Xander was unhappily rooting around the accessory bins of Ethan's Costume Shop looking for a plastic gun. If he found something suitable, he could pair it with the fatigues he'd gotten at the Army Surplus store a few months ago. He only had a few bucks with which to create a costume. The incredible selection on display really made him wish his parents were normal. Normal as in 'non-alcoholic, could hold a steady job, and were able to give their son an allowance' normal. Sadly, it was not to be. If only he could afford something impressive, perhaps Buffy might notice him as a guy and not just a friend.
A giggle from Buffy caught his attention and he looked up and saw her and Willow across the store. He watched Buffy as she went from costume to costume. She was graceful as she moved. He knew she'd look beautiful no matter what she chose. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he looked at the gun he had picked up during his musings about the petite blonde. It would do nicely. Taking one last look at the bin, he laughed bitterly when his glance wandered to a set of plastic vampire teeth. *** I should dress up as a vamp! Maybe pretending to be pulseless might get her attention. Nah! That's not fair. The only vamp she'd ever go for is Angel. *** Going over to the girls, he lifted the rifle to show them his prize.
Willow greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Xander!"
Buffy looked the weapon in Xander's grip. "That's not a costume."
Giving Buffy a strange look, he moved to face Willow and returned her smile. "I've got my old fatigues from Army Surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby!"
Smiling at Xander, Buffy apologized. "Hey, look, Xander ... I'm ... really sorry about this morning."
Shaking his head and covering his eyes, Xander interrupted. "Do you mind, Buffy? I'm trying to repress." The thought of Buffy 'rescuing' him from Larry earlier in the day still bothered him.
Buffy sighed. "Okay. Then I promise, from now on I'll let you get pummeled." She pouted a little and leaned her head on his arm.
Rolling his eyes, Xander accepted her apology/promise. "Thank you." This earned him a smile, but he continued. "Okay, y'know, actually I think I could've ta..."
That train of thought crashed when Buffy slowly walked away from him. "Hello! That was our touching reconciliation moment there."
Turning back to Xander for a moment, Buffy apologized. "I'm sorry, it's just ... Look at this." Her eyes returned to the costume. She stared, mesmerized.
Willow walked up to her and examined the dress. "It's amazing."
Xander joked, "Too bulky. I prefer my women in spandex."
As the shopkeeper approached Buffy and they began to discuss the costume, Xander perused the gown that had captivated Buffy's imagination. It was very fancy and looked like it belonged in the wardrobe of some noblewoman.
With that thought, Xander instantly knew the reason Buffy wanted it. Deadboy! She wanted to appeal to his memories of the 'good old days'! The vampire probably had plenty of experience with women in dresses like that. And probably out of dresses like that, too. *** Undead bastard! ***
As the image of Deadboy helping Buffy out of the gown flashed across his mind, he groaned. Both with the delicious thought of Buffy naked, and with despair at the knowledge she was doing it for Angel.
Walking away from the trio, he thought back over all the times he caught Buffy looking at Angel in a way that would have set any guy's heart racing. *** Any guy ... if he wasn't a corpse! How could she want him like that? Why can't she want ME like that? If only I could get her to see me in the same light as Bloodbreath! ***
Picking up the fangs he had looked at earlier, he made a decision. It wasn't without risk, but nobody ever accused him of playing things safe. *** Hello! Fighter of demon, here! ***
Shortly after the girls left the store, Xander ignored the creepy vibe of the strange English dude and paid for his fangs. Taking a deep breath, he started on his way to his next destination ... Angel's apartment.
Xander had been pacing outside the door to Angel's apartment for fifteen minutes trying to summon the courage to knock. He knew what he was attempting could turn into a spectacular disaster. ***Could? Most likely will.*** Or, alternatively, could finally make Buffy see him with different eyes. ***If only!***
He just didn't know how he was going to do this. He couldn't come out and ASK for Angel's clothes. ***Hey, Deadboy! Mind if I borrow a few articles of your vamp-wear?*** No way would Angel just hand things over. ***Why, of course I don't mind! Here you go, Xander. Enjoy!*** And he realized there was no way he could face Angel's wrath if he caught him stealing ... errr 'borrowing' things.
Finally, he decided to just give up the idea. ***Why did I ever think this could have worked?*** Checking his watch, he realized he'd have to run if he wanted to pick up the gun before closing. ***Damn! Four bucks wasted on these stupid teeth!***
It was at that moment the door opened. Jumping slightly in surprise, Xander turned. Angel was there. Glaring at him. ***What? Why is he looking at me like that? I didn't actually DO anything! Eeep! Vamps can't read minds, can they?***
"Harris!" Angel practically growled his name. He grabbed Xander by the collar and dragged him in. "Do you have any idea how irritating you are?"
"What? What are you talking about? I didn't even knock yet!"
"Exactly!"
"Huh?"
Angel sighed heavily before explaining the reason for his mood. "You've been pacing in the hallway for the past fifteen minutes. I knew it was you. I'd just woken up and was trying to enjoy the quiet. But, no. Xander Harris has to make my unlife even more miserable by making a racket outside my door."
"A racket? I was only pacing. Anyway, how did you know it was me before you opened the door?"
Angel gave Xander a look that conveyed loud and clear that he thought Xander was moronic in the extreme. "Vampire senses. To me, your pacing is equivalent to tap-dancing outside the door of a human."
"Oh. Sorry. How did you know it was me though?"
"I smelled you."
"Smelled me? Ewww ... well, that's just ... wait! You recognize my scent? Why would you know my scent? I don't stink. Well, um, I don't think ... do I?"
"No, you don't stink. Actually, quite the opposite." Xander got the wiggins from that. Since he didn't want to deal with the fact that Angel liked how he smelled, he just ignored it. "I can recognize the scent of all Buffy's friends. Even if I hadn't heard you and you'd left without knocking, I would have known you were here. Your scent would have lingered in the hallway." ***Good thing, I didn't do the 'B and E' I had considered. He sooo would have killed me!***
Walking around a couple trunks and some boxes, Angel crossed over to the other side of the room and picked up a book from the desk. ***Geez, what's with all the stuff, Deadboy? Are you moving away? That would be of the good!***
"You're in luck." ***I am?*** "Giles must be really eager for this book, if he sent you over to check if I'd found it yet. I told him I'd deliver it later this week, since I didn't know its exact location."
Grabbing onto this fortunate misunderstanding on Angel's part, Xander wove a story. "Well, you know Giles. Loves those books. Research, research, research. Apparently, Halloween's a quiet night demon-wise so he must figure it's a good time to read. Well, I guess you already knew that. About the quiet night. Since you're a demon. Not that I'm insulting you! Well, at least not on purpose!"
Angel just looked at him. Looked at him as if he were some strange bug that had crawled out from beneath a rock. ***I'd like to crawl under a rock right now. This was such a bad idea. I don't want to be here!***
"Xander, you're babbling."
"Um, yeah. Sorry. I'm just nervous." ***Brilliant! Duh! Why did I say that? Now he knows I'm up to something! Play it cool.***
Tilting his head, Angel narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. ***It's like he's trying to look into my mind and my soul! Go away! No vamps allowed inside my brain!*** Angel slowly grinned at him. ***Oh, yeah. Vamps that grin ... way creepy! Deadboy grinning ... uber-creepy! Stop it!*** Walking over to Xander, Angel handed him the book. "Why, Xander, whatever would you have to be nervous about?"
Mind reeling, Xander reached frantically for something to say. "Your apartment ..."
Somewhat confused, Angel glanced around, then asked, "My apartment? My apartment makes you nervous?"
"Well, yeah, kind of. It's not like I get invited over to visit, so the only other time I was here was ..."
Speaking softly, Angel interrupted, "Was when you wanted me to take you to the Master's Lair to save Buffy."
"Yeah."
Standing there in silence, each man's mind replayed memories of that night.
Angel's voice shook Xander from his reminiscence. "Xander, I never thanked you."
"Thanked me?"
"Yes. You didn't accept the prophecy. Buffy, Giles and I all gave up hope. You didn't. It's only because you came here that night, that Buffy is still alive. Thank you."
"Oh. Um, you're welcome." ***Oh, oh. He's being nice to me. This must mean an apocalype is coming soon or I've entered an alternate dimension where Deadboy isn't a jerk.***
Xander was really uncomfortable with the man-vamp bonding moment and just wanted to get out. He started to back toward the door. "I appreciate the sentiment, Dea ... Angel, and thanks for the book, but I've got plans, so I'm gonna ..." The next thing Xander knew he was sprawled on the floor.
In his haste to get out, he'd backed into some of the trunks. Starting to rise, he clutched tighter to the book and what remained of his dignity. Tucking the book into his backpack, he looked around. He saw he had knocked over one of the trunks and its contents had spilled.
"Sorry," he mumbled and started to pick up the ... clothes. Clothes that looked vampy. Clothes that just screamed 'Angel'. Well, some of them did. Some of them screamed 'burn me!' They did seem awfully old-fashioned.
Angel gathered the rest of the items. "That's okay, these are just going to be thrown out anyway." He placed them in some satchels that had been on the bottom of the trunk.
***Hello!*** "What? Why?"
Angel sighed. "I haven't worn these clothes in a really long time and they ... aren't me anymore."
***Angel's clothes! What I came for in the first place! I can work with this!*** "You shouldn't just toss them away. You should, you know, recycle." Angel just raised a questioning brow. "Trust me, Goodwill can never get enough. Someone could use them." Xander picked up an oddly styled shirt to examine. "No matter how weird. There's always someone who could use it."
Angel looked uncertain. "You really think someone would wear this stuff? It isn't exactly the latest style."
"Yeah, I'm sure. They'll just wash it up and it'll sell, no problem. When you can't afford new things, something weird is better than nothing at all."
Angel didn't reply, so Xander looked up from the clothes. Angel was looking at him again. In THAT way. ***Hey! I thought I sent you a psychic message to stop trying to look into my soul!***
"Okay, I will."
***What?!! Did you really ...***
Angel took the shirt from Xander, placed it with the others and closed the bag. "I'll make arrangements to give these away."
***Oh! Good! No vampy mind-reading. Gotta get outta this place before I have a breakdown.***
"I could take them. I always pass the store on the way to school. They have bins to drop off clothes. I can do it tomorrow morning."
"I wouldn't want to trouble you."
***For this you don't want to trouble me. When it comes to the girl I adore, you're happy to give me problems!*** "No trouble. Really." With that remark, Xander grabbed the bags and headed to the door.
Angel opened the door and stood aside. "Thanks for taking them, Xander. Don't worry about them smelling up your room or anything. There was a spell on the trunks when they were packed, so they wouldn't become musty."
***Oh, good thing. That would be really impressive. Showing up smelling like grandma's attic!***
"Goodbye, Xander."
"Bye, Angel. See ya." ***Yeah, I'll see ya when I look in the mirror and check out myself in your clothes!***
Once Angel closed the door, Xander relaxed a bit. Slowly he started to grin. He did it! He got Angel's clothes! ***Go, me!***
Smiling broadly, Xander left to get ready for his big night as a vamp.
Just before he rang the bell, Xander dropped his backpack and did a quick check of his outfit. It seemed very 'Angelic'. He was dressed entirely in black. Most of the clothes he'd gotten from Deadboy were too archaic to consider, but at the bottom of the second bag he'd hit the jackpot. A black silk shirt that, suprisingly, had no wrinkles. Attributing it as another factor of the no-smell-spell, he'd slipped it on. It was oddly styled, but not too strange. Next he'd found some well-tailored trousers. Surprised there was only buttons, no zipper, he wondered just how old these clothes were. His own leather belt and boots were next.
***Thank goodness for hand-me-downs from cousin Rigby. Geez, hand-me-downs that are nicer than anything I've ever been able to buy for myself.***
The last item was the most important. A light-weight leather coat. Long enough to reach mid-calf. It had flowed out behind him as he had walked. A few stakes, a bottle of holy water, and a large cross tucked into the coat pockets completed his ensemble.
Satisfied with his appearance, Xander put the fangs in place, rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door. Hearing a shout that sounded like 'just a minute', he stepped back and turned to survey the neighbourhood. Jack-o-lanterns graced the steps of most of the homes. There was a breeze gently blowing and as he lifted his face to enjoy it's caress, the long black duster billowed out behind him.
***I hope this works. I just want Buffy to see me as more than her friend.***
"Angel? What are you doing here?" Xander turned back to the Summers' door. "I thought that you were ... Xander? XANDER?!! Oh ... um, Xander, for a minute I thought you were Angel." Buffy giggled then smiled. "You weren't close enough to the light and I, um, now I feel silly."
***YOU feel silly? How do you think I ... Wait!! She mistook me for Angel! She thought I was Angel!***
Xander flashed her a vamp-toothy smile. "No need to feel silly ... after all, I *am* Angel." Xander gave a turn to show his outfit.
***Oh, wait! Can't smile too much.***
Buffy crossed the threshold and put her hand on his chest. She gazed up at him, a strange expression on her face. "Oh. My. God! You dressed as Angel!" She giggled again and clapped her hands. "I love it!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house. As she did, he palmed the fangs.
Once inside Xander took a better look at her costume and liked what he saw. "Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex!"
Buffy smiled and curtsied. "Thank you, kind sir." Xander smiled at the gesture and bowed in return. "But wait till you see ..."
"Hi." Willow appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a ghost costume with the word 'BOO!' on the front.
Xander smiled at his oldest friend. "Hey, Will! That's a fine boo you got there."
Disappointed, Buffy sighed. "Willow! I thought ... never mind ... look at Xander! Doesn't he look good?"
***Good! She thinks I look good! Yay!***
"Oh, yeah," Willow said dreamily. Composing herself, she continued. "Um, yeah, Xander in all black. What are you supposed to be? You don't look very soldier-y."
"He's Angel!"
Xander turned around and slipped in the vampire teeth, then spun quickly and growled.
"Oh," Willow giggled. "I see it. Nice fangs. And black is definitely your colour. Where'd you get the clothes, anyway?"
"Deadboy gave 'em to me. Well, not to actually use myself. I'm supposed to drop them off at Goodwill tomorrow, but I figured no harm in using them once before that. Might even keep the coat." He lightly stroked the soft leather sleeve.
"Oh, Xander, don't be silly! It's so not your style! You have to have a certain vibe to wear clothes like that."
"What do you mean, Buffy? Just a minute ago you said I looked good!"
"Well, yeah, that's 'cause you're pretending to be Angel. You can't do that all the time. When Halloween is over, you'll just have to go back to being plain, old Xander and that coat just wouldn't be you." She turned to grab her keys.
***Plain, old Xander! Damn it all to hell! I thought this worked. The way she looked at me before ... ***
Willow interrupted his thoughts, "We should leave. Those kids are probably anxious to get their candy."
"Yeah, let's go." Xander turned, grabbed his backpack from the porch and strode away. He waited for the girls at the sidewalk. As a trio, they made their way to the school.
Xander stood watching his little group of trick-or-treaters. He smiled and let his mind wander. The eagerness and innocence of the children had improved his mood slightly.
***Man, those were the days. Me, Willow and Jesse. Halloween and all we cared about was how much candy we could score.***
When each child had received their goodies, he lead the way to the next house.
***Glad I remembered to give Deadboy's stupid book to Giles. Last thing I needed is Giles asking him about it. Damn! All this effort and all I got was just one look from her when she seemed to see me as more than a buddy. It was so short, I could have imagined it. I know I didn't imagine her referring to me as 'plain, old Xander'. What a rip! I should have dressed as a soldier.***
Suddenly, Xander felt himself enveloped by a wave of energy. His body jerked and he fell to his knees.
***What the HELL was that?***
In the distance, he heard people screaming, car horns blaring and windows shattering.
***Hey! When did it get so light out? Gotta find Buffy and Willow and get these kids under control.***
Xander got to his feet and walked down the street.
***What the Hell?! I want to walk the other way! What is going on? I can't control my own body! No! No! No! Damn it! Possessed again! Please, don't let me eat another pig! I thought Halloween was supposed to be non-Hellmouthy!***
"Xander!"
***Willow? Hey, body! Turn around! Willow's calling me. Maybe she knows what's going on.***
"Xander!"
Still his body ignored her. It wasn't until she ran in front of him that he stopped.
***Willow! Willow? What are you wearing? You're all ... sexy!*** She wasn't wearing her ghost costume. She was dressed in a short top and leather skirt. A short leather skirt.
"Xander? Why are you ignoring me?"
"The name's not Xander. Now away wit' ye. I've no time to waste wit' spirits." He started to walk away.
***What? Willow help me! And what's with the accent? I've been possessed by an Irish ghost!***
"Xander, wait. I know you're confused, but it's some kind of spell."
"Spell? What sort of magic is this? What place is this? It feels ... evil." Xander could feel himself smiling.
"Um, Xander ... errr ... Angel, could you get rid of the vamp face? You're giving me a wiggins."
***You're getting a wiggins? At least you're in control of your body. Or ghostly body. Well, at least your body hasn't been overtaken by Deadboy!***
Xander's face shifted. Suddenly it seemed much darker. ***Oh-kay, that's way up there on the weirdometer! Ah, must have been vamp-o-vision. I knew they could really see better, but wow!***
"Tell me what ye know, spirit! I've got places t'be!"
"Okay, I know you're confused, um, I don't know why you don't recognize me, though. I'm Willow Rosenberg and your name is Xander Harris. It's Halloween and I dressed as a ghost and suddenly there was this wave of magic and boom! suddenly I've been turned into a ghost. You dressed up as our friend, Angel, the vampire. The evil you feel is the Hellmouth."
***Our friend? Angel might be your friend; he's definitely Buffy's 'friend', but in no way is he my friend!***
"The Hellmouth? Aye, the Hellmouth. It calls t'me."
"We have to find Buffy and get to Giles. He'll know what to do."
"Now why would I be wantin' to do that? I can feel the call of my family. Drusilla and William are near."
Willow opened her mouth to speak, but before she's able to say a word, a scream echoed through the night.
***Buffy!***
"Buffy!"
Xander could see Buffy running toward them. Before she can reach them, a car goes by and she screamed, "Demon!" Helpless to do anything he watched as she turned and ran the other way.
"Buffy, wait! Great. Now we have to chase her. Let's go, Xander."
Xander doesn't move.
"Xander! I mean, Angel! Let's go get her!"
"No." His body turned and walked the other way.
***Hey! No! Follow Willow. If I can't be in control of my body, Willow gets my vote. Do what she says.***
"Angel?"
Xander didn't stop walking.
As he walked away, Xander knew Willow could hear him say, "The name is Angelus."
As Angelus walked away from Willow, Xander could hear her pleas to stop. As they grew quiet in the distance, Xander finally began to grasp the severity of what happened. His mind raced wildly.
***No. Please, God. Let this be a nightmare. This cant be real. It cant! Im only dreaming. Im only dreaming. Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP! God damn it all to hell! Please, let me wake up.***
When his pathetic rant ended, he examined the situation for anything that would work in his favour.
***Okay. Think. What can I do? Nothing. He hasnt acknowledged my presence. I cant influence his thoughts or his actions. I cant even maneuver my own body!***
It was at that moment Angelus placed his hand in the duster's pocket. Xander felt the burn just as Angelus released a growl. Obviously, Angelus had discovered Xanders cross. Xanders hand stung, but he knew hed gladly take any amount of pain if it meant Angelus was rendered harmless. Hed gladly bare his chest to take a stake in the heart. Unfortunately, he didnt have the ability to do it, and he knew the demon would not be so accommodating. Xander heard the cross land in some bushes when Angelus threw it viciously into the night.
Distracted by the burning of his hand, Angelus walked into the street and barely had time to react when he heard the blare of a horn. Using vampiric speed, he twisted out of the path of the oncoming vehicle, and landed on the sidewalk. Regaining his feet, Angelus stared at the teenager in a Mercedes 350SL. Xander recognized one of the school jocks, Cody Weinberg.
***Cody, run! If you dont, youre gonna die!***
"Hey, Harris! You loser! Watch what youre doing! I know youre a crazy idiot, but if youre not careful youre gonna be a dead, crazy idiot."
"Nay, see now, thats where ye be mistaken. Im already dead. And yer the idiot." Xander's hands reached in and hauled Cody from the car. Xander's face distorted and his teeth elongated to become fangs.
Powerless and frustrated, Xander could do nothing but experience his fangs rending Cody's flesh, his mouth sucking on the youths neck. Angelus drank deeply. Xander could hear Codys cries diminish and his heartbeat slow. He could feel Codys flailing arms stop their pathetic attempts to achieve freedom. Finally, Xander's arms were the only reason Cody remained upright.
***NO! Angelus is killing him and Im helpless. Theres nothing I can do! Nothing. And ... and I cant close myself away from it. I really wish I could. I see what he sees, what he smells, hears and feels. God, I even TASTE what he tastes. Please God, if you can, make me unaware.*** Adding a thought that would have been a whisper if spoken aloud, ***please.*** Xander received no answer to his silent cry for help.
Xander wanted to vomit. He never wanted to vomit more in his entire life. He was revolted not only at being the cause of Codys death, but also at the relish with which the vampire fed. The warm blood, gushed from the fatal wound. The vampire gulped greedily. The viscous fluid was then swallowed down HIS throat.
***Cody, Im sorry. Please, forgive me. At least you werent turned. Rest in peace.***
Angelus released his hold on the corpse and let it fall at his feet. He surveyed the area and concentrated on the connection with his family. He knew they were near. He merely needed to follow their bond.
Xander could feel a powerful draw upon his consciousness. It was a siren call in the night and it was getting stronger. Following this beacon, Angelus brought them to an old warehouse. When the two vamps acting as guards tried to bar his entrance, Angelus quickly dispatched them by tearing off their heads.
Xanders improved hearing could easily detect the heartbeat of several people inside. That meant there were people that were going to die. Possibly, by his hand. Or he would have to just bear silent witness. He hoped it was the latter. He wondered if Angelus was full. He didnt know how often vampires needed to feed. He just knew if he had to go through that again, he would probably become catatonic.
Once Angelus entered the building, a couple of minions eyed him warily. They moved to attack, but were halted by the call of their mistress. Drusilla appeared at the top of the stairway. She wore a vintage style gown, white and flowing. She ordered the minions to leave and to send replacements for the guards.
"Who are you? The stars said Id have a special visitor, but they forgot the words to the song. I only heard the music."
"Dye not know yer own sire?"
Drusilla grinned widely and bounded down the stairs to stop in front of Angelus. She looked deeply into his eyes. Xander was extremely disturbed by this action. Something in her gaze was nearly hypnotic.
"Daddy? Daddy, why are there two of you? The other you is stuck with that nasty soul, Angel, and now youre visiting using the Slayers kitten to travel."
"What d'ye mean soul?"
"A hundred years, Daddy! A hundred years youve been away from us! Some gypsies were upset when you ate their princess and wanted you to suffer. They cursed you with a soul!"
Angelus eyes flashed golden with fury. "A hundred years? If they werent already dead, Id be on the way to eviscerate them and decorating the country-side with their entrails!"
"We found them, Daddy. Drank each of them dry. We made them suffer." She smiled lost in the memory of bloodshed and carnage for a moment. Finally, she managed to refocus and asked, "Do you know what happened tonight?"
"Aye. Some spirit told me of magic being cast."
"Yes, Miss Edith likes the naughty man. He likes to play with fire."
Angelus reached forward and grabbed Drusilla. Holding her against his chest, he entangled one hand in her dark locks and pulled her head back so he could see clearly into her eyes.
"Well, hes not the only one that likes playing with fire."
"Daddy! Its been such a long time!" She attempted to act coy, and cast her eyes downward. Had he not known her, he might have believed her act. However, she quickly dispelled the notion by running her tongue seductively on her full lips and grinding her pelvis against his erection.
"Aye, then lets not waste anymore time, childe." He kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue savagely into her mouth. Without warning, he tore her gown from her pale body. Drusilla gasped and pulled away from him. She smiled wickedly and turned to the stairs. Swaying her hips, she made her way to her bed. Angelus admired the view for a few moments before following.
***You are disgusting!***
Xanders soul burned with shame as he castigated himself. He was sickened with the events that had just occurred. Angelus and Drusilla had fucked with savage intensity. Right now, they were lying on her bed resting. Not that the sex itself was something extraordinary. Sure, there was the biting and the scratching, the bruising and the bloodplay, but nothing too far out of the realm of his imagination. The skills Drusilla displayed showed years of experience. She was amazing. When he came the first time, it was the most intense orgasm of his life. He actually forgot the horror of the day. That was the thing that shamed him.
***I forgot killing Cody! I didn't fight hard enough and let bodily sensations wash away all thought! Basically, I was raped and I enjoyed it!***
"Daddy, would you like a treat? We have some very pretty people waiting for us. I was about to dine when you arrived."
"My girl is hungry? I canna allow that! Lets not keep company waiting. Dinna want to be rude." He chuckled and got out of bed. Extending his hand to Drusilla, he drew her to her feet and they embraced. Slowly he leaned forward and bestowed a deep sensual kiss upon her lips. Drusilla moaned and melted against his body. Angelus pulled away and swatted her bottom. He began to dress, unaware of the hysterical panic swamping the mind of his bodys original occupant.
***No! Have more sex! Come on! Its been a hundred years since youve been together! Stay the whole night in bed! Please, stay here and not kill anyone else! Please, God, please, please.*** Nothing happened to impede the vampires' egress from the room. Xander knew nothing would happen, but if all he could do was pray, then thats what he would do.
Together, the two vamps approached that nights dinner. There were three people sitting tied in a corner. The two elder of the victims were in their thirties, both strangers to Xander, but the third was another face from school. Aura, one of the Cordettes. She recognized him, too.
"Xander Harris? Thank God! Please help me. I dont understand why these people have taken me. They wont let me make a call about ransom or anything! Sure, were not rich like the Chase family, but whatever we have, Im sure my parents would gladly give." The vampires ignored her outburst.
"Are you hungry, Daddy?"
"I ate earlier, but this girl smells so sweet." Angelus grabbed Aura and pulled the shaking teen closer. He nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply. "And her terror is so tantalizing."
***Not her. Not her. Please, dont make me watch another person I know die by my hand.***
Auras eyes widened in terror when she saw the handsome face of Xander Harris morph into the horrible visage of a monster. She vainly struggled, but Angelus merely chuckled and began to drink. He took his time, having slaked his ravenous hunger earlier. He slowly savoured this as if it were a fine dessert.
Once again, Xander endured the experience of draining another person of their life. He couldn't help but note the blood tasted different. ***I do not want to know this! I dont want to know what blood type taste best or how emotions affect the flavour! I want it to end!*** Hysterically, he endeavoured to close his mind to the images and the sensations. He vaguely registered the collapse of Aura to the floor as he began his mantra of misery. ***Please, God. Please, God. Please, God. Please, God.***