"I'm not like you!"
Faith shoved out her last meager defense at Angelus. It hurt just to speak; he had nearly killed her three times. Why wouldn't he let it end? She was barely holding her own, let alone defeating him.
Angelus simply smirked and jerked the raven haired Slayer into his arms. His fanged mouth sought her own, and his kiss was unexpected and rough, breaking the tender skin of her bottom lip as his hand thrust between them.
Faith keened when her nipple was pinched, the trapped sound vibrating between their mouths. And despite her hatred for Angelus, she couldn't help but feel the pleasure and pain of the quick, possessive act stir her core to a simmering heat. Molten lava was actually more like it with her yeast infection.
No, no, I wouldn't tell you if that was her deal, I am after all sort of her guardian angel. Well, after Angelus. Where was I? Oh, right.
There Faith was, dripping wet from sparring with Angelus for the past ten minutes. Though she'd never admit it, even though she was ashamed of being rehabilitated and still wanting to boink the undead, she couldn't help herself. Angelus made her wet. Every cruel thing he said to invoke her wrath had worked. Rage made her horny. And then there was him. She didn't know why, only that he made her body stir as no other man had before.
Suddenly, her streaming train of embarrassing private thoughts were interrupted by the vampire's sinfully arousing whisper.
"You will be."
With that, he picked her up and carried her into the night, where his demonically chauffeured limousine was waiting. Being evil really paid.
It wasn't until the car had pulled out and begun to drive off to an unknown location that Faith slid out of the shock of what had just happened. He hadn't hurt her. He hadn't bitten her... he'd carried her to a limo.
Faith yanked the door handle to her right in the spacious automobile. She knew it was useless, but she had to try. She couldn't let Angelus have her blood, that much hadn't changed since the last time he'd wanted it. And she would die by her own hand before she let him sell her to a demon market or rape her or any other fun vampire activity Angelus was planning.
"Oh, stop that, honey," Angelus said, putting a near-crushing grip on her wrists and jerking her towards him, "Wouldn't want you to get tired before the fun's even started. I was just kidding when I said I liked a lass who'll lay down and think of England. I like my bitches to struggle."
Faith's hand wrenched free of Angelus's grip, and she moved to backhand him with supernatural strength. Her mistake was taking too long to raise her momentum. The precious split seconds building power in her strike left her open, and Angelus simply laughed harder, holding her arms with his clawed hands once again.
"That's it, bitch," Angelus said, leaning in to inhale the distinct scent of Faith's sweat, fear and arousal. "I was going to wait until we got back to my place, but if you insist..." Angelus freed one hand and ripped Faith's top from her body, exposing her unbound breasts to Angelus's sight. Suddenly, a possessive anger stirred within him. He preferred women of experience, and Darla had always been his primary load teaser. But the idea of Faith having sex with another man, the idea of Faith being looked at by another man... the idea of Faith's breasts swinging freely with her every move for another man's eyes filled him with a long-supressed rage. He would just have to see to it in her training that the impulse to be sexually independent was beaten out of her. For beneath his twisted sense of humour, there was some truth to his declared preference for obedient women.
"Angelus..." Faith's voice was barely a whisper, and if he had not been a vampire, Angelus would have had trouble hearing her words. "Touch me again and I will kill you. Getting Angel back will not matter anymore." She hated being dominated, particularly in bed. She had made the decision long ago that no man (or woman) would dominate her. If Angelus had taken heed of his own vampyric instincts, he might have taken warning at the twitch in Faith's jaw at his responding laughter. He might be stronger than her, and she might in fact be rusty. But Faith was a Slayer none the less, and he was about to find out what this one was made of.
Faith's arm jerked out, and her fist connected with the vampire's jaw. A sickening thud resounded in the air, as Angelus's head reeled from the blow. He felt his own blood well up in his mouth. The flaring rage within him was tempered as the rich flavour of his own aged blood assaulted his tongue. Savouring the taste, he decided to let Faith have her fun for a while. It would be more fun to break her that way.
The Slayer beat him viciously for several minutes; but in between feeling his head being knocked to different angles, Angelus lusted at the site of Faith's swaying breasts.
The cab jerked violently. Rodi, the tri-horned driver, dared not inquire about the events going on in the back seat. If Angelus was beating the girl or raping her, interfering would only bring him death. If the girl was beating or, from the looks of her slutty outfit, the true rapist, he didn't want to get involved until he could be sure that Angelus was dead. That vamp was fuckin' insane, Rodi mused to himself worriedly.
Tiring of Faith's beating, Angelus's hands shot out again, catching the topless Slayer and pinning her arms behind her as easily as he had scant minutes earlier. Faith attempted to wrench herself free, but failed miserably.
This time, Angelus savoured the look of her semi-nude body. The woman blushed as Angelus's eyes roved over her belly, ample breasts; even her well defined arms seemed to be holding his obsessive interest. And for the first time in years, Faith was actually nervous about the way a male was staring at her.
Uncertain of what to do, she suggestively shook her shoulders, not attempting to wrestle free, but enough to cause her tits to jiggle sassily before Angelus's raptly attentive gave. Perhaps if she could not fight him physically, she could control him sexually. His respoding growl let Faith know her tactic was working, and the look he gave her was one of pure smouldering lust.
Faith quickly found herself laying on her stomach, spread unceremoniously across the limousine floor. Angelus's frame pressed into her, and she almost smiled to herself as she felt his hands sliding across her entire body. But as Angelus's hands explored her, manually ravaging every inch of her partially-clothed body, Faith felt the arousal thriving between her legs; it had leapt to a new height.
Suddenly, unprovoked but not entirely unexpectedly, Faith felt like a worm. A worm on a sidewalk. On a hot summer day. Everything she had ever been told she was stuck inside of her. Ugly. A slut. Crazy. Evil. Too dark (from her Metis mother who'd wanted so desperately for her to be a little blonde PollyAnna). Built only for fucking. A monstrosity. And suddenly, uncontrollably, the tears came.
Keeping her feelings bottled up had never been one of Faith's strong suits, they either came out in condensed liquid teardrops or at the sharp end of a viable weapon. Now she wept for her lost redemption. She had tried so hard to be good, to become someone... not new, but... better. Someone who didn't want to hurt and kill people. Someone who didn't want to self destruct. Someone who wasn't turned on by an evil demon. Guess some things can't change, Faith thought to herself ruefully, as the demonic male above her stoked the fire between her legs to a sweltering heat.
Angelus lay on top of Faith, enjoying everything about their little exchange.
He's a demon who nails puppies to doors as Valentine's Day gifts, what'd you expect? He'd feel bad?
No, Angelus didn't shed a bloody tear. He could still smell her arousal, and the slight temerature changes in her skin and her minutely raised pulse let him know that Faith was as hot as ever. For him. He knew she was eaten up with guilt and shame, and it pleasured him beyond measure to see her in a twisted, out-of-control dance of balancing between pleasure and pain.
Besides, Angelus mused, the better for her to get used to fucking him, because his was the the only dick allowed her from now on.
Ok. Wait. Before we go any further, you're probably asking yourself a pretty basic question. How the fuck did this happen? What made him love her, you might wonder, and if he really does love her, why is this vamp so cruel and twisted? But, come on, you really thought either Angel or Angelus would love a seventeen year old blonde valley girl? As Buffy herself said, you know the drill. He always did prefer brunettes, as Drusilla can attest to. Sure he's a twisted obsessive fuck, but he had never meant to make her completely insane. Or rather, he had loved her so deeply that he had tortured her to insanity to escape the fact of his love. But that was all over a hundred years ago, and like Miss Lauren Hill croons, people change when they come eventually, you know.
So here we are, present day, Angelus and Faith. He's a boy, she's a girl, can I make it any more obvious? They are in love, now let me expound upon how they rock each other's worlds.
