Awaiting My Nightingale

[angelus_divine]

I am brilliant. Brilliant! I couldn’t have foreseen a better outcome. She was putty in my cold pale hands. She thought her prince had returned, her knight in shining armor. She thought she saw love in my eyes, thought she heard it in my voice. And from that, I lulled her into a trap. I fucking had her. But somehow, something deep down inside of me

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[angelus_divine]

I should've seen it. I really should have. I mean it happened when Darla sired me. I can still remember when I first awoke from my last slumber.

The power...

The surge of inhuman power in my veins. My senses had heightened, leaving all human limits behind. I wasn't, infact, human. I was something more - something better. I knew Buffy was feeling it. And to imagine that power merging with her already divine slayer powers... she must be on one helluva high right now.

She began to move towards me, speaking with a different tone in her voice. It was a tone of voice of someone who had just gone through a mental breakthrough. Nirvana, maybe. It was like all the answers to the questions of the universe were given to her in one fell swoop. She thought she was a god. She thought she was better than me. Hah, maybe only physically.

She began to taunt me while playing with my shirt with her fingertip. Slowly she began to dice away the buttons of my shirt.

I gave her a small smile and let out a playful sigh. I was amused by her actions.

" Listen Buffy, I'm glad you were able to come up with some sort of plan while you were down in the ground and all. And as 'bright' as that sounds, I've got some other things in mind."

She had bitten my lip and nipped it a little in the process. I pulled away and bit it, sucking away the small drops of blood that began to come out.

" Tell you what - if my plan doesn't go as smoothly and my brain shrivels up into a little prune, then maybe I might consider using your plan as a plan B. But until then, I suggest you listen to me - got it?"

I began to trail my fingertip along the the straps of her top, cutting one of them with my own long nails. Of course I didn't do it without a smile playing across my face.

But even then when she was obnoxious, I still found this new and improved Buffy to be... quite yummy. I moved a step closer towards her and placed hovered my hand over her slender shoulder. I leaned myself closer towards her bare shoulder, taking in her scent. I turned away from her shoulder, looking back into her beautiful eyes. Soulless eyes.

" Anyway, now that we've got that all cleared up - you said you were hungry?"

Moving back to her bare shoulder, I couldn't help but stick my tongue out and have a taste. I stroked my tongue along her collarbone, tasting her beautiful honey-tan skin. I stopped and ended it with a kiss on the end of her shoulder.

" The first thing you feel besides the power is the hunger. The raw and powerful hunger. It's nothing like hunger as a human. The blood calls to you, Buffy. And I'll teach you how to get it."

[the_golden_girl]

Everything felt so different. From the way his shirt played along the tips of my fingers, to the ground below my bare feet. Everything had a place in this world. Everything had a reason for being. The stars didn't tell you your destiny. They didn't tell a story of the long since past. They were merely like we were; players in this world. Watching over us. Giving the night a sense of light to those that walked it. They weren't there for mortals, but for immortals.

I saw it now.

I was never meant for the light. My power...the old power of the Slayer that still fused through me like electricity in a thunder cloud, I felt it. It enpowered me by meshing with the vampiric powers I now had. At first it felt as if the two were at war with each other. One fighting for dominant control, until they both ended up working together and creating something beyond a pathetic new fledgling.

One that wanted to overpower Angelus on the spot and show him, though he had over a good two hundred years over me, that he wasn't any brighter for it. So, he saw things. Saw the world change and through the eyes of those he tended to torture. Did that matter to me? Um, no. I'm not cocky or arrogant, that's his job. I just knew things. I have no idea why, but I knew things with a sort of peace. Not like Drusilla, and her insanity that was driven off the edge by Mister Leather himself, but differently.

"What other things do you have in mind and don't belittle..." Wait! Oh my god, is that even a word? Yes! Has to be, Giles used it once while on the phone to the Council, "...me. My plan didn't form while I was in the dirt, I'll have you know! I formed it a while ago, and cheah', I was a little evil back then. Okay, not evil, but a little morbid. I think all Slayers have thoughts of becoming this. Dreams of turning out as those they hunt." For all the knowledge I seemed to absorb, I was still a little of my old-self I saw.

Going to lap at the faintest drops I had caused to raise to his lips surface, he pulled back and did so himself. Hmph! I wanted another taste. This time I yearned for it. But, I sure as heck was not going to beg for it. Setting my feet back onto the ground, I started to then swing back and forth, getting impatient and fidgetty. I used to get like that when waiting for a vamp to rise. Gee, and now here I was as one, getting fidgetty to kill. Talk about a three hundred sixty. Wait...or is it a one hundred eighty? Ugh, I knew I should've paid attention in math class. Guess that's over with now, huh?

Realizing that Angelus' lips were moving, Ihadn't been listening. Only catching the tail end of his speech and watch his finger run across the strap of my night gown. I knew what he intended to do, but I was so caught up in the feel of his hands, that I didn't even go to stop him. One strap snapped in half, letting the right side drop in slope against my skin. The barest of still tanned skin being revealed. "I liked that nightgown." I said with a pout, lookin up to him just as his face hovered over my shoulder. Instantly my eyes closed. Letting the feeling of him, for once in my...life and unlife now at that, drown me. Never before had I let Angelus get to me. Fighting off the danger of his charm to be who I as then; the Slayer, the good girl, Angel's golden girl and heroine. But now, Angel wasn't coming back and neither was his golden princess.

Letting my eyelids flutter open, breath that I didn't need caught in my throat, I moaned my answer. "Mmhmm. Hungry." I reminded him in response, biting down on my lower lip once his tongue teasingly trailed along my cold flesh. God! The sensation. I felt it like I had never felt it before. The pleasure of that one small and very sensual act had caused a tidal wave of pleasure through me, and I shuddered in my spot. Thighs clamping together to get a hold on it before I melted at his feet. More so when his lips pressed down in a feather like kiss. I was well aware that my body was swaying towards him. The cool wind never felt along bare skin, except for it registering as being there. I didn't feel it's temperature. My flesh too cold for it now.

[the_golden_girl]

(Crap LJ limit thing-y.)

Letting go of my swollen lip, I stared intently into Angelus' eyes. Focusing on if I could really see the soul trapped beneath the surface like I had thought I once did.

And I did.

I wonder if he saw my own soul trapped? No. That was nonsense. I didn't havea soul. I wasn't cursed with this gift, I was blessed. I didn't need to worry about there being a clause in my contract and I'd end up brooding in repent for my sins.

Adjusting the strap of my nightgown, by tying the two ends together, I nodded. Though, I didn't need to be taught, 'cos hello! Did the whole watching that for what, four years? But, I'd give him the chance to show me exactly how he hunted. There was something strangly erotic about the thought. And I wanted to see so desperately.

"Show me." Notice how I didn't say, 'Teach me'?