had gone back to sleep. I saw
Buffy, she was gaunt, tired and depressed. She spirit had been broken.
She was a shell of the woman I remembered. She was an automaton who
battled vampires while giving them unbelievable chances to end her
life. It was almost as if she was suicidal and hoping they would do the
act for her. Her clothes that were usually neat and flattering to her,
were uncared for. Her hair was stringy and unbrushed. Even at the end
of a full battle she never looked this bad. Not even when she died at
the master's hand! My heart broke and I cried out for her.
I awoke with her name on my lips and the sound of my scream resounding
in the limousine. Once again, I woke everyone up with my nightmare.
Joyce was looking at me closely. I felt like a bug under glass.
I apologized again and decided that sleep was not my thing to do. I
looked out the window at the daylight. Being out in the day was unusual
for me. Too bad the scenery had to be the desolation of I5.
I needed to see Buffy so badly it was a physical pain. Even being
stabbed and sent to hell didn't hurt this badly. What if she hates me
when I find her? What if she refuses me and doesn't want me around her
at all? What if she can never trust me again?
I looked into my heart. What did I want from her? Everything. That
night on her birthday gave me a taste of heaven not even heaven could
compete with. When she made love to me, my life was complete. I wanted
her, mind body and soul. I wanted her in my life. I wanted to be
capable to touch her whenever I wanted to. My God I wanted to be her
partner for the rest of her life...
What if she hates me? What if she doesn't want me in her life not even
as a protector? I am a fool if I think for one moment that she wants
me, a vampire, in her life as a long term partner. I can't give her a
normal life. I can't give her children. What have I to offer her as a
consort. I am a fool.
By the time we stopped somewhere for dinner I was thoroughly depressed.
The sun was setting enough to allow me to get out of the car. For lack
of anything else to do I joined them for dinner. I told the waitress
that I just wanted a bottomless glass of sprite. I also would be picking
up the tab for the table.
I watched them eat. Apparently the food was good, judging by the gusto
with which they attacked their meals. Xander had no qualms about
seriously running up the bill. I smiled to myself. Let him feel he is
getting one up on me. He deserves the feeling.
Since it was dark, I drove the rest of the way. I could feel the pull of
the master that resonated Buffy ever since he bite her. I speed up, we
were less than 10 miles from our destination. I sped up.
We were within 5 miles when I was pulled over by a Nevada highway patrol
for doing 105mph. My first urge was to kill him and drive on. But I
don't think that would go over well with the others. I really get
disgusted at my darker urges.
"Going to a fire?' The officer sarcastically asked me as I handed him
my ID praying it was still valid.
"No, vampire hunting" I snarled. Have I lost my mind? The last thing I
need to have happen is have this over grown boyscout get a hankering to
arrest me. Hunger must be making me really irritable. I noticed he was
looking at the half made stake on the seat beside me... Oh good, now he
is going to think I'm crazy!
" Heading into the next town I take it" he asked, seriously. I nodded.
"The majority of the people are camping out in the church on main street
near the town center. That's where the Slayer is staying. You may want
to go there first." With that he handed me my ID and walked away.
I sat for a bit in total surprise. Buffy was known to him and the
vampires? This was just too weird. I saw cattle off the side o the road
and realized I really needed to feed. Hunger ate at me like acid. I
didn't need to tempt fate by going into battle undernourished and under
strength. Giles got out of the back to see what was going on. I told
him about the interaction with the officer, and then told him to drive
up the road a mile and wait 5 minutes and come back and get me. I got
out and walked toward the cattle. He did as I asked. Thanks the Gods
for rational Watchers. I hate chasing cows around.
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After he picked me up again, we finished the drive into the town. It was
deserted. We drove until we found the church. I frowned. They thought
they were safe in the church, but in fact they were sitting ducks. A
vampire can enter into a church. Fledglings disliked to, it was painful
for them, but an older vampire could do so easily.
Giles parked in front of the church and climbed in back. "Willow, go
into the church and see if Buffy is there. You are the least
threatening to her right now." Willow nodded and climbed out of the car
and went into the church. We all waited in fear of her response to us
being there. She had left all of them. She thought I was in Hell.
What would be her response to us?
Giles looked at us and continued. "Buffy has been very deeply
emotionally hurt. Remember how she was after the Spring fling? Be
supportive. Angel don't be too pushy." That was an understatement. She
had been a regular bitch when she had come back from the summer at her
dads. I still remember her dance with Xander. I almost killed him that
night because of it...
I planned to be opened and accepting. Let her control the interaction
and take it where and how she wants to. I was so anxious my teeth hurt.
Willow returned quicker than expected, smiling. "I found her. I told
her the 'whole team' was here. I didn't tell her Angel or her Mom were
her though." Willow started to cry and took in a deep sobbing breath.
"Oh Giles, she looks so horrible!" She hugged Joyce tightly.
We all got out of the limousine. People stared at us untrustingly. We
were stangers in a town where stranger could mean yur death. I followed
behind the others at a small distance. I wanted them to see her first,
to support her in the shock I knew it would be to her for her to see me.
She had sent me to Hell after all. She may fear what came back out of
Hell.
I saw a vampire approaching a woman who was allowing him to come too
close. He was a fledgling, probably made within the last 24 hours. She
probably didn't even know he was a vampire. Before he knew what hit him
I buried a stake into his back and he exploded into dust. She looked at
me shocked. I looked up to the stares of the townspeople. They looked at
me different now too. I was a vampire hunter to them now. I guess I
inocently managed to establish our credentials without even trying.
I walked toward the church. I saw they had a barricade where you had to
place your hand in holy water, or touch a cross to enter the building.
Not wonderful, but has showed that someone, probably Buffy was thinking.
I pointed to the cross around my neck and was waved in. I guess they
can't conceive of a vampire wearing a cross either.
I entered the church and looked around. The people were packed into
here like sitting ducks. We needed to seal the building. I saw Giles
and Joyce talking with a priest as I headed for them up toward the
Altar.
When I got closer, off to the side of the alter was Buffy. She appeared
just as I saw in my nightmare. She was thin, gaunt and unkempt. Her
clothes were dirty and torn. She had vampire dust covering her. She
obviously wasn't taking care of herself after her battles. Her eyes
were closed and there were tears on her face. She looked exhausted.
The fear in people's eyes as they looked at the woman they believed was
the only person to save them, could only be described as blind terror.
I watched as Willow and Xander approached her and hugged her. Giles and
her Mom followed, and the hugs were repeated. Was a hug to much for me
to hope for? I wanted such a hug from her so bad it hurt.
She smiled at all of them, and then a painful expression came over her
face and she dissolved into tears. I walked closer. I couldn't stand it
anymore. I NEEDED to be closer, I needed to hear her words.
"Oh God Giles, I killed him!" She said around her sobs. The people who
were around her listened to her every word. This was a legendary
Slayer... not often you get to experience the legends. "He got his soul
back and he didn't know what was happening, - and I killed him!" she
looked at Willow who had tears running down her face. "I had no choice,
the vortex to Hell was open and the whole world would have been sucked
into Hell!" The people around her stared. Disbelief on their faces.
"It wasn't that demon bastard... him I could have killed easily... It
was Angel, Giles... He didn't know what happened, but he told me loved
me...and then I sent him into hell to close the vortex!" She dissolved
into tears into her Watchers arms. I wanted to be holding her right
then so bad my teeth hurt. I think this whole thing actually hurt her
more than it hurt me. I was used to dealing up close and personal with
the demon inside me.
I couldn't stand it any more. I came up to her and dropped to my knee
in front of her. "Buffy" I said gently to her hidden face. My voice was
husky with suppressed tears. It sounded odd in my own ears. " You did
what you had to do. You had no choice. It wasn't your fault!"
She erupted out of Giles embrace to do battle. I realized suddenly she
didn't recognize my voice, she didn't know who I was. "Like hell it
wasn't my fault he.." She stopped and just stared in
disbelief..."Angel?" she said softly just like she did that fateful day.
I nodded.
"ANGEL!" She screamed as she launched herself into my arms, hugging and
kissing me hungrily. If anyone in the church had missed our reunion
with the Slayer... they all were looking now, and I didn't care!
Her lips tasted better than I remembered. Her touch inflamed me, and
brought my need for her to an acute hardness. She kept crying and saying
" I thought I lost you forever" and all I could say was "I love you". It
was if I was trying to make up for all the time I should have said it
but was too scared to. I was lost in her touch. My whole body cried
out for her. I absorbed her attentions like the desert absorbs the
rain.
"Excuse me" Giles was attempting to interrupt us. I briefly wonder how
long had he tried to separate us. I flashed him a glare that made him
step back a step. He continued though. " Lets get rid of the vampires,
so we can all go home?" It made sense even though it was the last thing
I wanted to do right then. I was in heaven with Buffy in my arms. ...
but what I really wanted to do wasn't appropriate to do in front of an
Altar, or in a church full of people either. The demon in me squirmed.
Buffy whined as I released her. "Later love" I whispered in her ear.
She looked me in the eye and nodded. I kissed her forehead. The fight
and the Spirit was back in my love. We were going to dust some vampire
ass.
"Willow, do you have the spell to seal a dwelling?" I asked her quickly
going into Slayerette mode. She nodded "The faster we dealt with these
bastards the faster we can get home. Implement the spell on the church
now. These people in here are sitting ducks." The priest and those
nearby me looked up in fear and shock.
"Father, who has maps on the nearby abandoned mines?" He thought and
when he looked like he remembered I told him " Get them to bring the
maps here. We will finish this tonight" I collected Xander and Joyce
and we went out to the car and brought in the weapons. We readied the
stakes and other weapons and it wasn't long until the maps had arrived.
Giles and the others poured over the maps while Buffy and I went
hunting for a fledgling more than willing to exchange information for a
quick death.
Once we had the maps it didn't take long to figure out where they were
hiding. Buffy, Giles, Xander and I went to attack them leaving Willow
and Joyce at the church. As we left I saw Joyce staring at the result of
the amage the vampires did to the town, the mourning of the survivors of
the fallen. I think that was when she finally saw the necessity of the
Slayer at that time. It will make Buffy's life easier in the future.
The battle was tight and furious. We succeeded because they never
expected Buffy to be in top form and with friends. They were also
shocked at a vampire helping the Slayer. We fought all night, picking
off the stragglers.
We returned to the church before dawn. We collected Willow and Joyce
and tried to leave, except we were hugged and kissed by everybody.
Being around so many mortals made my skin crawl and I escaped to the
limo. It took the others awhile longer to get out.
While alone with my solitude, I sat in the dark limousine and thought.
She loves me. All those horrible things I did and she still loves me.
Granted she stabbed me through the chest and sent me to Hell, but in the
total picture it was minor. I sat in the dark waiting for them to come
out... I needed her so badly it hurt.
Eventually they climbed in... Buffy came over to me immediately and
curled up beside me, putting her head on my chest and instantly fell
asleep. She must have been exhausted. Feeling her hair and her soft
breath on my chest was erotic. I looked over at her mother embarrassed.
I felt uncomfortable snuggling with Buffy while everyone watched. But,
I was more than willing to experience the embarrassment to be able lay
there as her pillow and enjoy her trust in me.
Joyce sat there and watched us. I felt uncomfortable with the scrutiny.
I looked at her as I put my arm around Buffy who smiled in her sleep and
snuggled closer to me, running her hand under my shirt to rest on my
chest. Buffy let out a contented sigh. Joyce smiled. I relaxed.
Buffy was exhausted. she slept all day. When night fell and it became
my turn to go forward to drive, she became upset and restless until she
joined me up front where she promptly laid across the seat with her head
in my lap and went back to sleep. She seemed to need physical contact
from me. I didn't mind, I loved it.
I tried to keep my mind on the road, but all I could think about was her
head in my lap. She snuggle right up against my erection in her sleep,
and the pressure of her head wasn't helping it soften in the least! I
drove on, realizing her attentions to me were in total innocence, She
needed the physical contact... it was just to bad for me it was driving
me crazy in the process. I didn't think it was possible to drive eight
hundred miles with a hard on... I learned otherwise. By the time we
reached Sunnydale the sun was close to rising within the hour, and I
was nearly setting.
Buffy awoke finally. I realized she probably had the first good sleep in
the six months that I was gone. She looked at me and took my hand and
kissed it. "I thought you were a dream" She said so softly, running her
tongue over my hand. My erection snapped back. It was getting painful!
"How did you get back from hell?" She unconsciously stroked my thigh. I
had a problem making complete sentences, but I finally told her the
entire story.
"I thought I lost you forever" She started to cry. I put my arm around
her and pulled her into me tight.
"No Buffy" I told her softly. "I thought I lost you forever! I knew you
would never go to Hell, so I knew that I couldn't even look forward to
seeing you when it was your time to cross over." I don't know where it
came from but it just came out. "I love you. I tried not to but I can't
help myself. I know we have alot to work on, but I want you in my life
forever. " OOPS, so much for letting her set the pace, I just blew that
plan all to Hell.
"Are you proposing to me?" Shocked at her assumption, I glanced at
her. As she asked, her face lite up with a bright smile and she
unconsciously licked her lips while her pupils dilated and her heartbeat
had increased. I hadn't officially been, but since she seemed to like
the idea so much, I grabbed the opportunity.
"Yeah. I guess I am" I looked out to the road. I didn't want to
profess my love then kill her in a car accident. "Will you marry me
Buffy?" So much for romance. Proposing in the car while both of us
need showers, covered with the dust of dead vampires and her mother in
the back. Should make my record for the inane. I distracted myself. I
was terrified she didn't want me. Never had I put so much on the line.
"Yes Angel, I will marry you" She kissed my hand as she told me that,
and I stared at her. She had to redirect my attention to the road. I
was happiest I had ever been, and no curse would break it now!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We dropped Willow and Xander at their respective houses. I wondered
briefly what they told their parents of our little interstate trip, and
realized I really didn't care. We dropped Giles off at the library as I
wondered why he even bothered to have a house.
We dropped Joyce at her house. Buffy had made it clear to her mother
during the ride home she wasn't moving back home with her mother. Joyce
wasn't happy, but she was relieved Buffy was back in Sunnydale.
As hesitantly asked Buffy where she wanted me to drop her off. I had no
idea what her plans were. She smiled at me with the little smile, the
one that I know means I'm in alot of trouble. "Take me home with you
Angel" She stroked her hand up my thigh from the knee to my upper thigh.
I swallowed hard.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. It was a big step to go from
living with your parents to, to living with someone. Especially someone
with my proclivities. Having her live with me was beyond my wildest
thoughts or even fantasies. She was my dream, my passion. Now she
offered it all to me on a silver platter. She laughed deep in her
throat. "Yes, I am sure Angel." I just nodded. I couldn't talk.
We arrived right before dawn. I hadn't pushed the dawn like this in a
century. I knew it was going to be worth it though. Buffy walked in
carrying her bags, and I followed carrying the rest. I looked at the
luggage, and realized it was real. Buffy was moving in with me! She
would eat and sleep in my apartment. She would sleep in my bed next to
me.
My apartment was a mess. I looked around, dust was all over things, and
the bed was unmade. My memory flashed back to the night of her birthday
when she gifted me with the gift of her love, and I repaid it with her
own demon trip through hell. I had to make it up to her.
I reached for her and she came into my arms as if we had never been
apart. This time we didn't have an audience. I can't believe my luck,
all that I put her through and she still loves me. Right then, I
thanked the Goddess who made it possible for me to return to her.
"Let's take a shower and wash off the gore" I whispered in her ear. She
nodded, and together we walked toward the bathroom. She stopped suddenly
and looked up at me with her big eyes wide "Together" she asked softly.
I nodded.
"Unless you don't want to. I thought it would be fun" I told her. I
kicked myself. She still was a little skittish, she had been a virgin on
that fateful night of her seventeenth birthday...
She smiled and pulled me into the bathroom and started to strip. Smiling
at her virginal exuberance I stopped her. She had he back to me and
removed her shirt partially. I then saw the tattoo on her right
shoulder blade. A small replica of mine, coloured in. "Angel's girl"
over it in celtic script. I was floored. "What is this?" I asked her,
stroking it.. it was new and fresh, less than a week or so old.
"My memorial for you." She said softly. She seemed shy for the fact.
She loved me enough to etch my name into her skin, forever. I couldn't
speak so I turned her toward me and kissed her. I slowly removed her
shirt. When we had made love it had been passion filled, but very
little actually seen of each other. I wanted to SEE her!
She stayed still as I slowly removed her bra, releasing her breasts
from their confinement. I sank to my knees and found myself at just the
right height to worship them properly. I kissed each nipple before I
settled in paying particular attention to the right one while playing
with the left one with my fingers. I ran my tongue over the soft curves
and the little aureole.
She moaned and arched into my attentions. My sucking became harder as
she twitched and moaned. While continuing with my attention to her
breasts, I pulled down her pants and she stepped out of them. She stood
there completely nude. I could smell her musky smell which made me
giddy.
I pulled back and looked at her, she was on her toes, arched for my
touch. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My erection was
painful. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled as she said softly "My
turn...Standup" I could do naught but obey.
I stood and she came close and ran her hands over my shirt. I wore it
through Hell and back, literally, and it looked like it. It had the
cut from the sword she had thrust into my chest, scorch marks, and tears
from the battle. She looked at it minimally and removed it slowly
playing her fingers over my skin as she did so.
She trailed kisses over the chest, and stopped at my nipple. I groaned
as she nipped and sucked on it. Her warm moist mouth on my chest was
driving me insane! She went to the other one and then nibbled down my
abdomen.
I could tell she was enjoying what she was doing.. I could smell her
moisture building between her legs. While it was stimulating for me, it
was also obviously erotic for her. I stopped my impulse to take it
further and let her play.
She smiled hesitantly and grabbed a hold of my belt. I wanted to be
inside her so much it hurt. I held my passion and she began to undo my
leather pants and pull them down. " I love the leather pants Angel" she
breathed huskily, running her nails over my erection in a lovers caress.
"Consider them a major part of my wardrobe" I whispered back. If she is
that easily to please... right now I would wear a tutu if it pleased
her. She finished releasing my pants and pulled them down.
She was partially bent over pulling down my pants, so my erection
bounced out at eye level to her. She seemed startled by it in some way.
She looked up to me with eyes wide. "It's so big!" I smiled. It was
nice to be appreciated by your lover. She hadn't had a good look at me
that night. She seemed a little afraid of it. I thought our little
morning delight had been canceled for virginal fear. I was wrong.
She surprised me. She dropped to her knees and kissed the head of my
penis. Her mouth was soft, moist and warm and everything I had ever
fantasized about. She slowly took me into her mouth and experimented
with licking and suction. I thought I would loose my mind. My knees
became weak and I held onto her shoulder for balance.
She was obviously inexperienced, trying things she must have read about.
Her inexperience excited me. Here was the woman I loved, and I would
be able to initiate her into the pleasures and joys of sex. I licked my
lips in anticipation.
I had to pull her off of me, I couldn't take much more. I pulled her up
to standing, and lifted her off the floor into a deep kiss.. While
kissing, I reached in and started the shower. I wanted us both to be
clean when we made love. She smiled and stepped into the shower, and I
followed.
I wet her hair slowly and then shampooed her hair. She stood there
slowly as I washed her body, everywhere. I softly stroked her breasts,
and her taught abdomen. I briefly wondered if she would regret that I
could not give her children. I pushed the though away. I washed
between her legs, and smiled as her knees bucked under the attention.
Anywhere I touched her seemed to stimulate her more. When I knew she
was totally scrubbed I rinsed her off.
She then returned the favor. She washed my hair. She oohhed and Aaahhhd
over the scorching my hair took in hell. I told her not to worry about
it. It was nothing now.
She lathered my body and then proceeded to drive me crazy with scrubbing
every piece of skin I had with her hands. She stroked my arms and
chest. She scrubbed down my legs and calves. I had to bite my lip as
she scrubbed my penis and scrotum. The more she handle it the more
there was to handle. She rinsed me off from the soap and continued to
play with me. She giggled and played with my erection and scrotum with
the innocence of youth and discovery. Bouncing them and stroking them,
watching as they responded to different stimuli. I tried to just stand
there and let her play, but I was loosing control. I caught myself
growling back in the throat. She laughed and kissed me.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I lifted her up and slid her gently
down onto my straining erection. She gasped as I felt myself entering
into her slightly, and wrapped her legs around my hips as I slid home.
She cried out as I felt her maidenhood again. I moaned deeply and thrust
hard through the obstruction and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her
legs tightened around me hard.
I placed her back up against the wall of the shower and kissed her
deeply as I slid in and out of her as she thrust up against me. She
moaned and said nonsense syllables and half words interspersed with my
name. I kept it up until she came screaming my name loud enough to wake
the dead... and most certainly every next door neighbor!
Life isn't fair to us guys. A woman can have several orgasms to our
one... so I made sure she had her count before I allowed myself the
finality. I felt myself getting close, and I transformed, my teeth
finding her neck.
Again she welcomed my teeth in my need. As she orgasmed, I sank my
teeth into her throat. Her warm blood pulsed in my mouth driven my her
orgasm driven by my cock as I pulsed myself deep within her womb. She
screamed my name as she came.
I pulled away before I drank too much. The power in a Slayer's blood is
incredible. To take it at orgasm makes it stronger. I licked at the
wound as it closed. She held onto me weak and spent as I nuzzled her
neck.
It is a good thing I own the building, or our noisy lovemaking could
have had me evicted. I smiled at the thought of eviction for noisy sex.
She just hung on me spent. She was exhausted and once the immediate
passion was over she folded like a house of cards. I rinsed her off and
carried her out of the shower and immediately she started to shiver.
Damn it I forgot to turn on the heat when we came in. I forget things
like that, I don't need it.
I quickly dried her off and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel and
carried her to the bed. I laid her on my bed and tucked her in. She
looked up at me with a big smile and said "Please Angel, come to bed
with me" Like she had to ask...I nodded and slid in beside her.
She feel asleep, a big smile on her face. Dispite my being cold to the
touch, she snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest and arm
across my abdomen. She loved me. She accepted my proposal of marriage
and moved in with me. She made love to me and bared her throat in
passion to me. I was happier than I had ever been in my life, alive or
undead. This time no curse would tear it from me.
I watched her sleep until I fell asleep, as the sun rose outside my
apartment on our new life together.
Fin?
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