Fic: Moonstruck Ch. 5: Waiting For The Worms
TITLE: Moonstruck Ch. 5: Waiting For The Worms
AUTHOR: Mereneith
E-MAIL: mereneith@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/William
SUMMARY: Angelus stalks a young aristocrat, William Beauchamp, who is also a seer. He eventually drives the young man insane and turns him.
DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who wants to archive this can. Just let me know.
SPOILERS: None. Deviates far from canon.
WARNINGS: Violent vampire sex, blood play, torture, murder, rape, and lots of other nasty stuff. In this universe, vampire’s aren’t very nice creatures and Angelus is the worst of all.
DISCLAIMER: Angel, Spike and all other characters belong to Joss Whedon.
THANKS: Thanks to Buff, Helen and Ika for betaeing this chapter.
FEEDBACK: Constructive feedback loved and adored.
NOTES: Previous parts can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/sireandchilde/mers.html
Title belongs to Roger Waters, David Glimmer and the boys of Pink Floyd. I’m borrowing the title for this chapter from their song “Waiting For the Worms” off of The Wall.
Ch. 5: Waiting For The Worms
When Angelus arrived at his mansion on the opposite side of Kensington, he went straight to his chambers, carefully carrying his most precious object. Drusilla, the smart Childe that she was, had done and excellent job preparing his room.
The draperies of the massive four poster bed had been pulled back and it was dressed with blood red silk sheets. Candles had been lit throughout the room, causing soft patches of flickering light to dance around the room.
Angelus carried his unconscious burden into the bathroom. Drusilla had prepared the bath, and the water was still hot. Angelus stripped them both and then climbed into the tub with William. He thoroughly washed both of them.
Once William and he were dry, Angelus carried the still unconscious boy back into the bedroom. Angelus planned to drain the mortal, feed him his blood and then leave him on the bed to wake. He was not going to risk a burial. Angelus had both left Penn and Druscilla’s bodies for the authorities to find. Three nights later he had been at their graves waiting for his new Childer to rise. Burials were always risky. Some families opted for long wakes, which meant that the new vampire might rise in someone’s home. Or worse, the stupid family placed the “dead” body in the sun shine, thus instantly killing the vampire. Plus, graveyards were filled with lots of dangers for baby vampires - slayers, demons, clan-less vampires - just to name a few. Angelus was not going to risk William.
Laying the boy on his bed, Angelus laid down next to him and waited for the chloroform to wear off. It didn’t take long for William to begin to stir. He groggily woke up and tried to sit, but then fell back against the bed when his head throbbed in pain.
“Easy, now lad. Take yer time and let the drugs wear off.” Angelus could tell by the boy’s far off gaze that he barely registered him.
Angelus wanted the lad relaxed and submissive, not tense and flighty. So he rose and retrieved a bottle of sweetly scented oil. Returning to William’s side, he rolled the half conscious mortal onto his belly and then proceeded to slowly massage the boy’s perfectly sculpted body. As Angelus worked the tension out of each muscle, he could feel the boy slowly submitting to the Master Vampire’s will.
Once his back was finished, Angelus rolled William over and applied the same patient diligence to the front. “That’s it little one. Relax for Daddy. He be goin’ t’ take car of ye.”
When Angelus had finished, he sat down on the bed and admired the supine body laid out next to him. The young one had his eyes closed, his head tipped to the side, completely relaxed and vulnerable.
Crawling over William’s body, the dark-haired vampire rested his forearms on either side of William’s head and lowered himself onto the mortal. He took most of his own weight onto his arms, so as to not crush the boy.
He gently stroked his fingertips down William’s sharp cheekbone. “William, me boy, open yer eyes. Let me see those beautiful crystal pools.”
William complied, and stared up at his soon to be master looming over him. Angelus ground his painfully hard cock against the body beneath him. “Perfect,” he purred.
The young man stared up at his captor with sleepy eyes. “Hades said you would come for me. He and I had a nice chat over tea. Death wanted to join us for crumpets but Hades kicked him out. Though, it doesn’t matter ‘cause Mum already sold me to you and now you have come to collect your property. . . . Is it time for the coronation? The prince is ready for his crown so he can be a king.” William looked at Angelus thoughtfully. “I have nothing left to live for, so do it.” The last sentence was merely a whisper.
Angelus nuzzled into William’s neck. Bumping the boy’s jaw to the side with his nose, he licked up and down the elegant column. The large vampire wrapped an arm around the unresisting body and held him tightly, resting all of his weight on the slim man. Threading his fingers through William’s soft locks, he roughly yanked the obedient lad’s head back, exposing his neck.
With a snarl Angelus sank his fangs deeply into William’s neck. The young man screamed in pain and pleasure. He writhed against the demon above him, his body screamed to get away from this creature taking his life blood, while at the same time he was desperate to get closer to relieve the need that was filling his growing erection.
Angelus drank slowly, savoring the sweet taste of the mortal. William’s blood was like ambrosia to the male vampire. With a few quick thrusts against the boy’s thigh, Angelus spilled his seed all over the dying man.
The Scourge of Europe smiled as he drank, thinking of how he would be able to taste this blood whenever he wanted to, forever. William moaned and whimpered from the pleasure of the vampire feeding from him. Angelus could feel the boy’s pulse start to fade. Just before he heard the last beat of the dying heart, Angelus stopped drinking and retracted his fangs.
Sitting up, he pulled William into his lap. Angelus used a fingernail to slice open the vein of his left breast, which was located just above the nipple. He then pulled the dying boy’s head down, pushed a finger into the lad’s mouth to open it, and placed the now open mouth over his nipple.
“Feed, William. Take me gift that I am givin’ t’ ye, me little one. Me Nuabheirthe.” Angelus purred softly, while stroking his Childe’s head, encouraging him to breast-feed.
“That’s it. That’s me little beauty.” The master vampire cooed as William suckled his blood covered nipple.
It was over all too quickly for Angelus’ liking. After a few brief moments, William’s heart gave out and he collapsed against Angelus, dead.
The soon to be father, cleaned up his newborn. Then he tucked the boy and himself under the heavy comforter and waited for his Childe to rise.
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Gaelic: Nuabheirthe = newborn