FIC: Family Pack 8/? Fandom: BtVS/AtS (Angel/Spike/Wesley/Xander, NC-17)
Masterpost, disclaimer/warnings
Previous chapters: ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7
A hint of the morning’s cool breeze filtered through hidden vents as the dawn's ray rose across the horizon; artificial warmth filled the room. It was an illusion that Cain stood basking under the sun's rays when in fact he was safe behind the specially treated double pane secure from the sun’s hazardous effects.
Cain continued to stare out of the window of his office. To any outsider Cain was ordinary, nothing about him stood out. He was average in appearance, both height and build. He dressed like any other businessman on Wall Street. His only distinguishable feature was the elegant Ralph Lauren suit, a classic grey pinstripe he wore.
Today was an exception. Cain stood watching the sunrise with deep satisfaction as he savored the taste of his niece’s final death both figuratively and literally. Raising a glass filled with the last of her blood, Cain sipped. His joy doubled as he imagined the annoying twit as she was frayed to dust. His vision slowed the process, imagining a small flicker of fire as grew and consumed what was left of her weak and drained body - instead of what the reality of quick combustion that took place. Then he pondered Angelus’ pain, as Drusilla’s final death ripped through his embraced childer. Savoring each sip of blood, a satanic smile spread across his lips, Drusilla’s rich taste only added a delicious twist to his long awaited retribution
Suddenly Cain dropped his glass, losing control he went into gameface as he felt a trickle of power herald out from Angelus out to the Aurelius line, calling on all of his and his childer’s embraced marks. The once joyous moment turned sour when Cain felt the call ripple into a thunderous roar before it dissipated back into a distant echo. Stunned, Cain stood there panting, his hatred simmering to a boil.
Abruptly he bellowed, "Damn it, Stephan where are you?" Turning he grabbed the remote, clicking one button to turned off the heat that radiated from the window then another click to close the blinds on the morning’s sun.
Stephan entered the room almost stumbling to a halt as he took in his Sire’s anger that vibrated throughout the room. "Here Sire."
"The damn witch lied; he's not broken! He even had enough strength to make the calling. Bring her to me."
Stephan bowed and scurried to do his Sire's bidding as he heard the sounds of glass resonated behind him.
Stephan returned minutes later roughly dragging the witch behind him then throwing her to his Sire Cain's feet.
Cain reached out pulling the petite witch up by her hair. "You lied to me witch, that Bastard was strong enough to make the calling. He was not destroyed by her death." Cain pulled her up to hiss in her face, "Now, I have to punish you for your lack of insight."
"But he …couldn’t-Master, I’m certain he couldn’t…didn’t. My visions do not lie; Angel did not make the calling." The witch panted out through the pain as he yanked harder.
Angry over her blatant defiance Cain shook her hard enough that all he held was clumps of hair ripped from her scalp as she started to fall free from his grasp. With his free hand he quickly grabbed her throat holding her steady as he casually brushed away the bloody clumps of hair. “It's a lie, I felt the call?"
Frantic whimpering sounds were her only reply as she tried to claw at Cain’s hand as he continued to squeeze effectively cutting off her air supply.
The hard click of heels over the polished wood floor descended closer as the witch's mate, Sarah, entered flanked by two more of Cain’s childer. Ignoring her mate and her struggles for air, she straightened and answered, "She is correct Master. Angel did not make the calling. Angelus did."
With a slight pause Cain looked over to the witch with only an eyebrow raised in question, and asked, "Angelus?"
Nodding she confirmed. "Yes. Angelus lives. He and Angel are one now. Together they willingly share the same body, no longer fighting for supreme control. Though as predicted the youngest childe, William the Bloody is barely hanging on… he is ready to follow Drusilla. He and Angel are both devastated and weak from Drusilla's final death. Though for some reason unknown to us at this time Angelus was not only able to fight the affects, but also strong enough to make the calling."
Eyes narrowed as he digested this new enlightening information. Sarah stood her ground, tall, proud already awaiting his judgment. He almost laughed as he took in both witches. Sarah stood cold calculating her eyes not once strayed to her mate Ariel’s flailing body. Even now in her black power suit, long ebony hair that she kept brushed back into a tight tail she observed everything from large black eyes; eyes that mirrored her tainted soul.
On the other hand, Ariel had lost all composure as she fought for air clawing recklessly at his arm. Sarah’s only flaw was her human heart within her cold exterior. It betrayed her true anxiety toward her mate-a kink in her armor. Disgusted by this new development; Cain had once considered them a good matching set. Although Ariel stood a head shorter, both had the same ebony, dark complexion, and large dark eyes; temperamentally they were polar opposites. Where Sarah was monotone, stern, and completely cold in her games of violence; Ariel was emotional, easily excitable, and thrived on the thrill of blood and death. Both were interesting in their own way, now he’d have to consider revising his thoughts about both of them.
Addressing Ariel, he eased his grip allowing her to answer, "And you didn't think to inform me of this before?"
Ariel wheezed gasping for breathe, but at Cain's threatening grasp, she panted out. "I did not know…Master… the powers cannot interfere. Can..not stop us…. only delay the sight….."
Disgusted, Cain threw the girl to her mate's feet and turned away.
"Angelus returned?" Cain whispered to himself. Walking toward the bar, he glanced at his three elder childer each obediently awaiting his orders. He had purposely picked and trained each childe. Individually each had glowing attributes toward the coming hunt they were about to embark on - one that even Angelus would reluctantly envy. Staring at them now, Cain couldn’t help but remember the glorious day he met each childe.
Stephan his eldest childe was lean, tight and muscular, a mongrel of Asian descent. His almond shape topaz cat eyes were what drew Cain to the beautiful man for the original intent to be his next plaything, but he quickly discovered that Stephan was beyond a pet or food. He was cunning and deadly as a mortal. He had become a serial killer in a time before serial killers; a person who looked at killing as an art - always to be perfected. Initially Stephan was sold to an opera house as a child and raised to be a master tumbler and juggler, by the time he was ten. At fourteen he incorporated knives into his act; this was right before his adopted father, Kwon, an addicted drug user disappeared presumably dead after one too many visits at some opium den.
The reality was far different. Stephan finally retaliated against his abuse when Kwon tried to rape him - it was for the last time. Stephan was able to drug Kwon and effectively tie him up. This led Stephan to experimentally use his natural talents. The first five or six-dozen cuts were shallow and deliberate which leisurely he lead into deeper cuts; eventually leading toward thin to thicker layers of skin to be gradually peeled off. Each cut, and every peel of skin was to counter every remembered hit, bruise and sexual act Stephan had endure over the years at Kwon’s hands. The process was agonizingly slow, in the end, after many hours and various controlled cuts; Cain later learned it was the old man’s heart that gave out first before he could bleed out.
It was Kwon’s heart failure that led Stephan to stubbornly repeat the process with various men reliving the same scene over trying to perfect and change the pervious outcome with Kwon.
Cain was delighted to discover Stephan’s tainted soul and quickly upgraded his status from fuck-toy to precious childe. Blatantly ignoring the rumored tales he had heard that creating a childe from a human already with a dark soul would actually create a weak demented demon with no more awareness than a fledging. Instead, Cain sought out darker humans ready to either destroy or cultivate the demon-Stephan was the first to survive.
Pouring another tumbler of liquor, Cain turned his attention toward Amber.
Flanking the witch stood his fair beauty. The contrast between Sarah and Amber was extreme. Amber was a living china doll, a petite flaxen hair beauty with a strong resemblance toward his Sire. Once spotted Cain had trailed her for three hours planning torture with a long drawn out death. Because of his hatred toward Darla it took a long time before he noticed that she was stalking someone herself. Curiosity got the better of him as he watched her for the next three days stalk, plan and then maliciously execute her victim's death, which later he found out had spurned her advances. His devious, delicious Amber was in one word, crackers. So much so that if Drusilla hadn’t embraced that idiot brother of his, he knew they would have made a wonder match. While Drusilla was driven mad from Angelus by killing each member of her family and coveted for her gift of sight, his Amber was mad by her own hand from the start. From the moment she capture her victim and had released him of his tongue because his screaming annoyed her, he knew he had to have her for his childe. Earlier he watched in fascination as she stripped, taunting her victim as she did-it was obvious he had no idea behind the china doll looks Amber supported. Slowly she stripped him of his clothes. Teasingly as if she was a whore showing off for a client she played with his body exciting him until he withered within his bonds. His cock partially hidden under his large belly stood hard and desperate. Her hand wrapped around it squeezing playfully before she knelt seductively licking the pre-come at the head before tying a tight cock ring around his shaft. She stood dancing around, running her hands over his body feeling each ripple of skin.
Even today he could clearly remember the pained look of shock as he felt the painful jab of the knife slice into his skin before he actually saw the hunting knife she sported in her hand, or the malicious grin. She ignored his furious screaming with each jab and cut until she tired of the sound and proceeded to permanently muffle the sounds by gagging him with his own bloody cut-up tongue wrapped in cloth before returning to her task of stripping him of his skin.
Where Stephan was methodically, Amber was rash, and it showed. She wasn’t careful, patient, or held any form proficiency in wheedling a knife. Each cut, scrape was careless mindless of her victim as she dug too deep whittling away skin. The show was short, one or two misplaced cuts had the portly man bleeding out. Unmindful Amber only continued then danced in the man's blood to music only she could hear.
Looking up she danced over like it was an everyday occurrence to be dancing nude bathed in only blood. With so much blood he couldn't contain his true nature, but Amber just waltzed over, smiling coyly reached up and kissed him soundly before snuggling into his embrace. He claimed her after he licked her clean. The remembrance of that night was one the most beautiful of his undead life. Any master, including Angelus would have admired the natural cruelty Amber displayed.
Towering behind his elder childer stood his enforcer Elliot.
Elliot not only had height but he was also massive in size; a perfect embodiment for an enforcer standing at 7 feet and topping the scales just over 375 pounds. It was his fair hair Amber who had discovered their gentle giant. It had happened sometime around 1912 where Elliot was one of the star attractions of a traveling freak show. The show billed him as a living monster due to his size and facial scaring. Though physically he was about 19, mentally he was only a boy closer to 9. At the time he stole Amber's heart. To which he had to endure her begging to turn the boy, and after seeing Elliot for himself he couldn't deny the request. Later even with his demon, to those he loved, his family, Elliot was still a gentle being.
Gentle enough that he often wondered and questioned if the boy’s soul had somehow remained, but his doubts were silenced when anyone or anything threatened his family. Then the demon’s demeanor was equally matched in ferocity against Elliot’s size creating a wrath of destruction against any perpetrator.
Cain nodded as he remembered the damage Elliot could produce. Yes, it will be a joy to watch Elliot twist Angelus into a vampire pretzel, or for that matter Stephan and Amber play their knife games with him or any of Angelus’ pets. Yes, each of his childer was more than ready for the challenge that lay ahead of them.
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Pouring another glass, Cain addressed his childer. "Go. The hunt is on. You each know your targets. Go collect his pets…remember I want his core pets, especially those embraced.” As an afterthought he added, “You may take the others, but bring back their remains-I might want some décor.”
Excited already in game-face they gave a quick nod before turning to leave. “Stephan before you leave inform Marcel to meet me by the pen and inform the others the hunt is on." Cain watched each of his childer leave to do his bidding.
Almost absently he asked, "Is there anything else I should know about?" Cain caught the slight quiver in both witches at his question.
Straightening Sarah cleared her throat to add, "Angelus & Angel have found mates." Cain voice turned deadly "Mates?"
Sarah stared levelly in response knowing there was no way they’d avoid being punished after what she had to tell him. "He found two others to mate-besides Spike. Marked humans I suspect. It is nothing but a weak attempt to override Spike's compulsion to join Drusilla."
"Will it work?" Cain questioned.
"It is impossible to say, but we do not believe so. He would have had to find two who’d be willing to equally accept both Angelus and Angel." Sarah stated flatly.
Harshly, Cain replied, "Go! Get out of my sight." Cain ignored them as Sarah moved to help her mate. Just as they entered the entryway, Cain called out, “Strip and wait for your punishment by the pen.”
Dismissing the witches, Cain contemplated Sarah’s words. ‘Angelus lives.’
‘As it should be. Now I can fully enact my revenge. My Sire, Darla, slipped through my fingers, leaving me nothing but that reflection of her, a weak fledging Sired by that insane niece of mine. No, now with Angelus, no other clan will question this war. For once everyone will see who the greater childe is-the true Master of Aurelius to rule the clan. Angelus is passé; nothing remains but an old reputation. One that I will crush!
However Angelus' mated is interesting. He must have convinced the slayer to stand with and William along with one of those human pets to be his mate. A very interesting move, Angelus, but one you will regret. This fourth mate… if I know you I'd say it’s probably your seer. It makes no difference you will watch them die a slow painful death. Until then I think a gift…tributes. In honor of your mating-the only proper civilized thing to do. Yes, tributes, I like the sound of that.'
A servant interrupted Cain's thoughts, "Sir, your appointment is here, a Ms. Lilah Morgan."
"Please, show her in."
A moment later, Cain stood when he heard the doors open and Lilah was announced. "Sir, Ms. Morgan."
The corners of Cain’s lips slid into a wide grinned as he met Lilah’s gaze and took in the elegantly tailored dress woman who smiled in return.
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Previous chapters: ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7
A hint of the morning’s cool breeze filtered through hidden vents as the dawn's ray rose across the horizon; artificial warmth filled the room. It was an illusion that Cain stood basking under the sun's rays when in fact he was safe behind the specially treated double pane secure from the sun’s hazardous effects.
Cain continued to stare out of the window of his office. To any outsider Cain was ordinary, nothing about him stood out. He was average in appearance, both height and build. He dressed like any other businessman on Wall Street. His only distinguishable feature was the elegant Ralph Lauren suit, a classic grey pinstripe he wore.
Today was an exception. Cain stood watching the sunrise with deep satisfaction as he savored the taste of his niece’s final death both figuratively and literally. Raising a glass filled with the last of her blood, Cain sipped. His joy doubled as he imagined the annoying twit as she was frayed to dust. His vision slowed the process, imagining a small flicker of fire as grew and consumed what was left of her weak and drained body - instead of what the reality of quick combustion that took place. Then he pondered Angelus’ pain, as Drusilla’s final death ripped through his embraced childer. Savoring each sip of blood, a satanic smile spread across his lips, Drusilla’s rich taste only added a delicious twist to his long awaited retribution
Suddenly Cain dropped his glass, losing control he went into gameface as he felt a trickle of power herald out from Angelus out to the Aurelius line, calling on all of his and his childer’s embraced marks. The once joyous moment turned sour when Cain felt the call ripple into a thunderous roar before it dissipated back into a distant echo. Stunned, Cain stood there panting, his hatred simmering to a boil.
Abruptly he bellowed, "Damn it, Stephan where are you?" Turning he grabbed the remote, clicking one button to turned off the heat that radiated from the window then another click to close the blinds on the morning’s sun.
Stephan entered the room almost stumbling to a halt as he took in his Sire’s anger that vibrated throughout the room. "Here Sire."
"The damn witch lied; he's not broken! He even had enough strength to make the calling. Bring her to me."
Stephan bowed and scurried to do his Sire's bidding as he heard the sounds of glass resonated behind him.
Stephan returned minutes later roughly dragging the witch behind him then throwing her to his Sire Cain's feet.
Cain reached out pulling the petite witch up by her hair. "You lied to me witch, that Bastard was strong enough to make the calling. He was not destroyed by her death." Cain pulled her up to hiss in her face, "Now, I have to punish you for your lack of insight."
"But he …couldn’t-Master, I’m certain he couldn’t…didn’t. My visions do not lie; Angel did not make the calling." The witch panted out through the pain as he yanked harder.
Angry over her blatant defiance Cain shook her hard enough that all he held was clumps of hair ripped from her scalp as she started to fall free from his grasp. With his free hand he quickly grabbed her throat holding her steady as he casually brushed away the bloody clumps of hair. “It's a lie, I felt the call?"
Frantic whimpering sounds were her only reply as she tried to claw at Cain’s hand as he continued to squeeze effectively cutting off her air supply.
The hard click of heels over the polished wood floor descended closer as the witch's mate, Sarah, entered flanked by two more of Cain’s childer. Ignoring her mate and her struggles for air, she straightened and answered, "She is correct Master. Angel did not make the calling. Angelus did."
With a slight pause Cain looked over to the witch with only an eyebrow raised in question, and asked, "Angelus?"
Nodding she confirmed. "Yes. Angelus lives. He and Angel are one now. Together they willingly share the same body, no longer fighting for supreme control. Though as predicted the youngest childe, William the Bloody is barely hanging on… he is ready to follow Drusilla. He and Angel are both devastated and weak from Drusilla's final death. Though for some reason unknown to us at this time Angelus was not only able to fight the affects, but also strong enough to make the calling."
Eyes narrowed as he digested this new enlightening information. Sarah stood her ground, tall, proud already awaiting his judgment. He almost laughed as he took in both witches. Sarah stood cold calculating her eyes not once strayed to her mate Ariel’s flailing body. Even now in her black power suit, long ebony hair that she kept brushed back into a tight tail she observed everything from large black eyes; eyes that mirrored her tainted soul.
On the other hand, Ariel had lost all composure as she fought for air clawing recklessly at his arm. Sarah’s only flaw was her human heart within her cold exterior. It betrayed her true anxiety toward her mate-a kink in her armor. Disgusted by this new development; Cain had once considered them a good matching set. Although Ariel stood a head shorter, both had the same ebony, dark complexion, and large dark eyes; temperamentally they were polar opposites. Where Sarah was monotone, stern, and completely cold in her games of violence; Ariel was emotional, easily excitable, and thrived on the thrill of blood and death. Both were interesting in their own way, now he’d have to consider revising his thoughts about both of them.
Addressing Ariel, he eased his grip allowing her to answer, "And you didn't think to inform me of this before?"
Ariel wheezed gasping for breathe, but at Cain's threatening grasp, she panted out. "I did not know…Master… the powers cannot interfere. Can..not stop us…. only delay the sight….."
Disgusted, Cain threw the girl to her mate's feet and turned away.
"Angelus returned?" Cain whispered to himself. Walking toward the bar, he glanced at his three elder childer each obediently awaiting his orders. He had purposely picked and trained each childe. Individually each had glowing attributes toward the coming hunt they were about to embark on - one that even Angelus would reluctantly envy. Staring at them now, Cain couldn’t help but remember the glorious day he met each childe.
Stephan his eldest childe was lean, tight and muscular, a mongrel of Asian descent. His almond shape topaz cat eyes were what drew Cain to the beautiful man for the original intent to be his next plaything, but he quickly discovered that Stephan was beyond a pet or food. He was cunning and deadly as a mortal. He had become a serial killer in a time before serial killers; a person who looked at killing as an art - always to be perfected. Initially Stephan was sold to an opera house as a child and raised to be a master tumbler and juggler, by the time he was ten. At fourteen he incorporated knives into his act; this was right before his adopted father, Kwon, an addicted drug user disappeared presumably dead after one too many visits at some opium den.
The reality was far different. Stephan finally retaliated against his abuse when Kwon tried to rape him - it was for the last time. Stephan was able to drug Kwon and effectively tie him up. This led Stephan to experimentally use his natural talents. The first five or six-dozen cuts were shallow and deliberate which leisurely he lead into deeper cuts; eventually leading toward thin to thicker layers of skin to be gradually peeled off. Each cut, and every peel of skin was to counter every remembered hit, bruise and sexual act Stephan had endure over the years at Kwon’s hands. The process was agonizingly slow, in the end, after many hours and various controlled cuts; Cain later learned it was the old man’s heart that gave out first before he could bleed out.
It was Kwon’s heart failure that led Stephan to stubbornly repeat the process with various men reliving the same scene over trying to perfect and change the pervious outcome with Kwon.
Cain was delighted to discover Stephan’s tainted soul and quickly upgraded his status from fuck-toy to precious childe. Blatantly ignoring the rumored tales he had heard that creating a childe from a human already with a dark soul would actually create a weak demented demon with no more awareness than a fledging. Instead, Cain sought out darker humans ready to either destroy or cultivate the demon-Stephan was the first to survive.
Pouring another tumbler of liquor, Cain turned his attention toward Amber.
Flanking the witch stood his fair beauty. The contrast between Sarah and Amber was extreme. Amber was a living china doll, a petite flaxen hair beauty with a strong resemblance toward his Sire. Once spotted Cain had trailed her for three hours planning torture with a long drawn out death. Because of his hatred toward Darla it took a long time before he noticed that she was stalking someone herself. Curiosity got the better of him as he watched her for the next three days stalk, plan and then maliciously execute her victim's death, which later he found out had spurned her advances. His devious, delicious Amber was in one word, crackers. So much so that if Drusilla hadn’t embraced that idiot brother of his, he knew they would have made a wonder match. While Drusilla was driven mad from Angelus by killing each member of her family and coveted for her gift of sight, his Amber was mad by her own hand from the start. From the moment she capture her victim and had released him of his tongue because his screaming annoyed her, he knew he had to have her for his childe. Earlier he watched in fascination as she stripped, taunting her victim as she did-it was obvious he had no idea behind the china doll looks Amber supported. Slowly she stripped him of his clothes. Teasingly as if she was a whore showing off for a client she played with his body exciting him until he withered within his bonds. His cock partially hidden under his large belly stood hard and desperate. Her hand wrapped around it squeezing playfully before she knelt seductively licking the pre-come at the head before tying a tight cock ring around his shaft. She stood dancing around, running her hands over his body feeling each ripple of skin.
Even today he could clearly remember the pained look of shock as he felt the painful jab of the knife slice into his skin before he actually saw the hunting knife she sported in her hand, or the malicious grin. She ignored his furious screaming with each jab and cut until she tired of the sound and proceeded to permanently muffle the sounds by gagging him with his own bloody cut-up tongue wrapped in cloth before returning to her task of stripping him of his skin.
Where Stephan was methodically, Amber was rash, and it showed. She wasn’t careful, patient, or held any form proficiency in wheedling a knife. Each cut, scrape was careless mindless of her victim as she dug too deep whittling away skin. The show was short, one or two misplaced cuts had the portly man bleeding out. Unmindful Amber only continued then danced in the man's blood to music only she could hear.
Looking up she danced over like it was an everyday occurrence to be dancing nude bathed in only blood. With so much blood he couldn't contain his true nature, but Amber just waltzed over, smiling coyly reached up and kissed him soundly before snuggling into his embrace. He claimed her after he licked her clean. The remembrance of that night was one the most beautiful of his undead life. Any master, including Angelus would have admired the natural cruelty Amber displayed.
Towering behind his elder childer stood his enforcer Elliot.
Elliot not only had height but he was also massive in size; a perfect embodiment for an enforcer standing at 7 feet and topping the scales just over 375 pounds. It was his fair hair Amber who had discovered their gentle giant. It had happened sometime around 1912 where Elliot was one of the star attractions of a traveling freak show. The show billed him as a living monster due to his size and facial scaring. Though physically he was about 19, mentally he was only a boy closer to 9. At the time he stole Amber's heart. To which he had to endure her begging to turn the boy, and after seeing Elliot for himself he couldn't deny the request. Later even with his demon, to those he loved, his family, Elliot was still a gentle being.
Gentle enough that he often wondered and questioned if the boy’s soul had somehow remained, but his doubts were silenced when anyone or anything threatened his family. Then the demon’s demeanor was equally matched in ferocity against Elliot’s size creating a wrath of destruction against any perpetrator.
Cain nodded as he remembered the damage Elliot could produce. Yes, it will be a joy to watch Elliot twist Angelus into a vampire pretzel, or for that matter Stephan and Amber play their knife games with him or any of Angelus’ pets. Yes, each of his childer was more than ready for the challenge that lay ahead of them.
~*~*~*~
Pouring another glass, Cain addressed his childer. "Go. The hunt is on. You each know your targets. Go collect his pets…remember I want his core pets, especially those embraced.” As an afterthought he added, “You may take the others, but bring back their remains-I might want some décor.”
Excited already in game-face they gave a quick nod before turning to leave. “Stephan before you leave inform Marcel to meet me by the pen and inform the others the hunt is on." Cain watched each of his childer leave to do his bidding.
Almost absently he asked, "Is there anything else I should know about?" Cain caught the slight quiver in both witches at his question.
Straightening Sarah cleared her throat to add, "Angelus & Angel have found mates." Cain voice turned deadly "Mates?"
Sarah stared levelly in response knowing there was no way they’d avoid being punished after what she had to tell him. "He found two others to mate-besides Spike. Marked humans I suspect. It is nothing but a weak attempt to override Spike's compulsion to join Drusilla."
"Will it work?" Cain questioned.
"It is impossible to say, but we do not believe so. He would have had to find two who’d be willing to equally accept both Angelus and Angel." Sarah stated flatly.
Harshly, Cain replied, "Go! Get out of my sight." Cain ignored them as Sarah moved to help her mate. Just as they entered the entryway, Cain called out, “Strip and wait for your punishment by the pen.”
Dismissing the witches, Cain contemplated Sarah’s words. ‘Angelus lives.’
‘As it should be. Now I can fully enact my revenge. My Sire, Darla, slipped through my fingers, leaving me nothing but that reflection of her, a weak fledging Sired by that insane niece of mine. No, now with Angelus, no other clan will question this war. For once everyone will see who the greater childe is-the true Master of Aurelius to rule the clan. Angelus is passé; nothing remains but an old reputation. One that I will crush!
However Angelus' mated is interesting. He must have convinced the slayer to stand with and William along with one of those human pets to be his mate. A very interesting move, Angelus, but one you will regret. This fourth mate… if I know you I'd say it’s probably your seer. It makes no difference you will watch them die a slow painful death. Until then I think a gift…tributes. In honor of your mating-the only proper civilized thing to do. Yes, tributes, I like the sound of that.'
A servant interrupted Cain's thoughts, "Sir, your appointment is here, a Ms. Lilah Morgan."
"Please, show her in."
A moment later, Cain stood when he heard the doors open and Lilah was announced. "Sir, Ms. Morgan."
The corners of Cain’s lips slid into a wide grinned as he met Lilah’s gaze and took in the elegantly tailored dress woman who smiled in return.
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