The Whirlwind, Part Two - Return of the Native (Chapter 3)
By Mistress Ace (rosewood@inreach.com) & Prophecy (prophecy_gurl@yahoo.com)
RATING: Strong NC-17
CONTENT: Language, violence, sex - consensual and non, incest, torture
DISTRIBUTION: Finnatics, Angelus/Darla list, Definition of Bliss. All others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: This story is not in any way intended to infringe on copyrights held by Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, Mutant Enemy or AOL Time Warner.
AUTHORS' NOTES: This is a sequel to 'Ave Maria' - which you can read at
http://www.geocities.com/prophecy_gurl/fic/maria.html
SUMMARY: After dispatching the slayer in Italy, Darla and Angelus discover the new girl is a little closer
to home…
FEEDBACK: Send to both authors, please! We're dying to know what you guys make of this one!

The Whirlwind

Return of the Native - Chapter 3

Colleen hurried around her patrol routes, surprised not to feel her stalker-demon lurking. She would have bet anything she owned that it was that particular hellspawn that had been terrorizing her Liam!

She slipped back into the house as quietly as she could. Smiling tenderly at the figure on the bed, she slipped her cloak off then pressed a 'good night' kiss on his forehead. **'Tis good that I ordered another bed here for the new watcher...** she mused, adding more turf to the fire.

Colleen changed into her nightgown and took the spare blankets to the armchair in front of the fire. Despite the tickle along the nape of her neck that insisted her enemy was near, she was lulled by her beloved cousin's presence. The tired Slayer curled up there and falling into an easy slumber.

Angelus raised his head and spoke in a sleepy voice. "Colleen..."

"Liam?"

"There's nae need fer ye tae sleep in that chair, luv... Bed's big enough fer both o' us." He moved slowly, rolling up on to his side and blinking at her owlishly.

She really was tired, and left the pile of blankets on the chair, getting into the bed beside her cousin. "G'night Liam..."

Colleen curled up on her side, her back to him. It wasn't long before her breath evened out, and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Angelus waited until she was fully asleep, her breathing even and slow. A small part of him, the part that remembered being human was screaming at him, totally out-raged by what he had planned. But he suppressed that inner voice, just as he had done every night since his turning.

He knew Liam was in there, locked inside him and he knew this would destroy what little was left of the human he had been. That prospect alone made the danger worth it.

With careful hands, he rolled Colleen slowly onto her back and secured one wrist with his cravat, tying it tightly but gently to her warm flesh. Listening to her breathing, he stretched out the other hand and tied it as well.

Once she was secured, Angelus started to kiss her softly. His lips moving tenderly over her face and then down her neck. Finally he settled his large body atop her and waited for her to awaken.

Colleen tried to roll back onto her side - she never could get comfortable sleeping on her back. Yet something was stopping her. Again and again she tired, before the frustrated motion shook her awake. Sleepy eyes came to focus on her cousin's face, then widened. "Liam! What are ye doin'?!"

Angelus kissed her deeply, forcing her mouth open with his own. His body covered hers completely and he ground himself against her. "Claimin' me place, luv."

"Liam - this is no' funny!" she tried to bring her arms down to push him off - but they wouldn't come. She tilted her head to look. "Untie me RIGHT NOW, Liam. Yer scarin' me!"

He laughed, the sound rising from deep within him. "Not until I'm done wi' ye, luv....Tell me true, sweet Colleen. Hae ye been a good girl? Be ye a virgin still?"

Angelus grabbed her nightshift and started to draw it up over her legs.

"STOP it, Liam!" Colleen forced her knees up, kicking at him. "I don't wanna hurt ye, but if ye don't STOP RIGHT NOW..."

Snarling at his own thoughtlessness, Angelus grabbed the top of her nightgown. He tore it from her shoulders, shredding it with his bare hands before using thick strips of it to tie her legs to the bottom posts.

The vampire kept his human face barely, his eyes were glowing slightly saffron as he settled back down atop her struggling body. He hissed as the warmth of her burned into him.

Still struggling even as he restrained her further, Colleen's cheeks burned at her nakedness. But it was the yellow she saw threaten in his eyes that caused her to scream in horror.

She tossed her head, her rosary still there on the pale flesh of her bosom.

With a curse, Angelus grabbed the religious article and though it burned him, tore it off her neck and threw it across the room. His mouth descended on her breast, licking and biting with still-human teeth.

After a moment, he looked up and laughed. "Scream all ye want tae... There's no one here tae hear ye. I killed them all years ago."

Her green eyes burned in righteous indignation, and she spat in his face. "I promise ye, my darlin' cousin, I'll release ye from this hell..."

He laughed aloud. "Liam's long gone, sweet Colleen. All that's left is his body and me... The name's Angelus..." He slid up her body until his cock was nestled against her. One hand lifted her a little, tilting her upward until he was satisfied. With one full downward stroke, he was inside her, tearing away her innocence with brutal force. "Oh and by the by... Maria sends her best..."

Colleen gritted her teeth to prevent from crying out. Her mind was in turmoil at all the horrors - being reunited with her Liam was supposed to be a joy! Instead, she found him a vampire - who claimed to have wiped out the village, knew about the last slayer's death to the point of calling her by name and claiming responsibility!

"I'll see ye in Hell..." she hissed defiantly.

Angelus laughed aloud. "That's what Maria said right before I tore out her throat... She couldn't hold a candle to ye, me luv. Not in the least..." One cold hand squeezed her breast as he drove further into her. The smell of her virgin's blood was driving him crazy.

After a moment, he withdrew from her and moved down the bed. His mouth found her sex and he lapped the blood away, savoring it as she struggled to be free.

She writhed frantically, trying to will her mind to be anywhere else! "Liam, don't..." she breathed, tears escaping in spite of her pride. She squeezed her eyes shut, lips moving in silent prayers.

"Like I said, luv... Liam's dead." He licked up every last drop, rolling it around on his tongue.

Angelus regained his spot atop her, driving back into her searing heat. The little bit of blood he'd taken from her was already making him stronger. Darla had better watch her step when he got back to their lair...

"...Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray fer us sinners now an' at the hour of our death, amen... Glory be to the Father, an' t' the Son, an' to the Holy Ghost..." she ground out, fists clenching above her head in pain at each of his thrusts. "As it was in th' beginnin', is now an' e'er shall be, world wi'out end... amen..."

Angelus laughed aloud. "What's next? How about the act of contrition? Since yer surely goin' to hell for this... You asked me tae wait fer ye, luv... Tis what ye wanted when ye were a wee lass. Have I not lived up to yer expectations?"

He growled in her ear. "Is not my cock hard enough fer ye? Am I not deep enough in ye, Colleen?... I've been trained by one o' the best. I can make a statue of the Virgin Mary come if I had a mind tae... Shall I do that for ye, luv?" Angelus slid his hand between them, stroking her tenderly as he slowed his thrusts.

Colleen tried to clench her thighs together to stop the extra invasion of his hand. She turned her head and bit his face, the only means she had to attack him at the moment. "Get off me, ya monster!"

He slapped her, hard, splitting her lip open. "Never...Ye belong tae me now, sweet Colleen."

Angelus licked the blood off her lip, barely avoiding her teeth. "Ah, ah, ah... Any further biting being done here tonight will be done by me..."

Colleen's eyes narrowed, and she snapped at his tongue, just missing. "I'll ne'er belong t' you... but I'll see ya in hell!" She was furious at the indignities, not even registering shame any more. Every sharp stab of pain was only adding to the flames of her fury.

Angelus merely smiled. "Ye belong tae me whether ye like it or not... I'm yer lover now and I'll be the last one ye ever have..."

He slowed his pace, moving gently, tenderly. His still human countenance looked down at her. "Remember, lass. Remember how I held ye in my arms when ye cried. How I taught ye tae ride, tae hunt and tae fish? Ye were my present, my joy..."

He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, keeping his voice soft and seductive. "I can show ye so much of tha world, if yae would only let me..."

"My Liam showed me those things... an' as ye keep tellin' me - he's dead. You'll be joinin' him soon as I'm able t' send ye..." She wanted to weep at the unfairness of him being in this state, being the monster doing this to her... But she wouldn't give the demon the satisfaction.

She could feel a new heat washing across her body - not a blush this time... although at the realization of the awakening heat, she DID blush. This was NOT happening... she wouldn't let it!

Angelus could feel her body tightening around him. He laughed, the rich sound mocking her. "I can feel it..." He kissed her, nipping at her lips and avoiding her teeth. "It's coming on ye like a rush... Like bein' on fire..."

Colleen's eyes narrowed at him, "Stop it... don' do this...." she growled at him, yanking at her bonds. And her eyes closed in relief as she felt them give a little!

Angelus turned her head, revealing the long column of her throat. He licked her, his tongue lingering on her warm flesh. His fangs descended slowly and he scraped them along the sensitive skin.

He rocked forward into her, riding the edge of his own climax but wanting to take her with him. "I'll never stop... Never..."

She stiffened at the threat of a bite, holding her breath, her entire body tensed in horror... then it was as if he'd pulled the rug out from under her! She could feel every muscle in her body spasm - and she gasped out her shock.

Angelus laughed at the look of shock on her face, feeling her clamp down around him like a veritable vise. That deep-throated sound of mirth mocked the end of her innocence. "Ah, Colleen... How sweet...Ye're a woman now, luv... My woman..."

He lowered his head and sank his fangs in her throat. Her blood carried that remembered rush of power as well as the added tang of her first ever orgasm. Closing his eyes, he let go of his own iron control and filled her with his own release.

Colleen made a faint sound of pain as he bit down on her throat; fists clenching above her head, fingernails digging into her palms to stifle a scream. Here, now, was her best chance to escape the monster in her cousin's body. She drove her head forward, smacking her forehead firmly into the temple that was turned upward as he fed from her throat.

That hard strike to his temple forced him the break the connection of mouth to skin and Angelus roared at her. His huge hand came down in a punishing blow, snapping her head around and crashing it into the far bedpost.

He was beyond enraged at her temerity and continued to strike her until he realized that she had slipped away in unconsciousness. This would not suit his purpose at all. He wanted her awake for all that he had planned for her. It was essential that she be completely aware of the extent of her degradation and humiliation before he took the ultimate step...

For he planned on turning his dear, sweet cousin. Turning her and replacing his domineering sire with this delectable girl. Colleen would make a much more pliable companion for his eternity that Darla was proving to be.

After waiting a few minutes for her to regain her senses, Angelus gave it up as a lost cause. He rose for the bed and dressed quickly. But before he left, he placed a mockingly tender kiss on her bruised face. "Until tomorrow night, my little present..."

********

Darla had been up late, waiting for her boy to return to her victorious over his cousin and had been mentally preparing herself for the inevitable confrontation. But he didn't come home. Finally when she could smell the sunrise coming, she retired. Either he was trapped somewhere by the approaching dawn, or the girl had proved victorious. She would find out the next evening and depart Galway if that were the case.

For the sake of a wager with Luke and the simple fact that she was fond of him, she hoped that particular prospect was not true.

Starting a fire in the grate in her bedroom, she retired... slipping into a light slumber before the first golden rays painted the dark sky.

Angelus opened the door quietly, still seething from having to delay his plans for another night. He took in the rather pretty picture of his sire lying in their bed. Her pale, creamy skin beckoned to him, drawing him closer.

Now was the time to remind her that he was no day-old fledgling. He was destined to be a master vampire, that was his goal and it was high time his sire recognized that fact.

Angelus stripped off his damp garments and laid them carefully on the chair. It was in his nature to be in perfect control, that's why Darla's domineering temperament was starting to grate on his nerves. She was a beautiful creature and he loved beautiful things but he was only willing to put up with so much. Her maintaining contact with her sire was not one of them.

He smoothly slipped into bed beside and studied her face for a moment. She was exquisite, all blonde perfection, something he had been unable to touch in his mortal life. That's what drew him to follow her down that alley seven years ago. What drew him into her web and made him her servant...until now.

With a deceptively gentle hand, he traced the lines of her face before placing on soft kiss on her lips. Things were going to change...

"Angelus? Is that you?" Her voice was thick with sleep, and her eyelashes flickered a moment before she opened her eyes fully. A warm, genuine smile curled her lips, and she opened her arms to him - relieved he was all right.

"Aye, luv. Tis me..." His lips were set in a grim line as he pondered his next move. His cousin's blood was flowing hot in his veins, it was like every inch of him was on fire. Angelus knew it would take very little to over-power his sire and he relished that fact. But first to lull her by acting as he subservient and obedient childe, "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did..." Darla smiled up at him, not sitting up from her pillows. "You worried me - staying out so late... I thought that dreadful girl might have gotten lucky!"

Angelus chuckled and pulled her gently into his arms, kissing her forehead first then her mouth. This would take some careful maneuvering, he had to get her in a vulnerable position. "Sorry to have worried you... Took a little longer than I thought."

She put a hand to her mouth to hide a yawn. "She dead?" she inquired, nestling her head on his shoulder.

Angelus took one small hand in his and kissed her palm. Then he took the other hand and did the same before raising both of her arms above her head. Slowly he rolled their bodies until he was nestled atop her, hip to hip, broad chest pressing against soft breasts. "She was so sweet..."

"I'm glad..." she kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. She parted her legs a little to accommodate his large body, leaning into his shoulder to muffle another yawn. "You must be all tuckered out... killing a slayer would be tiring, I imagine?"

"It would be..." Angelus ducked his head down, carefully licking a spot on her neck and feeling his fangs descend into place. "If I'd actually killed her..."

He pinned her hands in place on the pillows and bit down on his sire's pliant flesh. His fangs slid into her smoothly and that elixir that he craved so much filled his mouth. The slayer's blood was powerful but his sire's blood was the reason for his existence. He lived for the moments when she shared it freely with him and dreamed of the times when he could take it from her against her will.

Times like this very moment...

Darla's eyes jerked open and she was suddenly _very much_ awake. "Angelus!" she barked, suddenly struggling against him. What the hell was he playing at?!

Her game face slipped into place without her noticing it due to her anger and sense of outrage. Darla clenched her fists and tried to both heave him off and yank her wrists free.

She failed at both.

So, he had been feeding from the girl.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

Angelus lifted his head from her throat, his mouth rimmed in blood. He licked his lips and gave her a very cold smile. "Reclaiming my pride, Darla...Something ye haven't allowed me for years."

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her enraged face. Angelus knew his sire was almost powerless to protest his sudden rebellion, after all a slayer's blood made him stronger for days. This could so easily devolve into another sexual game, Darla had that ability, had honed that skill during her years in the master's court. But he had a point to prove.

So he held her pinned in place, ignoring the soft allure of her body as he snarled at her. "I think it's time that things change between us, love..."

The cruel look on his face startled her, and she looked at him with wide blue eyes, her demon melting away as her fury turned to shock - and maybe a whisper of fear. "W-What do you mean, Angelus?" she demanded, forcing authority into her voice.

NEVER had he looked at her thus - the cold assessing look he gave prey or fledglings that angered him. And with a slayer's blood in his system there was nothing she could do to fight him! God, it was like being newly turned again!

Saffron eyes flashed in the wan morning light as he continued to glare at her. "Just how long have ye been in contact wi' the Master?"

"Since the night before he turned me..." she drawled. "He sang outside my window that night and got his invitation in..."

Angelus shook her a little. "Don't play games... I'm not in the mood. How long have ye been exchanging letters? Has it been the whole time we have been together?"

"Almost," Darla nodded. "A few weeks after... after London. The confrontation? I wrote to him to smooth things over between he and I..." She swallowed nervously, not wanting to anger him, but knowing that honesty - in this situation - was absolutely the best policy... Better than getting caught in a lie.

"So... I wasna enough for ye? Ye had tae go crawlin' back tae him? I promised ye the world..." Angelus pushed her away and rose from their bed. He was disgusted beyond words, it was a pity that the sun was up. Had it not been for that, he would have left her, would have stormed out into the night.

After all, just a few miles away lay his sweet cousin, still tied to her no longer chaste bed. She had made such a pretty picture when he left her behind, the tatters of her nightgown spotted with her virgin's blood and his spilt seed. Had he been wise, he would have remained with her and left his conniving sire to her own devices.

Biting her lower lip, she got up after him. "No... nonono... Angelus... it's not like that AT ALL. I chose you, my love. I wrote originally for expediency's sake. My Sire is a very powerful man - he could easily have made matters VERY difficult for us..." Her small hands rubbed his back. "The second time I wrote was to tell him of your victory over little Maria. My way of showing him JUST how wrong he was about you, precious..."

Again, it was the look in his eyes that bothered her. He looked genuinely hurt, and irritated. So it was time to smooth that temper of his... calm him down.

Angelus turned to face her, human features now in place. He now looked like the handsome young wastrel she'd turned in that alley seven years ago. "So... ye did it tae protect us? Is that what ye told yerself?"

He placed his hands on his lean hips and glowered at her. "It wasna because ye wanted tae return tae his bed, was it? The pull of yer sire is somethin' powerful, somethin' beyond love... I should know..."

"No, Angelus." She blew out an almost-sigh. "You *really* angered him. It had been a long time since I'd seen him use physical force himself on someone. I was... worried that he'd have someone waiting in Naples to kill you..."

He stepped forward, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Is it the truth yer speakin' tae me? I've heard sae many lies from those sweet lips."

Darla tilted her face into his palm, "I'm not a fool, Angelus. There's no way I could get away with lying to you when you're this much stronger than me..."

Angelus tightened his lips, saffron lingering in his gaze as he weighed her words in his mind. What she was saying rang true, she was not a fool and in this instance, lying to him was the single most dangerous thing she could do. His cousin's blood, the slayer's blood was running hot and fresh in his veins and his current strength was immeasurable by most vampiric standards.

It would only take a subtle twist of his wrist and he could snap her neck like a twig, killing his sire and freeing himself from her yolk of servitude. Angelus was more than aware that once the effects of the slayer's blood faded, he would once again be under her sway. But he'd learned something in this exchange, something he had not been aware of before...

She *was* afraid of losing him. The prospect of continuing her immortal existence without him did not hold that much appeal. Here was a bargaining chip he could make use of later if need be.

Her small hand clasped his against her face and drew his hand down to kiss his palm. "Come back to bed, my darling? We can talk more when we're less tired?" she offered, hoping to gloss over the situation. Let him calm down, she reasoned, and perhaps he'll be less uppity. If not - well, then they'd have to find a real resolution. Damn, she hated feeling this helpless!

Angelus looked down into Darla's exquisitely beautiful face and felt his resolve weaken a little. Her pull on him was strong, not just because of her being his sire but she was still one of the most exotic, tantalizing women who had ever graced his bed. It would be so easy to lose himself in the pleasures that her flesh could offer him. "And what can ye offer me tae entice me there, my luv? I find myself tae no' be tired in the least."

He waited for her response, part of turning the tide of her would be forcing her hand. Making her be the one to offer her favors to him, instead of the other way around.

Darla looked up at him, a little shocked but struggling not to show it. Infuriatingly smart, evil boy! So, he was going to make this difficult for her? Swallowing a growl, she backed toward the bed, still holding his hand. "I *am* pretty tired, precious... was sleeping before you returned..."

Angelus nodded, his eyes burning a trail down her body, stopping briefly to admire her breasts through the thin material of her chemise. "Too tired?... And here I though ye might be willing tae offer a small reward since I've spent all night dealing with our mortal enemy?"

He followed her, leaning against the bedpost as she sat down on their bed. "But if you are *too* tired...." The younger vampire ran a nail down the wooden post, peeling off a small sliver of wood and toying with it for a moment before dropping it to the floor. One of his large hands came to rest on his own chest and he trailed it down his firm muscles, drawing her eye along with it. "I could always find some other way tae amuse myself while ye sleep..."

She licked her lips, her voice only a few tones away from a groan. "Oh, my darling boy..." She shook her head, and smiled ruefully. Trapped by his intelligence and her own lusts. When had he gotten so skilled at manipulating? No - that wasn't the issue. He'd always been a smart little brat, but she'd never found herself on the receiving end before. It wasn't much fun...

"I'm not THAT tired... And you *enjoy* playing games with the slayers..." She leaned against the pillows and patted the spot beside her. "I just wonder why I've become a.... a plaything... You're manipulating me, Precious..." There was no anger, but an almost ironical amusement in Darla's voice, as if aware that poetic justice was being served. She'd delighted in his games with his victims for years - now she was in one with him.

Angelus leaned over her, his mouth so close that when he spoke his lips brushed hers. "Ye're nae more a plaything to me, than I am to ye... Treat me as an equal and I'll do the same... lover..."

One hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he held his body less that an inch away from hers. "I can *smell* ye. I know what ye want and I can give it tae ye... But ye have tae ask... Just like I've had to ask in the past."

Darla 's eyes narrowed dangerously. First he threw down a gauntlet, and now he was... An angry shudder ran down her spine and if he hadn't had that grip on her hair she would have left the room.

But he had the upper hand here. And she was being made utterly aware of the fact. Very well - she would ask. But beg? Never.

"Fuck me, Angelus." Her voice was utterly flat.

Angelus raised an eyebrow at her choice of words. "Oh love... fucking's what I do to my enemies and my victims. Is that what you want to be?"

He tenderly laid his mouth on hers, kissing her with a gentleness that he had almost never shown in their relationship. When her lips parted below his, he did not accept the silent invitation, instead he lifted his head and gave her a seductive smile. "Wouldn't you rather that I make love to you, darlin'?"

She didn't know whether to seethe or yield. Bastard. Almost every single button she had, he was pushing. Had anyone else been in her place, she would have marveled at the sadistic mastery of every word he said, the well-placed charm and tingling kiss. THAT was what was really getting under her skin.

"Congratulations, Angelus... You've succeeded in backing me into a corner..." she said, acknowledging his victory. "Very well done, my darling."

Angelus sat down on the bed beside her, his hand tracing the line of her dormant jugular vein as he smiled at her. The smile actually held warmth and something bordering on affection, things that had been missing up until now. "Glad ye noticed... I have the feelin' it's not something ye're used tae, my sire."

That hand moved lower until it cupped one breast and his thumb brushed her nipple, eliciting a barely smothered gasp. "Though I was hopin' tae make ye beg for me... Perhaps another time..."

Angelus finally laid down next to her, drawing her into the circle of his arms. "I do so love hearin' a woman beg..."

Darla arched an eyebrow, her gaze proud. Never would she beg her childe. NEVER. No matter how strong he got - there were always other options, and she vowed silently to find them. He'd forced enough of a surrender from her tonight....

But she let his words go and stroked his face with one small hand. "Have I really been so smothering to you as to deserve tonight's little... lesson?"

Her childe captured her hand in his and laid a searing kiss in her palm. "Not too smotherin', my love. But I am a man and a man is used tae havin' some control over his own destiny. I'm willin' tae follow yer lead in most things as ye are older and wiser than me. The only thing I ask is that ye never hide anythin' from me again."

He kissed the back of her hand now, lightly nipping at the translucent skin. "Never hide any missives from yer sire...And I will make ye proud. I will see that the next time ye waltz into his court, ye'll be treated like a queen. For ye are the sire o' a slayer killer..."

"Indeed, I am. And I couldn't be prouder of my darling boy," she wrapped an arm around his neck and half sat up to brush a gentle kiss to his mouth. She moved a strand dark hair from his eyes with her other hand. "Even Luke will tremble, my boy, when we return to court. And you'll have earned even my Sire's respect and awe..."

Angelus smiled again and whispered before pulling her down into his embrace. "Good. I like the thought o' that over-grown braggart tremblin' in his boots... Now back tae the matter at hand..." He once again cupped her breast in one large palm. "Let's see about my makin' sure that ye sleep very, very well today."

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PART 4