SERIES : the Twisted Fate Series
PAIRING : Kathryn/Angelus
RATING : NC17 (torture
bondage, kidnapping and rape)
SPOILERS : Just the end of Cruel
Intentions.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own
these characters.
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13
He was carrying her to the car since her legs were not quite
strong enough to support her. She had walked to the elevator and he took her
the rest of the way. She was still unsure how they’d go to the beach. He opened
the doors to the street and the sun was beating down on the street. “Angelus...
let’s just go upstairs. You shouldn’t do this.” He carried her into the
sunlight. “I don’t understand. What the hell?”
He put her in the front seat of his car. “You see this ring?”
She nodded as she looked at the green ring. “It’s called the Gem of Amara.
After I dropped Jess off with my friend, I went to get this. I had to dig it up
from a crypt, but it’s a legend vampires have been talking about for a while
now. It makes us unkillable.”
“How so?” She asked as he started the car and they were off
toward the beach.
“Immune to stakes, holy water, crosses, garlic, and the sun. And
I’m not sure if it would stop a decapitation, but it’s hard to decapitate an
unwilling vampire. That was the surprise I went to get for you, so we could go
out together and here we are.”
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He stopped the car in front of a grocery store. “Anything you
want? You know for a picnic?”
“I guess.” He got out of the car and grabbed a nearby cart.
“Feel like taking a ride?” He picked her up and set her gently
in the cart. “Is that okay? You’re not in pain?”
“No. It’s fine, a little hard, but okay, I mean... er...”
“Let’s go.” He pushed her into the store. “What do you want?” He
pushed her over to the prescription counter.
“What do we need here?”
“You’re out of ointment and you still have a couple cuts that
are still healing. I don’t want you to scar. Do you need the pain killers
anymore?”
“Not really. So much for small favors, huh?” After they got the
ointment he pushed her down the first isle. “Wait!” He stopped the cart. “Are
you pale cause you can’t tan? Or cause you’re dead?”
“Don’t know, why?” He asked as she pointed to tanning oils.
“Take me there.” He pushed her over and she read five bottles
before deciding two. “Kay.” They continued to shop and they were going down the
isle with the bandages when she looked to her side and saw the display of
condoms. She was glad she didn’t have to worry about being pregnant from her
captivity or from him. Sex. She hadn’t thought about it in three weeks, when
she did it hurt, in her body and mind, but thinking about it right then, sent
shivers down her spine.
They stood in line with the cart packed around her body. He was
glad she’d requested food, fruits, chips, crackers, meat, and whip cream for
strawberries. They checked out and were on their way.
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He spread the blanket out. “You are truly amazing.” She said.
“Why’d that?”
“Cause you can give me a piggy back ride and carry the bags and
spread the blanket.”
“I’m talented. I know.”
“You know too well, it makes you arrogant.” He helped her down.
“Can you help me get my shorts off.
“I can always help with that.” He was curious as to her state of
mind. He hadn’t made any advances on her since she’d been raped. He had gone
out and had quick screws in alleyways with hookers before draining them. He
thought she suspected as much if she even thought about it at all. Still, she
was the one he wanted. He unbuttoned them and she raised her hips as he pulled
them down over the bikini bottom. As he pulled the shorts down, he dragged a
finger over her pussy ever so gently. She cringed.
“Please don’t.” She whimpered. She wasn’t really sure where it
came from, but she decided not to fight her first instinct.
“I’m sorry Kat.”
“It’s not you. I just need time. It’s just hard to think about
someone touching me like that again.”
“I understand. You wanna eat?” He said turning to the bags.
She reached out and took him by the chin. “Look at me.” He did.
“When I’m ready you’ll be the first to know.”
“Okay. You hungry?”
“Starved for the first time in three weeks.” He passed her the
sandwich she’d had made at the store and watched her a few minutes. Then he
closed his eyes and leaned back. The sun was incredible on his face. It’d been
too long. “You look great in the sun Angel. Oh, is it okay I call you that?”
“My childe Drusilla always called me that, it’s okay. Kind of a
paradox.”
“You surely are that. So where are all the people? It’s a
gorgeous day and there’s no one at the beach.”
“It’s a private beach. I bought it when I got the ring. I’m
thinking of building a house.”
“A vampire who builds a house. That’s weird, isn’t it?”
“Not really, some are wanderers, others aren’t. I like a bit of
both. Plus now I have the ring I want a house with huge windows and porches.”
“Sounds nice. I’ve never been the type to want a house. I’m more
the penthouse and limo driver type.”
“Limo’s are okay, but I like to drive.”
“Then we should go on a trip.”
“Where would you go?” He watched as she rummaged through the
bags and took the oils out. “What are those for?”
“Well, I usually go to a tanning salon. They say you shouldn’t
tan directly in the sun. Anyway, the oils help to create an even tan. Hopefully
you can tan. We’ll see. Take your shirt and pants off. Oh, please tell me you
have boxers on.”
“I do have boxers on, but since it’s my beach it could be a nude
beach... one day.” He stripped down to his boxers.
“Good, lay on your stomach.”
“Perhaps we should just let me tan without the oil.”
“Why?” He glanced downward on his body and she understood. “Just
lay on your back, we’ll do your stomach first, then your back. Don’t be a baby,
I don’t bite, that’s your job.” He laid on his back like she said and she
allowed drops of the oil land on his skin. It was warm as she began to massage
it into his skin. She got his neck and shoulders, and worked on his muscular
chest. “Were you always this built?”
“Yes. I was gifted. So where would you go on your trip?” He had
to get his mind off her hands. He couldn’t help but be aroused by her warm
fingers.
“Oh, right, I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to see Mexico and
all the Aztec ruins there, though I can’t really see me walking through the
jungle. I’d have to have someone to carry me. Like you!”
“I’ve never been to South America or Mexico. I’ve done Europe
pretty extensively. I could take you on a tour and show you where all the
vampires hang out.”
“I wanna see everywhere. Turn over.” He flipped on his stomach
as she started spreading oil on his back and the backs of his thighs. It was
all he could do to keep himself from flipping over and grabbing her. “I always
said I wanted to see everything before I got too old to enjoy it. What’s the
fun in being fifty and finally seeing Greece?”
“Greece is nice, I liked Sparta the best.”
“I’ve seen pictures. It looks incredible. I’ve always wanted to
go to Berlin as well and Stonehenge.”
“It’s pretty amazing.”
“Okay, if you don’t tan now, you never will.”
“Your turn?” He asked hoping to be able to touch her. He sat up
careful to hide his erection he’d gotten during her massaging. She laid back.
“Yeah.”
“So tell me do you tan in the buff? Before in the salon I mean.”
“Yeah, usually, but I haven’t found a place I like here, but in
New York there was a place I loved. A whole spa. They had mud baths and
massages and tanning booths and saunas, it was heaven.”
“We should find a spa you like here.”
“I don’t know, it’s no fun alone. I had a couple friends that
would go with me.”
“What about that girl at the Rave?”
“Who? Cassy? Oh I like her, I met her two weeks after getting
here. She was a waitress at this place where I started having breakfast. If you
had told me that I would be best friends with a waitress three years ago, I’d
have laughed at your face. Really though, all the Manhattan girls were vacant
and the LA girls are worse, but Cassy is great.”
“Take her to the spa with you?”
“She couldn’t afford it and besides I haven’t talked to her
since we went shopping while you were gone.”
“Call her. I would pay for both of you to go.”
“I’ll think about it.” She took off her t-shirt to expose her
two-piece bikini suit. “I feel naked.”
“It’s okay, there’s no one else, just me and I’ve seen it
before.”
“I know, but...”
“Then put your shirt back on.”
“I wanna tan. I can do this.” She laid on her back and handed
him the oil. “Here.”
He dropped some oil on her torso. The welts had healed almost
completely which was nice. “Okay, just tell me to stop if you want me to.”
“Kay.” She relaxed while his hands smeared the oil over her
stomach. He massaged some into her arms as well.
He wasn’t sure how much she wanted. He watched her face as he
moved his fingers close to the fabric covering her breasts and she seemed okay
with it. He rubbed oil in the crevice between her breasts. She didn’t say
anything. “Kat?” Her eyes were closed.
She was actually enjoying the feel of his hands so close to her
nipples. She wanted more, and she couldn’t explain why. “Kat?” He asked.
“Hmm? What?” She kept her eyes closed.
“Want me to do your legs too?”
“Please.” He was silent as his large hands massaged the oil into
her calves and feet. They moved up slowly, toward her thighs and for a second
she was okay, but she started panicking. “Stop.” She said as he got mid-thigh.
“That’s good.”
“Okay, want me to do your back?”
“Yeah.” She flipped over and felt the warm oil on her back. She
reached back and unhooked the clasped of the top. She reveled in his hands on
her bare back. It felt good. Different than it had three weeks ago. He loved
her, he had said so. He didn’t want to hurt her. That was the difference. He
did her arms and shoulders and she felt her body shudder at his light touches
on her neck and the sides of her breasts.
He had no idea what was going on in her head. He kept going as
long as she wasn’t crying or asking him to stop. He did the sides of her body
and touched the sides of her breasts. She said nothing and he decided to get
more daring. He reached under her and cupped her breasts with his oiled hands.
He massaged her nipples and she whimpered. “I’m sorry.” He pulled his hands
back and hooked her top again. She turned over and looked up at him.
“I’m not.” She took his hands and placed them over her breasts.
He kneaded them gently and wanted desperately to plunge into her. He was sure
that wouldn’t happen. He leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face and he
kissed her cheek. “Let’s go swimming.” She whispered as he moved his kisses
down to her neck.
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14
The sun fell behind the water and she leaned back against him,
his hands wrapped around her. “This was nice.”
“What?”
“This day. I’m glad I got out. It was perfect.”
“I know it was. My first day in the sun and I got to share it
with this incredibly hot woman.”
“Pity you didn’t get a tan. I guess that answers the question.”
“I guess.” His fingers were tracing circles on her stomach and
they leaned back. Things hadn’t progressed farther than the groping he’d done
earlier and that was disappointing to him, but okay. He didn’t want to push
her, he already had a crazy girl in his Dru, he didn’t need another. “So what
now? Home?”
“I was thinking I’d have some of that champagne and my
strawberries. A little night-time picnic, unless you need to go.”
“No.” She opened the cooler Rose had packed and pulled the
champagne, strawberries and whip cream out. “Do we have glasses?” He asked.
“I don’t think so. We’ll just drink out of the bottle. I can
drink cause I’m not taking the pain killers anymore, right?”
“Right.” He wanted to ask her something that hadn’t come up.
“Kat?”
“What?”
“Not to spoil a nice day, but you should really go to a real
doctor.”
“What for? I’m healing.”
“There could be permanent damage. We don’t know how far the
knife went.” She froze. “I’m sorry to have to do this now, but it could have
hurt your cervix or uterus. That could ruin the possibility of having
children.”
“Who’s gonna give me children? You? Who says I want them?”
“It’s one thing to not want them, but it’s another to have the
option of having them. But don’t you wanna know?”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. Champagne?” She took a drink and passed the
bottle to him.
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It was almost midnight and the car was packed up. It had been
the best day in weeks. She had walked a little more on the sand and was now
slipping her shorts on. “It’s so nice to have comfortable clothes on.”
“You know you don’t have to wear skirts for my benefit if you
don’t want to.”
“I like dressing that way, but it’s nice to take time off from
formal wear. I know I shouldn’t, but I care about my appearance and what people
think of me. I miss when I was adored by everyone.”
“But it wasn’t you they adored, it was the image they liked. I
like the real you.”
“The real me?”
“The one that told me to go to Hell and to fuck off. The one who
is so stubborn she’d scale a forty-five foot tower just to prove a point.”
“Forty-five?”
“Yeah, I had someone measure it.”
“Wow. Suddenly I’m impressed with myself.”
“You should be, you’re stronger than you think you are.”
“I wish I believed that.”
“You are. Look at what you’ve dealt with, being shunned from
your family and friends, moving across the country, climbing the tower, taming
the Scourge of Europe, surviving something worse than most demons would have,
and you’re here.”
“Help me up?” He put his hand down and pulled her up. “I think I
can walk to the car.” She took a step and stumbled, he caught her waist before
she fell. “Course I may need help.”
“See? It takes a strong person to ask for help.”
“Or a smart person and I am nothing if not smart.”
“I won’t argue with you on that. You’re one smart cracker.”
“Cracker? Don’t you mean cookie?”
“Is it cookie? I always mess these expressions up. Didn’t have
them when I was little.”
“I’d imagine not.” He kept his arm around her waist as they
walked back to the car. “The stars are so pretty. Today was really nice Angel,
thanks. I needed to get out and be normal.”
“I know.”
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15
“Can I ask you a question?” She asked as she buttoned her shirt.
“What?”
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
“Lucifer.”
“He’s locked in a cage in the back room getting sprayed by holy
water every now and then being fed by rats. Why?”
“Why isn’t he dead?”
“I don’t know. He should be in pain, death is an easy way out,
plus I like torturing him. Do you want him dead?”
“How much has he suffered?”
“In my opinion not enough, but that’s what Hell is for.”
“There’s a Hell?”
“Oh yeah sure, where all the demons go to be punished for their
sins against humanity.”
“So he’ll suffer?”
“Oh for sure.”
“I want him dead and out of our home.”
“Do you want to watch?”
“Watch him die?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Oka-”
“I want to kill him.”
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She was dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt as she walked
beside Angelus down the hall. He took the key out of his hand and unlocked the
door. She saw him chained inside a small cage. He was pale and thin and his
eyes appeared bloodshot. He looked up but she wasn’t sure if he really knew
what he was looking at. There was a dead rat in the cage beside him. Four of
Angelus’ minions were in the room with stakes, just in case, she supposed.
“What should I do?” She asked quietly.
“Open the curtains or stake him, but personally I’d go with the
latter since I don’t want to die.”
“Where?”
“In the heart, but wherever else you want.”
“I want it over with. I’m ready to finish it.” He walked with
her to the cage and opened the door.
“Come on Lucifer! It’s time to go to Hell.” The man couldn’t
even fight. He fell in a heap on the floor at her feet. “Not so tough now, are
you? Not so quick with the insults.” She looked down at his vampiric features.
He was covered in bruises, burns and cuts. A couple fingers were missing and
some nails as well. Angelus handed her the stake. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She took it from him and leaned over. “I gave you three weeks of
my life but no more. You’re a worthless monster. You deserve worse but you’re
not even worth our time anymore.” She plunged the stake into his chest but
nothing happened. “Oops.”
“Didn’t get the heart, that’s okay, just keep staking him until
you get it.” She raised it to thrust into his chest once again but stopped.
“Kat?”
“No. How do we know Hell isn’t just one big party for demons?”
“What are you saying?”
“Can we just move him somewhere else and have him tortured
forever?”
“Whatever the lady wants, she gets. Looks like you just won an
extended stay at the Angelus house of pain.” He kicked him back into the cage
and walked out of the room with her. “We’ll move him tomorrow to a secure
place. I’ll set some of my favorite minions with him.”
“And they’ll hurt him like he hurt me?”
“You can be sure of it baby, forever.”
“Good.”
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16
A couple days and a few groping sessions later, Kathryn was
stretching out on the bed as Angelus applied the ointment to her remaining wounds.
“How do they look?”
“Good. I don’t know if they’ll scar, but if you want, we can
find a specialist and find out. They may have surgery or something that will
fix it.” Her remaining wounds included a large welt on her stomach, a gash on
her right arm and a similar gash on her left thigh.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, not yet anyway. Scars do give
someone character. I have a few others.”
“Where?”
She raised her knee and pointed out an inch long scar. “I fell
on a broken glass when I was four. I also have a small one above my eyebrow.”
He looked close and saw the little mark. “That’s from skating across the waxed
floor on my socks. I fell into the corner of the coffee table.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I got a couple stitches for that when I was six. Then I was
fourteen and was slicing an apple and sliced my thumb, see?” She had a scar on
her left thumb. “That was painful and needless to say I did not eat the apple.
I washed the apple off but couldn’t bring myself to eat it, course by then I
wasn’t hungry for an apple. Funny at the time I thought it was most blood I’d
ever see, guess that’s not the case now.”
“I’ve gotta do the cream now.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes and prepared herself for his touch.
It wasn’t that bad anymore, if she got passed the memories and thought about
something else. “So have you heard from Jess?” She tried to distract herself
from the intrusion.
“Not really but I’m sure she’s fine.”
“You said you took her to a friend?” She felt his finger probing
her passage.
“Yeah, my childe in fact. Two of my childer are together now and
she’s crazy, needs someone to take care of her. She got mad and killed her last
attendant, so I sent Jess. She likes Jess a lot, they’ve met before. I thought
it would be good to get Jess out and let her see some of the world.” He looked
her over and felt around while she wasn’t crying. The cuts were healing nicely.
She wasn’t wincing in pain at his touch, which was a good thing.
She knew the cream was done, he was feeling around, massaging
her from the inside and surprisingly it felt good. She spread her legs a little
more to give him more access. He slid his finger in further putting pressure on
her inner walls. She was further surprised when she felt her body shudder at
the thought of having his fingers inside her.
He was shocked when she spread her legs wider. He was stunned
when he felt her getting wet from his ministrations. He thought he would push
it a little and rubbed his thumb lightly over her clit and she moaned softly.
“Kat? Are you okay?” She nodded silently. “What do you want?” he thought he’d
let her call the shots.
“Your tongue.” She whimpered without thinking.
He leaned down and kissed her damp cleft before slipping his
tongue inside her labia. She moaned and arched into his touch. He lapped at her
clit and she groaned. He stopped to make sure she was okay and she wasn’t
crying, so he continued, delving his tongue deeper inside where his fingers
were.
She wanted him deeper. She ran her fingers through his brown
hair and pushed his face further into her. She felt his tongue licking the same
spots the cream had been massaged. She hoped it tasted good. She giggled at the
thought. He stopped. “What’s so funny?” He asked.
“Nothing, just... I’ll tell you later... please...”
“What?”
“Make me come. I need to come.” He thrust his tongue inside her
at a steady pace and softly caressed her clit with his fingers. He switched and
lapped at her clit while his fingers stroked in and out of her. He shifted and
grazed his fangs lightly over her clit and she arched into his face. He kissed
her clit as he would her mouth and she was coming within seconds.
It was a repeat of this over and over the rest of the night. She
orgasmed simply from his mouth so many times she lost count. He didn’t ask her
anything in return, simply gave. She fell asleep exhausted in his arms.
He held her there and when she was asleep, and quietly finished
himself off. He held her while she slept, smelling her sweet sex. He was sure
this was a step in the right direction and perhaps one day soon she’d be ready
to have him fully inside her, until then he’d wait for fate to turn for the
better.
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