Angel didn't want Fred to leave. He didn't want her to have to row across the lake by herself, but he knew he had to let her go. It was part of the test and he knew they would be safe. At least Fred would, and he knew Giles and Wesley would help her if they could.
"I love you more than anything, Fred," Angel murmured after they'd broken the kiss. He watched as the small boat moved away from the shore. And he didn't move from his spot until it had disappeared in the night. Once it was out of sight, he stepped back and started to look around for something to fight the demon with. There had to be something there.
Suddenly, though, everything went completely black around him. Angel squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them he was in the pub again. "Where's Fred?" he asked as one of the elders stepped forward.
"She'll be here soon enough. At least we hope," she said with a smile.
Angel growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "I want her back now!" he cried.
The elder simple raised her hand and blew dust onto Angel. He gave her a look and opened his mouth to speak when pain shot through his body. He groaned out in pain because it felt as if his body was being pulling in two. Soon, the world went back again and he could feel himself falling to the floor.
Fred felt like she had been rowing for hours, not getting anywhere, not seeing anything other than water and darkness. She got thirsty and dipped her hand in the water, wanting to see if it was safe to drink, but every time she even touched it, the water began churning and the demon under the water roared.
It couldn't be the same one, could it? She had travelled so far it seemed even though it felt like she was getting nowhere. Was it following her? Had it left Angel behind, knowing he would think he was trapped, and come after her? Or was it magical, able to be anywhere in the water that it wanted, called by the movement of skin?
"I have to make it," she started saying to herself softly. "I have to make it for him. I love him. I have to save his soul. I love him. I have to set him free. Please let me help him. Please."
She kept talking to herself, like she had when she had been living by herself in Pylea before the Handsome Man had come and saved her from the monster. Now, she was going to save him from the monster inside himself, no matter if she had to row until the end of time. She would get there. She would save him.
Suddenly, land appeared in front of her, almost as though it had always been there, but she hadn't been allowed to see it. She started to row faster, still talking to herself, her "I love him" becoming a mantra.
Finally, the boat dragged along the waterbed, and when it hit shore, Fred jumped out, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. She couldn't see any lights, so she wasn't anywhere near the village, but she had to find it. Looking around, she finally found what looked to be a path, and taking a deep breath, she started down in, praying that it led her to the village.
Angelus stood from the ground and dusted himself off. About time someone came to their senses and took the soul out of him. He sniffed the air and turned to his left where he saw himself lying. But, it wasn't him. It was Angel, his altar boy half. He could smell his soul and it stank.
"Nice," he muttered before turning his attention to the elders. "Is this part of the little trail Angel and his little girlfriend is doing so Angel can screw her against his bedroom door without worrying about losing his precious soul." When the elders didn't answer him, Angelus lunged forward but was blocked by a magic field. "Cute."
Stepping away, he ran toward the door and was curious as to why he was being allowed to leave, but didn't really care. There were meals out there to be had. With a grin, Angelus moved toward a group of women but before he could, the world started to spin around him and he was suddenly standing in front of Fred.
Oh, he was going to have fun with her.
"Fred," Angelus purred as he moved closer to her. "I thought I would never see you." His fingers tangled in her locks and he groan when he heard the sound of her heart beating. "Angel doesn't know how to satisfy you, does he? Always so afraid to impale you with his cock." He ran his tongue over the pulse of her neck and laughed. "But I'm not afraid. I'm sure we can find a nice tree stump to bend you over."
When he appeared in front of her - out of nowhere - Fred gasped in surprise and was about to throw her arms around him when she realized something was wrong. This wasn't Angel. She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Angelus.
By the time, she realized, though, it was too late. He had his hands tangled in her hair and had his face at her neck. Her heart started pounding as her throat tightened. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Angelus was there, and he had her in his arms, and he was licking her and threatening to take her, and for a moment, she was afraid that this was going to be over before she ever had a chance to help him.
"Angel knows how to satisfy me," she told him though she couldn't stop her voice from quivering. "And he's going to get the chance. Not you!"
Concentrating, she said the spell that Wesley had taught her during the crossing from New York to England. A ball of fire formed in her hand, which she quickly lobbed into Angelus' face. When he loosened his grip on her, she kicked back at him and then ran like hell, sprinting up the path until she realized that she wouldn't be able to outrun him.
As soon as she turned a bend, she found a large tree with roots coming out of the ground and ducked beneath it. She shuddered as her head spun. She had to figure something out. She had to beat Angelus somehow.
"You bitch!" Angelus roared when Fred threw the fireball at his face. It had burnt his lips, and the girl had gotten away. He laughed and shook his head. "Didn't Angel teach you anything about vampires or was he too busy putting gel in his hair? He's ruined our image, you know. We used to be feared by he ruined it by falling in love!"
Angelus sniffed the air and grinned to himself. He stalked along the path, while humming to himself. "I wonder what Angelus would say if he knew what I'm smelling from you. You're turned on, aren't you Freddie? You want from me what Angel could never give you. I bet he's even afraid of getting hard out of fear of what might happened. He was always the weak one," he said as he moved over to the tree.
Before Fred could react, he pulled her out by the hair and smiled at her. "Hmm. Personally, I like my girls to actually have a chest, but who cares how big your rack is, eh? What I'm more interested in, is what's between your legs and your blood." He held her close to him, his own arousal thick in the air. "Now, which should I do first? Pillage the village or rape you?"
In the hole among the roots, Fred tried to gather her thoughts and figure out what she was going to do. The first thing she did was reach for the stake that she had put in her pocket before they had gotten out of the car earlier. It was then that she realized it wasn't there. The clan must have taken it when she had been unconscious.
For a moment, she panicked, not sure what she was going to do because now she had no weapon at all to use against Angelus, who she was sure had been released by the clan as some sort of sick joke, and here he was, looking for her, and she was hiding underneath the roots of some tree. It was then that she realized. A tree.
Reaching out, she broke off a sturdy part of the root that came to a point, grimacing at the cracking sound. She held still for a moment, wondering if he heard her.
Then she heard his voice, telling her that he could smell she was aroused. She made a face, wanting to yell at him that he could never turn her on, but instead she tried to stay completely still. When she heard the footsteps behind, however, she tried to crawl away, but he was too fast, pulling her out by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain. She kept hold of the stake in her hand, though - she wasn't going to give up the only weapon she had against him.
Squirming, she gasped when she felt him pressed against him, trying to get out of his grasp, fear filling her. How could the clan do this? How was she supposed to fight him on her own? He was stronger and had better smell. They had taken her only weapon, and now she was going to die...by him.
By him.
"Do you love him enough to die by him?"
Was she supposed to let him...? Oh god... How was she...? She couldn't. Could she?
Ceasing her squirming, she wrenched herself around, looking up into his eyes. "You're not Angel," she told him. "You're nothing more than stupid, evil son of a bitch who has made his existence a living hell, and I'm not going to let you do it anymore, even if it means I have to die to free him!"
She knew now that he was probably going to kill him, so she started reciting the spell that Wesley and Giles had found.
"Puternic de lumină, inimă eu chemare A permite meu dragoste ajutor this persoană A proteja pe el de la evil I a da înăuntru dragoste I a da fără teribil I a da so el Mai a fi drum liber!"
As she finished, she blindly thrust the makeshift stake at him, praying that it hit home.
Angelus growled. Fred was too mouthy and he needed to do something about that. But, before he could, she turned around and was facing him. A grin came over his face as she started to babble. “Of course, I’m not Angel. I’m much better than him.” He reached up to touch her but stopped when she started to chant something. Fred was going crazy!
He smirked at her as the chanting continued. Angelus could feel something tugging at him and he blinked. “What in the he--” Before he could finish, he felt something pierce his chest. He gave her a surprised look before turning into dust.
Back in the pub, Angel was waking up and he found himself on a path, looking at Fred. “Fred?” he whispered. He was confused as to what was going on. Carefully, he stepped forward and softly touched her cheek. “What happened?”
Before she could answer, Angel felt a pull again and soon they were in the pub again. He turned and looked at the clan. “Congratulation,” one of them said. “You’ve passed the trial. We’re quite impressed. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have other things to do. There’s rooms above the pub you can stay for the night. Please be gone by tomorrow.”
Angel blinked and watched them walk out before looking at Fred. “I-I guess that’s it?”
Fred almost fell over when Angelus disappeared, his question lost on the breeze rustling through the trees. Before she did, though, she caught herself, straightening up and looked over just Angel appeared out of nowhere. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he touched her - it was him. Had she passed the trial? Was Angelus gone for good?
She opened her both to explain, but before she could, they were standing in the back in the pub. Her eyes opened wide when the elders told them they had passed the trial, and she looked over at Angel.
"I...I think so," she said softly, moving up closer to him and running her hands up his chest. She looked up in his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I staked Angelus, but you're still here. That...that must have been what they meant by lifting the curse."
Suddenly, a young woman came into the room. "Excuse me. I've been instructed to show you to a room. Your friends have already been settled for the night."
As they followed the woman out of the room and up the stairs, Fred took Angel's hand, holding it tightly. Soon, they were stepping into a room together that had a bed with a rough-carved headboard, a small chest at the foot and a dresser. The door closed behind them, and she turned to look at him again, suddenly nervous.
They had waited for and fought for this moment, and suddenly, it seemed it was here.
"I love you," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.
It was finally over. After over a century of living with a cursed soul, Angel was free to love the woman in front of him. The demon inside of him had lessened and he could feel it. Did staking Angelus take away some of the pain the demon often inflicted on him? He still had Angelus' memories. Maybe he would discuss it with Wesley and Giles in the morning but right now Fred was kissing him.
"I love you too, Fred. I can never repay you for what you've done for me tonight," he whispered as his fingers ran over her warm cheeks. They were finally able to make love the way they wanted to, and he could feel himself stirring already. And, unlike all the other times, Angel allowed his arousal to rise.
Bending down, Angel captured Fred's lips against as he lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. He carefully laid her down and looked at her. Part of him was scared the curse hadn't been completely lifted but, he knew Fred would know what to do if Angelus rose again. Angel knew he was being silly but he still wanted to be cautious.
He got off the bed and pulled his shirt off. In all the months Fred and he had been together, she had never seen him naked. He couldn't risk the temptation of him being completely bare with her. Reaching down, he tugged his pants off, sighing when his erection sprung out of its tight confines.
Angel moved back to the bed then and slipped in beside Fred. He wanted to give her the chance to touched him the way she needed to, and take this at her pace. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hand over her neck.
As Angel touched her cheek, Fred closed her eyes for a moment. This was happening. This was really happening.
When he picked her up and set her on the bed, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, giving him a smile. She wanted to pull him down and give him another kiss, but before she could, he got off the bed. Pushing herself up slightly, she watched him instead as he started to take his clothes off. He had seen her naked several times, but this was the first time she would be seeing him - all of him. As his shirt fell to the floor, her eyes travelling over the definition of his chest and arms.
Then his pants followed, and Fred felt her breath catch in her throat. Oh God, he was so beautiful, she thought. She found that she was staring at him as he slipped back into the bed with her, echoing to her what she had just been thinking about him.
She could actually touch him, she realized. They didn't have to worry about whether things would get out of hand, whether the temptation would be too much.
Slipping her hand up his collarbone, she leaned foward and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. His lips were cool against hers and felt wonderful.
Slowly, cautiously, her hand moved down from his collarbone over his chest, tracing around his nipples. She then ran it back up to his shoulders and down his arms, then back up and down his sides. His stomach was flat and muscled.
Then she moved lower, breaking their kiss as her hand moved into the curls of hair around his cock. Carefully, she took his erection in her hand and began stroking it, looking down at it before looking up into his eyes, her heart beating loudly.
"I love you more than anything, Fred," Angel murmured after they'd broken the kiss. He watched as the small boat moved away from the shore. And he didn't move from his spot until it had disappeared in the night. Once it was out of sight, he stepped back and started to look around for something to fight the demon with. There had to be something there.
Suddenly, though, everything went completely black around him. Angel squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them he was in the pub again. "Where's Fred?" he asked as one of the elders stepped forward.
"She'll be here soon enough. At least we hope," she said with a smile.
Angel growled, his fists clenched at his sides. "I want her back now!" he cried.
The elder simple raised her hand and blew dust onto Angel. He gave her a look and opened his mouth to speak when pain shot through his body. He groaned out in pain because it felt as if his body was being pulling in two. Soon, the world went back again and he could feel himself falling to the floor.
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It couldn't be the same one, could it? She had travelled so far it seemed even though it felt like she was getting nowhere. Was it following her? Had it left Angel behind, knowing he would think he was trapped, and come after her? Or was it magical, able to be anywhere in the water that it wanted, called by the movement of skin?
"I have to make it," she started saying to herself softly. "I have to make it for him. I love him. I have to save his soul. I love him. I have to set him free. Please let me help him. Please."
She kept talking to herself, like she had when she had been living by herself in Pylea before the Handsome Man had come and saved her from the monster. Now, she was going to save him from the monster inside himself, no matter if she had to row until the end of time. She would get there. She would save him.
Suddenly, land appeared in front of her, almost as though it had always been there, but she hadn't been allowed to see it. She started to row faster, still talking to herself, her "I love him" becoming a mantra.
Finally, the boat dragged along the waterbed, and when it hit shore, Fred jumped out, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. She couldn't see any lights, so she wasn't anywhere near the village, but she had to find it. Looking around, she finally found what looked to be a path, and taking a deep breath, she started down in, praying that it led her to the village.
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"Nice," he muttered before turning his attention to the elders. "Is this part of the little trail Angel and his little girlfriend is doing so Angel can screw her against his bedroom door without worrying about losing his precious soul." When the elders didn't answer him, Angelus lunged forward but was blocked by a magic field. "Cute."
Stepping away, he ran toward the door and was curious as to why he was being allowed to leave, but didn't really care. There were meals out there to be had. With a grin, Angelus moved toward a group of women but before he could, the world started to spin around him and he was suddenly standing in front of Fred.
Oh, he was going to have fun with her.
"Fred," Angelus purred as he moved closer to her. "I thought I would never see you." His fingers tangled in her locks and he groan when he heard the sound of her heart beating. "Angel doesn't know how to satisfy you, does he? Always so afraid to impale you with his cock." He ran his tongue over the pulse of her neck and laughed. "But I'm not afraid. I'm sure we can find a nice tree stump to bend you over."
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Angelus.
By the time, she realized, though, it was too late. He had his hands tangled in her hair and had his face at her neck. Her heart started pounding as her throat tightened. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Angelus was there, and he had her in his arms, and he was licking her and threatening to take her, and for a moment, she was afraid that this was going to be over before she ever had a chance to help him.
"Angel knows how to satisfy me," she told him though she couldn't stop her voice from quivering. "And he's going to get the chance. Not you!"
Concentrating, she said the spell that Wesley had taught her during the crossing from New York to England. A ball of fire formed in her hand, which she quickly lobbed into Angelus' face. When he loosened his grip on her, she kicked back at him and then ran like hell, sprinting up the path until she realized that she wouldn't be able to outrun him.
As soon as she turned a bend, she found a large tree with roots coming out of the ground and ducked beneath it. She shuddered as her head spun. She had to figure something out. She had to beat Angelus somehow.
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Angelus sniffed the air and grinned to himself. He stalked along the path, while humming to himself. "I wonder what Angelus would say if he knew what I'm smelling from you. You're turned on, aren't you Freddie? You want from me what Angel could never give you. I bet he's even afraid of getting hard out of fear of what might happened. He was always the weak one," he said as he moved over to the tree.
Before Fred could react, he pulled her out by the hair and smiled at her. "Hmm. Personally, I like my girls to actually have a chest, but who cares how big your rack is, eh? What I'm more interested in, is what's between your legs and your blood." He held her close to him, his own arousal thick in the air. "Now, which should I do first? Pillage the village or rape you?"
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For a moment, she panicked, not sure what she was going to do because now she had no weapon at all to use against Angelus, who she was sure had been released by the clan as some sort of sick joke, and here he was, looking for her, and she was hiding underneath the roots of some tree. It was then that she realized. A tree.
Reaching out, she broke off a sturdy part of the root that came to a point, grimacing at the cracking sound. She held still for a moment, wondering if he heard her.
Then she heard his voice, telling her that he could smell she was aroused. She made a face, wanting to yell at him that he could never turn her on, but instead she tried to stay completely still. When she heard the footsteps behind, however, she tried to crawl away, but he was too fast, pulling her out by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain. She kept hold of the stake in her hand, though - she wasn't going to give up the only weapon she had against him.
Squirming, she gasped when she felt him pressed against him, trying to get out of his grasp, fear filling her. How could the clan do this? How was she supposed to fight him on her own? He was stronger and had better smell. They had taken her only weapon, and now she was going to die...by him.
By him.
"Do you love him enough to die by him?"
Was she supposed to let him...? Oh god... How was she...? She couldn't. Could she?
Ceasing her squirming, she wrenched herself around, looking up into his eyes. "You're not Angel," she told him. "You're nothing more than stupid, evil son of a bitch who has made his existence a living hell, and I'm not going to let you do it anymore, even if it means I have to die to free him!"
She knew now that he was probably going to kill him, so she started reciting the spell that Wesley and Giles had found.
"Puternic de lumină, inimă eu chemare
A permite meu dragoste ajutor this persoană
A proteja pe el de la evil
I a da înăuntru dragoste
I a da fără teribil
I a da so el Mai a fi drum liber!"
As she finished, she blindly thrust the makeshift stake at him, praying that it hit home.
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He smirked at her as the chanting continued. Angelus could feel something tugging at him and he blinked. “What in the he--” Before he could finish, he felt something pierce his chest. He gave her a surprised look before turning into dust.
Back in the pub, Angel was waking up and he found himself on a path, looking at Fred. “Fred?” he whispered. He was confused as to what was going on. Carefully, he stepped forward and softly touched her cheek. “What happened?”
Before she could answer, Angel felt a pull again and soon they were in the pub again. He turned and looked at the clan. “Congratulation,” one of them said. “You’ve passed the trial. We’re quite impressed. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have other things to do. There’s rooms above the pub you can stay for the night. Please be gone by tomorrow.”
Angel blinked and watched them walk out before looking at Fred. “I-I guess that’s it?”
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She opened her both to explain, but before she could, they were standing in the back in the pub. Her eyes opened wide when the elders told them they had passed the trial, and she looked over at Angel.
"I...I think so," she said softly, moving up closer to him and running her hands up his chest. She looked up in his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I staked Angelus, but you're still here. That...that must have been what they meant by lifting the curse."
Suddenly, a young woman came into the room. "Excuse me. I've been instructed to show you to a room. Your friends have already been settled for the night."
As they followed the woman out of the room and up the stairs, Fred took Angel's hand, holding it tightly. Soon, they were stepping into a room together that had a bed with a rough-carved headboard, a small chest at the foot and a dresser. The door closed behind them, and she turned to look at him again, suddenly nervous.
They had waited for and fought for this moment, and suddenly, it seemed it was here.
"I love you," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.
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"I love you too, Fred. I can never repay you for what you've done for me tonight," he whispered as his fingers ran over her warm cheeks. They were finally able to make love the way they wanted to, and he could feel himself stirring already. And, unlike all the other times, Angel allowed his arousal to rise.
Bending down, Angel captured Fred's lips against as he lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. He carefully laid her down and looked at her. Part of him was scared the curse hadn't been completely lifted but, he knew Fred would know what to do if Angelus rose again. Angel knew he was being silly but he still wanted to be cautious.
He got off the bed and pulled his shirt off. In all the months Fred and he had been together, she had never seen him naked. He couldn't risk the temptation of him being completely bare with her. Reaching down, he tugged his pants off, sighing when his erection sprung out of its tight confines.
Angel moved back to the bed then and slipped in beside Fred. He wanted to give her the chance to touched him the way she needed to, and take this at her pace. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hand over her neck.
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When he picked her up and set her on the bed, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, giving him a smile. She wanted to pull him down and give him another kiss, but before she could, he got off the bed. Pushing herself up slightly, she watched him instead as he started to take his clothes off. He had seen her naked several times, but this was the first time she would be seeing him - all of him. As his shirt fell to the floor, her eyes travelling over the definition of his chest and arms.
Then his pants followed, and Fred felt her breath catch in her throat. Oh God, he was so beautiful, she thought. She found that she was staring at him as he slipped back into the bed with her, echoing to her what she had just been thinking about him.
She could actually touch him, she realized. They didn't have to worry about whether things would get out of hand, whether the temptation would be too much.
Slipping her hand up his collarbone, she leaned foward and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. His lips were cool against hers and felt wonderful.
Slowly, cautiously, her hand moved down from his collarbone over his chest, tracing around his nipples. She then ran it back up to his shoulders and down his arms, then back up and down his sides. His stomach was flat and muscled.
Then she moved lower, breaking their kiss as her hand moved into the curls of hair around his cock. Carefully, she took his erection in her hand and began stroking it, looking down at it before looking up into his eyes, her heart beating loudly.
"Is...is this all right?" she asked softly.
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