SERIES : the Twisted Fate Series
PAIRING : Kathryn/Angelus
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Just the end of Cruel
Intentions.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own
these characters.
WARNINGS : Bloodplay and
killing.
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1
Things were completely fucked up. Two hundred and forty-seven
years and everything was completely fucked up. There was no other way to
describe it. He slipped the card into his lock and the door to his penthouse
opened. Another day was soon approaching and he was bored. Killing just wasn’t
as fun anymore. He missed the thrill of everything. He longed for the days when
he and Darla would attend parties and schmooze with the socialites before
eating them all. Those were the days, but his Sire was gone, killed by some
chit of a Slayer around the turn of the last century. It wasn’t her fault she
didn’t know the damn gypsy girl would turn out to be a Slayer. He’d watched in
horror as the girl stopped the innocent routine and turned around and fought.
The stake came out so fast that he couldn’t stop it. He watched in horror as
they bid their silent goodbyes, and in a split second, she was gone, dust in
the wind.
He had decided that night to let his two childer free of their
ties to him. They were around and every so often they’d run into each other.
They’d fuck a little for old times sake, and be on their way. It was nice,
knowing he had family out there. He missed his favored childe, his William.
William was making a name for himself and it was nice to hear the rumors of the
up and coming master named Spike. Angelus had thought of taking his childer
back, but it had been too long for that. He just needed something to keep his
mind occupied, so his hunt was on. He was sick of all those shitty one-night
stands with various demons and mortals and the occasional vampiress. He needed
a woman of substance.
THIS was the reason he would be attending the party tomorrow
night, a fabulous upper class gala, complete with a black-tie dinner and
dancing afterward. It was a place to start, nothing else was working. Females
of today were SO easy today, he wanted a challenge. A girl he could have, but
that would challenge him. In short, he needed someone like him.
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Five thousand measly dollars? How dare they! Her mother was a
whoring tramp who slept with as many men as she had plastic surgery and she
took HIS side? Was it HER fault Sebastian had fought some guy by the side of the
road? Damn him for that little journal, she should have burned it when she had
the chance. In the two years since Kathryn Valmont had been disowned by her
mother and stepfather, and cast out of her adored life, she still hadn’t gotten
over the incident. And the money was almost gone. Five thousand dollars and
that was it. No car, no trust fund, no credit card, no nothing.
She sat in the motel room staring up at the ceiling, no doubt
infested with termites. The lonely mornings gave her time to think. Too much
time. She had done many things in the past two years for money. She’d given a
senator a blowjob for a night in his hotel, and he had been rather old. She’d
fucked several young men for a few nights away from the motel and whatever cash
they had in their wallets and she’d almost gotten a job, but then thought
better of it. She was NOT destined to work in a fast food restaurant. She was a
smart and independent woman, and so if she kept her independence by fucking a
few guys, what was the big deal?
Still the one-night stands were wearing thin. She needed a
husband already, or at least a steady boyfriend, preferably one with means. She
needed a weekend at a spa, and a bath in a huge bathtub, and a servant, and a
man. Not that she was unable to take care of herself, but she needed a money
provider until she was able to get back into society. Things had been so good
until that bitch came along and fucked everything up. No sense worrying about
the past, she’d come to LA to start fresh. She knew one person from before, and
had made a couple friends.
The way Kathryn Valmont saw it she had one more chance. She
couldn’t waste her time on something that wasn’t going to pay off anymore. One
last chance. She’d said that all too often in the past two years. She was twenty-three.
She should have been married to some rich doctor by now, but instead she found
herself here in what appeared to be the Bates Motel. One more chance for
salvation. The party tomorrow night was a step in the right direction.
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2
He wasn’t really sure if he looked good, but he never really
looked bad, so what did it matter? The clothes were stuffy for him, he much
preferred his leather or jeans to a tux, but he needed this. He locked the door
behind him. He’d catch a quick supper on the way, so as not to be tempted by
the mangy mortals and wondrous necks that low-cut dresses accentuated. He
walked down the ally and caught the scent of perfume, Sex on the Beach, he knew
that fragrance. A daring scent, filled with longing, soon to be doused in dead.
He followed the clicks of her heels on the pavement as she walked. She stopped
and glanced back, then continued on her way.
He continued on, following her. He listened to her heartbeat;
she was nervous, but not afraid. He got ahead of her a little and growled
softly. She stopped and looked around, and continued. He walked out of the
shadows and cleared his throat. She stopped and whipped around to face him. She
was beautiful. She had long dark wavy hair, deliciously green eyes, a full
bosom and tasteful make-up. “What the hell do you want?” She asked coldly.
“Nothing. I’m just walking.” He said.
He was strange, different. He was gorgeous, but there was
something different about him, an air of menace if there was such a thing. It
kind of turned her on. He had wonderfully chocolate brown eyes and was slightly
pale, must not tan often. He was buff, she could tell. “You were following me
and I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me the hell alone.” She pivoted and walked
away.
Plans changed. They always do. She wasn’t dinner. She was a
potential investment. He caught up with her. “You really shouldn’t walk around
here unattended, lots of crazies walk around at night.”
“Yeah like vampires?” She said jokingly. “I’m sure Dracula is
just around the corner with Frankenstein and Freddie Kruger. The only crazy
around here is you and if you don’t leave me the fuck alone I’ll call the
cops.”
“Aren’t we little miss attitude?”
“LOOK,” she stopped and faced him, her eyes filled with anger,
“I’m not in the mood okay. Whatever you want, you won’t be getting from me. I’m
late as it is. So goodbye.” She kicked him in the groin and walked away. It
hurt. DAMN it hurt. She didn’t have a lot of force, but she had enough.
He followed her out of the ally and smiled when he saw where she
went. “Goodbye for now my love, but soon, we’ll meet again. Sooner than you
think.”
Asshole. Men were all assholes. Why she even wanted one, was
beyond her. She just wanted to solve the money issue. Blackmail was an idea
she’d tried, but it could work this time, she hoped. She flashed her invitation
at the door and walked in. It was a far cry from the Bates Motel. She missed
the luxury and wondrousness of glamour and money.
“Kathryn! I’m so glad you were able to make it.” Great, the
sniveling snotty tramp herself.
“Melanie! It’s nice to see you again. I simply could not turn
down the invite, could I?”
“How did you wind up in LA anyway?”
“My parents and I had a falling out.”
“I heard about Sebastian. I’m sorry.”
“It was two years ago, I’ve learned to deal.” ‘He’d dead, get
over it.’ Kathryn never did understand why everyone was so distraught over one
measly little death.
“Well, I’ve got some other guests to welcome. There are some new
faces, some nice looking faces too; you’ll just HAVE to meet our newest
benefactor, Angelus O’Connor. This will be his first appearance, he’s more of a
silent contributor.”
“Great.” A rich do-gooder. Just what she needed. This party was
a waste of time, her time, but it was caviar and wine. She’d forebear, at least
for a couple hours. She walked over to the bar and sat down. “Martini, very
dry, three olives.”
“Vodka on the rocks.” He smiled. ‘Let the games begin.’ “So are
you skulking, hiding or running? Or are they all the same thing to you?”
“Are you talking to me?” She asked as she turned and met his
eyes. “GOD! Are you following me? I’ll call security.”
“OH! Kathryn, I’m so glad you met him!” Melanie ran over to her.
“Angelus O’Connor, this is Kathryn Valmont. Kathryn, THIS is Angelus.”
“Honored to meet you.” He said taking her hand and kissing it.
“Likewise, I’m sure.” His lips were cold on her hand, his hand
was cool. Odd.
“Dinner will be served in an hour. I’ve got to go mingle, but I’ll
come back.” Melanie walked away with a dopey grin on her face. If she weren’t
the only one who would talk to her, she’d be long forgotten.
“So, Kathryn Valmont, why is it you walk in dark ally’s by
yourself?” He flashed her a crooked smile, which was certainly charming, for a
do-gooder, charitable type. Definitely not the type she could get any dirt on.
She missed playing the game. She started scanning the room for potential
prospects. “Looking for someone specific?”
She faced him. “Do you see my face? It says ‘I’m not interested’
so why don’t you go find some fairy princess to spend all your hard earned
money on and leave me the fuck alone.” She took her drink and walked off. This
was going to be fun indeed. He smiled and granted her a reprieve.
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3
Dinner was good. Who was she kidding? It was excellent. It was
served. It was a seven-course feast. Still she played the perfect dainty
princess, secretly wanting to eat everything in sight. She was so hungry.
Dinner ended with small truffles. The only bad thing about dinner, besides
Melanie’s insistent chatter about Manhattan and all things East Coast, was the
looks from the do-gooder. Melanie had sat him across the table from her and
he’d done nothing but stare at her the whole night. She was used to be stared
at, envied even, but studied? He was studying her, too carefully to be simple
curiosity. She wanted to get out of the party before he asked her to dance.
She walked out on the balcony for a few minutes, it was too
stuffy in there. The LA glamour class was a far cry from the Manhattan
debutants and business titans. She missed it, but she was unwelcome in those
parties and circles now. She had to make her own circle; she just needed a way
in. There had been some promising candidates at the party, but yet again,
Melanie had mainly rich single men. There was truly no blackmailing
information, than a torrid love affair with a younger woman. And she certainly
couldn’t pretend to be Miss. Suzy Sunshine again. The next boyfriend would see
the real her. She was sick of being phony.
She was standing there at the balcony, her hair blowing in the
light breeze. He took a rose from a vase and ran it down her neck. “So tell me
why a Manhattan debutant would be standing out here alone instead of charming
the pants off of some young rich fellow in there.”
He startled her. “Maybe that’s not good enough anymore.”
“What’s not good enough?” She turned around and looked at him,
REALLY looked at him for the first time.
“Some young rich thing that thinks he’s the best thing since
sliced bread. Some boy who wouldn’t even know what to do with a real woman if
she was riding him at a gallop.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her and his eyes twinkled. It was cute.
“How do you know all of them are boys?”
“Because my skirt is barely covering my cunt and not one of them
bothered to cop a feel, which means one of two things. Either they’re gay or
virgins and in any event, I’m beyond that.”
“And yet when I tried to ‘cop a feel’ I got kneed in the dick.”
She tossed her head back and laughed seductively. She was toxic. She was it,
the challenge, the craving he’d been having. He wanted to possess her. She
turned and started walking away when he grabbed her arm. “Don’t go. Dance with
me, please?” Angelus the Scourge of Europe was begging a mortal?
“Sorry pal, I don’t fuck losers.”
“Who said anything about fucking? I said a dance. And how do you
know I’m a loser?”
“What kind of man gives money away to fags?”
“Donating money to AIDS research is not exactly giving money
away to ‘fags.’ Perhaps you should get your information straight before jumping
to conclusions.”
“So how much money you give to them? Huh? A million? Two?”
“Five.” She swallowed and had to remind herself to breathe.
“Why on Earth would you do that?”
“It’s a blood borne disease that infects more people than we
know. It’s dangerous, a plague on society.”
“And homeless people aren’t? Or cancer? Or hungry children?”
“You are a just a walking paradox.”
“How so?”
“You’re so cold and cruel, but you ask me why I don’t give money
to starving children?”
“Yeah well, I’ve had one too many martini’s. I’m going home.”
“Don’t. Stay here and talk with me.”
“Just deal with it. I’m not interested. I wasn’t before and I’m
not now. Don’t follow me, don’t come over, don’t call, don’t attempt to talk to
me and if you see me walking down the street at noon, walk on the other side.”
‘That wouldn’t be a problem.’
“Have dinner with me tomorrow night.” He was pathetic.
“Read my lips, NO.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got a date, now leave me alone.” She ripped her arm away
from his and he caught her waist and crushed his body onto hers prying her
mouth open before slipping his tongue inside. She pushed him away quickly. She
slapped him and it took every ounce of willpower not to let the demon surface.
“Leave me alone.” She spun around quickly and left.
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4
The day was spent fucking the hell out of his maid. He’d been
shot down. Only a girl bold enough to do that was worthy. He wanted her. He
would have her. When he’d finished with Jessica, he left her on the bed begging
to come, but he wasn’t feeling generous. “GO.” He growled and she got up and
picked up her clothes. “NO. I didn’t say get dressed you bitch.” As he hit her,
his human mask slipped away and she looked back in yellow eyes, before quickly
shifting back. “WHAT DID I SAY?” He screamed.
“I’m sorry Master Angelus.”
“You’re going to be.” He glanced at the clock. He had two hours
before he had to get ready. He smiled at her and picked her up by the hair. He
opened the drawer of his nightstand.
“No, please Master... please... I’m sorry.”
“Too late whore. I’m your Master.” He handcuffed her to the bed and
got the holy water spray bottle out. The afternoon would be fun.
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She wanted a fuck. She needed a fuck. She had a twenty in her
purse. She was going to the club, it was the only time she could relax and be
herself. Maybe she’d see her other friend in LA, Cassy. She’d met Cassy at the
club, Cassy reminded her of herself, only a year younger. She was showering and
thinking about the kiss that wasn’t. He was cold, she wondered if all of him
was cold. She got dressed and ran out the door as the sun was setting.
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He grabbed the necklace and put it on. He loved going out in HIS
clothes, not the tux, but his black leather pants and silk shirts. He loved the
clothes of today! He glanced at Jessica, still handcuffed to the bed, still
begging to come. She hadn’t all day, though he had numerous times. He loved
being a Master Vampire. But still, her offense hadn’t been that great, he had
been upset over Kathryn. And it was highly possible he’d bring a mortal home
for a quick fuck and feed. He walked over to her and she was shaking in fear.
“Do you like our games Jess?” She nodded. “Are you ever going to
do something you’re not told to?”
“No Master.”
“How badly do you want to?”
“Oh Master, it feels like my insides are on fire. Like I’m just
going to burst into flames, please, I beg you for mercy.” On the average, he
was not a demon of mercy. He wanted to be mean and deny her, but he couldn’t.
He had a soft spot for her sad puppy dog eyes. He nodded and uncuffed her. He
grabbed his duster and she laid there, not touching herself.
“I’m glad you learned your lesson. Go ahead, I’m leaving.”
“Master?”
“What?” He grumbled.
“Please Master... please it hurts.” He wanted to leave her to
herself, but she’d put up with a lot earlier. He walked over to her and allowed
her three orgasms before leaving.
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