| Title: If You Wrong Us... Author: Super Angelus! Rating: NC-17 Email: silentshadow99@hotmail.com Content: W/Aus??? C/A-(us) Summary: Angel-us sets out for some payback on Wesley. Spoilers: Takes place after Forgiving and mixes a little of DoN. Read it you'll figure it out. Disclaimer: Joss is my bitch! Okay, but that stilll doesnt mean I own his creations. Distribution: Any place you want, just ask first! Notes: I wrote this on a whim while listening to the following music Marilyn Manson - White Coma Black {Omega remix} Fear Factory - Invisible Wounds Typo O Negetive - Cinnamon Girl {Depression Mix} Angel sat in his room, his life filled with hopelessness and despair. He didn't know how long he had been staring at the crib but his legs were beginning to feel numb. The darkness was consuming him again, he could feel it. He could feel it work its way into his heart surround him and crush the human feelings he had. When those orderlies pulled him off of Wesley, apart of him wanted them to. He could have easily killed them if he wanted to, just to go back and continue to smother the life out of his used to be best friend. Someone he counted on. And now someone who stole his child away from him. He decided it was time for revenge. To make Wesley pay for what he had done to him. For taking all of his hopes and dreams away. He waited near his apartment, for days now. He hadn't contacted Gunn or Fred to tell them where he was. It would be awhile before he got out of the Hospital, but he would wait as long as it took. -- And the day finally came. He heard him trudging up the metal stairs. Angel knew it was him, he could smell him as soon as he entered the building. He waited one floor above his for forever it felt like. He was gald he was finally here, his thoughts were beginning to betray him. To make him listen to reason. He didnt want to listen to reason. He wanted to hurt him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with Doximal. The drug that had once found its way into a glass of champagne and made him, temporarily, his alter-ego. He twisted the cap off and dumped several into his hand and looked at them. "For my son..." he said, dumping the pills into his mouth and gulping them down. It wouldn't be long now. -- Wesley entered his apartment and carelessly dropped his things onto the floor. It felt empty and hollow now, and it wasn't the same before only weeks ago. Weeks ago he had friends and family. Now all he had was the memory of Angel threatening to kill him replaying over and over in his mind. The pillow jamming into his face as he realized his lungs werent powerful enough to breathe through it. He went over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and a shot glass. He had been dying for a drink since the hospital. His throat felt a little dry... His faith in humanity was absolutely destroyed. Even if he could go back to work with Angel he wasn't sure if he ever would. That bum who robbed him and left him to die in the park, that changed it for him. That changed his outlook on how he viewed mankind. Greedy, savage people who only cared about one thing. Money. He looked at his shot glass and then looked at the bottle. He tossed the glass over his shoulder and twisted the bottle open and guzzled the liquid into him. It was hot and harsh on his throat but it didn't make him complain. It only made him want more. He had the bottle in his mouth when suddenly he heard three solitary knocks on his door. He set the bottle on his table and went over to see who it was. It was Angel. "Its you," Wesley said, emotionless. "Yeah Wes, how are you?" Angel grinned. "I'm doing as well as can be expected. If I recall correctly you tried to smother me to death." "Thats correct, your good - hehe - your very good." Wesley wondered why he was giggling and fidgeting around. "Is there something you wanted?" "Gosh Wes, I just wanted to come inside, talk this out man to man. Can we do that? I swear I wont try to kill you again," he ended with a chuckle. "Alright. Come in," Wesley moved to the side. Angel's face shifted into the vampire. "Thanks," he immediately grabbed Wesley by the neck and picked him up off his feet, suspending him in the air. "Hey what do you know, I lied," Angel grinned watching Wesley struggle in his grip. "W-What are you doing?" Angel slammed him against the wall causing the entire apartment to shake. "Its a game Wesley! You want to know what the game is?" Wesley didnt respond. Angel kissed him on his cheek and whispered into his ear. "If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" "A-Angel p-please," he choaked out. Angel let him fall to the floor, taking a step back. "God, your so pathetic you know that? I mean if you wanted to get back at me for something I did, say shoot me, stab me I dunno I might have been able to forgive that. But you just cant expect me to forgive you after taking my son away from me!" "Angel," Wesley coughed slowly getting to his feet. "You don't understand, I thought you were going to -" "You thought what?!? Eat my baby, well now that I think about it. I'm kinda hungry right now and I think I actually could eat him." "Whats wrong with you," Wesley said inching away from him slowly. "Whats wrong with me? I'm feelin great Wes! Hey check it out," he pulled out the bottle of Doximal and held it up for him too see. "Oh my god," Wesley uttered. "He's not here! Say I took about ohhh, six or seven of these... you think thats a little too much?" Wesley tried to make a run for his weapons, but Angelus grabbed and threw him against his bookshelf. It toppled over on top of him. "Ah-ah," he sung, stalking closer to him. "No leaving now, the fun is just getting started," he lifted the bookshelf and tossed it aside. Angelus pulled out some rope from his pocket. He grabbed the injured man by the collar and sat him down in a chair, proceeding to wrap the rope around him. He could smell the fear coming off of Wesley. How it bombarded all of his senses and made his blackend heart scream out in joy. After he had finished tieing him up he kneeled in front of him and pulled out a long needle from the inside of his coat, holding it up to Wesley's face. "See this? This is going to be the toy, that is, until I go through your kitchen drawers," Angelus snickered. "Angel, listen to me. My only intent was to keep Connor safe. I was doing what was best for you." "What was best for me... you know what's best for me? Watching you squeal like a pig," Angelus jammed the needle into Wesley's eye and he cried out in pain. Angelus closed his eyes and savored his scream like it was a brilliant orchestra being played. His body swayed back and forth as he twisted the needle in his eye causing white puss mixed with blood to trickle out. "Thats just the beginning of our beautiful new relationship Wesley. And I've got lots of time to grieve and to brood later over what I'm doing to you now." Angelus pulled the needle from his eye, and Wesley's cries went to sniveling. Wesley's right eye was blurry and it burned when he moved it. He knew he was going to die tonight. Angel had overdosed on Doximal, and there was no one there to help save him this time. "Now we've done sharp, what were the rest? Hot, Cold--" "Sharp, loud and blunt," Wesley filled in. "I know, I've played this game before." "Really now? Who had the pleasure?" Angel got stood up and leaned close to him. "Faith." "Faith! Oh yeah! Now theres a woman! Beautiful, psychotic. A good fuck. Until brood boy went and saved her. You know I tought her the basic five right?" Wesley couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You - had sex with Faith?" "Of course. Remember that time, back in good old Sunnydale when I pretended to be, well, me!" "I remember." "I took advantage of the situation, had to play the part. If I didnt fuck her, well she would have known it wasnt me. And I also remember Buffy was getting on my nerves, like always, and I just needed someone without all the issues! You know what I mean?" "No not really. Part of having a relationship is learning to understand those issues. Angel understands that." Angelus backed away and turned his back to him. "Nah, not with Buff, she was neurotic you know. Oh I tried to understand but I always knew she was a headcase. And I think it was because I was such a big pussy, I needed that. I needed her to lean on me, to come to me with her problems... make me feel -" "Human?" Angelus faced him again, grinning. "I hate that feeling. You know what its like?" He got real close again, watching how Wesley crindged and turned away. "It's like wet mud, soaking and sticking to your skin, it itches so bad but you cant get it off. You want it off and you'll do anything to do it." Wesley licked the blood that trickled onto his lip from his eye wound, grinning as he did it. "Kill for example?" "Now your learning. And you know what Wes? You made me feel human for awhile there, guess I'm going to have to kill you." "What about the others? Are you just going to let them live as well?" "Hmm," Angelus contemplated it for a minute. "Now that I think about it, its a possibility. After all Fred is an annoying talking stick. Gunn is just an asshole, but I may go easy on him. He hasnt exactly treated me as good as the rest of you. And as for Cordy, I'll decide later." "You love Cordy don't you." "Shut up." "Thats why your having trouble deciding. I bet your going to turn her." "Okay enough talk, back to game time," Angelus picked him up and took him into his bathroom, setting him down next to the tub. "Well I bet this is something, Faith didn't show you," Angelus snickered. "Why wont you answer me, you love her don't you? She makes you feel more human than anyone ever has, why arent you going to kill her too?" Angelus ignored his question, instead turning on the water in the tub. "Faith didn't show you wet did she?" "When Cordelia finds out what you've done do you think she will be able to return your feelings?" "SHUT UP!" Angelus shouted, getting enraged. "All this talk about love and feelings, its making me sick!" Wesley smirked, showing no fear. "I see. Well if thats the way you feel, continue with your demonstration." Angelus sat down on the toilet seat and waited for the water to fill the tub. He snickered. "This is going to be great, watch." They both waited in silence as the tub filled with scolding hot water. Angelus turned it off and dipped his finger in to test the temperature. "Yow! Thats hot." "This is your idea of torturing me, giving me a bath? If it is I'm disappointed. I thought you were much more inventive." "This is something I actually invented a hundred or so years back." Wesley didn't respond. "It was around the time I sired Drusilla, in fact this very same style of torture was applied to her. You know what I named it?" "No. What?" "The Devil's baptism. Dru needed Satan to be cleansed out of her and I was too happy to oblige. One night I snuck into her house, having a prior invite of course, snatched her from her bed and dragged her off into the woods. I had it all prepared when we got there. A big metal tub next to a roaring fire -- I must've boiled ten buckets of water just to fill it up." "Let me guess, you boiled her," Wesley said, not surprised. "Boil her? That would have killed her," he grinned, untieing Wesley's feet first. He regretted it when he got a hard kick to his face. Wesley got up and hopped out of the bathroom, heading to the front door. The chair was still tied to his arms so it was hard to run. Once he got to the front door he forgot he couldn't open it. His hands were still tied. "Wesley!" Angelus shouted, getting closer. Wesley backed into the wall hard, using his own body weight to try and break the chair somehow but it didn't work. By the time he could try again Angelus was right there to push him down. "Didn't I tell you not to run?" "Go to hell," Wesley sneered. "Thats where you sent my son. Get up... up!" Angel kicked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Wesley coughed and gasped for air. He ended up laughing. "I see, even as Angelus you love your son. Why is that?" Angelus didn't answer, instead he picked Wesley up and untied him. He then took him by the arm and pushed him back towards the bathroom. "Not going to answer that either I see?" "I'll answer that with a prayer..." he shoved Wesley down next to the bathtub and positioned himself behind him. "Do you accept our lord Jesus Christ into your life?" "You know I understand your need for revenge, Angel, but what I cant respect is you taking pills to exact that revenge. You know what else I think?" "What?" "Your still a big pussy," Wesley laughed, then suddenly found himself pushed down into scolding hot water. He screamed in unbearable pain. It felt like his skin was being burned to the bone. Angelus had his eyes closed once again listening to that beautiful muffled noise he was making. Wesley struggled to get up but he couldn't. "Yes my child, accept Jesus into your life! Begone Satan!" he pulled him out and Wesley gasped for air, screaming at the same time. The skin on his face and neck was peeled away and colored red mixed with puss. Angelus tossed him onto the bathroom floor and listened to him scream some more. He stepped over his body and walked out into the main room. "Wes could you keep it down? Your waking your neighbors." he said opening his freezer. Wesley was now full on crying. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of crying but he couldn't help it. The pain was ten times worse than anything he had ever experienced. Angelus reappeared with two trays of ice in his hands. "Now, its time for cold! Yay!" "You son - of a bitch let me go!" Wesley spat, trying to get up. "Arent you having any fun?!?" he pulled Wesley to his feet and made him look at himself in the mirror. Wesley could barely open his eyes it hurt so much. But when Angelus threatened to put him back in the bath if he didn't, he made himself open them. To see the pure hatred inflicted upon him. Out of the corner of his eye, Angel himself wasn't doing so well. He was sweating blood and he was breathing hard. "You look pretty you know that..." Angel leaned in and licked his chin. Wesley winced from the touch because it hurt so bad. "Feeling homoerotic I see?" Wesley remarked. "Just taking a sample, because after the game is over," he whispered into his ear. "I'm going to eat you." At that moment something happened that Wesley never thought would happen. Perhaps someone was looking out for him high up above. They both heard a knock at his front door. "Looks like we have a visitor, are you expecting someone?" Wesley nodded yes. That meant he would have to open the door. If he had said no, Angelus probably wouldn't answer it. "Who is it?" "Go see for yourself." Angelus pushed him back down on the floor and walked to the front door. His face retracted back into human form before opening it. And what was before him was another goodie to play along with. "Angel! What are you doing here?" Cordelia asked before getting pulled inside by her arm very roughly. "Geeze what is your malfunction? That hurt," she said rubbing her arm. Angel slammed the door and locked it. Cordelia watched him closely. He was sweating blood and didn't look well. His eyes were rolling back into his head and then normal again. "Angel whats wrong, where's Wesley?" Angelus began chuckling. "Wes? He's in the bathroom. Taking a shit." "What are you doing here? I heard what happened at the Hospital, Angel you didn't try and kill him again did you?" Angel pointed to his chest. "Me? Kill Wesley.. pfft, come on Cor you know me better than that." "I also know that your acting really weird, and you look sick." Angel stalked closer to her. "You - look - tasty you know that?" Cordelia began taking steps backwards. "Tasty? Do I have Kentucky Fried Cordelia written on me?" Cordelia backed into the wall and Angelus cornered her with his body. He began sniffing her hair and then at her neck. "Mmm, KFC," he growled. "What - ? Stop. Remember personal bubble?" she tried to push him off but he wouldn't move. "You've always smelled good you know that? All of my women have had a particular smell and taste to them. Darla tasted like apricots. Drusilla tasted like blueberries, Buffy tasted like peaches. Spike tasted like plums..." "Fruity much?" Cordelia whimpered as Angelus began kissing her neck. Then she felt his hand force its way into her pants and his fingers rub her there. He locked into her hazel eyes with his gold ones. He could tell that she was getting aroused by the way her breathing and heartbeat increased. "I've wondered what you taste like." "Want to find out?" she tilted her neck seductively. He kissed her feverntly hard. His fangs were biting her lips making little cuts. He knew went it hurt her when she whimpered in between breaths. She tasted like what he expected her to taste like. Cinnamon. She wanted more, so much more than she realized. This was Angel or was it - Angelus kissing her like this, rubbing her like this. Making her hornier than shes ever felt in her life. Groo could never make her feel this excited, and never did despite fucking him anyway. She realized then that it was Angel and Angel all along who she wanted. Groo was nothing more than plaything, something to fuck and to discard. However now was not the time to be indulging in her fantasies. Wesley might be in trouble or even dead. The way Gunn and Fred told it to her, it sounded like if they werent there he would have killed him. God why did Wesley have to do something so stupid. Maybe it was her fault for not being there. Maybe if she was there it all could have been avoided. "Angel..." she said gasping for air, using one hand to reach into her purse and the other to distract him by wildly stroking her fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Angel's not home. Leave a message and he might get back to you," he began biting at her chin and then kissed her neck with his tongue. "Theres just one thing I want you to know," she moaned as his fingers increased in pace. She was about to climax. "What?" he said in a muffled voice. "Ready! Okay!" Cordelia jammed her stake into his neck making him stumble backwards. The puncture was so deep he could feel it protrude through his jugular. Cordelia continued her attack and kicked him in the gut and then hit him hard in the nose with her fist. Angelus fell down and ceased moving. She walked next to his body and to her, it looked like she knocked him out. She noticed a bottle had fallen out of his pocket and she picked it up and read the label. "Doxmial." She then kneeled down and grabbed hold of her stake and pulled it out of his neck. She cringed at the squishy noise it made. "Wesley..." she ran towards the bathroom and was horrified at the sight before her. A bloody mess on the floor. "Wesley!" she kneeled down in front of him examining how bad he was injured. His parts of his skin were peeled off and his eye was a deep red. "Oh god, Wesley say something." "Call 911," he said languidly. Two Days Later... His chains were bound to him tightly and he couldn't move. He continued to stare at his son's empty crib, events of what he did running through his mind. At some level he felt better. Some of the rage against Wesley was gone. Perhaps the only good thing that came out this mess was that he hadn't killed him. Cordelia walked into his room and watched him from the end of his bed."I just got off the phone with the Hospital. Wesley is fine. He suffered second degree burns but the doctors say in a few weeks he will be doing better, and thankfully you didn't permanently damage his eye." Angel remained silent. "He also said your not invited to his home anymore and if he sees you he's going to kill you." Cordelia obstructed his view of the crib and kneeled down to his eye level. Her fingers lightly skimmed his cheek. And that was when he broke. The tears flooded his eyes and poured down his cheeks and began sobbing. "Angel... shh, shhhhh," she sat down and propped his head up on her lap. She began caressing his head. "Just so you know. I'll kill you if you ever do something like this again." It took him a minute to compose himself. He wiped his tears on her leg. "Why didnt you?" "Because I knew you werent Angelus! The drug made you into psycho vamp again," she stood up and walked to the door. "Are you going to let me out of these chains?" "Maybe in a few hours," she walked out closing the door behind her. She stopped and leaned against it, taking a minute to gather her thoughts. She didn't want to tell him the real reason. Not now, and probably not ever after what he did. But she wanted to admit it to herself. "I love you Angel," she muttered to herself, testing how it sounded. Angel half smiled, hearing her faint remark behind his door. Being a vampire definitely had its advantages sometimes. If she was back from her vacation, then that would mean Groo was with her. He was probably downstairs at this very minute wearing his clothes, trying his best to look like him. Act like him. He couldnt have that. He wouldnt let him have her. He had to pay. Pay for taking her away from him. He scooped a small silver capsule with his tongue that was positioned in the corner of his mouth. He bit down into it and it opened, releasing a pill that was inside. Doximal. "Love you too," he swallowed the pill, a small glint of insanity sparkling in his eyes. Groo was soon about to get an up close and personal experiance on what being Angel was really like. The End. Archive |