Gone with the man in the long black coat

[wickedslayer]

Just another fucking day. Another fucking day in the Cali State Penn and another fucking Bertha who wanted to throw down. What was it with these chicks? Didn't matter how many times I broke someone's wrist they always wanted to screw with me. One of these days my ass was gonna get jumped by about fifty of 'em and they were gonna get one up on me.

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[psycho_angelus]

Being human took some getting used to, but I was managing just fine. The best part was wandering around in the daylight. Hadn't felt the sun without bursting into flames in ages. And I can't remember the last time food had ever tasted so good. I was still strong, just not as powerful as my vampire self used to be. But I've always been good at adapting to new situations.

Gordon's credit cards had gone a very long way. I had money to play with, and picked up a few very handy items while I wandered the back streets of LA. If money didn't get me what I wanted, violence did. Amazing how fast someone will hand over what you want when they've got a knife buried deep in their guts. Of course, after you get it what you've came for, there's no point in leaving them alive.

All the demons and vampires seemed to have vanished. I wondered if there were more people like me wandering around. They were probably lost and confused, but I was having a blast. What I needed though, was someone to play with. Someone who had an appetite for violence and carnage that was just as voracious as mine. I could only think of one person who was perfect for the job. Faith. Just the thought of her made my cock twitch. Poor little girl, locked away in that big, bad jail. Had to do something about that right fucking now.

Couldn't go in with metal weapons, they'd be able to detect it, and just charging in would be foolish. Cops could take me down now a hell of a lot easier. So I used my brain, something Angel never did. If that Okie fuck McDonald could play lawyer, why couldn't I? Just need a suit and have to act like you're better than everyone else. Since I'm already better than just about anyone, all I needed was the suit.

I picked up a set of swords and knives that were carved from ivory, totally undectable. Strapped them to myself with duct tape, after all it is the miracle tool. Then I put my suit on and headed to the prison. When they informed me that she'd been fighting with other prisoners and was currently residing in solitary, I pitched a fit, demanding to see my client right now.

They let me look through the little window first and I could hear the guards snickering to themselves. Knew they'd probably been breaking her in for me, but the person I saw curled up in the cell filled me with a rage beyond anything. Fucking bastards.

I checked for cameras, didn't see any and let my coat slip off. With a smile, I pulled the swords loose and went to work. They never knew what hit them. I was very sure to leave them alive, because she would want to make them pay, finish them off. They were both pinned to the floor as I pushed the button to open the door.

"Faith? Baby, I've come to get you out of here." She moved a little closer and I could see bruises that hadn't healed. Guess I wasn't the only one who had changed. "Got you a present." I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the knives, tossing it at her feet. "You know what to do with that, don't you?" I moved to the side so she could see the guards. Removed the knife's twin from my other pocket, twirling it in my hand. "Come play with me."

[wickedslayer]

Saw someone look through the window and I just pulled my knees closer to my chest. Who was that? It was too dark to really see what was goin' on but suddenly I heard some kinda fight, commotion out in the hallway. It didn't happen very much but sometimes the guards got all pissed off and had a brawl with eachother. Maybe that was what it was. Maybe one of the other inmates busted on free and was causin' some trouble. But why would she come down here? Finally the door opened and a familiar silhouette was outlined in the light.

"Angel?" I asked carefully as I stood up and walked toward him. Maybe he knew that something had happened to me, my slayer powers got taken away and he was here to help me. Save me. Just like he always did. But it didn't seem right, especially when a knife clattered to the floor at my feet. Come play with him? What was that supposed to mean? Narrowing my eyes I glanced up at his face before peering around the corner. Both of the guards were moaning on the floor, looked like they had been stabbed a whole bunch. Angel looked different. I was confused.

"I know what to do." I admitted sullenly, before bending over and picking up the knife off the ground. Glancing up at him I saw him drinking me in with his eyes as I walked past him and looked down at one of the guards. Looking into his twisted face I could remember every single time he came in to say a special goodnight to his favorite prisoner. Favorite my ass.

This was confusing because Angel was still watching me. Wasn't I not supposed to kill people? That was what he wanted from me. But he killed bad things, and this guard was a bad fucking thing. Angel was still looking at me and I was breathing hard because I was confused and I didn't know what he wanted me to do. Finally it just built up to explode, and I slammed the knife down right into his crotch. Blood began to spurt everywhere but I just lifted my arm and stabbed him again. Again and again and again and I didn't think I would stop but suddenly a siren was going off. I still didn't stop until Angel's fingers clasped around my elbow and he yanked me to my feet and started pulling me to the door.

Wait. I hadn't even killed the other one yet. Did I do something wrong? Was that why my slayer powers went away? No. Angel'd help me get 'em back. He would. I knew he would.

[psycho_angelus]

I stood there and watched the emotions run across her face. She was confused, but then those wonderful killer instincts of hers took over and she started to stab the bastard over and over. The sound of the blood hitting the cement made me smile. Seeing her cut the fuck out of that guy was enough to make me want to slam her up against the wall and screw her brains out, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

Heard the siren and knew we had to leave right now. She wasn't what she used to be, but the woman was still a weapon. By the time I was done with her, Faith would almost be her old self again. Grabbed her by the elbow, and knew she wasn't done, but if more guards showed up, we'd both in trouble. Picked up my swords and almost dragged her down the hallway.

I was stronger than her now, and could inflict a lot of pain. But I could see she was still hurting from what had been done to her. "That was very good, Faith. You can make them all pay. The rules have changed now. Everything's different. You, me, the entire world is suddenly a new place. It's perfect for people like us."

Pulled her into another corridor, one I had looked up on the internet. You could find all kinds of neat shit there. Like how people escaped from various prisons around the country. "There's a door up ahead. Once we go through that, we'll be free of this place. I'll make everything better, I promise. You trust me, right?"

[wickedslayer]

"Perfect?" I looked up at him curiously as he kept propelling me down the hallway. I could walk, he didn't have to drag me. And what the fuck was he talkin' about? The world was different, perfect for people like us? Had he lost his mind? Had I lost mine? Not my mind, just who I was, who I was supposed to be. What was happening. This was all so fucking confusing.

He pulled me into another corridor and looked down at me seriously tellin' me he was gonna bust me out, that I should trust him. Course I trusted him, he didn't even need to ask. He was the only thing that I ever trusted anymore. There was always a reason when Angel was involved, even if you couldn't really see what the reason was. In the end? There always was one. I trusted him.

Suddenly another door opened and I heard guards coming down the hallway. My hand absently went to his chest and I froze. I felt something beating...his heart. Okay, something was happening or I was dreaming. Could be either or both. It was confusing.

"Your heart..." I barely got out before he grabbed my arm again and the two of us were runnin' for the door. No time for questions when you were escaping from a high security prison facility. Yanking it open I almost kissed the pavement when we got outside. Didn't have time though before we were both runnin' as fast as we could towards the parking lot. He practically shoved me inside some fancy lookin' convertable. Shiny.

"Ow." I muttered sitting up in the leather seats just as he jumped in the driver's side and started it up. Hey, the sun was out. His heart was beating and I'd lost my slayer powers.

What the fuck was goin' on?!

[psycho_angelus]

I love this fucking car. Started it up and I threw it into drive, pressing the gas to the floor. Swerved around a couple of cars, and hit a guy who was too slow to get out of my way. Asshole had better not have dented that bumper. Too bad I don't have enough time to put it in reverse and run him over.

When I turn to look at Faith, I've got a huge grin on my face because I am so damn pleased with how well things turned out. Not the body count I'd been hoping for, but still pretty good. "What's wrong?" I didn't see anything other than the bruises. Oh right, the sunlight wasn't making me burn up. "Told you, things have changed. My heart beats, and I can play in the sun. It's fucking wonderful."

I still had no clue why it had happened, but I wasn't going to give it much thought. Too many places to go, people to maim and kill. I took the exit for the highway and urged the convertable to go even faster. Needed to put a lot of distance between the prison and us. "You and I are going to have a blast, Faithy." She's got so much potential.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you're weak now, but I saw you with the guard. You've got power, but it's locked away inside. I'm going to help you bring it out again. You have to adapt to the way the world is if you want to survive."

[wickedslayer]

I frowned and sorta gaped at him as he mowed down some guy in the parking lot before pulling out into traffic, screeching tires and all. They weren't gonna catch us, not with the way he was drivin'. I was free. Freedom came at a price, and that was confusion cause I had no idea what the fuck was goin' on, and confused? Sorta lookin' like an understatement right now.

Holding on tightly to the door, as he swerved up the exit onto the interstate, the car goin' even faster as he weaved through the thick traffic that L.A. provided. Gonna have a blast? Well, actually that was kinda fun, but not the sorta fun we were supposed to be havin', right? He looked so happy though that...I didn't wanna argue with him. All the times he came to visit me in prison and his eyes were always dark with regret. Now there was a kinda light shinin' from them, and he was...smiling. He never smiled. Happy because he was human now. Well that was good for him, but where the fuck did that leave me, ya know?

"You mean....it's not comin' back?" I asked, a deep frown etched into my face as I looked up at him as he drove. I felt wicked guilty feelin' all upset about that, when clearly he was seriously happy to be human again. Wasn't this what he always wanted? Maybe I had to become a normal girl for him to get what he wanted and when I looked at it like that....it wasn't so bad. Because really I would probably chop my right arm off if I thought it would help Angel.

"Gonna be hard to get used to." Fiddling with the glove compartment I finally snapped it open and found a pack of cigarettes inside. Score.

[psycho_angelus]

"Don't have a clue. One minute I was a vampire, the next I was breathing. Can't find any demons, and I have to assume the vampires changed like me." I glance over as she digs come cigarettes out of the glovebox. "Don't smoke those, I've got something better." I flip the sunvisor down and a package fell into my hand. The guy I'd taken these from had told me they would 'blow my mind', but only if I blew him first. I'd hung him from the ceiling and slit his stomach open, smiling as he'd choked to death on his own blood.

"These are excellent. I swear, the one I had the other night made the paint on the walls talk to me." Had no idea what they were laced with, but they sure packed one hell of a punch. She couldn't recover like a Slayer any more, so seeing her buzzed out of her mind should be fucking hysterical.

Giving her a grin, I took one for myself and lit it with the car's lighter. The moment the smoke hit my lungs I could feel it start to work. Blew it out slowly. "Damn that hits the spot." Another long drag, swerved around someone who was going too slow for me, and then looked over at Faith. "If you could go anywhere in the world to make someone hurt for what they've done to you, where would you want to go?"

[wickedslayer]

I frowned down at the cigarette he'd handed me for a minute before shrugging and lighting it up with the same car lighter he'd just used on his. He was actin' really fucking strange, but I was pretty sure it was cause he was happy. I'd never seen him so fucking happy and it was makin' me happy too. So I smiled at him before I lit up the cigarette and took a deep drag. Only took the one drag for me to figure out it wasn't just tobacco I was smokin'. Something laced inside, or sprayed on the outside. Whatever. I trusted Angel, just like he asked me to. Always. Besides, regular cigarettes wouldn't make paint on walls talk to you. Least I was pretty sure.

I glanced up curiously when he asked me if I could go anywhere in the world and hurt someone, who would it be? The grin spread wider on my face and I was sure of it now. This was just a dream. I was still layin' passed out somewhere after my little run-in with Deb. Because this wasn't really happenin' to me. For me. Angel comin' for me, bustin' me out, gettin' me high, lettin' me get a little bit of revenge. I never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd go to Boston. And I'd split mum open end to end." I said in a dreamy voice as I took another long drag off of my cigarette. Definitely not just a cigarette, I was startin' to feel a little light headed and....giddy. Giddy wasn't something I usually felt at all. Couldn't remember the last time I was ever this happy. He just nodded at my statement and kept drivin', finally pullin' the car off of the interstate and slowin' down a little bit. Didn't know where we were, but we were outta the city. Nothin' but fields stretching out for as long as I could see.

I stared at the fields and then looked down at my prison jumpsuit. I hated this thing. It was covered in the guard's blood and I wanted it off, wanted it off now. Shaking my head I opened and closed my eyes once as the effects of whatever was in the cigarette started to kick in.

"Pull over." I requested, glancing back up at him. He gave me a look and kept driving. "Hey, pull over!" I demanded this time, and he gave me another look before pullin' the car over to the side of the road. My head was swimming now and I fell back into the seat as I looked up into his expectant face. Without much thought I pulled the prison jumpsuit off. It was itchy and I hated it. Covered in blood from that bad fucking thing. Hated it. Everythign was prettier when it was off, even him and I didn't think he could get any prettier.

Grabbing him by the back of his head I pressed my lips to his hard. What could I say? It'd been a long incarceration.

"When was the last time you had sex under the sun?" I asked him as I pulled away. Letting a small laugh escape I opened the car door and let my bare foot hit the pavement on the deserted road before I ran into the field. I wanted to play in them, make them part of me forever.

This had to be a dream.

[psycho_angelus]

Pull over? What the hell? I do what she says and giggle as Faith starts to strip down. This is some great shit, just look at her. I have got to get more of it in the next big city. A wicked smile spread across my lips as she stripped out of that ugly uniform. Not a stitch on underneath. Good thing I pulled over, or I would have wrecked us by now.

She kisses me hard before saying something about sex under the sun. When Faith takes off into the field, I sit there like a dumbass for a moment, tehn shut the car off and leap out after her, shedding clothes as I go. Free your mind and your body will follow or some shit. As I move, I try to come up with the answer to her question, but if you have to think about it, it's been too damn long.

The grass feels great under my toes once I kick my socks and shoes off. I swear I can hear the breeze talking to me when I catch up to her. I grab her arm, pulling Faith towards myself. Leaning in, I kissed her until we both needed to breathe. She tasted like the drugs, but there was something underneath it, a wild and untamed thing just itching to be let loose. "Gonna give you grass stains on your ass."

That stuck me as highly amusing and I laughed. Then I tilted back, letting the sun warm my skin. Spun in a circle until I grew dizzy and tumbled to the ground. Reaching out, I grabbed her ankle, pulling her on top of me. "Just look at you, you're fucking beautiful." Mine, all mine. When I get done, she's going to have grass stains all over the place, not just her ass.

[wickedslayer]

My smile just kept growing wider and wider as he spun around underneath the sun. He was so happy, it was makin' my heart swell like nothin' I'd ever felt before. Maybe that in part the drugs he'd given me. Whatever they were? We needed more. I wanted to feel this way forever. It took me years to find peace behind bars, and that was because all that noise? It wasn't peace, it wasn't redemption. This was. His hand clasped around my ankle and I fell down on top of him. That was it, all just skin. I thought I'd said that to someone once. Yeah, someone from a wicked long time ago.

Straddling him, I stopped for a moment and smiled down at him when he said I was beautiful. Well, no shit. I was wicked hot, I knew that. Just felt real good to hear him of all people say it. His heart was beating, and I wasn't strong anymore but that was okay as long as he was here and we could be this happy forever.

After a minute I pressed myself hard into him, my lips searching out his as my tongue entered his mouth. Could feel him growin' hard beneath me and my fingers were clawing scratching, trying to get at him. Hold him tighter to me, wanted all of him.

Finally I felt him push his way inside of me, and I arched my neck back lettin' the sun beat down on both of us. Baking under the warm rays as the sunflowers sang to us in the fields. This was about perfect harmony with nature. Did he feel it? Did he understand? By the smile on his face, I knew that he did. Moaning I let my head fall forward, dark hair falling into my face. Wanted more. Didn't think I'd ever have enough of him.

Leaning down again I moaned into his mouth and nibbled on his bottom lip as my fingers still scratched and clawed at him. More.

[psycho_angelus]

This is what the Sound of Music would have been if it was a porno. We've got the birds singing, the breeze blowing through the grass and making that neat whispering sound, and the sun is shining. All we need now is for some woman to sing a song about her favorite fucking things, strip down naked, and join us for a grand time.

I don't think I've ever seen her happy before. She's got a smile on her face that makes her almost glow as I push my way inside. I dig my fingers into Faith's hips knowing that this time the bruises will stay for a few days as a reminder that she's mine. Might not have all those slayer muscles, but she sure as hell feels great wrapped around my cock.

Kissing her again, I move one of my hands up to her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple before giving it a pinch. Love the way she gasps. "Come on Faith, let's show the flowers how to fuck." The flowers will be very jealous. Hell, even the damn grass should be jealous. I giggle as she grins down at me.

[wickedslayer]

Everything felt alive and little particles of air were makin' my skin tingle as I rode him harder and faster. My hands pressed into his chest, pushing him into the grass. I'd like to tear him apart and devour him so he could never ever leave. Always be a part of me. Didn't even care that I didn't have the muscles that used to make fucking so much fun. Because it was still fun, and I'd give up everything if I got to see him smiling in the sun's rays for the rest of my days.

Leaning down again, dark hair brushed against his bare chest as I locked my mouth onto his. Show the flowers how to fuck, but they already knew. They drew us here so they could watch, the sneakiest voyeurs that there ever was.

I bit down on his neck hard, drawing some blood into my mouth. Wanted all of him, every single square inch he possessed as my nails tore at his flesh. My tongue sliding across his throat and up towards his jawline until my mouth smashed down on his again.

I didn't think anything could ever feel this good as he continously raised his hips up, slamming into me deeper and harder. More. Had to have more of him.

[psycho_angelus]

She bites my neck and my back arches a little. I'd forgotten how sensitive human flesh was. Even the tiniest bit of pleasure or pain feels like so much more now. Her nails dig in and I suddenly need to have more control. We're both used to being on top, but I promised her grass stains, and I always deliver.

When we pull away for air, I dig my hands into her hips again and roll us over, making sure not to slam her body into the ground too hard. She's more breakable now, but in the state she's in, she wouldn't even feel it until later. Don't want to hurt her, she's been hurt a lot recently, needs to heal before I really start to play.

I can hear the sunflowers rattle in the breeze and it makes me giggle. "Hear that? They are appluding our performance. Let's see if we can make them give us a standing ovation." I start to move my hips faster as I bend down to nip at that pretty little throat of hers. She tastes so good. "Want the flowers to hear you scream my name." She still thinks I'm him, but she'll find out soon enough that I'm not.

[wickedslayer]

My back hit the grass hard and I wrapped my legs around his waist drawing him deeper into me as he thrust back and forth. Couldn't even hear what he was saying over the buzz of the air in my ear. My fingers trailed along the grass, and I opened my eyes and stared at the blue sky. The sun was beating down on us hard, and I didn't think I'd ever felt so warm or alive. Everything was pulsing even the grass underneath my fingers.

His teeth on my throat instantly brought me back to earth and I think that no matter how much power I lost or how many drugs I was on it always would. Instinct. Because of what he used to be, because of what I used to be. Because of what we were never gonna be again.

Picking my hands up from the warm grass, I dug them into his warm back instead, pulling him down even harder on me. He was so warm now, his heart pounding beneath his chest.

Letting my head fall back on the ground a wide smile broke out over my face, as I clenched down on him as hard as I could. It was sneaking up on me, just like it always did. Tingle in my toes, and then it spread like wildfire over my entire.

"Oh God..." I moaned, pulling his mouth down to mine again. "Angel." I breathed out into his mouth as I clenched down again and finally felt the wave of orgasm pass over me, surrounding me completely.

[psycho_angelus]

She said the wrong name, but it was the way she said it that made me go over the edge. I thrust deep inside of Faith, biting her lower lip as I came. Didn't really care too much for the taste of blood any more, but the violence still turned me right the fuck on.

Felt very weird to have to catch my breath, I was used to not having to breathe at all. But the moment I did, my hand came up and tangled in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her focus on my face. Even with the drugs in her system she could see the look I had in my eye. "You said the wrong name. Say the right one, Faithy."

I smiled and the expression on her face was priceless. Jerked on her hair again, this time hard enough to get a little gasp. My other hand came up and wrapped around her throat, fingers tightening just enough to show how serious I was. Nothing helps sober someone right the hell up than a nice dose of pain. "I'm waiting." And I have even less patience as a human than I did as a vampire.

[wickedslayer]

"What?" I asked just as his hand tightened in my hair and his other hand wrapped around my throat, putting pressure on it. Narrowing my eyes I automatically put one of my hands to his trying to pull it free but he just held on. Blinking I tried to focus on him deciding whether this was real or not. Maybe this was the part of the dream that turned into a nightmare.

He was waiting? Waiting for what? Suddenly I felt sort of panicked and wanted to push him off of me, scratch him, hurt him, beat him. But I couldn't do any of that because my slayer powers got taken away. Not fair. Sinking down into the grass, I kept trying to pry his fingers loose when I thought....maybe. No, that wasn't possible.

Then again it wasn't possible for a chick to lose her slayer powers, then get busted out by an ex-vampire, and do a lot of drugs and have sex in the grass. Wait. If you wanted to get technical it wasn't even possible to be a slayer or a vampire. Maybe I was crazy and this whole thing was one fucked up dream and I was gonna wake up in bed in South Boston any minute now. My head hurt, and I didn't know if it was the drugs, my confusion or his ever tightening grip on my throat.

"Angelus?" I barely breathed out, giving him a confused look. How? Why? Huh?