Consequences
Angelus watched intently as his new lover slept. The transformation would be a strain on her body, as it was to many, and she would need plenty of rest as it took place. He stretched languidly on the comfortable bed, and realized he had no clue where they were. Buffy had brought him there, to torture him. He smiled at the memory of only a few hours before.
He knew it was around mid afternoon outside, he could feel the presence of sunlight just beneath his skin. It was a wretched feeling, and it would make Buffy’s change into a vampire all the more longer and unpleasant. He continued to watch, his eyes never leaving her face.
Hours later, she stirred and her eyes blinked open. The face of the most vicious creature she had ever met was the first that she saw, but she didn’t scream as others might. Her lips twisted into a beautiful smile, as did Angelus’s.
"Hello Lover," she greeted softly. Angelus finally reached out to cradle her face in the palm of his hand, something he had wanted to do all day.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his concern for her well being clearly showing. Now that she was a vampire, now that she was his, he no longer needed to play the endless game of Cat and Mouse. He had his slayer before him, and he would admit openly to anyone that he loved her more than anything in his dark world.
Buffy sat up with help from her sire, and looked around. "I think that I’m a vampire."
Angelus laughed. "I should hope so."
"But I don’t think I’m a demon."
Angelus laughed again. "No, you aren’t."
Buffy rubbed her hands at her temple, her head suddenly pounding with pain and confusion. She moaned at the overwhelming sense of one being lost in a world of darkness and mind numbing fear, yet always on a path towards purity and goodness.
"Shhhhhhh," Angelus replaced her hands with his own and massaged away the pain. "You’re a vampire at heart, and a slayer at soul."
"You aren’t making any sense," Buffy said, whining slightly. She pulled away from him and fell back onto the bed.
Stretching out beside her, Angelus smoothed back her hair and tried to soothe her. "Certain people turned into vampires can be the most vicious ever known, yet they retain their human soul and their humanity. Like you. They have to have a strong willpower or be closely attached to the die of good. You’re a slayer. But don’t worry, baby, I know how we can fix all of that and make you as dark and evil as I am." Angel took one of her hands and brought it to his cool lips for a kiss.
Buffy yanked it away. "I’m not evil. I’ll never kill anyone."
Angelus laughed again. "You won’t have to, you are to feed only from me. No humans, no animals. When you need blood, you only take mine."
Buffy frowned. That sounded a little strange to her. Usually vamps weren’t the canibalistic type. "What?
Why?"
Angelus loomed above her and spoke with clear passion in his voice. "Because I want a mate who is powerful, beautiful, and pure. Human blood is dirty. It’s filled with regret, fear, and weakness. Vampire blood, my blood, is filled with strength, dominance, and predatory pleasure."
Angelus leaned over Buffy, practically on top of her. His right hand stroked at ehr side as his left supported himself. He leaned into her neck and inhaled her scent. It was like no other. Strong, passionate, and screaming of innocence. "I know you won’t disobey me," he murmured, placing gentle kisses along her collar bone and jaw line.
Buffy felt a pain in her stomach. Hunger, and it was raging out of control. He was so close, only a few centimeters away, and the smooth, white skin along his neck looked divine. She could smell the blood coursing through his body. He didn’t need a heart, it would always flow on its own. She could feel their connection. They weren’t only joint as lovers, but also as sire and childe.
She moaned as he nibbled on her delicate flesh. "I need..."
"You need what?" he asked, wanting her to say it, to beg him for it.
"I need to feed, Angel," Buffy gasped out, her hunger even stronger than the minute before. She physically hurt with the need of blood.
Angelus growled, nipping at her neck. "That’s not my name."
"It’s the same thing," Buffy said, struggling to sit up. She needed the blood now.
"I’m not him, your precious Angel. That whining, pathetic excuse for a vampire. He didn’t deserve to crawl on the same ground you walked on, let alone have your love. He was a bastard child and a fucking idiot for walking away from you when he did. The only sensible thing he has ever done was to fuck you and set me free from my entrapment. Angel was never a man, he was a miserable little wimp who could never please you the way I can. The way I will," Angelus stared icily into Buffy’s eyes, watching her reaction to his rage for her ex-honey.
Buffy smirked and shook her head. "You’re jealous as hell."
Angelus vamped out and snarled warningly at her. He had a cold gleam in his yellow eyes that would have chilled Buffy to the bone, if she hadn’t been his lover. He was a master vampire, and she was only a few hours old. She would learn to respect him, he would teach her.
"You shouldn’t be, though. Because you’re right. He was weak. But now he’s gone, and I have you," Buffy said quickly, realizing her mistake.
Angelus calmed down considerably, but was still very pissed off. Buffy sat up and leaned her forehead against his, a pout on her face. "I need your blood."
His face changed back to his human nature and he moved past Buffy to lay back on the bed. He pulled her on top of him and bared his neck to her.
Buffy swallowed. How the hell did she change her face? She thought of the crimson blood washing down her throat, through her body and becoming a part of her. She felt her features twist and was almost frightened when they did. It felt strange, but also very natural. She bared her fangs and sunk them deep into Angelus’s neck. Her eyelids drooped as soon as she felt the first drop of the delicious liquid spill onto her tongue.
As a vampire, she appreciated the fine taste and wonderful scent. No wonder demons always went after blood. She had never tasted wine, but she was positive this must be better. Buffy let the liquid spill into her mouth naturally, only lightly sucking as she swallowed it down. She could feel deep inside her part of her soul ripping away and the demon becoming larger. It didn’t matter, not when she was with Angelus.
Angelus sighed and pulled Buffy closer to him, enjoying the erotic intensity of the situation.
Buffy finished her meal, finally sated, and lazily rested her head on her mate’s strong chest. "Mmmmmm, you taste so good."
"Where are we?" Angelus asked her. Buffy remembered their surroundings.
"My house, the basement."
"Where’s your mother?" he asked her, an idea creeping into his mind.
Buffy shrugged. "Out of town for a few weeks, who knows, who cares?"
Angelus moved off of the bed and picked Buffy up in his arms. "What are you doing?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. She had wanted to lie upon the bed with her sire.
"You need a bath," he said and made his way up the stairs and into the main living area. He had to carefully avoid the sunlight streaming in through the windows on the way to Buffy’s bedroom. Once there, he set her on the bed. "Stay."
Buffy watched curiously as he left the room. She heard bathwater start to run for a few minutes, then the sound ceased. Angelus came back into the room, picked her up off the bed, and carried her to the bathroom. Buffy was already void of any clothing, due to their previous engagement downstairs, so Angelus only had to place her gently in the warm water.
He shut the bathroom door, turned off the lights, and came back to her side.
Even in the darkness, Angelus could make out every curve of her delicious body. That was the beauty of a vampire’s vision. He grabbed a soft, brown sponge in his hand and lathered it with soap. He started with Buffy’s arms, rubbing the rich foam all over, scrubbing her clean. He then moved on to her creamy breasts. He let the sponge slip into the water as he continued to wash and rinse her with his bare hands. When he tried to cleaned her back, he had to roll up the sleeves of his long shirt.
Buffy sat up and reached for him. She undid each button slowly and steadily, revealing more of his lucious flesh with each moment. She slipped it off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She laid back down when Angelus gave her a firm but gentle push backwards. He reached behind her and scrubbed at her back and shoulders, wanting to feel every inch of her.
Buffy pouted. "I want you to join me."
Angelus silenced her with a look. "Not until I finish."
He rubbed some more soap onto his hands and reached for one of her silken legs. He massaged the corded muscles and felt Buffy relax in his hands. He did the same to her other leg, and her feet.
"You missed a spot," Buffy teased.
"I’m saving the best for last," he answered, lathering up again. He leaned over the tub and took her hips in his hands, rubbing and squeezing her wiht his fingers. Buffy moaned softly, and Angel felt his erection growing.
He rubbed just inside her thighs, coming close, but not quite close enough, to where she wanted him the most. She tried to rub against his hands, but he kept her away.
"Don’t be naughty, Buffy, or I’ll have to punish you."
"I could live with that," Buffy said, eyes closed.
Angelus smirked, thinking of what he could do to her, and the bulge in his pants grew even larger.
"We’ll see."
He gave into her need, and slipped one finger, then a second and third into her fiery heat. Buffy gasped at the sudden pleasure. It was almost painful.
Angelus worked his fingers in and out of her as she braced her hands on the side of the tub.
"Do you feel the pleasure as well as the pain, lover?" he asked, his voice low.
Buffy could only nod.
"Angel would never have done this to you. He would never have dared think about doing this to you. With him it always had to be so slow, so careful, so fucking boring so that your first time had to be a flop," Angelus removed his fingers, and a whine of protest from Buffy followed.
"Shhhhh." He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stood up and climbed into the tub to rest on top of his godess. "But I’m here now. And the fun can begin."
He kissed her then, wanting to show his passion, desire, and need for her with his actions. She felt it more against her stomach when his length was pressed up against her, as hard a steel but as smooth as velvet.
Buffy wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. Their bodies were naturally cold, but as long as they were together, warmth was found.
Angelus couldn’t wait any longer. Just like before, he wasted no time in filling her to the hilt. Buffy gasped.
"Angel would never do this, either," Angelus gasped out, overcome by warm sensations. He couldn’t seem to let the subject of his annoying other half go. He would prove to Buffy that he was more of a man than Angel was, even if he was nothing even remotely close to a man. "He would have been too concerned about hurting you."
Angelus thrust deeply into her, grinding into her pelvis. "Too...concerned... about... losing... control." With every word he withdrew and slammed into her again. Buffy arched into him and dug her nails into his back, drawing fresh blood. She could smell it, and so could he. It only drove their passion farther.
Buffy felt her face change, and her climax near. Angelus saw her baring her lovely new fangs, and grinned. He moved faster, water spilling over the tub and soaking the rug nearby. He used his hands and pulled Buffy’s face into his neck, urging her to drink again. She complied, and drew the nourishment from him.
His climax hit as he felt her taking from his blood. He felt the world around him fade out, and the only thing he was aware of was the tiny body beneath his, and the sharp fangs in his neck. This was how it was meant to be. This was how it was always going to be from now on.
Buffy felt him spilling his seed deep inside her, and she came with such force, she screamed. It was muffled in his neck. Buffy came down from her intense high still licking at the small wound she had made. Angelus pulled away slightly to slide down her body to her breasts. He took her right nipple in his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. Buffy saw him morph into game face and he bit down softly. She held back a cry as he started to suck, his turn to feed. Buffy cradled his head to her like an infant. When he was done, he stood up, pulled Buffy with him, and wrapped her in a towel. It was dark out, he could feel it. They had things to do.
The End