After the Massacre
Angel thought it was a good idea for us to go on some huge massacre to get Rory back for killing Dru and trying to kill us. We were driven from our new home. Angel didn't like it, but I was furious. Just when we were getting comfortable, two dumbasses had to come and ruin it all. I had to follow Angel into the sewers, and I totally ruined my
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"I want to get comfy in our new place. Make plans, you know? I must say, this killing stuff is kinda fun. But, I'm full."
"They are dead. That little Irish idiot gets it first, a good bout of torutre, followed by Rory. His death will be slow, and painful. A thousand screams will be a million too few, and he's not even a screamer."
I picked up my pace. I was remembering things that we had done with Rory and old Fangdan, and I mean all of us, Spike, Darla and Drusilla and the son of a bitch had killed her. It sickened me most because he had become what I used to be, helping Buffy. One massacre wasn't enough. I wanted to kill everyone in the world.
"I hope I can get this ick off of my dress. I know we didn't pay for this dress, but I like it alot."
I couldn't offer a response, not about that, or about the blood filling her. I was just too pissed off. "Okay, if you can't, I'm sure we can find you another one. I doubt that it's an original, Cordy..."
Something needed to be made clear to her. She and I were not on the same page and danger could be awaiting us. I was going all out and she needed to ready to defend herself from Rory if it came to it, and also from gunshots.
"So, if Rory and Doyle are there, what are we going to do? It's bad enough that they ran us out the first time. I know you're not going to let them do it again, right? If all goes well, they won't be there. I want to take a nice bubble bath. Maybe, we could get some fun time in. You know, just the two of us. That would be nice."
I needed to get my point across to her more then ever. I didn't mean to be crass, but hey, I was a happy guy, and I wasn't feeling very happy at the moment and two were to blame for that. She asked me what I wanted to do and it was time to let her know.
"Look, Cordy, right now there are three things that you shouldn't be worried about. One is filling up on blood. You'll feel nice and warm in no time. Another thing, is you shouldn't be worried about some stupid dress and lastly, I'm not exactly in the mood for sex, just yet. I am in the mood to kill everyone that I see and you need to be prepared for Rory and the mick being there, because it could be dangerous. This isn't a time for fun, unless that fun is torturing Rory and the little mick with the gun."
We moved out of the subway, everyone looking at us, not knowing what to do about what they just saw and not even that could make me happy at the moment. We went back into the sunbway and I didn't want to hear about her dress getting dirty again.
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Someones got a stick up his undead ass. The frown on my face wasn't lost on Angel. Not that he cared, at the moment. "Why are you so uptight about Rory? We don't even know if he's there. What if he's not?" Angel looked at me with a glare. "You don't have to give me the third degree. It's your fault if you don't want to have sex with me, tonight. No lose on my part." I crossed my arms over my chest and walked away from him.
The nerve. I was evil for him and this is the thanks I get? He's probably all torn up about Dru being killed. Frankly, I don't care what happened to her. I barely knew her. I guess I should let him mourn her. But, this Rory deal was driving me nuts! Secretly, I was worried that Rory could be at the hotel. But, I didn't want to let it interfere with my thoughts for a nice bath and shagging Angel, silly.
We walked all the way back to the hotel, in silence. I thought of things to say to him, but I said nothing. Angel was mad and I didn't want to provoke him. I mean, he went off because I told him I wanted a new dress. You would think he knows how that feels. He's an amazing dresser.
Angel climbed up the ladder that led to the basement. He held his hand out and helped me up. Together, we walked into the lobby. Everything was quiet. "See? No ones here." I looked at him and started to walk around, checking the office and the kitchen. I came back to the lobby. "All clear down here. Rory and Doyle must have gotten tired of waiting." I chuckled and smiled. "Should we check the whole hotel to make sure? I'm sure if he was still here, he would have been down here and ready to kill us, again."
I didn't feel any presence here. If I felt it, I'm sure Angel felt it, too. Angel stood guard. I wish he would calm down for a second. He was way too tense. I mean, we massacred all of these people and we ate, alot. What the hell does it take to make him happy?
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"The son of a bitch killed Drusilla. That alone requires a painful amount of retribution. I created her. But, he had the nerve to just attack us at our own home, and that makes him get the full treatment when I see him again, Cordy."
"You don't have to give me the third degree. It's your fault if you don't want to have sex with me, tonight. No loss on my part."
"If that's the way that you feel, then why don't you go back to Sunnydale, find little pimmply Xander Harris and make him your eternal love slave? Me, I have other things to do."
Like a massacre for one thing. Rory and the mick were dead meat, but a whole lot more then just them and the unfortunates on the subway were going to pay for what happened to Drusilla.
I was itching, aching for Rory and the mick to be hanging around the hotel waiting for us, but as we got there, I realized that it was just the two of us and the remembrance of Drusilla being turned to dust by a former ally.
"Should we check the whole hotel to make sure? I'm sure if he was still here, he would have been down here and ready to kill us, again."
"They aren't here. They came, they killed and now they've gone. If they are out looking for us, then they'll be back, or maybe Spike got them, which would be just, but not just enough for my liking. I want to ram the stake up Bronson's ass."
Now, I didn't know what to do. She wa shellbent on having sex, and normally after a feast like the one on the subway, I would be more then game for that, but some wounds, even for the soulless, took time to heal...even for me. Drusilla's staking hit me harder then I would have expected, especially now that we were back here.
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In the back of my head, I wondered if he would ever react that way, if Rory killed me. Angelus was obviously angry and grieving. What am I supposed to do about that? It's not like I can magically, bring Drusilla back. I don't even want her back, but that's something Angelus doesn't need to know. He deserves to grieve. I just hope he's not like this for a long time. If he is, I might have to go out and find Rory myself, so I can kick his ass.
I gave Angel a hard time about not having sex with me. I mean, we just massacred people, you think that would get him in the mood. Of course, that didn't lighten the mood. I didn't want to go back to Sunnydale. I didn't want Xander. I want him. He knows this and he constantly denies me of anything. What is a vampiress to do?
"They aren't here. They came, they killed and now they've gone. If they are out looking for us, then they'll be back, or maybe Spike got them, which would be just, but not just enough for my liking. I want to ram the stake up Bronson's ass."
"Well, if Spike got them, wouldn't that be good? After all, Dru was like the love of Spike's life. Grant he didn't make her, but he did love her." Angel looked at me. "I guess we'll have to wait for Spike to come back to get any information. Unless, we go out looking for Rory and Doyle."
I walked over to him, and fixed his jacket. I pouted my lips. He looked so...sad? I caressed his cheek. "Why don't I go upstairs and run a bath for you. You need to relax, Angel. Nice, comfy bubbles. Hot water. Maybe, I'll give you a nice sponge bath. But, only if you want." My fingers played across his chest, as I looked up with a flirty smile. "But, if you need to be alone, I'll leave you alone and find another bathroom to wash up in." I looked down with a little sadness in my eyes. "I-I just wish I could make you feel better."
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That might have been the case, but I didn't want Spike to kill Rory. I wanted to do it. It was that simple. Spike may have loved Drusilla, in their own crazy, let's start fight with lynch mobs way, but I was thinking about the twenty years where it was Drusilla, Darla and I, before Spike had come around. Darla was gone now, because of me, and now, Drusilla had been killed in front of me. People had already died as a result of this, but the massacre didn't quench my need to ravage. The only thing that would; would be to kill Rory myself. Not for Spike to do it, but for me to do it.
"I guess we'll have to wait for Spike to come back to get any information. Unless, we go out looking for Rory and Doyle."
Waiting didn't seem like a good option, and Rory and the mick could be anywhere at this point.
"Why don't I go upstairs and run a bath for you. You need to relax, Angel. Nice, comfy bubbles. Hot water. Maybe, I'll give you a nice sponge bath. But, only if you want."
I was about to scream that I didn't need or want a bath, but she pushed her fingers across my chest in a suggestive way, and we were really in a holding pattern, and suddenly, her body looked more amazing then it usually did.
"But, if you need to be alone, I'll leave you alone and find another bathroom to wash up in."
"I-I just wish I could make you feel better."
"We can wait for Spike, or we can wait for Rory and the mick. Those two will pay if Spike didn't already get them, but there's not much we can do to find them, which pisses me off, if they've gone far. I guess that we are waiting, and since you've brought it up, I'd rather not be alone in this bubble bath. Some nice relaxing bathing sex could just do the trick, before I get to the killing..before we get to the killing."
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I looked up at him and smiled. Surprisingly, he smiled back. I knew I could get him to give in. I knew there was nowhere to go. We didn't know where Spike, Rory or Doyle went. Why waste time looking for them? While we're gone, they could come back here, and we would miss our chance.
My hand grabbed his hand and I led him upstairs. We went down the hall and stopped in front of his old room. I turned around to kiss him, and then opened the door. I sauntered in front of Angel and began to take my dress off. This thing was so dirty. I couldn't wait to take it off. I stood there in my bra and panties. I turned, and Angel walked slowly over to me. He went to reach for the buttons on his shirt. "Stop." I met him the rest of the way and reached for his buttons. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his body. "Mmmmmm." I let my hand take in the feel of his chest.
Angel had such a beautiful body. My eyes went down to his belt. I moved in closer and kissed him. Our tongues found each other and I deepened the kiss. My hands fumbled with his belt. I moaned in Angel's mouth in frustration, and ripped it off. Next, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Taking his pants and boxers in my hands, I pulled his pants down.
I moved back and took the rest of my clothes off. "Let's go, baby." I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. Angel came up behind me. I could feel his bulge on my backside. I looked over my shoulder and laughed. "Someone's excited." I, purposely, rubbed my ass on his cock. I heard him groan in my ear, as he nibbled on my shoulder. "Oh, it's ready." I walked over to the tub and turned off the water. "Get in." He stepped in and sat down, enjoying the feel of the hot water. He looked up at me. Confusion was in his eyes. "As much as I want to join you, I think you need time to yourself. Maybe, I've been getting on your nerves, or you're still upset about Dru's death, but when we have sex, I need you to be there with me. I want you to want it, and not feel obligated." God, are the human emotions still showing or what? "I'll wash up in the other bathroom. Have a nice bath, Angelus." I smiled, turned and walked toward the door.
Angel seemed disappointed and most likely, angry. I mean, I did leave him with a hard on. I'm such an idiot. I should have took the sex. Now, I'm really horny. Images in my head of us having sex in the tub. No. No! He needs his time to mourn, brood, or whatever. We can always have sex after. I guess I can use this time to reflect on the changes I've been going through. Human, to vampire. I've made some kills, but the emotion is still in me. Whatever. I need to get this smell off of me. Ugh.
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