“Well…a job well done. Why don’t you two go find something young and fresh to eat? But make sure you’re back in time for these two to wake up. I don’t want them to think we’ve abandoned them.” Angelus suggested but his tone indicated more of a command.
Both vampires smiled to each other at the thought of a kill and darted up the stairs to be on their merry way.
Angelus then walked over to the bodies and crouched down low enough to caress the warm skin of his ex-lover. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than to see her glowing skin turned to a chopping block.
Then there was Wesley. He might actually turn out to useful, perhaps he should be turned. All the knowledge in his sack of a brain might be worth something.
Angelus then got up and jauntily walked back into his drawing room. Things were coming along nicely. Now that the wretched slayer and Wesley were incapacitated, there was no one left to bother with him or Cordelia.
His thoughts travelled to Cordelia and it stirred something deep inside him to know that she was upstairs manacled to his bed with nothing to do but wait for him. A satisfied smirk played upon his face as he decided to check in on his princess. There were so many things to he wanted to do to her and now at last, he had all the time in the world. He was aware that Cordelia would be a tad hesitant but he had his insurance. Angelus knew that she couldn’t care less about the slayer but Wesley…he was the one she would yearn to save and protect.
A firm distaste settled within him as he thought of Cordelia being so attached to the lanky bookworm. However, it didn’t bother him too much…he would find a way to rid Cordelia of everything but her need for him.
This wasn’t a game anymore. It was about pure unadulterated territorial obsession. She was his. For so long, Angelus had nothing. He was tied up in a dank corner in Angel’s pathetic mind, tucked away from anything. Now…he could have everything. Angel was gone.
He was going to take what was his and there would be nothing to stop him.
Though he tried to tell himself that Cordelia was only one facet to his new obsession, something deep inside made him want more than just her body. He wanted everything she had. Body, soul, mind…and oddly enough, her heart…but there was no way that he’d admit that to himself.
As he made his way back to Cordy, Angelus pushed away all thoughts that didn’t involve him and his captive getting fleshy. Hey…it had been a long time since he’d tasted freedom…deep, philosophical thinking wasn’t exactly high on the list of priorities.
Cordelia twisted and turned in every which way possible in hopes of freeing herself from the chains that bound her to Angelus’ bed. However, no matter how hard she tugged it got her nowhere. Now she was exhausted and yet still brimming with enough anger and frustration to burn Angelus’ mansion down. Now there was a thought…
“I hope it’s me you’re thinking of.” Angelus murmured as he bent down Cordelia’s eye level.
“You really wanna know?” she asked with a deliberate calm.
“Perhaps not but I’ll take my chances.” he smirked. He guessed her thoughts were racing through escape options.
“I was just thinking of how I’d like to burn this god forsaken mansion down…with you in it, by the way.” she stated with an easiness that seemed to bother Angelus in a way that was foreign to him.
Suddenly, he swooped his palm down hard over her cheek and it immediately turned a crimson colour, “Too bad that’s never gonna happen. You’re going to love this place, Cordy.”
“Pfft…yeah right…I’ll love it as much as I loved my first apartment in L.A.” she muttered trying to focus on anything but the trail his palm was leaving against her skin. She thought vampires were supposed to be cold…why was he able to make her feel so warm. Ahem…warm with disgust, that is.
“Could you stop it?” she frowned up at Angelus’ face that now loomed over hers.
Angelus just couldn’t stop himself…he was never one for restraint, “Stop what, exactly?” he asked as he straddled her waist.
Cordelia sucked in a breath as she felt Angelus’ weight on hers, “Stop touching me. It’s making me want to vomit…” she quipped.
“Hmm…maybe there’s something that I can do about that.” he distractedly offered as his fingers walked their way across her collar bones and meeting at the clasps that were holding her shirt together.
One by one, each was undone and exposing a part of Cordelia that neither Angelus nor Angel had ever been privy to.
Cordelia squirmed and angrily shouted obscenities in order to distract Angelus from his task but nothing worked. He seemed to be too damned focused on taking off her clothes. This was not the way she wanted this to go and it scared her. She didn’t want this at all.
“An..Angelus stop! Please, stop!” she cried out thinking that somewhere inside of him was Angel and he would hear her cries and save her like he did so many times before.
Angelus’ eyes flickered up to meet hers. He saw the tears glistening the rims of her eyes and within the depths of the fear…he saw hope. It angered him. She thought she was going to stop him because she said so. That wasn’t how it was going to be.
