Title: Promise of the Night
Author: Lysa
Posted: 06-17-2003
Email: lysawhitmore@aol.com
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations and vampires at play.
Category: Smut, BtVS2
Content: Vamp C/Aus
Summary: Angelus’ newest childe awakens to the promise of the night. Now a vampire, Cordelia explores her new identity with the guidance of her sire.
Spoilers: BtVS Season 2
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Anywhere but let me know
Notes: By request, this is the sequel to Open Invitation.
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Thanks/Dedication:Part 1
Even in death, Cordelia Chase looked stunningly gorgeous as she lay in the open casket lined with silk and scented flowers. Her dark chestnut hair cascaded across the pillow in a wave that curled over her shoulders. Dressed in black, Cordelia’s face contrasted sharply with the dark color of her clothes. The makeup the funeral home had used was slightly glossy compared to Cordelia’s usual style, but her face was perfect.
“It’s been three days, Giles,” Buffy stared down into the coffin. She had been patrolling the morgue and the funeral home for the last two days, but there was no sign of Cordelia rising from the dead. This was the third day when her parents had miraculously returned from overseas and swept in to finalize the arrangements.
There was a memorial service at school today, but Buffy found that she could not go. She felt accountable for Cordelia’s death. Though he had left no note claiming responsibility for taking the brunette’s life, Buffy knew that it was Angelus. After all, Cordy was killed on the same night Angelus vowed to leave a trail of her friends’ dead bodies on her front porch.
Cordelia was the first, though it surprised Buffy that Angel had started with her rather than Willow, Xander or Giles.
The Watcher kept a comforting hand on the Slayer’s shoulder. “He may not have turned her, Buffy. Perhaps Angel’s purpose was just to kill Cordelia.”
“Don’t call him that,” Buffy looked pained at the use of Angel’s name. “It’s not him. Not without his soul. Angelus did this.”
Xander stood next to Buffy with one hand on the coffin. “That vamp is dust.”
“Angel-us seemed to turn his other victims into minions as soon as he got the chance,” Willow pointed out that the vampire was trying to increase the numbers of his clan. “Why stop with Cordelia?”
Giles commented, “I’m not certain that he did.”
“It’s been three days,” stressed Buffy. “I’ve never known a vamp to take so long to rise. I think she’s just dead.”
Frowning, Giles removed his glasses and tapped his mouth with the tip of the ear piece. “There is one possibility that we should not ignore.”
“What’s that?”
“According to what we know— meaning the Council— vampires drain their victims to the point of death then feed them their own,” Giles reminded them. What they probably did not know was, “It does not take much of the sire’s blood to turn the victim and a fledgling will normally rise by the next sunset. However, master vampires have the ability to create childer in addition to mere minions.”
“Childer?” Xander asked.
“Drusilla is Angelus’ childe,” Buffy understood the relationship. “He created her, but she is more powerful than the regular vamps.”
“Yes. Drusilla later created Spike as her own childe, but the vampire hierarchy remains that Angel— Angelus is the sire of their line. They are the master vampires of the Order of Aurelius while the others are simply their minions.” Giles explained his theory. “It could be that Angelus intends for Cordelia to become one of his childer.”
“What’s that got to do with the three days?”
“More blood is shared by the sire,” Giles said. “The conversion process takes longer, but the result is a more powerful vampire.”
“Oh.” Buffy gazed back into the coffin again. “Then Cordelia would be part of Angel’s family? Like a— daughter?”
Giles squirmed a bit and started to clean his glasses. “More likely, she would be his mate as long as Angelus remains interested in the relationship. Though there is still a bit of a parent-child bond in the beginning when the newly risen vampire is learning to hunt and feed. Dependance upon continued supplementation of the sire's blood is built into the bond for the first few days until the childe attains full strength.”
The Slayer stopped listening after Giles’ comment about Cordelia being Angel’s mate. A flash of jealousy hit her solar plexus spreading out like a wildfire across her body. “What was she doing with Angelus in the first place?”
Willow reminded Buffy that the brunette had not been present when Angelus arrived at the school and announced his identity. She had gone out the other exit near her car. “He probably tricked her into thinking he was Angel.”
Upon hearing about Cordelia’s death, Willow had a guilt-trip of her own. If she had not reacted like an idiot at seeing Cordelia and Xander kissing in the library, the other teen might not have left the library so quickly. She might not have run into Angelus in the school parking lot. She might still be alive.
“That vamp is dust,” Xander parroted his new mantra.
“What now?” Willow asked. “Do we keep up the vampire vigil or come back for the funeral in the morning?”
Giles hated to suggest this, but there was one way to ensure Cordelia did not rise as a vampire. “We could decapitate her.”
“Eep!”
“What?! Giles!”
“That vamp is dust.”
Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Giles retracted the suggestion. “Forget I even mentioned it.”
“I’ve done enough already,” Buffy sighed. “If I have to stake her, then I’ll deal. Until I know she’s a vampire I’m assuming she’s just dead.”
The group exiting the building was more dry-eyed than the funeral director might expect, but he had no clue that their tears were held in reserve for the final news about the fate of their friend. They were the last visitors of the day and he had allowed them their privacy.
Outside, Buffy suggested that the others go home for the night. “I’m sticking around for a while.”
“I hope things are— peaceful,” Giles nodded his understanding.
With a little wave, Willow followed after the Watcher. “Goodnight, Buffy.”
Xander barely noticed that the other two were leaving. He kept staring back at the funeral home door. “It’s my fault, Buffy. I sent her off to get ready for my stupid plan to raid the Army Depot. Told her to dress trashy. I left her alone.”
Placing a hand on Xander’s shoulder, Buffy reminded him, “It wasn’t a stupid plan. It did work. The Judge is a pile of charcoal. This isn’t your fault.”
She was hugging him close trying to make him understand that if it was anyone’s fault, the blame belonged to her. Xander pulled back. He didn’t want to be comforted, but saw the pain on Buffy’s face. He pressed a kiss on her forehead before turning to leave. Over his shoulder he vowed, “Angelus will pay for this.”
Buffy wasn’t certain she was ready to let Xander stake him. She knew she wasn’t ready to do it herself. There had to be another way. Please God, let there be another way. A way to save him. Maybe Angelus was pure demon. An evil, soulless creature of the night who had started on victimizing her friends. Somewhere out there was the soul the Kalderash gypsies had cursed him with. The soul that made him Angel.
Jenny Calendar promised to search for the curse. Buffy had been pissed to learn that Ms. Calendar was really planted at the school to spy on her relationship with Angel. One of the descendants of the gypsy clan that cursed him, she might have a slim chance of doing some good if she could locate the means of reensouling the vampire.
Patrolling around the building, Buffy noticed the funeral director lock the doors and leave for the evening. He had worked late hours preparing everything for Cordelia’s parents. They wanted the best and had probably paid for it.
As Buffy took a seat on the front steps, she leaned back to stare up at the full moon. It was huge and bright overhead. The sunset had left the sky with a tinge of red that now faded to black. Waiting for any sign of trouble, any twinge of her Slayer senses telling her that trouble lurked nearby, Buffy started counting stars to pass the time.
***
Sire.
Desperate need gnawed within her as Cordelia awakened. There was a thirst so great she felt desert dry. Thirst— and hunger. A need that was something more than just the need for liquid, but the sustenance provided by the one liquid that was mother’s milk to a newborn vampire. Blood. She craved it. Needed it. Thurst, hunger— and want. Yes, she acknowledged. There was something more that she wanted. Needed it even more than the blood.
Sire.
He was close— the one who made her. Angelus. The want that filled her was more than mere desire though the memories that filled Cordelia’s head proved that existed before her turning. It a was basic, primal and demonic need driving her to awaken and seek him out.
Climbing out of the coffin, Cordelia took in her surroundings. There was no doubt in her mind what she was just as there was no confusion about who she used to be. The fact that Angelus had turned her against her will was overshadowed by the fact that he had given her this life. That he was her sire and she belonged by his side.
“What am I wearing?” Cordelia noticed the black funeral garb. “Ugh! This is terrible.”
She removed the black jacket her mother had obviously chosen. Beneath was a simple one-piece dress with a halter-type top that left her back bare. Since she did not own very many black dresses, the jacket was apparently an attempt to make the slinky dress more appropriate for a funeral. Sheer nude stockings covered her long legs and her feet were thankfully strapped into a pair of designer sandals.
“Ah! Much better.”
Pausing at the front door with her hand already on the lock, Cordelia sensed something she had never felt before. So many sensations were new, but what was this one? It was unpleasant. Not at all like the thoughts connected to her sire. This was more akin to a bad case of goosebumps.
Unlocking the door, Cordelia discovered the reason for her disagreeable feelings. Buffy Summers was standing at the bottom of the steps with an impatient look on her face. “I was hoping you were dead for good, because now it looks like I’ll have to stake you.”
“Hello, Slayer,” Cordelia let the door close behind her. “I can tell that you’ve missed me.”
Buffy was trying to come up with a quip that would keep things impersonal, reminding herself that this was no longer the Cordelia Chase she knew. Had Buffy acted quickly, there was opportunity enough to stake the vampire, but she was so caught up in staring at the fact that Cordelia was the most beautiful vampire she had ever seen. The demonic face with its slightly ridged brow, golden eyes and pointed fangs seemed to enhance rather than hide Cordelia’s features.
Then Buffy found her voice. “Y-You’ve changed.”
“That’s what happens when little girls grow up to be vampires,” Cordelia’s mouth curled into a smile as she stood on the top step.
“I meant your clothes.”
Hands on her hips, the vampiress rolled her eyes. “I left the jacket in my coffin. After all, I can’t meet Angelus looking like a reject from last year’s funeral.”
As Buffy mulled over the fact that she was discussing funeral fashions with a vampire that used to be her friend, Cordelia was gazing at the Slayer’s throat. She could almost see it beneath the pulsing vessels— the red flowing blood. Her ears detected the steady thump of the blonde’s heartbeat. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. No scent of fear about this one, naturally. Not from the Slayer.
Cordelia marveled at her new senses, even this sense of smell which the human Cordelia had thought a little too personal for vampires to possess. Now she knew how wrong she had been. Oh, the many scents she could detect just from Buffy much less those coming from the surrounding area.
Vanilla perfume. Ivory soap. Something fruity she had eaten recently. Blood, that flowed within her close to the surface and running deep. There was another familiar scent, one she realized was noticeable to her only now with her enhanced senses. Xander. His scent was clinging to her clothes.
Before Cordelia could call her on it, Buffy realized that she was fooling herself. “This isn’t you, Cordelia. It’s just a demon wearing your skin.”
Realizing that the Slayer was psyching herself up to kill her, Cordelia looked for an escape route. “I like my skin intact— minus the holes from stakes or other sharp objects.”
“You should have thought of that before letting Angelus bite you.”
“I had a choice?”
Forgetting her this-isn’t-Cordelia speech, Buffy asked, “How did it happen, Cordy? I think I deserve to know.”
So the Slayer was jealous, Cordelia recognized the look in her eyes. Moving down the steps, she edged down the sidewalk. “Shall I tell you, Buffy, what it was like making love to Angelus? Do you want to know how incredible it felt to have him inside me?”
Buffy’s eyes were huge with shock. “You had sex?”
Not once had she imagined that Angelus had done that to Cordelia. Bit her. Drained her dry. Not anything about sex. Buffy found Cordelia sitting in the passenger seat of her car which was parked right in front of her own house. She had been dressed at the time.
Sire. Closer now. So close.
“My sire knows how to please a woman.” Cordelia purred gleefully at the Slayer’s obvious discomfort with the direction of this conversation. “I think you know that, don’t you Buffy?”
“What?”
Buffy snapped out of her thoughts where images of Angel and Cordelia entwined on a bed were giving her the wiggins. She repeated her question, “What did you say?”
“Angelus didn’t tell me everything,” Cordelia explained. “He hinted, but he didn’t kiss and tell if that’s what you’re worried about. He mentioned his curse. With the soul gone, it’s obvious that something happened to set it loose. I’m thinking you have something to do with that.”
“I’m not talking to you about it,” Buffy gripped her stake. “Why don’t you ask your sire about it? I’m sure he’ll share all the details with his new vamp ho.”
Laughing at the insult, the vampiress seemed suddenly confident despite the fact that she was facing the Slayer and possessed the full knowledge of what she could do to the newly risen. The blonde was practically spitting with fury not even noticing the danger. Angelus suddenly gripped Buffy’s arms pulling her back against him.
“Hello, lover,” Angelus pressed a cool kiss behind her ear where her neck met her jaw. “I see you’ve met my Cordelia. Scrumptious, isn’t she?”
“Haven’t tasted the goods like you have,” Buffy elbowed Angelus in the stomach and powerfully kicked back with one leg. “Not that I care too.”
As soon as Angelus released her, Buffy rolled to the ground and was back on her feet in seconds. He wasn’t alone, she realized, quickly counting five other vampires. “You knew that I would be here.”
“I’ve come for what’s mine, Slayer,” Angelus told her. “Give me what I want and you are free to go.”
“Not a chance.”
Cordelia’s head was spinning with bloodlust. The Slayer was so close. Her heart was pumping much faster now with Angelus present. Oh, yes. There was more here than puppy love denied. Then Cordelia recalled what Angelus told her human self about the big break up the night after Buffy’s birthday.
Smirking, Cordelia wondered if her sire had taken the girl’s virginity before or after he lost his soul. Then suddenly, the thought of Buffy Summers being intimate with her sire was unacceptable. No matter that it happened before Angelus claimed her. The Slayer was a threat and not just because she hunted down vampires as her calling.
Lunging at Buffy who was positioned between herself and Angelus, Cordelia leapt onto the Slayer’s back. Though startled, Buffy made a swift move that left the vampiress flat on her back. Buffy was poised above her with her stake raised in the air.
“Back off,” Angelus growled as he backhanded the Slayer throwing her off of Cordelia. Pulling his childe to her feet, he placed her safely behind him. “No one touches what’s mine.”
Buffy had never seen Angel look more threatening. She lay on the grass propped on her elbows gazing into the dark amber of his eyes. This was one more proof that he didn’t want her. He said as much the night they made love and again at the school. Oh, she knew he didn’t have a soul then, but Buffy couldn’t understand why its loss would leave such hatred behind.
The other vampires were maneuvering around the perimeter. She had no time to ponder the reasons. No time to wonder why Angelus was so possessive of Cordelia. Even now he had turned away to face his childe who was clinging to him in such a way that it seemed she wanted to crawl inside him.
“Sire,” Cordelia sighed as she nuzzled against his neck. “I need you. Make this terrible hunger go away.”
As she started to lap at his throat, Angelus pulled her head away. “Soon, baby. You’ll get what you want. First, let’s leave the Slayer to her new playmates.”
Cordelia glanced over to see Buffy in mid-staking of one of the vamps. He burst into a cloud of thick dust. “Ugh! That just doesn’t give me the same gung-ho feeling that it used to.”
“Not when you’re fighting for the other side,” Angelus commented with a wry expression on his face. Turning serious, he took Cordelia by the arm. “Don’t ever make such a stupid move on the Slayer again. Stay away from Buffy.”
“You too!”
With a laugh, Angelus understood. Blind female jealousy had combined with instinctive vampire possessiveness causing Cordelia to attack the Slayer. “Wait until you’re a day old before you start bossing me around, tigress.”
“I meant what I said,” Cordelia glared daringly at her sire. “You called her lover. Kissed her. Your kisses are mine.”
Yanking her to him, Angelus let his mouth hover over hers. “My kisses are mine to dole out. If you are especially good, you might just get some one day soon.”
A note of panic peeped from Cordelia’s throat. One day? Did he really mean to withhold his kisses? That would be torture.
“Sometimes it’s good to be bad,” Cordelia’s eyes sparkled as her tongue lightly caressed the edge of her fangs.
“That’s what I’m counting on, baby.”
Angelus and the other vamps had arrived in his black Plymouth. What had been a tight ride coming was roomy now that the others were left behind. He doubted any of those who eagerly volunteered to keep the Slayer at bay would survive. Oh, well. There were always plenty more of those to be created.
He sensed that Cordelia would be powerful once achieving her full strength. During the ritual, Angelus had let her feed from him more than he had done before when creating a childe. Even he was surprised at the length of time it had taken for her to rise, not sensing her awareness of him until this evening. Cordelia’s beauty pleased him almost as much as her fiery spirit and Angelus wanted her beneath him— soon, but first there were lessons to be learned.
Pulling up along the moonlight benches of Sunnydale Park, Angelus noted that several couples were out for a romantic stroll. He turned to Cordelia, his hand brushing her soft hair. “Care for a snack?”
Cordelia was already eyeing the potential candidates. “Mmm!”
“Before we get out of the car,” Angelus tucked a finger under her chin to turn her face toward him. “Lesson one.”
With a small shake of his head, the vampire willed his human mask to fall into place. The demonic bone structure shifted back leaving only the compellingly handsome human man behind. “It gets easier with practice, but try to keep your human face on when stalking your prey. Otherwise there is a lot of yelling and screaming. I prefer to catch them before the screaming begins.”
Concentrating, Cordelia felt her facial structure moving back into what she was familiar with. “Good?”
“Beautiful.”
Smiling, Cordelia waited until her sire came around to help her out of the car. Angelus fell back on his old-world manners at times— helping ladies out of carriages or in this case convertibles. Despite her hunger, she found the thought of a moonlit stroll through the park on Angelus’ arm rather appealing. After a couple of minutes the sensation of having him so close was getting to her.
Sire.
Angelus instantly turned to look at her noting her lustful gaze. She had said nothing, but he could swear that he heard her voice. Maybe it was just the fact that Cordelia kept rubbing up against him. It was his own lustful thoughts rattling in his head. Thoughts of shocking every one of these pitiful humans right out of their moral platitudes by burying himself inside her up against the nearest tree.
Later, he promised himself. There was a purpose for being here. His childe was hungry and needed to make her first kill.
“There’s a loner,” Angelus nodded toward an elderly gentleman who sat on a bench with a cane across his lap. He was watching the younger couples stroll by with a smile on his face.
“Eew!” Cordelia made a face. “Hello, he’s an old geezer!”
“Smells healthy enough,” Angelus shrugged. “Not everything you eat is going to look like— who’s that movie guy you always mention?”
“Keanu Reeves?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, but next time I get to pick dinner.”
Angelus instructed, “We’ll stop to let you rest on the bench. Strike up a conversation with him. When there is no one else around— make your move.”
“Ooooh! This is like acting,” Cordelia thought she could get into that.
They strolled up closer to the bench with the old man and suddenly Cordelia started to limp along. “Honey, I think I have a pebble in my shoe. Let’s stop for a second.”
“Mind if we join you?” Angelus asked the man.
The old gentleman moved his cane to his other side. Motioning to the empty spot beside him, he smiled at the attractive couple. “Please do. Wonderful evening, isn’t it?”
“Perfect.” Angelus returned the smile and then crouched down to retrieve the imaginary pebble from his childe’s shoe. His hand curled along her calf as it moved down eliciting a look from Cordelia that suggested he was playing with fire.
“Do you come to the park often?” Cordelia asked the man. “This is my first time.”
As he responded to her question, the vampiress found herself listening to the rhythm of his heart and sensed the blood stirring within him. She could smell it. Practically taste it on her tongue.
“So it was your young man’s idea to take an evening stroll. Don’t get so many romantic notions from youngsters these days.”
“My Cordelia wants a night to remember.”
Chuckling, the man remembered his own youthful days of dating and romance. “Do you always give her what she wants?”
“Hmm. Good question.” Cordelia leered up at her sire.
Angelus was on his feet again and reaching out to cup her chin tilting it upward. Bending down, he pressed a kiss against her lips. “It’s time, baby. Take what you want.”
Releasing her, Angelus stepped back as Cordelia lunged eagerly at the startled old man. He barely had time to notice her game face before he felt her fangs at his throat. She drank him down in seconds, pulling back to look at her sire with a new understanding of what she had just accomplished. There was life inside her again. Feeding her, sustaining her and making her strong.
There was blood spread across her lips and chin. Angelus looked down with amusement. “We’ll have to work on your table manners, but I’d say that was a success. Come here.”
Cordelia stood before him trying her best not to touch him with her bloody fingers. He reached down for her hands, licking the fingers clean one by one. “Not a bad vintage,” Angelus grinned kissing her palm.
Now she had her hands on him, grasping his leather jacket to keep him close. Cordelia licked at the blood at the corner of her mouth until Angelus told her she was being greedy. “Let me have a little more.”
He lapped at the blood until her mouth was completely clean and then pressed her lips open to touch his tongue to hers, kissing her until discovery became dangerous. There were still others in the park, but Cordelia could care less. She lifted her arms around his shoulders, leaning in close. Then one long leg curled around his thigh bringing her hips against his groin.
Sire. Want you.
Breaking off, Angelus pushed her away. “You are an impatient little bitch, Cordelia. For that, you’re going to wait a while longer. Come with me. It’s time you met the rest of the family.”
***
Spike rolled up in his wheelchair as Angelus returned followed by the new addition to their happy little family. At least this one was a looker. Taking a good long stare, he suddenly realized, “What the bleeding hell! That’s the cheerleader you’ve got there, Angelus.”
“Your point?”
“The Slayer and her little gang of terrorists are gonna pull out all stops,” Spike warned him. “Killing one of them might get you a few random attempts at staking. Vamping one? That’ll cause an all-out war.”
“If it’s war, Spike, then I’ve already declared it.” Angelus brought Cordelia forward and placed his arm around her shoulder. “The Slayer’s friends are mine to kill and if I choose to keep Cordelia they better get used to the idea.”
“Keep her?” Spike wondered if the chit was that good a lay. She was certainly beautiful, but Angelus never kept the ladies around very long before. That was mostly because of Darla. Her little side trips never lasted very long and she would return to boot whatever luscious tramp Angelus had bedded out of the house. Then again, Darla was dust.
Drusilla moved around the perimeter of the room eyeing Cordelia who was all too aware of her scrutiny. Dressed in white lace, her dark black hair stood out in contrast to her pale skin and ruby red lips. She seemed to float across the room in her long gown coming to a stop in front of them.
“Daddy has brought me a sister.” Drusilla’s head tilted as she looked with curiosity at the new vampire. “She’s special. Beautiful. More beautiful than Miss Edith, but don’t tell her that.”
“Miss Edith?” Cordelia lifted a brow.
“You’ll meet her later,” assured the other vampiress. “If you’re good.”
Cordelia knew a little about Drusilla. The fact that she was crazy was certainly part of that rudimentary knowledge. She suddenly wondered what her place was in this strange family structure. What claim did Drusilla, as Angelus’ childe, have over him? While she knew that Drusilla and Spike were a tight couple, her vampire instincts told her there was more to it than that.
Possessively, Cordelia turned toward Angelus holding onto him with both arms molding herself to his side. She gave the other female a hard stare. Drusilla tittered with laughter, knowing that her new sister wanted their sire to herself. Moving to his free side, Drusilla raked her nails down Angelus’ arm.
“Do you remember our first night, my Angel?”
He lifted his hand to her thin face. “I do.”
“There was a blood red moon and the stars wept in the heavens,” Drusilla looked dreamy-eyed. “Then you showed me the promise of the night.”
Cordelia didn’t like the thought of Angelus showing Dru anything. Even if it happened so long ago.
Sire.
Both Angelus and Drusilla looked down at her making Cordelia suddenly wary. Had she done something wrong?
Drusilla’s blood red lips curved upward. “I told you this one is special. Risen under the full moon, a childe born to darkness and destined for the stars.”
“Explain yourself.” Angelus growled at what sounded like another of Drusilla’s cryptic predictions.
Grinning gleefully, she laughed and laughed while twirling around them. “I do so like the stars. They like to tell secrets.”
“Get away from me,” Cordelia swiped at the hand that reached out to tickle her.
Even Angelus reacted with an angry glare at his eldest childe. No one touched Cordelia without his permission.
Spike finally let out a long sigh having decided to put a stop to Drusilla’s teasing before it got her into trouble. “Leave them be, princess. You know what it’s like with a new childe in the family. Besides, we have some planning to do since the Slayer’s likely to drop in on us.”
Skipping mirthfully over to his side, Drusilla dramatically draped herself upon the table top. Then her expression turned dark. “Naughty Slayer! She blew up the Judge after all of our trouble to put him together.”
***
Giving himself a little room, Angelus grabbed Cordelia’s wrist and pulled her down the hall to the area set up as the master bedroom. It wasn’t up to his standards certainly, but it would do in a pinch until he could move his growing clan into something more fitting. In the meantime, this room held the only object of convenience that he needed— a bed.
Tossing Cordelia inside, Angelus shut the door behind them with a bang. She rolled to the floor and lay there staring up at her sire in confusion. He looked angry, but she could think of nothing that might have caused that response.
“Get up,” Angelus ordered towering over her like a dark god. “Get rid of those clothes.”
Had she mistaken his intensity for anger? Cordelia’s mouth curled into a sensual smile as she gracefully rose to her feet. She tore at the ties of her halter dress letting the strings go. The slinky material fell all the way to the floor pooling at her ankles and exposing her bare breasts. Pushing off her lacy panties and kicking off her sandals, Cordelia was naked in a matter of seconds.
Angelus watched amused at her overly eager efforts. Considering Cordelia had been a virgin before he seduced, killed and turned her, she was still a little lacking in finesse even with her demon instincts in play. In the future, he’d have to make her practice tantalizing him with a slow striptease.
Still fully dressed— even garbed in his full length leather coat— Angelus stalked in a circle around Cordelia, examining his new creation. Truthfully, she was a gorgeous creature. She eclipsed the beauty of any vampire he had ever known. And she was his. Angelus knew lust, but that word defied the sensations stemming from his gut. Lust was too simple, too insipid to describe his reaction. Not that he would tell her that just now.
He was standing behind her, staring down at the sun tattoo at the small of her back just above the curving mounds of her buttocks. Angelus wanted to kneel down and sink his fangs into that silken flesh. To worship the sun with his mouth.
Gazing at him over her shoulder, Cordelia vented her need with an urgency that was close to a command. “Touch me.”
He did— suddenly and almost viciously grabbing her by the throat and pulling her back against him. Angelus pressed his mouth next to her ear, “Don’t give orders unless you are given leave to do so, childe. Don’t speak until you’re spoken to.”
Releasing her neck, Angelus walked around to face her. Cordelia was clasping her neck and only now realizing that she had no breath to be cut off by his grip. Defiance glinted in her eyes. “Not likely. I say what I want.”
With his hand in her thick hair, Angelus pulled her close staring down with amber eyes that slanted dangerously. “You will submit to me you willful cat or pay the consequences. I will show you what defiance gets you.”
Curling her fingers into his coat, Cordelia dared to point out, “Drusilla didn’t wait for permission to talk to you.”
Angelus removed her hands from his coat, but kept hold of her wrists. “Dru already knows her place. You still need to earn yours.”
A shriek of surprise sounded from Cordelia’s lips as Angelus lifted her over his shoulder and slapped his bare hand across her buttocks. Walking the short distance, he flung her off his shoulder onto the bed. Dropping onto it, Cordelia bounced on the firm mattress settling prone at its center.
Then Angelus started to remove his clothes. First, he pulled off his coat, tossing the leather duster onto a nearby chair. Cordelia watched with eager interest as his hands reached for the buttons of his black shirt hoping that her sire would simply rip the garment from his body. No, he did not. Instead, he seemed all too patient about taking one small button at a time revealing glimpses of his bare chest beneath.
Licking at her lips, Cordelia curled up onto her knees. Her eyes never left him as they sparkled in anticipation. He was pulling the shirt from the waistband of his pants and she so wanted to touch the marbled torso now exposed to her view. Her knees inched forward moving her just a bit closer to the edge of the bed.
The vampire unbuckled his belt, but paused before going further issuing an order. “Take it off.”
Cordelia was all too happy to comply. What more might he allow her to remove? She pulled the leather belt from its loops and was about to drop it to the floor when Angelus told her to hold onto it. She darted glances from the belt up to his eyes, but her sire said nothing else while he stripped off his shoes, socks and leather pants.
Forgetting about the belt, Cordelia could no longer resist the need to touch her sire now standing naked and glorious before her. Rising up on her knees, she leaned in pressing their bodies together and letting out a contented moan at the contact. “Angelus.”
For a moment, Angelus allowed himself the pleasure of feeling Cordelia’s silken skin against him. His hands crept around to her back falling low onto her hips and tucking them close so that his hardening sex connected fully with her flesh. Just for a moment.
Cordelia was rubbing her face against his skin and running her nails along his arms when her sire’s voice caught her attention. “You like to touch. To let your hands roam free. It gives you pleasure to explore.”
“To explore you,” she admitted while fitting a hand between them to trail low across his abdomen.
He caught it and its mate which was curled around his neck. Yanking Cordelia down on the bed, Angelus pinned her body as he held both wrists in one hand. Taking the belt in the other, he saw her hazel eyes turn gold as the sudden fear caused her to lose control. Then he wrapped the belt around her wrists and knotted it to the bed frame.
“Bastard! Let me go!” Cordelia’s first reaction earned her a deep growl. The sound did not squelch her anger, but it seemed to increase her desire. Then her eyes turned sultry as she pleaded, “Let me touch you. I want to please you, sire.”
“Then do as you are told, insolent childe.” Angelus’ anger was present and all too real. “You presume that I want your touch.”
With a smirk, she glanced at the obvious proof of his arousal. Angelus ran his hand down from the wall of his chest and down across the tight muscles of his abdomen to take his own tumescence in hand, the other curling under to brush the heavy sac beneath.
“Do you think I need you to take care of this, my tigress?” Angelus began to stroke his erection with lightly curled fingers running from base to tip. The purple head peeked out from the protection of its foreskin looming large under Cordelia’s attentive gaze.
Pulling against her bonds only seemed to tighten the belt around her wrists. Cordelia tried to free herself, but the bed frame was made of metal. She wriggled and tugged, but it was useless. Angelus had her exactly where he wanted her. Bound and beneath him.
Cordelia was at war with herself. The part of her that possessed the memories of the human Cordelia Chase wanted to scream at this forced position. Yet the demon wanted to submit to its sire, needed to prove to him that she could be what he wanted. The childe needed to be claimed.
Settling down, Cordelia relaxed her arms beside her head on the pillow. Closing her eyes, she waited for Angelus to react, to speak, to respond in some way that acknowledged she was doing the right thing. He moved off of her, but Cordelia felt him shift beside her on the mattress. Her eyes were still closed when his first touch came.
Starting at the crown of her forehead, Angelus trailed his index finger across her profile. Down the slope of her nose, over her plush lips, under her chin to her throat and on down. The sensations started out as a light caress, but seemed to grow in intensity. His path never wavered from its straight course, passing her breastbone along the softer flesh of her upper abdomen.
Cordelia gasped aloud as the finger dipped into her navel before trailing lower over the gentle curve of her belly. Drawing in an unneeded breath, she held it forcing herself to keep her eyes closed as the finger maneuvered in the curls below before edging up to the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex.
Her thighs parted slightly, automatically granting Angelus access, but the finger that came so close to her pleasure center suddenly reversed its course. A whimper sounded from her throat as anticipation turned to sudden loss as the teasing finger continued to tantalize her senses.
Cordelia waited until the upward path ended back at its starting point. Turning her head, she opened her eyes to see Angelus watching her with an evil glint and that one-sided smirk that made him even more appealing.
“You want something, baby?” Angelus queried looking completely relaxed despite his raging erection.
“Kiss me,” Cordelia leaned over as far as she could twist in his direction. He was asking, so she was certainly gonna tell. “I want your mouth on mine.”
Cupping her face, Angelus hovered over her mouth before pressing his lips against her cheek. He continued to brush his lips and press kisses over her face, ears and under her chin. Everywhere except her mouth.
Leaning over her, he realized Cordelia was trying to hold back her protests, but they were edging close to the surface. “You have such a lush mouth. Such sharp little fangs. Do you want to bite me, Cordelia? Do you want your sire’s blood?”
There was a purr in her voice as she answered, “Oh, yes.”
Lifting her head, Cordelia opened her mouth, but Angelus was just out of reach. “Not yet. I’m not done kissing you.”
Angelus spent several minutes adorning her neck with innumerable kisses of every kind. The sensitive flesh there and the touch of his lips were driving her wild with her growing need. His hands were on the bed and did not move to touch her, there was just the sensation of his lips and tongue working their way across her skin— until he reached her breasts.
One hand curled around her right breast, his thumb brushing against the nipple as his lips moved lightly across the mound. Cordelia pulled against her bonds, arching her back upward to get closer to the flicking tongue. Then she cried out in painful pleasure as his fangs nipped at the upper curve of her areola drawing blood.
Lapping at the blood, Angelus painted her nipple with his tongue and then licked it away.
“Angelus— sire, I want you inside me,” Cordelia urged him to stop his teasing. He simply moved over to the other breast plying it with the same attention except that instead of biting, he blew cool air over her wet nipple. “Stop that! Just do it. Take me. Bite me. Just give me what I want.”
Chuckling, Angelus reminded her, “This isn’t about what you want. Once you understand that fact, we’ll see if I’m interested in giving it to you.”
Then he was back at his task again, this time lapping at her navel twirling his tongue in circles around it and covering it with its flat surface. Cordelia could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs just at this contact alone. There seemed to be something so mind-numbing about that spot.
Between her thighs, he blew air on her curls and parted her folds to gather the moisture there with his fingers. Cordelia shuddered at his touch, her hips rolling against his long thick fingers. Then the fingers were gone and Cordelia’s eyes snapped open to see Angelus sucking them into his mouth licking away her sticky fluids.
This time his mouth came down directly tasting more, his tongue teasing her clitoris and then dipping inside. Cordelia was so aroused that she was close to climaxing. Angelus sensed this, lifting his head away. “What do you have to say, Cordelia?”
Glaring at him obstinately, “Shut up and finish what you started!”
Angelus bent down again, but turned his head and bit into her femoral artery. Cordelia cried out again with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was not enough to push her over the edge. Her sire drank down a few swallows before closing the wound.
Moving to her side, Angelus maneuvered Cordelia until she lay prone on the bed, her wrists now tight against the leather belt. Two fingers wandered down the length of her spine to circle the sun tattoo before inching along the bisecting line of her buttock, each one following the curve of a cheek until reaching the moist flesh below. There, both of his fingers dipped inside moving in and out and in and out.
Cordelia curled her legs up beneath her, thighs spread and her hips rotating to whatever rhythm Angelus would allow. He kept changing the tune, keeping her off balance and letting her come so close without letting it happen. Her cheek was pressed down onto the flat of the mattress and her eyes closed doing her best not to start begging for release.
“What do you have to say again?”
Tired of fighting it, Cordelia seemed to relax into the bed. “Whatever you want. Just do it. Whatever you want.”
Though Angelus released the belt binding her wrists, Cordelia did not move from her position. Her sire’s large hands followed the line of her spine to take hold of the curve of her hips. He thought of taking her from this position and watching her firm buttocks and sun tattoo while thrusting into her, but sensed within himself a sudden irritation that some of the fire had left her with this forced submission. The fact was that he wanted her, but not broken.
“Come up here, baby. Turn around and let me see you,” Angelus kept a hand on her while she rose to her knees.
Cordelia’s eyes darted away from her sire despite the continued need burning within her.
Lifting her chin, Angelus had to order her to look at him. “Do you know what I want?”
“No,” the answer came out as a whisper of confusion.
“I want your touch and your kisses. I want you surrounding me. I want to keep tasting you. All of you.” Angelus’ fervent words brought the spark back to Cordelia’s eyes. Then he said, “I want to know what you want, tigress, because I plan on giving it to you for eternity.”
“Just you.”
Angelus was on his knees in front of her. He pulled Cordelia into his lap, lifting her up to let her sink onto his erect penis. Letting out a growl at the sensation of her tight core gripping him, the vampire pulled her down hard until he was completely imbedded. An answering cry of delight sounded from Cordelia’s throat. He filled her so full, stretched her so right.
Her arms came around his shoulders, her head resting in the crook of his neck as they rocked each other onto the threshold of oblivion where the only thing left was pleasure. At the last moment, Cordelia pulled up exposing her throat and Angelus complied with her needs by sinking his fangs into the very mark he left behind when she was human.
As her orgasm came, Angelus lifted his fangs and brought her to his own throat. “Do it, baby. Take what you want.”
Cordelia bit down hard sinking her fangs into her sire’s throat, the sensation of that action alone sending multi-orgasmic shudders through her body. Angelus cried out with his own climax pumping into her. Then blood welled onto Cordelia’s lips, splashing onto her tongue and the back of her throat. Sire’s blood. Potent. Powerful. She lapped and sucked at Angelus’ neck until it gave her a head rush.
Pulling back to meet her sire’s gaze, Cordelia’s mouth was covered in blood. “Still a messy eater, I see,” Angelus grinned and started to kiss away his own blood from her face.
They fell back on the bed entwined in each other’s arms, both eager to explore something new.
***
“Daddy is ignoring us, Miss Edith,” Drusilla pouted. “He’s been in the bedroom for an entire day without coming to play.”
Spike was having tea with Drusilla and her doll to pass the time. Anything to keep Dru under control. She had attempted to interrupt her sire and the cheerleader twice with Spike barely managing to stop her. He knew that Angelus would not be pleased at the intrusion.
“It’s no different than when Angelus turned you or you turned me, luv,” Spike told her. “At first it’s all about feeding and fucking.”
With a gasp, Drusilla leaned over to cover the doll’s ears. “Don’t say that naughty word in front of Miss Edith. My Angel will tire of sister soon enough.”
“Don’t count on it, my black beauty. That girl is a feisty one. Angelus may tire of her— in a century or two.”
Drusilla leaned in close to whisper, “But we can play, my Spike. Can’t we?”
Part 2
A low growl rumbled from Angelus’ throat, his dark head rolling back across the pillow as he wallowed in the pleasure Cordelia created. His hands fisted in her dark chestnut curls just to keep them from falling in a wave over her face as she bent over his groin. He wanted to watch as her pink tongue lapped wetly at his taut flesh, to see her lush mouth as it took him in— as she tried to swallow him whole.
Angelus was beyond watching anymore. He was so close now. So close to cumming, but on one upward motion, Cordelia’s lips made a loud pop as she removed the suction of her mouth. She’d done this twice before, the little bitch. Brought him to the brink of orgasm only to hold him off just to watch him writhe against the bed.
Opening his golden eyes, the vampire lifted his head glaring hotly at his beautiful childe. “Nobody likes a cocktease, tigress. Finish what you started.”
Licking at her lips, Cordelia wrapped her hand around the base of his rigid erection. Slick with her saliva and weeping sticky pre-ejaculate, the sight of him made her want to jump on board and ride the rest of the night away. She pumped her hand up and down once, before pressing back against the thick base.
“This is about giving me control,” Cordelia reminded him of his latest lesson. “This is about me doing what I want. Getting what I want.”
Lowering herself prone on the bed so that she came to eye level with his hard penis, she ran her tongue along the sensitive tip. The demon in Angelus wanted to grab Cordelia’s head and shove his cock all the way down her throat. Soon. That would come soon if the teasing didn’t stop, but Angelus was determined not to lose control despite letting her play the dominant role here.
“Move over here,” Angelus hoped it didn’t sound like begging. “Let me touch you— let me taste you.”
“Not yet. Gotta concentrate on this first,” Cordelia grinned evilly. “Can’t get distracted from my little torture session. After all, turn about is fair play.”
So that was it, Angelus realized. Now he understood why Cordelia was so determined to torture him in this fashion. “Fair play? I think it’s called revenge, baby.”
With a smirk, Cordelia swiped her tongue at him again delighting in the way he shook all over in reaction. Their first mating after her turning was all about teasing and submission. Him teasing and her submitting, of course.
Cordelia let out a dark laugh. “I think you may be right.”
Angelus had discovered that his childe was not the submissive type, but she did like to play with revenge. While their sexual encounters were frequent, most were about them coming together for the merit of pleasure alone. As with any new childe, Angelus had to discipline Cordelia and that sometimes ended with sex. Most of their encounters ended that way, simply because the vampire found he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
Denying him his right to touch her was exactly what Angelus had done to her by binding her hands with his belt. He was a bit surprised that Cordelia had not wanted to tie him up, but she was still quite new to some of the games he liked to play.
Releasing her sire’s organ, Cordelia shifted onto his abdomen. The thick shaft lay upright and rigid between the cheeks of her buttocks as she straddled his waist. Angelus reached for her, his hands starting at her hips and moving upward to curl around her breasts. With an abrupt denial, Cordelia grabbed his wrists and shoved them down onto the bed beside his head.
“Don’t move your hands unless I tell you to,” she ordered with a thrill at the sensation of his cock against her soft skin. The slight movement of her buttocks as she bent to position his hands caused Angelus to moan.
The vampire wondered what the hell she planned to do next. He got his answer quickly as Cordelia lifted herself onto her knees giving him a convenient view of the soft triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. At first, she simply stretched her arms over her head, the act lifting her bountiful breasts. Their pointed nipples jutted out looking tempting from this angle.
Cordelia tilted her head back exposing her long neck to his view, while keeping her hair curled upward in a twist to let him see all he could. Still positioned that way, she let her hands drop to her throat, but the action caused her hair to bounce loose cascading over her back and brushing against the swollen head of his penis.
Fucking hell! Did she do that on purpose?
Running her fingers down the elegant length of her neck, Cordelia moved down to cup her own breasts long enough to tweak the nipples. A groan from Angelus made her stare down lustfully. He loved her breasts. Loved to look, touch, and taste and bite them.
Leaning over him on her hands and knees, Cordelia dangled her breasts above his mouth. “Lick me.”
Compliance was instantaneous as her sire lifted his head to tease one nipple and then the other with his tongue. His lips and tongue swept across her tender flesh with wet eating kisses until the nipples were engorged and her breasts tender and swollen with need.
Grabbing him by the hair, Cordelia pulled his head away as she rose back to her knees. “That was nice, but I want more.”
“Then move back just a bit, baby,” Angelus lifted his hips to rub his erection against her. “I’ve got something for you.”
With a glint in her eye, Cordelia splayed her fingers across her flat tummy moving them down until they spread through her pubic hair and curled into the sopping wet folds of her sex. Parroting the words he had once flung in her face while stroking himself, she purred, “Do you think I need you to take care of all my needs?”
Only Cordelia did not stop after a few titillating strokes of her clitoris. She continued to probe her velvet flesh with her fingers, penetrating her core with first one finger and then two. Her other hand came down to work her clitoris allowing the other to twist its fingers in and out of her wet center.
Angelus was salivating at the sight and scent of her pleasuring herself. He wanted to taste her, fill her with this tongue and thrust it as far as it would go. He wanted to lift his hands off of the mattress where she had ordered they remain to grab her hips and hold her over his face just so he could lap up her sticky fluids for hours.
Moaning at the sensations she was creating, Cordelia had no intention of stopping her self ministrations until she reached a climax with her sire watching and wanting her. All the while, Angelus’ heavy cock was brushing against the soft globes of her ass. His penis twitched angrily seeping thick tears of need from its winking eye as his balls drew up closer to his body.
Getting close, Cordelia panted, “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes, tigress,” he answered, his voice thick with lust. “You’re beautiful.”
“Want me?” She rocked against her hands and consequently his erection as well.
Angelus growled at the edge of his control. “I want to watch you, baby, but I need to fuck you more.”
Continuing to rub her swollen nub, Cordelia removed her fingers from inside herself to spread the clear fluids pooled there across his mouth. Tasting her, Angelus finally lost it. With a swift move, his hands came off the bed grabbing her hips and pulled her onto his hard shaft in one downward stroke.
Cordelia had whipped them both into such a frenzy that they came together the moment he was enveloped inside her tight core. “Angelus!”
Her name was practically a scream on his lips so forceful was his orgasm. “Cordelia!”
“My turn!” She demanded that Angelus release her hips. Nails raking against his chest, Cordelia fought to regain control. To reach the angle where the head of his cock rubbed up against that inner spot that drove her wild. Angelus continued to hold her slightly off of himself so he could piston his hips upward. He was still erect, still spurting fluid inside her. Opening his eyes to her gaze, the vampire saw lust, but also a hint of betrayal.
“Sire?”
The tremor in the word made the vampire realize that if anyone had learned something from this lesson, it was probably him. Lowering his hips to the bed, Angelus pulled her upper body down so that her breasts were flush against his chest. He kissed her soft lips until their orgasms subsided. “Baby, you make me crazy wanting you.”
Cordelia shuddered with pleasure at her sire’s words. She leaned back in to his kisses which grew ever more demanding. Voracious, open-mouthed kisses that left her panting for breath she did not need. Angelus’ stomach muscles flexed them into a sitting position.
He kissed his way over to her ear where he lapped at her earlobe before telling her, “Ride me, tigress. I’m hard and all yours. Just take whatever you want.”
Clutching at his shoulders, Cordelia did just that. She flexed her thighs and hips rotating herself into a new rhythm against his hardness. Finding the spot she needed. Feeling her sire deep inside her. Mewling out her pleasure, she leaned into Angelus’ neck pressing her mouth against his jugular to kiss and lick him there.
Angelus’ open hands were on her middle back, supporting her without controlling her movements. It was all too clear what his childe wanted now. He answered that need silently by exposing his neck clearly to her hungry gaze.
Lifting her head for a moment, questioning even that obvious gesture, Cordelia looked at him with hazel eyes that shifted to dark-rimmed gold. Those eyes sparkled with lust and utter glee at the thought of drinking him down. Her white fangs flashed with a smile. She rode him hard as she pulled herself to his throat and bit deep.
***
Sunnydale was rife with rumor. After the memorial ceremony at the High School, half the town was in mourning for the beautiful May Queen. The other half was gossiping about the cancelled funeral and Cordelia Chase’s rumored disappearance. The director of Sunnyrest Funeral Home swore that her body was there the night before the funeral, but it was certainly gone in the morning.
Though the police report indicated that friends had identified the girl found in Cordelia’s corvette which was parked on Revello Drive, many suspected there was something fishy about the story— especially when some teenagers claimed to have seen the girl at the shopping mall. Her parents swept in and out of town so quickly that people wondered if there was a reason to stay out of the country.
The police investigated halfheartedly. So many strange things happened in this town that it hardly seemed worth the effort. Cordelia Chase’s closet was empty and other personal items disappeared from the Chase mansion. The final report listed the teenager as missing and indicated that the body originally recovered from Cordelia’s presumably stolen Corvette was a Jane Doe. Cordelia Chase might be a runaway, but there was also a chance that her parents had found her and taken her out of the country to get away from Sunnydale. The Chases left no forwarding address or phone number.
***
“Sunnydale sucks,” Cordelia grumbled. “I can’t go anywhere without someone asking me if I’m ‘that missing Chase girl’ or threatening to call Social Services or the police. Dru and I couldn’t even go to the mall without the salesgirl making a snide remark.”
“What happened?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes adding a sad sigh, “A terrible tragedy, really. The bitch broke her neck when it got twisted in my purse strap. Some people are so clumsy.”
“You are still a fresh face to people,” Angelus pointed out. “That will pass rather quickly, more so than you might expect, even for the beautiful Cordelia Chase.”
“It’s been a month! I’m bored with decorating this stuffy old place.”
Angelus had moved them all into a new lair in the form of an abandoned mansion. The east wing of the large building had been lost to fire, but the west wing and central core remained habitable. Her sire sat comfortably with his feet propped up on the edge of a table while Cordelia stood pacing.
This town’s demon hangouts were not Cordelia’s style at all. “Why can’t we move to Los Angeles?”
Her sire looked up from reading a newspaper article on a recent archeological find here in town. Dropping the folded paper in his lap, Angelus reminded her, “I have business with the Slayer.”
Cordelia was tired of hearing about the blonde. It was always Buffy this or Slayer that. It seemed that the only time Angelus’ thoughts were not focused on little Miss Fights a Lot was when her sire felt like having sex.
That little realization gave her an idea.
She sauntered over to the table, running a hand along the lower part of his propped up legs. Eyeing the newspaper in his lap, Cordelia inquired, “What’s that you’re reading about?”
Sensing what she was up too, Angelus’ mouth twitched before asking her, “Do you really want to know?”
Trailing her hand up to his thigh, Cordelia approached then turned and sat down across his lap centering her bottom directly over the newspaper article. Closing her arms around his shoulders, she nipped at his earlobe before murmuring, “Absolutely.”
“Liar,” Angelus yanked the paper from under her ass. “A little history won’t kill you.”
“No, but your nasty little Slayer might if we stick around this place long enough,” she pointed out the danger. Not that Cordelia had any intention of letting Buffy get close enough to stake her, but Angelus might consider it one good reason to move to LA.
“Let me worry about the Slayer,” Angelus gave her a look that told her the subject was closed.
Cordelia let out a, “Grmph!”
“Giving up already?” Angelus asked in surprise.
“Just regrouping,” Cordelia promised. “So tell me about this article that has you so fascinated.”
Pulling the newspaper around to the front, he pointed out the headline declaring that the Sunnydale Museum of Natural History had made an interesting find while sponsoring an archeological dig on the outskirts of town.
“It’s a huge rock,” Cordelia pointed out the apparent lack of anything interesting.
"Are we still talking about the picture?" Angelus felt her squirming on his lap, subconsiously rubbing against his growing erection.
Blinking, Cordelia realized what he meant. Playing innocent, "What else would I be talking about?"
Angelus smiled at her cryptically, choosing not to follow-up on her coy question. “Since you are bored with decorating, I think I will make a contribution to your efforts.”
As his finger pointed to the picture on the page, his childe looked at him like he had rocks in his head— literally. “You’re planning to rip off a gigantic rock from the museum?”
“It’s more than a rock.”
“Duh! I didn’t think you were planning to start a rock garden in the solarium.” Cordelia rolled her eyes.
The vampire stared down at the newspaper. “Think of it as demon insurance.”
“Huh?”
***
Cordelia stretched out on the couch flipping through the latest issue of Cosmo while sounds of panting and groaning emanated from the other side of the living room. Dru had been reading the article on orgasms over Cordy’s shoulder and suddenly decided that she needed to have one. Spike had been quietly minding his own business watching television when Drusilla pounced, pulling him out of his wheelchair and onto the floor.
Out of boredom, Cordelia had watched for a while as her sister vampiress expertly turned Spike’s penis into a tower of raging hardness. Pulling up her long skirts, Dru positioned herself directly over his erection, lowered herself to the hilt and began bouncing up and down with unbridled enthusiasm.
Realizing that Cordelia was watching, Spike smirked in her direction and added a shrug. It was the one thing they shared in common. He was Drusilla’s childe just as she was the childe of Angelus. There were times when childer did not question the wants of their sire— they just complied. And this was certainly one of them.
Soon, Spike was rocking his hips upward in reaction to Dru’s efforts. The vampiress was lost to ecstasy and did not notice what Cordelia was clearly able to see. The blond vamp could move his legs, something he was obviously keeping from both Dru and Angelus. She wondered why he kept to the wheelchair.
Cordelia got an opportunity to ask when Drusilla left Spike on the floor as she darted away to take a hot bubble bath and talk to Miss Edith.
“How long have you been able to walk?” Cordelia asked point blank even before Spike could pretend to pull himself into his wheelchair.
Jumping athletically to his feet, Spike walked toward her without a limp or any indication that he had ever been lame. He sat down on the coffee table in front of her. “A while. Got to be a habit after Angelus returned. An excuse, I suppose.”
“Why?”
“Because he hasn’t forgotten what I did to save Drusilla.”
“Ah! The torture and attempted killing,” Cordelia remembered. “That might tend to stick in one’s mind, not to mention cause you to get a well-deserved ass-kicking once you’ve completely healed.”
Spike shrugged. “I’d do anything for my princess. She’s my sire.”
Sitting up, Cordelia turned to face him. Their knees touched as she leaned forward to talk to him. It was comfortable. They were family, after all. “Then you know I would do the same for mine— anything.”
“Yeah, chit. I know.”
“So if you ever try something like that again,” Cordelia warned with flashing golden eyes that pooled with darkness, “I will stake you myself.”
His response was to lift one of her hands to his lips. Releasing it, he chuckled. “I always knew you’d make a great vamp. No wonder Angelus barely takes the time to climb out of your bed.”
“Time enough!” He was certainly not in it right now and the sun had not even set yet.
“Did I hit a sore spot, luv?” Spike smirked at her. “Angelus is stalking the Slayer, but can you be sure he’s not banging her as well?”
Cordelia launched herself at Spike claws and fangs unfurled. Both vampires tumbled over the table and onto the floor. The blond vamp had superior strength on his side, but Cordy had flexibility.
“Too much time in that wheelchair has made you slow, Bleach Brain,” Cordy squirmed out of his grip landing a surprising punch to his midsection.
“Getting mad at me won’t change the fact that your sire still has a hard-on for the Slayer, luv,” Spike dodged another blow. He grabbed her and swung her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, holding her still.
Cordelia muttered, “Not for long.”
“What’s that about?”
“I said— not for long,” Cordelia repeated. “That blond bitch needs to stay out of my life and out of Angelus’ thoughts.”
“Can’t stop him from thinking,” Spike countered. “I know you were trying to convince him to leave Sunnydale, but he’s not going anywhere until he has fulfilled his promise to kill the Slayer’s friends.”
She could count the people important to Buffy on one hand. How long could that take? It seemed like Angelus wanted to drag this thing out. To toy with Buffy Summers rather than finish this once and for all. Maybe it was time that she gave her sire a little help to speed up the process.
***
“You’re leaving me to go out on Valentine’s Day?” Cordelia sounded a little pissed at the idea that her sire was not planning to spend the whole day in their bed with her.
Angelus kissed her lingeringly and then informed her, “I have to see a man about an orb.”
“I don’t suppose this orb can transport us out of Sunnyhell for the evening?”
“No,” Angelus hated the fact that Cordelia seemed bored to tears. “The Orb of Thesulah summons souls from the ether and stores them until they can be returned to the body.”
“Why would you want that?”
“I don’t, but somebody in this town has purchased one,” Angelus told her. “I can think of only one reason for it and it has everything to do with me.”
Looking wide-eyed with horror, Cordelia realized, “Someone wants to return your soul? It has to be Buffy.”
“She’s an obvious choice, but the rumors suggest that it’s someone else.”
“I’m coming with you!” Cordelia wasn’t about to let someone, anyone— most especially Slutty the Vampire Slayer— contaminate her sire with a soul. Not that the human Cordy had not been attracted to Angel, but now that she was a vampire and Angelus’ lover the idea of a soul was unnatural.
Angelus forestalled her. “No, Cordelia. Stay here. I have plans for us tonight.”
“Tonight?” Cordelia was suddenly sidetracked.
“I’m taking you to the Bronze— dancing.”
A laugh sounded as she imagined her sire dancing. “The music at the Bronze doesn’t often reach a snail’s pace. I remember when Angel and I—,”
Angelus growled at the memory thinking of the Soul’s hands on Cordelia’s body.
“There’s no need to be jealous of yourself, silly vamp.”
“Just get ready. I want you to look especially hot tonight.”
She was about to point out that she always looked hot, when she remembered, “I can’t go to the Bronze. People will recognize me.”
“So?” Angelus did not see the problem. “Tell them a lie. Tell them nothing. Break their scrawny human necks. What does it matter?”
“I want to have fun, not get taken in as a runaway.”
Promising her that he would not let that happen, Angelus put one thought in her head that would stay in her mind the rest of the day. “Here is one more lesson, tigress. You don’t have to put up with anything or anybody. You go where you want, do what you want and take what you want. You answer to no one, but me.”
***
Jenny Calendar looked up from the computer screen absolutely horrified to see Angelus standing in her classroom. The sun had barely set in the sky and he was here in front of her looking dangerous and deadly despite the fact that he wore his handsome human face.
Trying to appear calm, she asked, “Angel— how did you get in here?”
“I was invited in,” Angelus told her. “The sign in front of the school— ‘Formatia trans sicere educatorum.’”
With a gulp, Jenny translated. “‘Enter all ye who seek knowledge.’”
“What can I say? I’m a knowledge seeker.” Actually, the vampire had found out quite a bit of information already.
Jenny could read it in his eyes. He was not pleased. She rushed to explain. “Angel, I-I’ve got good news.”
“I heard,” Angelus stopped her there. “You went shopping at the local boodegy-boogedy store. The Orb of Thesulah.”
Seeing the object in question sitting on her desk, Angelus picked it up looking at it with a mixture of curiosity and determination. “You know what I hate most about these things?”
Answering his own question a second later, Angelus smashed the orb against the floor. “They are so damn fragile. Must be that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh?”
Jenny’s show of bravado was fading fast. Naturally Angelus in his purer demon form would not take kindly to the thought of being cursed again with his soul. She tried to distract him, but he just kept at it.
“I never cease to be amazed how much the world has changed in just two and a half centuries. It’s a miracle to me. You put the secrets to restoring my soul in here,” the vampire suddenly shoved her computer off her desk and onto the floor breaking it. The monitor shattered and began to burn. Tearing out a printout from the printer, Angelus continued, “It comes out here. ‘The Ritual of Restoration.’ Wow. This brings back the memories.”
He balled up the pages and threw them down into the flames. Jenny tried to stop him. “Wait! That’s your cure.”
“My cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that and déjà vu just isn’t what it used to be.” Angelus now turned his attention from destroying her work to Jenny Calendar herself. “My, my, my. Isn’t this my lucky day. The computer— and the pages. Two birds with one stone. And now teacher makes three.”
“No!” Jenny knew in that moment that he intended to kill her. She darted around her desk and headed for the exit.
Angelus watched her flee, an amused twist on his lips. “Oh, good. I need to work up an appetite first.”
Running after the woman, Angelus easily caught her. With a large hand on her neck, the vampire told her, “Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get off.”
At the sound of her snapping neck, a thrill hit Angelus that traveled all the way down to his groin. “Ah! I never get tired of doing that.”
Picking up Jenny’s dead body into his arms, Angelus quickly decided that killing her was not enough. Leaving this body on Buffy Summer’s doorstep would not produce quite the same effect as draping Jenny across her lover’s bed. It was Valentine’s Day, after all. The Watcher deserved to have his present and the champagne, roses and music to go with it.
***
After listening to his grandsire’s latest escapade, Spike maneuvered his wheelchair so that Angelus could see the pissed-off expression on his face. Staring at Angelus, Spike wondered if he was purposefully trying to bring down the Slayer upon them. “Are you insane?! We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends' beds.”
Drusilla cuddled the puppy Spike had given her as a Valentine’s Day gift. She reminded him, “But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel's soul.”
At this point, Spike didn’t care, “What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus. This new, improved one isn’t playing with a full sack.”
Angelus glared at the blond vampire, but Spike only continued his ranting, “I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke, but his pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer!”
“Don't worry, roller boy.” Angelus confidently assured him. “I've got everything under control.”
***
The music pounded its beat reminding Angelus of a hard furious fuck. A steady, body-thumping rhythm that needed little thought— just reaction to make you move to it in a manner that mimicked sex. Unless you were a vampire with two left feet when it came down to dancing.
So here he was on the periphery of the dance floor standing in the shadows as Cordelia showed him how it was done. At the center of the floor, she moved flawlessly to the music drawing lustful looks from the crowd of young men who noticed she wasn’t dancing with a partner. They flocked around her like bees buzzing around a flower.
Angelus watched in amusement as Cordelia fended them off, laughing at their pitiful come-ons. He was about to head over to the bar for a drink when a man in his early thirties appeared not to take no for an answer. Before he remembered that Cordelia was more than capable of defending herself against him being almost twice as strong as the human, Angelus was at her side. Grabbing the man’s shoulder, he gripped tightly causing him to cry out in pain.
Leaning close, Angelus growled in his ear. “She’s mine, you obnoxious little prick. Don’t lay a hand on her again.”
The guy quickly ran off clutching his shoulder.
Cordelia continued to dance as if nothing had happened, now moving around Angelus in a close circle. He had told her to wear something hot and his childe had certainly outdone herself by dressing in a short red minidress that only hinted at her cleavage flashing little glimpses of her upper body through its tantalizing design. Endlessly long legs with their supple thighs were supported by a wicked pair of red high-heeled shoes.
Placing her hands on him, Cordelia danced against him. “You’ve chased off all of my admirers. Now you’ll have to take their place.”
As Angelus realized what he had gotten himself into by interfering, he chose a distraction technique. Wrapping his arms around her, the vampire pulled her in for a kiss that left the remaining onlookers flushed at its passion. The movements of Cordelia’s hips were now doing more than just simulating sex as they rubbed up against the erection that developed watching her dance.
The song suddenly changed to a slower beat, one that Cordelia thought they could handle together without making her sire feel clumsy. Hazel eyes were pleading as she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Dance with me.”
Cordelia turned her face into his neck now holding on. This was actually mind-blowingly sexy as they swayed to the music and into each other. With each turn, she felt him hard and earnest against her, pressing up against her crotch through the barrier of his pants and her red mini. The sensations were just too much. Reaching down between them, she let her hand brush against the bulge in his pants clasping the hard proof of his arousal.
“I thought you wanted to dance?” Angelus growled into her ear. “Seems to me that you want something else. The nosey busy-bodies certainly think so.”
Lifting her gaze to the crowd, Cordelia realized with interest that they were indeed being watched. Several pairs of eyes were turned toward them. Then she caught one dark pair focused on them not with lust, but with hatred and a spark of jealousy. The idea that was stirring in her head only caused her own lust to flare.
“Take me out back, sire,” Cordelia cupped his face and kissed him.
Angelus returned the voracious kiss before chuckling at her over-eagerness. “Whatever do you want me to do in that alley?”
Flashing him a look, Cordelia’s mouth continued to hover over his. “Just take me.”
Her sire did not particularly care if they waited until they got to the alley. The urge to bury himself inside her was nearly impossible to resist. He knew she was wet and ready. The scent of her arousal wafted around him clinging to the air like a heady perfume. Putting his arm around her shoulders, they made their way to the back exit of the Bronze.
Yanking Cordelia into a shadowy corner of the alley, Angelus leaned her back against the barrier of a wall. His hands were pressed against it on either side of her. His sensual mouth twisted into a lusty leer as he asked her, “So is this my Valentine’s Day present from you?”
“No,” she answered with a secretive smile. “That’s coming real soon.”
“Then let’s make you cum first and you can tell me all about it,” Angelus pulled her hips against his as he moved in to kiss her again.
“Get away from her, you bastard!”
Angelus thought for a moment that some idiot was trying to play the hero. Recognizing Xander Harris’ voice and scent, he realized it was accurate. “You’re a little late for the rescue attempt.”
Xander stood his ground raising a crossbow and pointing it in their direction. “I’m not here to save her, Angelus.”
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