AUTHORS: dru as Angelus & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Angelus/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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As far as
hotels go, this isn't bad. Nice actually, considering that the lady I killed
for the room only had twenty dollars in her wallet at the time. Bitch.
I look
out over the city. Atlanta, Georgia. Why Darla even *wants* to be here, I'll
never know.
I mean,
she's my sire. And I crave her, like any vampire does his or her sire. But
Atlanta? I seriously think her old age is getting to her. Maybe it was that
four hundred year stint in Hell that did it. Because, really, what the hell
good is *Atlanta* to a vampire? New York I can see. Miami, sure. Boston, yes.
Reno. Chicago even. But Atlanta???
Whatever.
I called and let her know I was back, seeing as how she feels me inside anyway,
when I'm around. I really didn't need her barging in here, did I? No. I told
her I had a project going. She didn't press the issue, so I assume it's fine,
as long as I'm here.
I turn
and look at him. I can't help my lip from curling up in a smile, when I think
about it. If only Buff could see what became of her little runt. Well, he'll be
a runt no more, that's for sure.
And if my
senses are accurate, he'll be waking up tonight. Soon.
I can't
wait.
Okay, it's
always fun to wake up and not remember going to sleep. I'm in a bed, I can tell
that much without opening my eyes. Still in my clothes. And I must have been
asleep for way too long, because I'm really hungry.
But
I'll never figure any of this out unless I open my eyes and check out the
situation. So I open my eyes. It's a hotel room. The window curtain is drawn,
but I don't see any daylight around the edges. And I suddenly sense that I'm
not the only one in the room.
I soon
see him. Angelus. Oh.
Now I
remember everything. The plane, the touching, the kissing, the biting. The
turning.
I'm a
vampire. And he... he's...
...just
standing there looking at me, actually. But I don't want him standing over
*there*. I have this unexplainable need for him to be over *here*. It's weird,
considering the fact that he killed me.
But he
didn't just kill me. He *chose* me. I don't understand it, but he did. He's
my... "Sire..." The word comes to me partially as the result of years
of demon research, and partially as the result of something more instinctive.
The first
thoughts can be confusing. Recollection. Realizing the change. And finally,
"Sire..." escapes from his lips.
Recognition.
Before,
when vampires made others, there was a bond. Darla thinks it's lost on younger
vampires. I tend to agree with her, in general, but we older types remember. If
done right and properly, a childe can truly be made, and not a minion.
I just
stare at him as he comes into his senses. I can feel him moving away from the
humanity that once plagued him. It's an adjustment that is usually cured after
the first feed. Unlike my turning, which Darla didn't really handle properly, a
childe should first drink from its sire's veins.
However,
Darla wanted a mate, not a childe, hence the difference. But I already have a
mate, and now I'll have a... "Childe," I say in recognition.
Good.
Now that we've got that established... I sit up and realize I don't have *all*
my clothes on. Just my jeans. Oh, well. It's not like he hasn't seen everything
already.
And the
hunger hits me again. I need blood. But that doesn't bother me. Of course it
wouldn't; I'm not Xander anymore. At least not the Xander that fought with the
slayer for years. And I'm suddenly really sorry she died, because now she'll
never know. The look on her face really would have been priceless.
I think
I'll give Giles a call. Or maybe talk Angelus into taking me for a visit. I
can't help smiling as I think of how Giles will react. Oh yeah, I'm pretty much conscience free here. And I see
now, how being a vampire can be a whole lot of fun.
Angelus
gives me a questioning look, in response to the smile on my face. "Just
recognizing the irony in this," I say. "From slayerette to
vampire." I get to my feet and then it occurs to me that there aren't any
lamps on in the room. I can see in the dark. That's pretty handy.
I
wonder what other things I can do, now? I guess I'll find out. Right now I
need... blood. And that reminds me. I walk over to him, because if he won't
come to me, I'll go to him. I *need* to be closer to him. "Sire, I'm
hungry."
There's
something incredibly beautiful about a newly risen vampire. There's this
deep-seeded curiosity and innocence, as he discovers his new abilities and
surveys his environment. And I *made*
him. *I* made him.
He looks
to me with his brown eyes, as he's not yet shifted. And usually, newly-risen
ones find it hard to shift between human and vampire visage. It is an art to be
able to control it. Darla was always impressed with my control.
I refuse
to walk over to him, though I do sense his need. From the very beginning, a
childe, fledgling or minion *must* learn who they dominate and who dominates
them. But I can feel his blood screaming for his sire. He can feel it too,
although he doesn't quite understand it. He knows he wants to be close to me,
but he'll *feel* it once he's got me in his veins again.
He walks
over. "Sire, I'm hungry," he says.
But
still, he needs to learn his place. I say nothing as I stand there looking at
him. It's all part of the lesson.
Okay, I
remember *Angel* being this stoic, but I never saw Angelus like this. And I
don't know what he's waiting for. He obviously wants something.
"Please?" I offer, hoping I'm getting warmer.
Almost
but not quite. I remain silent.
Apparently
not. And being this close to him, the feeling of just wanting to touch him, or
feel him touching me, it's stronger. But for all I know, I'm not supposed to initiate
that kind of contact. So I don't. Even though my hands itch to ... No. It would
not be of the good to make him mad.
I look
up at him again. "Sire, please..." I trail off, because I don't know
what else to say or do.
Simple
lesson, but one that's often forgotten.
Its
purpose? To reinforce who I am and that he depends solely on me for comfort,
nourishment. Also to remind him that I own him, now.
But since
that's clear, I close the foot gap between us and crush his waist to mine,
before claiming his lips in a brutally punishing kiss. I bite his lips before
thrusting my tongue into his mouth, sealing my ownership of him.
I
whimper in response to his passion. I can't help it. Because-- Oh, holy shit.
That's what I was needing. Well, not exactly that, but it's a good start. I
suck on his tongue eagerly, as I wrap my arms around his waist, needing to be
even closer. And my cock is so hard already, it hurts.
The
reason why so many younger vampires cause so much trouble? Because they're
missing the bond of a sire. It's an incredibly completing and fulfilling
feeling when it's present. And I plan to give him that, because it ensures
complete loyalty, as well.
I can
feel his cock pulsing through his pants, and also I feel his desire in my
bones. *I'd* forgotten how incredible bond with a childe was. I miss Will. He
and I enjoyed a very close bond. I wonder how he'd feel about a brother...
I pull
away hastily, leaving him wanting. First rule of being a sire: always leave a
childe wanting, to ensure their return.
Mating is
essentially when sire and childe drink simultaneously of each other for their
first sharing of blood. But for attaining the sire/childe bond, the sire drinks
first, followed by the childe. Separately but of the same blood.
And it's
time. "Mine," I growl as my fangs pierce his neck viciously.
OH fuck
me! I grip his shoulders as my knees go weak. I groan, "Gods, yes.
Yours." And I want to drink from him too, but something inside me tells me
not to. And I can't believe I'm so close to coming, already.
Good boy.
He knows. Instinctively, he knows a lot. In time, he'll learn to open the
connection even further, between us. He'll learn to read what his blood tells
him. It's all in the blood. It's not just our source of food, it's our livelihood.
It's our soul.
I chuckle
inside at *that*. Soul! HA! *So* glad I'm over *that* stage of my life. That
was pitiful!
I feel
his knees buckle and I hold him up as I tear his veins even more. I can taste
myself in him. He's part of me, and it's a struggle not to take too much and
make him *too* weak. I slow the amount I take from him, as I reach down and
squeeze his cock a few times through his jeans. And then I tear away and leave
him wanting.
I look
at him in disbelief. It felt so *right*, when I was pressed up against him, and
I wanted more. And then ... I don't understand. Why did he pull away?! What did
I do?
I take
a step closer but freeze when he growls. I think that was a 'stop.' Okay.
"Sire, please, I need..."
What?
Blood Him? *His* blood?
I think
the answer is: all of the above.
Rule
number three: a childe is not to drink from his sire's neck until he's at least
one year in age.
But that
doesn't stop me from holding my wrist to his lips. "Drink." A simple
instruction, and have I mentioned how incredibly fucking hard I am? It's been
so damn long since I've had to remember all these rules, but they've come
flooding back. Instinct. Like I said before, it's all in the blood.
"Drink,"
I repeat, and watch as his beautiful human disappears for his more gorgeous one
to take its place.
The
thought of drinking from him makes my face shift. I run my tongue over my fangs
and look up at him again. Just to make sure. He nods and I take his hand in one
of mine. I slide my fangs into his wrist, carefully.
And
oh.... shit. His blood. I can taste the power in it, and it's the best fucking
thing I've ever tasted. I suck at the wound greedily, wanting as much as I can
get. I moan as I feel my cock throbbing with need.
I can
feel him now, inside me. And it increases the need for *him*. I raise my eyes
to look at him and the lust I see in his expression makes me whimper. God, I
don't know what I want more. To drink his blood, or to feel his hands and lips
and to touch and lick and SHIT. Mental images all not helping how horny I am.
Fuck.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of your childe taking your blood into
his veins, is there?
He draws
another mouthful and I pull my wrist away. The bond is almost complete. It will
be a hundred percent complete once I've taken him.
Rule
number four is where I got screwed with William. A sire is not to be overly
affectionate with a childe in the first year of that childe's life. But I throw
that rule out the window, more or less. What's the fun in that? Darla's childer
all hate her because of her disdain, and I don't want hatred!
So I pull
him into my arms and hold him as I start to purr. The vibrations just make me
harder, and they do likewise to him. "My childe. My Xander," I say before
releasing him. "You need a fresh kill to purify yourself and sharpen the
senses. Get dressed."
Oh god.
He's not serious, is he? I open my mouth to argue but he must see that on my
face, because he raises an eyebrow, as if to say, 'Do you really want to make
me mad?' And the answer to that would be a resounding HELL, NO.
I sigh
and look around, surprised to find my suitcases sitting on a chair nearby. I
don't even know how he knew which ones were mine... But he must have his ways.
Hopefully he'll teach me a few of them. I walk over to my suitcase and open it.
He heads
over to his suitcases, but I walk over. I grab one of the belt hooks of his
jeans. "You are not that boy anymore," I explain, as I point towards
the dresser where I've laid out more appropriate clothes for him. I mean, he
does *know* I like leather, doesn't he?
I walk
over to the dresser. Black leather pants, a dark blue silk shirt and docs. I
look up and notice the mirror. But oh that's so weird. I'm not there. But I
look down at myself and of course I am. But then I look up again and I'm not.
Okay,
stop. You're a vampire; you don't have a reflection. Get over it.
Yeah,
right. Okay, time to get changed. I look over at Angelus and he seems to be
very interested in watching me. I guess it would be silly and pointless for me
to ask him to turn around.
I turn
back and unfasten my jeans, pushing them down and off my legs. I'm leaving my
boxers on, because I have a feeling that leather would be painful on my
erection. The pants look tight... and I'm surprised, why? I pull them on and
yeah. They're tight. But not too tight. I'll survive. I pull the shirt on and
button it. And I can't help it. I look in the mirror again. Damn. How does a
vampire know when he looks okay, if he can't see his reflection? How does
Angelus always manage to look so sexy?
I
guess, on the other hand, that can be my defense now. If I look like an idiot,
I'll never know it. Unless someone lets me know. And then I'll just kill him if
he's a human. Hey, I can see how this would be a useful thing, this lack of a
soul.
He's checking
himself out in the mirror. Or at least *trying* to. It *is* rather disorienting
at first, but he'll adjust and *shit* he looks good. I knew he would when I
picked the clothes out, but seeing him... is another story.
I
approach the bed as he sits to tie his laces. I feel his body respond to my
closeness. I can feel his blood, and it's so great to have something living
like this in my veins again. It's been a while. Darla gives me the feeling, but
I'm so used to it, it's not new. It's not this.
I stand
in front of him and lift his chin so he can look at me. I slide my hands down
his neck to his collar and unbutton the top three buttons. "Leave them
like this," I tell him. "I wanna see your skin."
Shit.
His fingers feel like fire on my skin. I can feel this pull inside me, stronger
now, to be close to him. I think it's because I just fed from him.
"Okay," I say as I stand. We stand like that for a moment, only
inches apart. He's just looking at me and I'm actually hoping he'll decide we don't
really need to feed.
But no,
I know I do need that. The taste of his blood, it just made me want more.
"Um... ready?" I say hesitantly.
I smile
and slip one hand inside his shirt, which is now partially opened, and rub his
nipple with my index and middle fingers.
"Yeah,
I'm ready," I tell him. "Let's go." Then, I hold my hand out to
him so we can leave.
God,
he's trying to kill me. Oh wait. Been there, done that.
I'm a
little surprised, when he offers his hand. I've never seen this not-so-cruel
side to him. I'll have to remember to keep the sarcasm to a minimum so I don't
ruin his good mood. I take his hand, and it feels right. Something inside me
needs this physical contact with him.
He
leads me outside, and it occurs to me that I don't even have a clue where we
are. "Are we still in Atlanta?" I ask.
"Yes,"
I reply. "Unfortunately this is where Darla wants to live at the moment.
So we're here." And I really cannot give much more of an explanation
except that Darla is my mate and I go where she goes. But that's not really his
business. Not now, anyway.
"Oh."
I didn't know he was back with her. I didn't know she was alive. Didn't Angel
stake her?
But I
guess if he came back from Hell, she could too.
"Are
we... you going to her?" I ask, as we walk down the street. I try not to
sound worried, but I am. The old self-esteem issues hit me suddenly. He
probably *will* go to her soon. And why would he take me? For all I know, this
was just a little fun for him and he'll leave me to fend for myself. And how
could I possibly survive when I don't really know how to take care of myself?
"No,"
I say as I spot a group of lovely young ladies walking down the street.
Perfect. He should be pretty starved. "I told her I was back in town and I
had something else going. She's otherwise engaged anyway."
"Oh."
I don't have any more time to wonder what'll happen afterward, because I see
the prey he's chosen as he pulls me along faster. Three girls, and I can hear
their heartbeats from here. I can even hear what they're saying, if I
concentrate. And I'm so hungry.
We get
close, within hearing range and whisper into his ear, "Inhale deeply,
Xand. *Virgins*."
Oh.
That's interesting. And I can smell them; their scents are slightly different,
but I can smell something similar in all of them, too. And I'll just take his
word for it that the virgin thing is the similarity.
My face
shifts and I try to fight it back. Shit. If they see me like this... Leave it
to me, to ruin everything.
I stop
and try to concentrate. I can feel it, changing back. But then the demon comes
forward again. I look up at Angelus, hoping for a little help and not a
beating.
That
helpless look on a vampire's face is absolutely priceless. I stifle a laugh so
as not to alarm our meal.
Of course
the girls hear me, so I grab Xander and pull him toward me. I pull his face
into my chest so they don't see the demon. They giggle; it's probably the first
run in with 'homos' these girls have had. And it *will* be their last.
"Shh..."
I say and slip my wrist in front of his mouth. "Just a little," I
tell him. He's having trouble, mainly because it's his first feed. He's hungry
and when you're a vampire starved, even with sire's blood, it's hard to keep
yourself in check.
I don't
have to be told twice. Because I *am* so fucking hungry. I sink my fangs into
his wrist and moan at the taste. And I thought I was hard before. Shit.
He
pulls his wrist away too soon, but I don't protest. It's easier now, to push the
demon back. I look up at him. "Thanks," I whisper.
"That's
what sires are for," I say, before kissing his forehead. "Now, let's
go get you fed. The quicker you've fed, the sooner we can get to where we're
going."
"Where
we're going?" I question.
"Yes,
the place to which we are heading," I answer and wink at him. "They
went that way." I point toward an alley. Stupid, stupid girls. Will anyone
*ever* pay attention to horror movies? It doesn't take a genius!
"Next
to sire's blood and slayer's blood, virgins are about the *it*, if you're
looking for purity."
I
follow him as we track the humans. I guess they thought they'd take a short
cut. Lucky us.
Finally,
we see them. They're about twenty feet away, but we're closing in on them. As
we get closer, I look to him for a hint as to what the plan is.
This is
the part about being the sire that I find most difficult.
As a
sire, you want to just jump in and do it. Snap some necks and make sure your
childe gets his belly full. But as a vampire, you *know* he must learn on his
own.
Three
against one isn't that bad, considering that they're sixteen year olds. And as
we get closer, I realize they've gotten themselves into a corner. Dead end.
That's much better. As he continues walking, I decide to hang back and offer
assistance when and if needed, otherwise, I'll just watch my new boy. I mean,
he must have learned *something* while following the slayer around all those
years.
Time to
put it to the test.
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