Prompt 46 ~ Free for all ~ fic
Title: Festival of Lights
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: MA 15+ (R)
Word Count: 551
Prompt: 46 Free for all, Hanukah
Characters/Pairing: Willow, Angelus
The first night she’d thought nothing of it; a dead rose lying outside her front door. After all there were many logical and perfectly innocent ways it could have ended up there.
With each successive night a new and increasingly macabre gift lay waiting for her. Last night, the seventh since the gifts had commenced, it had been the partially decomposed corpse of a newborn-lovingly swaddled in a new and obviously expensive shawl and resting in a morbid mockery of sleep within a beautifully crafted old-fashioned carriage.
She wasn’t sure why she had kept quiet, carefully disposing of each of the ‘gifts’ without mentioning them to her friends or the watcher-she didn’t want to spoil the holidays for them, this was something she could deal with on her own. That’s what she told herself. And with her parents being away, despite the season, it wasn’t difficult to keep the events of the past week to herself.
There had been no gift tonight, although in truth she hadn’t expected to find one. She went about her nightly routine; showering, drying and brushing her hair until it gleamed then pinning it high in a sophisticated style before dressing in the beautiful floor-length silk negligee that Buffy had given her for her birthday. Stepping back from her dresser she paused to examine herself in the mirror, she had never been brave enough to wear it before now and she cast a clinical eye over the image before her; the soft, fine material clung to each curve. Translucent, even in the dim light of her room, it left very little to the imagination.
She felt his breath on her neck; his silent entrance startling her even though she had been expecting him. “I’ve come to give you your last gift,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down the smooth column of her neck, one hand coming to rest on her silk-clad hip.
Her breath caught, her breasts straining against the sheer material as his lips awoke in her a turmoil of desire. She nodded, unable to form the words that were ringing in her head. ‘I know. I’ve been expecting you. I‘m ready,’ her mind screamed.
His hand slid upwards, barely skimming the fabric and yet leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He thumbed one eager nipple and as her gasp of pleasure filled his ears and the sweet scent of her arousal permeated the air his fangs slid into her throat and he clutched her tightly to him. She tasted of sweetness and innocence, of passion and desire, of untapped power and ambition and he knew that with this girl by his side he would carve a swathe of destruction across the world far greater and bloodier than it had ever known.
He pressed a bloody wrist to her lips and smiled as he felt her drink greedily. ‘Yes, he had chosen well. What use had he for the broken remnants of his former family? A wheelchair bound invalid and a witless madwoman were of no use to him. This one, this new childe, was far more befitting of one such as he.’ He felt her heart falter then stop, and as she slumped lifelessly against him, he hoisted her in his arms and carried her out into the night.
Author: Always_jbj
Rating: MA 15+ (R)
Word Count: 551
Prompt: 46 Free for all, Hanukah
Characters/Pairing: Willow, Angelus
The first night she’d thought nothing of it; a dead rose lying outside her front door. After all there were many logical and perfectly innocent ways it could have ended up there.
With each successive night a new and increasingly macabre gift lay waiting for her. Last night, the seventh since the gifts had commenced, it had been the partially decomposed corpse of a newborn-lovingly swaddled in a new and obviously expensive shawl and resting in a morbid mockery of sleep within a beautifully crafted old-fashioned carriage.
She wasn’t sure why she had kept quiet, carefully disposing of each of the ‘gifts’ without mentioning them to her friends or the watcher-she didn’t want to spoil the holidays for them, this was something she could deal with on her own. That’s what she told herself. And with her parents being away, despite the season, it wasn’t difficult to keep the events of the past week to herself.
There had been no gift tonight, although in truth she hadn’t expected to find one. She went about her nightly routine; showering, drying and brushing her hair until it gleamed then pinning it high in a sophisticated style before dressing in the beautiful floor-length silk negligee that Buffy had given her for her birthday. Stepping back from her dresser she paused to examine herself in the mirror, she had never been brave enough to wear it before now and she cast a clinical eye over the image before her; the soft, fine material clung to each curve. Translucent, even in the dim light of her room, it left very little to the imagination.
She felt his breath on her neck; his silent entrance startling her even though she had been expecting him. “I’ve come to give you your last gift,” he murmured as he trailed kisses down the smooth column of her neck, one hand coming to rest on her silk-clad hip.
Her breath caught, her breasts straining against the sheer material as his lips awoke in her a turmoil of desire. She nodded, unable to form the words that were ringing in her head. ‘I know. I’ve been expecting you. I‘m ready,’ her mind screamed.
His hand slid upwards, barely skimming the fabric and yet leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He thumbed one eager nipple and as her gasp of pleasure filled his ears and the sweet scent of her arousal permeated the air his fangs slid into her throat and he clutched her tightly to him. She tasted of sweetness and innocence, of passion and desire, of untapped power and ambition and he knew that with this girl by his side he would carve a swathe of destruction across the world far greater and bloodier than it had ever known.
He pressed a bloody wrist to her lips and smiled as he felt her drink greedily. ‘Yes, he had chosen well. What use had he for the broken remnants of his former family? A wheelchair bound invalid and a witless madwoman were of no use to him. This one, this new childe, was far more befitting of one such as he.’ He felt her heart falter then stop, and as she slumped lifelessly against him, he hoisted her in his arms and carried her out into the night.