Pygmalion Part II: All Hallow's Eve
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Title: Pygmalion Part II: All Hallow's Eve
Pairing: Angelus/Darla
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: Violence, and this story is also about trying to dominate someone. Not as much physcially mostly emotionally.
Summary: Sequal to Fair Trade. AR AtS 5. Angelus was never resouled in Season 4, and he is now the new CEO of Wolfram & Hart. As part of his insentives package, he asked for Darla. But instead of bringing her back from the dead, the Senior Partners sent Angelus back in time to 1603 so that he could kidnap Darla before she became a vampire.
Disclaimer: This all belongs to Joss and ME, and Fox. I just play with them for fun.
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shanmara
Pygmalion Part II: All Hallows Eve
Angelus smiled as he entered the bathroom. Darla was in the tub, eyes closed, completely unaware of his presence. His eyes ran over her body, delighting in the way her breasts bobbed above the water with every breath she took. He still couldn't fathom how Angel had managed to resist Darla in her human form. Luckily Wolfram & Hart had given him a second chance.
He sat down on the edge of the tub, still moving silently so that she didn't know he was there. Watching her like this always aroused him. Although there were security cameras in every room of the apartment and he had the feed sent directly to his computer, remote surveillance couldn't compare to being this close to her.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped as she saw him looming above her. His semi-hard cock came fully awake as her heart started pounding in her chest, and he could smell just a tiny hint of fear.
But the best part was that her green eyes stared at him defiantly. He could see the hatred and he reveled in it. There would be plenty of time for her devotion once he had turned her, but for now he enjoyed her rebellion.
"Did I startle you, Darla?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeve.
"Elizabeth, my name is Elizabeth," she answered.
Her answer annoyed him. She surrendered to him in so many pleasing ways, and yet she clung to her old name, refusing to accept that Darla was who she really was. Not that he'd ever bothered to explain that to her. He'd left her mostly in the dark as to why he'd kidnapped her.
When Wolfram & Hart offered to make him CEO, he had asked for one thing extra; to have Darla brought back. As it turned out they couldn't do that, she'd been pulled between life and death too many times. Instead they sent him back in time, so that he could seduce and bring back the human woman who would one day become Darla.
All things considered it was a much better deal. This woman, this Darla, would never know about the soul, or Angel, or even the Master. She would be Angelus' completely.
Instead of punishing her for refusing to accept the name, he decided to remind her just how much she belonged to him. He reached down to cup one of her breasts. His thumb circled the nipple until it hardened and he elicited a moan from her.
He smiled. Her spirit might still fight him, but her body was completely his. Before he had abducted her, he had seduced her. Treated her better than any man had ever treated her before, and awakened her body to all the passions and desires he knew from experience lay buried there. He knew her body better than she did herself, and he could bring her off every single time.
She hated him for that. He could see it in her eyes after every orgasm. Angelus didn't mind, it just made it all the sweeter every time she came.
He stopped teasing her nipple to let his finger tips trail down her body. Her legs parted slightly, and he let his hand fall between them. Gently he traced the outline of her sex. Her eyes closed and her body trembled as his cool fingers moved against her skin under the hot water.
"There's my girl," he coaxed her.
She tried to move against his hand, seeking more than the light contact, but as she pressed forward, he pulled back, not allowing her anything more than he was willing to give. He simply circled the area around her clit, denying her the fuller contact she desired.
"My, my, you are a lusty little whore aren't you?" He loved playing with her. "Or is it just for me?"
"Just for you," she admitted.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he continued to tease her.
She nodded.
"Then tell me," he ordered.
"I want you to fuck me," she said obediently.
He smiled. "Not good enough. I need to know who I'm supposed to fuck. Tell me you want me to fuck Darla."
Her eyes shot open and she fixed him with a gaze every bit as icy as the ones he remembered from his Sire. Instead of speaking, she pulled away from him and got out of the tub.
Angered, he waited until both her feet touched the tile floor before grabbing her and forcing her back against the wall. She didn't try and fight him. It was one of the most infuriating things about her. She might resist him in other ways, but she never fought him physically. It was a shame really, as he thought about what it would be like to hold her struggling body down, and how her pussy would feel as she tried to keep him out.
He lifted her up, so that she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist or leaving them dangling uselessly in the air. He was about to reach down and try and fumble his fly open, but she beat him to it.
He looked at her in surprise, and she smiled at him. "This is what you want right?"
Angelus found himself without an answer. What he wanted from her was too confusing. He wanted to break her, and he wanted her strong. He wanted her to beg to be fucked, but he also wanted to force her. He was supposed to be punishing her, but the moment her warm little hand closed around his cock, he couldn't think how to do that without denying himself.
So he didn't.
He thrust inside her, groaning as her hot wet depths welcomed him. Human or vampire, there was always something familiar and irresistible about Darla.
But she was human, and he couldn't slam into her the way he wanted. Rough as he was, every thrust was tempered with a bit of restraint. After all, any man could hurt her, but Angelus held the special privilege of being the only one to ever please this Darla.
He looked into her eyes, and she smiled wickedly at him, in perfect image of his Sire. Then she squeezed her inner muscles, causing him to cry out as he nearly lost control.
That's when it became a competition to see who could make the other one come first. Angelus quickly became aware of just how observant Darla had been. She had obviously paid attention during every one of their trysts, and she nearly had him when she flicked her nail across one of his nipples.
But in the end Angelus had the unfair advantage. The young prostitute's few years of experience could never compare to the centuries that Angelus had, and at least one of them had been spent worshiping another version of this same body.
Still, he only won by a hair, and was grateful when he felt her body shuddering with pleasure so that he could give into to his own climax.
For a moment he just held her there, pinned against the wall, enjoying the smell of her skin, and the beating of her heart. Then he let her feet touch the floor once again as he wrapped her in a towel, carried her back into the bedroom, and deposited her on the large bed.
She looked with interest as she saw the box he had left for her there.
"For me?" she asked coyly.
"Open it," he told her.
She lifted the lid and pulled out the Venetian mask that lay inside. It was red with gold trim and the imp like features suggested a devil.
She picked up the mask, and held it in front of her face, letting the towel fall away to expose her nudity once again.
"Is that how you want me to look?" she asked, amused.
Actually she looked damn fuckable with nothing but the mask on. But that wasn't the point.
"There's a party tomorrow night, a masked ball," Angelus explained. "I want you to go with me."
The truth was he would give anything to be able to get out of Wolfram & Hart's annual Halloween party. It would be nothing but lesser demons sucking up to him, and more powerful ones expecting him to suck up to them. Not his idea of fun at all, but the Senior Partners had made it clear that he had to attend.
Brining Darla along would at least give him some sort of distraction. And it was about time he exposed her to a little of the outside world.
"Of course I'll go," she told him, although she looked a bit surprised.
"Good, there's just one thing. Like I said there's going to be costumes and. . . many of the guests like looking as monstrous as they can. There's sort of a demonic theme."
He wasn't sure if she would really buy that once she saw all of the demons present, but sooner or later she had to be exposed to the rest of the world, at least if Angelus was to make her his mate. It was better to get her started now.
"I am not a woman who is faint of heart," she told him. "You need not worry about me fainting and causing a stir."
Angelus smiled. His trap was set, now he only had to wait and see if she took the bait.
"Good," he said he pushed her back down on the bed, unable to resist her naked flesh any longer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure my hair is fine?" Elizabeth asked Angelus nervously as her hands rose to check that the red feathers were securely pinned to her hair. For the hundredth time she wished her vanity included a mirror.
She was excited about the party, and wanted Angelus to see how much trouble she'd gone to, to prepare herself. Not because she had any interest in Angelus' friends, but being outside and around other people might finally give her a chance to escape.
So far she had found no way out of the apartment Angelus had trapped her in. No one but him came to see her, and he always made sure the door was locked. Food was brought up to her regularly by means of a dumb-waiter, but there was no way she could escape through that tiny space.
"You look beautiful," he told her, offering her his arm.
For once he wasn't dressed in one of his strange suits, but in what she thought of as a gentleman's proper attire. The black and silver of his suit complimented the red and gold of her dress nicely. As did a black half-mask was tied across his face. She imagined they made a beautiful couple.
"There's just one more thing you need," he told her.
He went to retrieve small bag he'd brought with him to her apartment. He reached inside and pulled out a strange series of leather straps.
"Lift up your skirts," he told her.
Confused, and a little anxious she did as she was told. He knelt down and began to buckle the device around her waist and thighs. As he fastened it about her, she could feel something smooth and hard press against her sex.
"It's called a butterfly," he explained as he let her skirts fall back into place.
Then he took something small and black out of the bag. He pressed his thumb against the device and she gasped with pleasure as the butterfly vibrated against her.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good. You see, You'll probably be confused by much of what goes on tonight. Don't worry, you don't really have to talk to anyone, just look pretty. And the better you behave, the more of this," another pleasant vibration passed through her. "You'll receive. Of course it's important that you don't let on about our little game, understand?"
She nodded.
"All right then, shall we?" he said palming the device in his left hand as he held out his arm to her.
Gratefully she accepted. She was eager to finally see beyond the walls of her prison.
As Angelus unlocked the door she looked eagerly for some sign as to where she was. She had been unconscious when he had brought her here, and although she found it hard to imagine that her prison was in Virginia, she couldn't think of any way he could have taken from from the colony in the brief time she had been knocked out.
But on the other side of the door, there was nothing but another door without any kind of handle. Angelus pushed a small button next to the door which lit up. A moment later the doors slid apart magically to reveal a box big enough to hold several people.
To her confusion he led her inside the box.
"It's an elevator," he told her as if that would explain everything.
The doors closed behind them, and he hit another button. A moment later the doors slid open, but this time they revealed a completely different room.
She swallowed nervously, remembering how Angelus had called himself a demon when they had first met. She had grown accustomed to the strange lights in her apartment that burned without fire, but this was only further proof that devil seemed to have come for her at last.
She didn't have much time to take in her new surroundings. Angelus was leading her towards a final door, and she could hear the sounds of strange music coming from the other side.
Nothing could have prepared her for what was beyond that door. It was a confusion of bodies and sound. The music seemed to pound through her body, and it took her a moment to realize that the writhing bodies under the moving colored lights were dancing and not engaging in intercourse.
And then there was the clothing, or rather the lack of it. Elizabeth didn't think she'd ever seen so much flesh all at once in her life. The costumes were bizarre, and many of them so detailed that that she almost doubted they were really human.
Overwhelmed by the sights and sounds she gripped Angelus' arm tightly, suddenly afraid that he would abandon her in the middle of the cacophony.
He looked down at her, and whispered in her ear, "I hate these things too." She almost would have described his tone as tender, if she had thought he was capable of it.
She took a deep breath and smiled, letting him know she was ready to be led further into the room. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Although she quickly became convinced that most monstrous of the guests could not be human, as long as she pretended they were, she got along rather well.
A scantily clad woman unsurprisingly named Eve guided them through the party, introducing Angelus to the other guests. She didn't seem to like Elizabeth, and never added her to the introductions, but that was fine with Elizabeth. She was more than happy to be ignored by the monstrous guests.
Angelus was obviously bored as well, and the more boring the guest he was speaking to, the more he played with the control for the butterfly. It was torture, not just because she had to fight to keep from revealing what it was he was doing to her, but because each vibration made her want Angelus more. More than once she thought of begging Angelus to leave so that he could fuck her and she hated that. She knew she was loosing herself to him, and there didn't seem to be a way to stop it.
As one of the more monstrous guests leered at her, she only wanted to hide in the safety of Angelus' arms. And she knew she had to escape soon, before she started seeing her captor as her savior.
Finally her chance came, in the form of a waiter who was forced to pass very close to her in order to make it through the press of guests. Using her skirts as cover, she managed to reach out her foot and trip him. His tray of drinks spilled down the front of her dress.
"Idiot!" Angelus cursed.
The waiter tried to stammer out an apology, as he handed Elizabeth cocktail napkins to clean herself off with. But Angelus grabbed him by the chin and twisted his head so that his neck snapped. Angelus let the dead body simply fall to the ground at their feet as if it were nothing.
Elizabeth's eyes went wide and her heart started to pound in her chest. Any moment she expected a commotion and for the crowd to turn against Angelus. But no one seemed to care that Angelus had just murdered a man.
Angelus grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. For a moment she panicked, trying to pull away, thinking that he was going to kill her as well to cover up the crime. Instead he bent his head, and licked the spilt champagne from her flesh.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, made more frantic by the restrictive nature of her corset. She was stiff with fear in his arms. She had seen men die before, but never with so little notice given to their passing.
He paused once he was halfway up her throat, sucking at her pulse point. As he pulled the flesh into his mouth she thought she heard him growl.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked when he finally pulled away.
She looked up and could see that behind his mask, his eyes had turned golden.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You should clean yourself up. The bathroom is over that way. Down the hall, second door on your right," he told her gesturing.
Trying to regain her composure she tore her gaze away from his inhuman eyes to look where he was pointing. The path he indicated would take her right by another set of elevator doors. Over the course of the evening she had noticed many of the guests entering and exiting through those doors.
She nodded to him, "I'll be back shortly," she told him, hoping that he couldn't hear the nervousness in her voice.
She let go of his arm and slowly made her way through the crowd. She had only made it a few steps when she was hit by the desire to run back to Angelus. He was terrifying yes, but he was also familiar. She felt adrift among these strangely dressed people and beasts, and she longed for the security of his arms.
But each step she took away from Angelus seemed easier than the last. She had survived the passage across the ocean and had prospered on the edge of the wilderness in the New World. Whatever lay ahead, Elizabeth was confident she could survive it.
She looked over her shoulder, but Angelus had his back turned to her, and if she was lucky, the number of people between them would slow him down if he noticed her attempt at escape.
There were two buttons in front of the elevator, and she took her best guess and hit the one that pointed down. As one of the less human looking guests pressed past her, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice. If she was in some sort of hell, shouldn't she travel up instead?
Then the doors slid open and she left her doubts behind as she stepped into the box. She scanned the rows of buttons quickly deciding on the one below the '2' which was labeled 'L' and had a star by it. She didn't know what the numbers meant but she hoped the star indicated something good.
It seemed to take an eternity for the doors to close, and once they had, it seemed to take even longer for them to open again. When they did, the first thing she saw was freedom. Across a large room were glass doors that opened out into the night.
She lifted her skirts and ran, terrified that at any moment it would all be snatched away from her. She was only a few steps away from the doors when a sudden vibration from the butterfly caused her to stumble. A strong arm was there to catch her about the waist. She didn't have to turn to know who it was holding her tightly.
"This isn't the right way," Angelus said as he pulled her against him.
Tears began to roll down her face as she realized that she'd lost her chance at escape.
"I must have become lost," she said, trying to keep from sobbing as she looked at the street only a few steps away.
"Well, it's a good thing I found you," he said pulling her back towards the party.
In his other hand he held a champagne bottle that he had liberated and he took a swig before asking her, "Do you know how delicious you are right now? Fear, tears, and desire all rolled together." He paused, then smiled. "Well, at least I can taste two of them right now."
The elevator doors slid open and he led her back inside.
"Take off your mask," he told her.
Her trembling fingers obeyed. She didn't know what punishment lay ahead of her, she only hoped she could find some way to mitigate it.
She pulled the mask away from her face and he bent down to lick the tears from her cheeks. Her back was pressed against the wall and he forced her skirts up. She gasped as she felt the mouth of the champagne bottle push inside of her.
The slide of cool glass inside her was calming. It was a familiar sort of perversion. It grounded her and reminded her of who and what she was; a whore.
Calming her erratic breathing she tried to take back control of the situation the only way she knew how.
"It's not enough."
"Hmm?" his breath tickled her cheek.
"The bottle. You can't satisfy me with it. I'm too used to your sizable member."
He pulled back to regard her features. "Is that so?" He smiled. "Who said I was trying to satisfy you?"
The elevator doors opened up into the party once more. But Angelus kept her pinned to the wall. He didn't seem to care if anyone could see what he was doing to her. She tried to calm her nerves at the public display of lewdness not wanting to let him know how much it bothered her. Sex might be her profession, but she always understood that she was only tolerated as long as she kept out of the public eye.
After another moment Angelus released her and withdrew the bottle before bringing it to his lips to take a large swig.
"Far be it from me to deny a lady," he told her as he led her back into the party.
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Angelus wondered how mad the Senior Parters would really be if he killed Eve. He'd been a good boy, made nice with all the important clients and shook hands with everyone he had to. Now all he wanted to do was whisk Darla off so he could finish his night with her. By pretending to let her escape, he had worked her up into a perfect state of fear, arousal, and despair and he didn't want to miss out on that now.
But Eve intercepted him on the way back to his private elevator and insisted that he couldn't just leave. He had to spend at least another half hour at the ridiculous party.
"Mingle, have some fun" she said before returning to the crowd.
Even if Angelus had been the sort to mingle, that wasn't possible. Not with Darla in the state she was in. She was the perfect cocktail and of terror and desire, and he wasn't the only demon who was drawn to her. He could see their hungry eyes crawling over her flesh.
He quickly escorted Darla away from the main crowd. He settled onto a couch, pulling her into his lap. For a moment he just sat there are watched her. Her green eyes, still glistened with tears, but he could see her slowly regaining her composure. Her head was held high as if by force of will alone she could change whatever punishment he was about to give.
Of course he didn't intend to punish her. She'd behaved exactly how he had hoped, and he knew that waiting for the discipline would get under her skin.
He raised the bottle to his lips, relishing the way the champagne mixed with her juices, and the salt of her tears on his tongue.
"I'm going to kill you, you know?" he said calmly as he set the bottle aside.
She turned to meet his gaze, "Yes, I suppose I do."
Angelus noted a small group of lesser demons and a few vampires had gathered near by and were trying to appear as if they weren't watching. Angelus knew them for what they were, scavengers. Hyenas, waiting for the lion to be done with his prey so they could pick through the scraps and the bones.
Angelus' cock twitched with excitement. Maybe Eve wasn't so bad after all. He had been intent on smuggling Darla out of the party because his Sire would never let him have any proper fun out in public. The only audience she would ever allow for there more licentious behavior was victims on their way to the slaughter.
But this wasn't his Sire. This Darla could be forced to do what he wanted, where and when he wanted it.
His hand rose to her throat, which he had always found so sensual and delicate.
"I could do it right here, right now, and no one would notice or care," he told her. "But maybe you'd like to earn yourself another night to live?"
At took her only a moment to untangle his words, and then she leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders are she turned so that she was straddling him.
"Here? Like this?" she asked.
He could see a bit of courage returning to her. It was charming the way she thought she could use sex to turn his head. Of course it was in his libido's best interest to let her believe that. It wasn't as if she could know that what he craved the most was the blood that was rushing wildly through her veins.
In his left hand he was still palming the remote for the butterfly, and he answered her with a pleasant buzz. Then he reached for the champagne again, enjoying the Darla flavored liquor as she reached between them to undo the front of his trousers.
He lay back, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa. He groaned as she impaled herself on his cock, surrounding him with her hot wet depths. He could feel her body trembling around him in relief, as she was finally able to release some of the tension that had built up in her all night.
As she lowered herself down again, he flicked the remote nearly loosing it as the vibrations ran through her body into his. She whimpered and bit her lip, as her body rocked with the hard fast orgasm.
Unwilling to let this game end so quickly, Angelus resolutely thought of quarterly reports and budget meetings, until the torrent of her passion passed.
He had to buck his hips to get her moving again, and his fingers ached to touch her. But he found that he was playing to an audience now. He could imagine what it looked like to the demons who were watching. That Angelus could get a terrified human woman off without even touching her, just by letting her have his dick to ride.
He started to wonder how many times he could get her to come before he did. That meant only using the butterfly when she rose up on him, so only a small amount of the vibrations made their way to the head of his cock.
But as Darla obediently began to fuck herself on him, he found it wasn't enough. She was too well groomed, looked too much like the lady still, and not like the brazen, wanton, whore he knew her to really be.
"Take down your hair," he ordered her.
She reached back to obey, and then he saw it in her eyes. The moment when her fingers touched the large hat pin that kept the feathers in her hair. The moment when he knew that he not only owned her body but her soul. The moment she realized she was capable of murder.
He was prepared for the pain, after all, he could have stopped her if he wanted to. Instead he let her try her assassination attempt, curious how far her desperation would take her.
What he wasn't prepared for was the way the pin felt almost like a fang as it penetrated his jugular, or the how she managed to hit the sensitive scar tissue where another Darla had bitten him so long ago.
The world seemed to explode behind his eyes as he came. The next thing he knew her body was held tightly against his chest, and his fangs were grazing the flesh of her throat. It took every bit of control he had to keep from sinking his fangs further in, especially as a few drops of her sweet young blood tickled his tongue.
Her body was trembling in his arms, and she seemed close to hyperventilating.
"Shh, it's all right, just breathe in," he told her. Although he could still have fun with her if she was passed out, he much preferred her conscious. Maybe he had pushed her too far tonight. A little gentleness couldn't hurt.
"Take it out," he told her softly as he released his hold on her.
He winced as her trembling hand extracted the pin from his neck. Without a beating heart, the blood simply oozed down his throat.
"That was a good attempt," he told her. "You got the artery, and you probably would have killed me except," he took her hand and placed it over his unbeating heart. "I'm already dead."
She closed her eyes in defeat and he lifted her up, letting his softening cock slide out of her, as he set her on the couch next to him. Then he tucked himself back in, before standing, and lifting her limp frame into his arms.
He didn't care what Eve said. He was done with the party for the night. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that he'd overwhelmed Darla. He would take her back to her apartments upstairs and tuck her into her bed. Of course he'd be in that bed with her, but he was confident that it wouldn't take long until she found it comforting to lie there in his arms, even if she was dreaming of killing him.
mmmmm_angel.Title: Pygmalion Part II: All Hallow's Eve
Pairing: Angelus/Darla
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: Violence, and this story is also about trying to dominate someone. Not as much physcially mostly emotionally.
Summary: Sequal to Fair Trade. AR AtS 5. Angelus was never resouled in Season 4, and he is now the new CEO of Wolfram & Hart. As part of his insentives package, he asked for Darla. But instead of bringing her back from the dead, the Senior Partners sent Angelus back in time to 1603 so that he could kidnap Darla before she became a vampire.
Disclaimer: This all belongs to Joss and ME, and Fox. I just play with them for fun.
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shanmaraPygmalion Part II: All Hallows Eve
Angelus smiled as he entered the bathroom. Darla was in the tub, eyes closed, completely unaware of his presence. His eyes ran over her body, delighting in the way her breasts bobbed above the water with every breath she took. He still couldn't fathom how Angel had managed to resist Darla in her human form. Luckily Wolfram & Hart had given him a second chance.
He sat down on the edge of the tub, still moving silently so that she didn't know he was there. Watching her like this always aroused him. Although there were security cameras in every room of the apartment and he had the feed sent directly to his computer, remote surveillance couldn't compare to being this close to her.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped as she saw him looming above her. His semi-hard cock came fully awake as her heart started pounding in her chest, and he could smell just a tiny hint of fear.
But the best part was that her green eyes stared at him defiantly. He could see the hatred and he reveled in it. There would be plenty of time for her devotion once he had turned her, but for now he enjoyed her rebellion.
"Did I startle you, Darla?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeve.
"Elizabeth, my name is Elizabeth," she answered.
Her answer annoyed him. She surrendered to him in so many pleasing ways, and yet she clung to her old name, refusing to accept that Darla was who she really was. Not that he'd ever bothered to explain that to her. He'd left her mostly in the dark as to why he'd kidnapped her.
When Wolfram & Hart offered to make him CEO, he had asked for one thing extra; to have Darla brought back. As it turned out they couldn't do that, she'd been pulled between life and death too many times. Instead they sent him back in time, so that he could seduce and bring back the human woman who would one day become Darla.
All things considered it was a much better deal. This woman, this Darla, would never know about the soul, or Angel, or even the Master. She would be Angelus' completely.
Instead of punishing her for refusing to accept the name, he decided to remind her just how much she belonged to him. He reached down to cup one of her breasts. His thumb circled the nipple until it hardened and he elicited a moan from her.
He smiled. Her spirit might still fight him, but her body was completely his. Before he had abducted her, he had seduced her. Treated her better than any man had ever treated her before, and awakened her body to all the passions and desires he knew from experience lay buried there. He knew her body better than she did herself, and he could bring her off every single time.
She hated him for that. He could see it in her eyes after every orgasm. Angelus didn't mind, it just made it all the sweeter every time she came.
He stopped teasing her nipple to let his finger tips trail down her body. Her legs parted slightly, and he let his hand fall between them. Gently he traced the outline of her sex. Her eyes closed and her body trembled as his cool fingers moved against her skin under the hot water.
"There's my girl," he coaxed her.
She tried to move against his hand, seeking more than the light contact, but as she pressed forward, he pulled back, not allowing her anything more than he was willing to give. He simply circled the area around her clit, denying her the fuller contact she desired.
"My, my, you are a lusty little whore aren't you?" He loved playing with her. "Or is it just for me?"
"Just for you," she admitted.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he continued to tease her.
She nodded.
"Then tell me," he ordered.
"I want you to fuck me," she said obediently.
He smiled. "Not good enough. I need to know who I'm supposed to fuck. Tell me you want me to fuck Darla."
Her eyes shot open and she fixed him with a gaze every bit as icy as the ones he remembered from his Sire. Instead of speaking, she pulled away from him and got out of the tub.
Angered, he waited until both her feet touched the tile floor before grabbing her and forcing her back against the wall. She didn't try and fight him. It was one of the most infuriating things about her. She might resist him in other ways, but she never fought him physically. It was a shame really, as he thought about what it would be like to hold her struggling body down, and how her pussy would feel as she tried to keep him out.
He lifted her up, so that she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist or leaving them dangling uselessly in the air. He was about to reach down and try and fumble his fly open, but she beat him to it.
He looked at her in surprise, and she smiled at him. "This is what you want right?"
Angelus found himself without an answer. What he wanted from her was too confusing. He wanted to break her, and he wanted her strong. He wanted her to beg to be fucked, but he also wanted to force her. He was supposed to be punishing her, but the moment her warm little hand closed around his cock, he couldn't think how to do that without denying himself.
So he didn't.
He thrust inside her, groaning as her hot wet depths welcomed him. Human or vampire, there was always something familiar and irresistible about Darla.
But she was human, and he couldn't slam into her the way he wanted. Rough as he was, every thrust was tempered with a bit of restraint. After all, any man could hurt her, but Angelus held the special privilege of being the only one to ever please this Darla.
He looked into her eyes, and she smiled wickedly at him, in perfect image of his Sire. Then she squeezed her inner muscles, causing him to cry out as he nearly lost control.
That's when it became a competition to see who could make the other one come first. Angelus quickly became aware of just how observant Darla had been. She had obviously paid attention during every one of their trysts, and she nearly had him when she flicked her nail across one of his nipples.
But in the end Angelus had the unfair advantage. The young prostitute's few years of experience could never compare to the centuries that Angelus had, and at least one of them had been spent worshiping another version of this same body.
Still, he only won by a hair, and was grateful when he felt her body shuddering with pleasure so that he could give into to his own climax.
For a moment he just held her there, pinned against the wall, enjoying the smell of her skin, and the beating of her heart. Then he let her feet touch the floor once again as he wrapped her in a towel, carried her back into the bedroom, and deposited her on the large bed.
She looked with interest as she saw the box he had left for her there.
"For me?" she asked coyly.
"Open it," he told her.
She lifted the lid and pulled out the Venetian mask that lay inside. It was red with gold trim and the imp like features suggested a devil.
She picked up the mask, and held it in front of her face, letting the towel fall away to expose her nudity once again.
"Is that how you want me to look?" she asked, amused.
Actually she looked damn fuckable with nothing but the mask on. But that wasn't the point.
"There's a party tomorrow night, a masked ball," Angelus explained. "I want you to go with me."
The truth was he would give anything to be able to get out of Wolfram & Hart's annual Halloween party. It would be nothing but lesser demons sucking up to him, and more powerful ones expecting him to suck up to them. Not his idea of fun at all, but the Senior Partners had made it clear that he had to attend.
Brining Darla along would at least give him some sort of distraction. And it was about time he exposed her to a little of the outside world.
"Of course I'll go," she told him, although she looked a bit surprised.
"Good, there's just one thing. Like I said there's going to be costumes and. . . many of the guests like looking as monstrous as they can. There's sort of a demonic theme."
He wasn't sure if she would really buy that once she saw all of the demons present, but sooner or later she had to be exposed to the rest of the world, at least if Angelus was to make her his mate. It was better to get her started now.
"I am not a woman who is faint of heart," she told him. "You need not worry about me fainting and causing a stir."
Angelus smiled. His trap was set, now he only had to wait and see if she took the bait.
"Good," he said he pushed her back down on the bed, unable to resist her naked flesh any longer.
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"Are you sure my hair is fine?" Elizabeth asked Angelus nervously as her hands rose to check that the red feathers were securely pinned to her hair. For the hundredth time she wished her vanity included a mirror.
She was excited about the party, and wanted Angelus to see how much trouble she'd gone to, to prepare herself. Not because she had any interest in Angelus' friends, but being outside and around other people might finally give her a chance to escape.
So far she had found no way out of the apartment Angelus had trapped her in. No one but him came to see her, and he always made sure the door was locked. Food was brought up to her regularly by means of a dumb-waiter, but there was no way she could escape through that tiny space.
"You look beautiful," he told her, offering her his arm.
For once he wasn't dressed in one of his strange suits, but in what she thought of as a gentleman's proper attire. The black and silver of his suit complimented the red and gold of her dress nicely. As did a black half-mask was tied across his face. She imagined they made a beautiful couple.
"There's just one more thing you need," he told her.
He went to retrieve small bag he'd brought with him to her apartment. He reached inside and pulled out a strange series of leather straps.
"Lift up your skirts," he told her.
Confused, and a little anxious she did as she was told. He knelt down and began to buckle the device around her waist and thighs. As he fastened it about her, she could feel something smooth and hard press against her sex.
"It's called a butterfly," he explained as he let her skirts fall back into place.
Then he took something small and black out of the bag. He pressed his thumb against the device and she gasped with pleasure as the butterfly vibrated against her.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good. You see, You'll probably be confused by much of what goes on tonight. Don't worry, you don't really have to talk to anyone, just look pretty. And the better you behave, the more of this," another pleasant vibration passed through her. "You'll receive. Of course it's important that you don't let on about our little game, understand?"
She nodded.
"All right then, shall we?" he said palming the device in his left hand as he held out his arm to her.
Gratefully she accepted. She was eager to finally see beyond the walls of her prison.
As Angelus unlocked the door she looked eagerly for some sign as to where she was. She had been unconscious when he had brought her here, and although she found it hard to imagine that her prison was in Virginia, she couldn't think of any way he could have taken from from the colony in the brief time she had been knocked out.
But on the other side of the door, there was nothing but another door without any kind of handle. Angelus pushed a small button next to the door which lit up. A moment later the doors slid apart magically to reveal a box big enough to hold several people.
To her confusion he led her inside the box.
"It's an elevator," he told her as if that would explain everything.
The doors closed behind them, and he hit another button. A moment later the doors slid open, but this time they revealed a completely different room.
She swallowed nervously, remembering how Angelus had called himself a demon when they had first met. She had grown accustomed to the strange lights in her apartment that burned without fire, but this was only further proof that devil seemed to have come for her at last.
She didn't have much time to take in her new surroundings. Angelus was leading her towards a final door, and she could hear the sounds of strange music coming from the other side.
Nothing could have prepared her for what was beyond that door. It was a confusion of bodies and sound. The music seemed to pound through her body, and it took her a moment to realize that the writhing bodies under the moving colored lights were dancing and not engaging in intercourse.
And then there was the clothing, or rather the lack of it. Elizabeth didn't think she'd ever seen so much flesh all at once in her life. The costumes were bizarre, and many of them so detailed that that she almost doubted they were really human.
Overwhelmed by the sights and sounds she gripped Angelus' arm tightly, suddenly afraid that he would abandon her in the middle of the cacophony.
He looked down at her, and whispered in her ear, "I hate these things too." She almost would have described his tone as tender, if she had thought he was capable of it.
She took a deep breath and smiled, letting him know she was ready to be led further into the room. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Although she quickly became convinced that most monstrous of the guests could not be human, as long as she pretended they were, she got along rather well.
A scantily clad woman unsurprisingly named Eve guided them through the party, introducing Angelus to the other guests. She didn't seem to like Elizabeth, and never added her to the introductions, but that was fine with Elizabeth. She was more than happy to be ignored by the monstrous guests.
Angelus was obviously bored as well, and the more boring the guest he was speaking to, the more he played with the control for the butterfly. It was torture, not just because she had to fight to keep from revealing what it was he was doing to her, but because each vibration made her want Angelus more. More than once she thought of begging Angelus to leave so that he could fuck her and she hated that. She knew she was loosing herself to him, and there didn't seem to be a way to stop it.
As one of the more monstrous guests leered at her, she only wanted to hide in the safety of Angelus' arms. And she knew she had to escape soon, before she started seeing her captor as her savior.
Finally her chance came, in the form of a waiter who was forced to pass very close to her in order to make it through the press of guests. Using her skirts as cover, she managed to reach out her foot and trip him. His tray of drinks spilled down the front of her dress.
"Idiot!" Angelus cursed.
The waiter tried to stammer out an apology, as he handed Elizabeth cocktail napkins to clean herself off with. But Angelus grabbed him by the chin and twisted his head so that his neck snapped. Angelus let the dead body simply fall to the ground at their feet as if it were nothing.
Elizabeth's eyes went wide and her heart started to pound in her chest. Any moment she expected a commotion and for the crowd to turn against Angelus. But no one seemed to care that Angelus had just murdered a man.
Angelus grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. For a moment she panicked, trying to pull away, thinking that he was going to kill her as well to cover up the crime. Instead he bent his head, and licked the spilt champagne from her flesh.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, made more frantic by the restrictive nature of her corset. She was stiff with fear in his arms. She had seen men die before, but never with so little notice given to their passing.
He paused once he was halfway up her throat, sucking at her pulse point. As he pulled the flesh into his mouth she thought she heard him growl.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked when he finally pulled away.
She looked up and could see that behind his mask, his eyes had turned golden.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You should clean yourself up. The bathroom is over that way. Down the hall, second door on your right," he told her gesturing.
Trying to regain her composure she tore her gaze away from his inhuman eyes to look where he was pointing. The path he indicated would take her right by another set of elevator doors. Over the course of the evening she had noticed many of the guests entering and exiting through those doors.
She nodded to him, "I'll be back shortly," she told him, hoping that he couldn't hear the nervousness in her voice.
She let go of his arm and slowly made her way through the crowd. She had only made it a few steps when she was hit by the desire to run back to Angelus. He was terrifying yes, but he was also familiar. She felt adrift among these strangely dressed people and beasts, and she longed for the security of his arms.
But each step she took away from Angelus seemed easier than the last. She had survived the passage across the ocean and had prospered on the edge of the wilderness in the New World. Whatever lay ahead, Elizabeth was confident she could survive it.
She looked over her shoulder, but Angelus had his back turned to her, and if she was lucky, the number of people between them would slow him down if he noticed her attempt at escape.
There were two buttons in front of the elevator, and she took her best guess and hit the one that pointed down. As one of the less human looking guests pressed past her, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice. If she was in some sort of hell, shouldn't she travel up instead?
Then the doors slid open and she left her doubts behind as she stepped into the box. She scanned the rows of buttons quickly deciding on the one below the '2' which was labeled 'L' and had a star by it. She didn't know what the numbers meant but she hoped the star indicated something good.
It seemed to take an eternity for the doors to close, and once they had, it seemed to take even longer for them to open again. When they did, the first thing she saw was freedom. Across a large room were glass doors that opened out into the night.
She lifted her skirts and ran, terrified that at any moment it would all be snatched away from her. She was only a few steps away from the doors when a sudden vibration from the butterfly caused her to stumble. A strong arm was there to catch her about the waist. She didn't have to turn to know who it was holding her tightly.
"This isn't the right way," Angelus said as he pulled her against him.
Tears began to roll down her face as she realized that she'd lost her chance at escape.
"I must have become lost," she said, trying to keep from sobbing as she looked at the street only a few steps away.
"Well, it's a good thing I found you," he said pulling her back towards the party.
In his other hand he held a champagne bottle that he had liberated and he took a swig before asking her, "Do you know how delicious you are right now? Fear, tears, and desire all rolled together." He paused, then smiled. "Well, at least I can taste two of them right now."
The elevator doors slid open and he led her back inside.
"Take off your mask," he told her.
Her trembling fingers obeyed. She didn't know what punishment lay ahead of her, she only hoped she could find some way to mitigate it.
She pulled the mask away from her face and he bent down to lick the tears from her cheeks. Her back was pressed against the wall and he forced her skirts up. She gasped as she felt the mouth of the champagne bottle push inside of her.
The slide of cool glass inside her was calming. It was a familiar sort of perversion. It grounded her and reminded her of who and what she was; a whore.
Calming her erratic breathing she tried to take back control of the situation the only way she knew how.
"It's not enough."
"Hmm?" his breath tickled her cheek.
"The bottle. You can't satisfy me with it. I'm too used to your sizable member."
He pulled back to regard her features. "Is that so?" He smiled. "Who said I was trying to satisfy you?"
The elevator doors opened up into the party once more. But Angelus kept her pinned to the wall. He didn't seem to care if anyone could see what he was doing to her. She tried to calm her nerves at the public display of lewdness not wanting to let him know how much it bothered her. Sex might be her profession, but she always understood that she was only tolerated as long as she kept out of the public eye.
After another moment Angelus released her and withdrew the bottle before bringing it to his lips to take a large swig.
"Far be it from me to deny a lady," he told her as he led her back into the party.
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Angelus wondered how mad the Senior Parters would really be if he killed Eve. He'd been a good boy, made nice with all the important clients and shook hands with everyone he had to. Now all he wanted to do was whisk Darla off so he could finish his night with her. By pretending to let her escape, he had worked her up into a perfect state of fear, arousal, and despair and he didn't want to miss out on that now.
But Eve intercepted him on the way back to his private elevator and insisted that he couldn't just leave. He had to spend at least another half hour at the ridiculous party.
"Mingle, have some fun" she said before returning to the crowd.
Even if Angelus had been the sort to mingle, that wasn't possible. Not with Darla in the state she was in. She was the perfect cocktail and of terror and desire, and he wasn't the only demon who was drawn to her. He could see their hungry eyes crawling over her flesh.
He quickly escorted Darla away from the main crowd. He settled onto a couch, pulling her into his lap. For a moment he just sat there are watched her. Her green eyes, still glistened with tears, but he could see her slowly regaining her composure. Her head was held high as if by force of will alone she could change whatever punishment he was about to give.
Of course he didn't intend to punish her. She'd behaved exactly how he had hoped, and he knew that waiting for the discipline would get under her skin.
He raised the bottle to his lips, relishing the way the champagne mixed with her juices, and the salt of her tears on his tongue.
"I'm going to kill you, you know?" he said calmly as he set the bottle aside.
She turned to meet his gaze, "Yes, I suppose I do."
Angelus noted a small group of lesser demons and a few vampires had gathered near by and were trying to appear as if they weren't watching. Angelus knew them for what they were, scavengers. Hyenas, waiting for the lion to be done with his prey so they could pick through the scraps and the bones.
Angelus' cock twitched with excitement. Maybe Eve wasn't so bad after all. He had been intent on smuggling Darla out of the party because his Sire would never let him have any proper fun out in public. The only audience she would ever allow for there more licentious behavior was victims on their way to the slaughter.
But this wasn't his Sire. This Darla could be forced to do what he wanted, where and when he wanted it.
His hand rose to her throat, which he had always found so sensual and delicate.
"I could do it right here, right now, and no one would notice or care," he told her. "But maybe you'd like to earn yourself another night to live?"
At took her only a moment to untangle his words, and then she leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders are she turned so that she was straddling him.
"Here? Like this?" she asked.
He could see a bit of courage returning to her. It was charming the way she thought she could use sex to turn his head. Of course it was in his libido's best interest to let her believe that. It wasn't as if she could know that what he craved the most was the blood that was rushing wildly through her veins.
In his left hand he was still palming the remote for the butterfly, and he answered her with a pleasant buzz. Then he reached for the champagne again, enjoying the Darla flavored liquor as she reached between them to undo the front of his trousers.
He lay back, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa. He groaned as she impaled herself on his cock, surrounding him with her hot wet depths. He could feel her body trembling around him in relief, as she was finally able to release some of the tension that had built up in her all night.
As she lowered herself down again, he flicked the remote nearly loosing it as the vibrations ran through her body into his. She whimpered and bit her lip, as her body rocked with the hard fast orgasm.
Unwilling to let this game end so quickly, Angelus resolutely thought of quarterly reports and budget meetings, until the torrent of her passion passed.
He had to buck his hips to get her moving again, and his fingers ached to touch her. But he found that he was playing to an audience now. He could imagine what it looked like to the demons who were watching. That Angelus could get a terrified human woman off without even touching her, just by letting her have his dick to ride.
He started to wonder how many times he could get her to come before he did. That meant only using the butterfly when she rose up on him, so only a small amount of the vibrations made their way to the head of his cock.
But as Darla obediently began to fuck herself on him, he found it wasn't enough. She was too well groomed, looked too much like the lady still, and not like the brazen, wanton, whore he knew her to really be.
"Take down your hair," he ordered her.
She reached back to obey, and then he saw it in her eyes. The moment when her fingers touched the large hat pin that kept the feathers in her hair. The moment when he knew that he not only owned her body but her soul. The moment she realized she was capable of murder.
He was prepared for the pain, after all, he could have stopped her if he wanted to. Instead he let her try her assassination attempt, curious how far her desperation would take her.
What he wasn't prepared for was the way the pin felt almost like a fang as it penetrated his jugular, or the how she managed to hit the sensitive scar tissue where another Darla had bitten him so long ago.
The world seemed to explode behind his eyes as he came. The next thing he knew her body was held tightly against his chest, and his fangs were grazing the flesh of her throat. It took every bit of control he had to keep from sinking his fangs further in, especially as a few drops of her sweet young blood tickled his tongue.
Her body was trembling in his arms, and she seemed close to hyperventilating.
"Shh, it's all right, just breathe in," he told her. Although he could still have fun with her if she was passed out, he much preferred her conscious. Maybe he had pushed her too far tonight. A little gentleness couldn't hurt.
"Take it out," he told her softly as he released his hold on her.
He winced as her trembling hand extracted the pin from his neck. Without a beating heart, the blood simply oozed down his throat.
"That was a good attempt," he told her. "You got the artery, and you probably would have killed me except," he took her hand and placed it over his unbeating heart. "I'm already dead."
She closed her eyes in defeat and he lifted her up, letting his softening cock slide out of her, as he set her on the couch next to him. Then he tucked himself back in, before standing, and lifting her limp frame into his arms.
He didn't care what Eve said. He was done with the party for the night. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that he'd overwhelmed Darla. He would take her back to her apartments upstairs and tuck her into her bed. Of course he'd be in that bed with her, but he was confident that it wouldn't take long until she found it comforting to lie there in his arms, even if she was dreaming of killing him.
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Date: 2007-05-28 05:47 pm (UTC)Anyway, I will be writing more of this. I'm not sure when, but it will happen, that much I promise.
And thanks, I'm so glad you're loving this version of Darla.
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Date: 2007-08-29 12:29 am (UTC)I will let you know when I post my painfully-still-in construction-fic and would love to know what you think.