Prompt Table #2 - Song Titles - A Different Crime of Passion
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Title: A Different Crime of Passion
Author: anamcara420
Characters: Angelus and William
Prompt Table # 2 - Song Titles
Prompt: #12 Crime of Passion
Word count: 679
Rating: PG
Summary: Angelus discovers another meaning for the phrase crime of passion.
Author’s Notes: This is not canon. It is a scenario that I prefer to imagine.
Crime of Passion. Headlines in the penny papers screamed Murder, Crime of Passion. Stalking the gentle young man would lead to a crime of passion. Angelus didn’t usually think of his actions as crimes. He was a demon, an extraordinarily vicious demon true, but it was in the nature of a vampire to assuage his physical needs and sensual appetites by drinking the lifeblood of a human, and it was far more pleasurable when it was during penetration, especially of a luscious young woman.
But this boy intrigued him; touched him somehow. He was pale, slender, and obviously gentle. He had light brown hair that flopped over his spectacles. Angelus knew he was unhappy as he often sat alone on park benches, beneath the lamplight, scribbling in a notebook. He continuously thrust his pencil into his mouth and the vampire’s cock hardened uncomfortably as he imagined the boy’s lush mouth around it.
Angelus had followed him for a week. He’d done that only once before, with Drusilla, but she was harder to get alone. This boy was always alone. Angelus had shocked himself when he felt sorry that the boy seemed never to have companions. Recognizing this compassion as a dangerous, human weakness, he quickly plucked a young boy from an alley and vindictively tore his throat and fed. He had not been sated and dragged a cabby from his coach, ripped his throat brutally and drained him, dumping him in the refuse of the street to be eaten by rats.
Darla noticed his distraction and wasn’t pleased. He suffered her wrath as she tied him to the bedposts and lashed his back to shreds. This wasn’t the first time that his Sire had committed this crime of passion. She wouldn’t tolerate his inattention. He couldn’t follow the boy that night. The next evening a coach arrived at the home they had commandeered, and Darla and Drusilla, along with their boxes and bags, departed for a visit to the master.
“Perhaps you’ll miss me, Angelus. Perhaps when I return you’ll be more attentive.” She spoke quietly, each word a dagger of warning.
Angelus nodded and moved to kiss his her good-bye and she turned away. As soon as the coach was out of sight, he hurried to the streets near the park where he usually saw the boy. He was there! Angelus hid in the shrubbery near the bench and heard his sobs and saw his body trembling. He found himself furious at whoever hurt the young man. He stood and walked quietly toward the bench. The boy didn’t hear his footsteps.
“May I help you?” Angelus asked softly.
The boy jumped and tried to wipe his tears. “No…no…thank you…you’re kind…no…”
Angelus had no beating heart. He had never felt any sympathy for his victims - until now. It puzzled him greatly. He wanted this boy…wanted him desperately.
The young man began to speak haltingly. “Cecily…she said…I was beneath her. She…hated my poem and the others…laughed…” He sat up and stiffened his back. He flushed, embarrassed by his confidence to a stranger. He dared to look at Angelus and the vampire was startled by his brilliant blue eyes still swimming in tears. He lowered his head and mumbled. “I’d…I’d like to go away…but…my mother is ill. I wish I could escape…”
“I’m sorry for your trouble. Those people are not your friends. I’m alone tonight. Why don’t you come home with me? I have many books of poetry in my study.”
The boy looked up at him with longing and Angelus felt his passion flaming but he also felt something else…a sudden need for the young man’s soothing company. He didn’t care about the ill mother. He wanted this boy for himself.
“Really? I’d like to go with you. My name is William.” He put his hand out for the vampire to shake. Angelus reached for the offered hand, leaned in and drew the boy to him. He committed another crime of passion but he wouldn’t drop this dead body in the street. This one he would take home forever.
Title: A Different Crime of Passion
Author: anamcara420
Characters: Angelus and William
Prompt Table # 2 - Song Titles
Prompt: #12 Crime of Passion
Word count: 679
Rating: PG
Summary: Angelus discovers another meaning for the phrase crime of passion.
Author’s Notes: This is not canon. It is a scenario that I prefer to imagine.
Crime of Passion. Headlines in the penny papers screamed Murder, Crime of Passion. Stalking the gentle young man would lead to a crime of passion. Angelus didn’t usually think of his actions as crimes. He was a demon, an extraordinarily vicious demon true, but it was in the nature of a vampire to assuage his physical needs and sensual appetites by drinking the lifeblood of a human, and it was far more pleasurable when it was during penetration, especially of a luscious young woman.
But this boy intrigued him; touched him somehow. He was pale, slender, and obviously gentle. He had light brown hair that flopped over his spectacles. Angelus knew he was unhappy as he often sat alone on park benches, beneath the lamplight, scribbling in a notebook. He continuously thrust his pencil into his mouth and the vampire’s cock hardened uncomfortably as he imagined the boy’s lush mouth around it.
Angelus had followed him for a week. He’d done that only once before, with Drusilla, but she was harder to get alone. This boy was always alone. Angelus had shocked himself when he felt sorry that the boy seemed never to have companions. Recognizing this compassion as a dangerous, human weakness, he quickly plucked a young boy from an alley and vindictively tore his throat and fed. He had not been sated and dragged a cabby from his coach, ripped his throat brutally and drained him, dumping him in the refuse of the street to be eaten by rats.
Darla noticed his distraction and wasn’t pleased. He suffered her wrath as she tied him to the bedposts and lashed his back to shreds. This wasn’t the first time that his Sire had committed this crime of passion. She wouldn’t tolerate his inattention. He couldn’t follow the boy that night. The next evening a coach arrived at the home they had commandeered, and Darla and Drusilla, along with their boxes and bags, departed for a visit to the master.
“Perhaps you’ll miss me, Angelus. Perhaps when I return you’ll be more attentive.” She spoke quietly, each word a dagger of warning.
Angelus nodded and moved to kiss his her good-bye and she turned away. As soon as the coach was out of sight, he hurried to the streets near the park where he usually saw the boy. He was there! Angelus hid in the shrubbery near the bench and heard his sobs and saw his body trembling. He found himself furious at whoever hurt the young man. He stood and walked quietly toward the bench. The boy didn’t hear his footsteps.
“May I help you?” Angelus asked softly.
The boy jumped and tried to wipe his tears. “No…no…thank you…you’re kind…no…”
Angelus had no beating heart. He had never felt any sympathy for his victims - until now. It puzzled him greatly. He wanted this boy…wanted him desperately.
The young man began to speak haltingly. “Cecily…she said…I was beneath her. She…hated my poem and the others…laughed…” He sat up and stiffened his back. He flushed, embarrassed by his confidence to a stranger. He dared to look at Angelus and the vampire was startled by his brilliant blue eyes still swimming in tears. He lowered his head and mumbled. “I’d…I’d like to go away…but…my mother is ill. I wish I could escape…”
“I’m sorry for your trouble. Those people are not your friends. I’m alone tonight. Why don’t you come home with me? I have many books of poetry in my study.”
The boy looked up at him with longing and Angelus felt his passion flaming but he also felt something else…a sudden need for the young man’s soothing company. He didn’t care about the ill mother. He wanted this boy for himself.
“Really? I’d like to go with you. My name is William.” He put his hand out for the vampire to shake. Angelus reached for the offered hand, leaned in and drew the boy to him. He committed another crime of passion but he wouldn’t drop this dead body in the street. This one he would take home forever.