Title: The Whirlwind, Part One - Ave Maria
AUTHORS: Ace & Prophecy
EMAIL: rosewood@i... & prophecy_gurl@y...
RATING: Strong NC-17
CONTENT: Language, violence, sex - consensual and non, torture
DISTRIBUTION: Jen, 'Deadly Beloved' (http://www.geocities.com/prophecy_gurl/darla). 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.
SUMMARY: Spike wasn't the only vampire who killed slayers, he was just the one who bragged about it.
FEEDBACK: Send to both authors, please! We're dying to know what you guys make of this one! DEDICATION: To our regular writing partners - you know who you are - for being patient with us as we wrote this...

Whirlwind - Part 2

Ave Maria

******

A sip from the glass of wine, and Darla laughed. "So, yes - my poor brother! I've been dragging him around archeological digs in the blazing sun for a while now... He's learned that complaining just makes it more painful..." Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and she winked at the Englishman to soften her words.

Richard mirrored her laugh. His companion is so delightful, slightly forward in her speech but he chalked that up to all the years she had spent in the Colonies. "You worked on the Coliseum project? I'm surprised they let a woman on the site. The Italians are not know for being terribly progressive..."

"Mr. St. John," Darla bowed her head slightly and looked up at the Englishman through lowered lashes. "I can be a terribly persuasive lady when I want to be..." she flashed a mona-lisa smile. "Besides, I'm excellent at what I do..."

Richard flushed a little, the lady on his arm was so beautiful and refined. "I imagine that you are, Miss Westchester..."

"I'm doing it again, aren't I?" she noted his blush. "You must forgive my... brashness... When I was in Virginia, I somehow got into the habit of saying exactly what's on my mind... You can't imagine the trouble it's gotten me into!"

"No, dear lady. I would never consider you to be brash....Not in the least." He looks about the room, concerned that his Maria is no longer to be seen anywhere. "Miss Westchester, have you seen your brother about?"

A frown creased her brow, "Let me go speak to our footman... Send him to look for Angelus and your lovely ward..." She crossed the room swiftly to Daniel, one of the older minions. "Send two or three - Joseph, Antony and maybe another to the gardens. Have them attack Angelus and the girl with him. Then return to me when the fight is over and tell me where my darling boy is taking the girl. Understood?"

At the nod, she returned to Richard's side. "There - he's gone to find them now..."

"Ah good....So what started your interest in archaeology?" He handed the young woman a glass of red wine. Even though he was slightly concerned about Maria's whereabouts, he knew she would be able to handle herself without a problem. If his companion's brother got too fresh with his charge, she would simply put him in his place. Besides this young lady was truly delightful company.

"My father had a real interest in Egypt, and the Pharoahs... He'd show me books and take me to museums, mainly, I think, due Angelus' complete disinterest." A warm smile, "I was lucky enough to accompany him on a dig in the Holy Land before he died..."

"You did? I've always wanted to visit there...." He took a sip of his own wine. "But didn't you find the Muslims were even more difficult to work with than the Italians due to you being a member of the fairer sex?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," she feigned a little shudder. "But the Virginia-cultivated brashness and staying EXTREMELY close to my father helped... After he... passed on, I returned to the family home. Not a safe place for an unmarried woman..." Darla shook her head, "not at all."

"I am surprised that you didn't end up as the prize in some sultan's harem." His gaze was very complimentary. "That happens quite often there..."

She raised her fan to her face, hiding the fact that the maidenly blush that ought to have been there wasn't. "Why, Mr. St. John... I'm not sure whether to be flattered or insulted..." she bantered back, no sign of insult in her voice.

"I only speak the truth....Any man should consider himself lucky to have such a gracious lady in his home." Richard is mildly surprised by his own forwardness. This was something that went against his very nature but the last year with Maria had helped loosen some of the dictates of his strict upbringing. His little Slayer had taught him it was not only acceptable to be complimentary to a lady in public but here in Naples, it was expected.

Letting her fan close, Darla raised her wineglass in silent gratitude. This was almost tediously simple - even when she would slip up in her little fictions, her excuses were accepted. She had hoped for more of a battle of wits.

********

Angelus had the little Slayer ensconced in the library of their current home. She had eagerly joined him in a hired carriage and talked a little about her life and Naples as they traveled. Once she had checked the perimeter of the house, the two of them went inside.

The girl was a little cold so he started a fire and went to the kitchen to fetch a warm drink. If he was cautious he could use that warmth to offset his own temperature difference and the girl would not be the wiser for it. Plus there was that bottle of absinthe in the cupboard....

Maria had expected more nosferatu on the journey, and was a little surprised to find the house in such a peaceful state. "Perhaps your... enemies have relented?" she offered by way of an explanation. She would certainly go out on a hunt later in the evening to try to find the culprits. "Your sister ought to feel safer?"

Angelus walked back into the room with two steaming cups in his hands. "She should at that... Thank you for being so gracious as to accompany me to my home. May I offer you a warming drink?"

"That would be very kind of you, thank you..." she took a cup from him. "What is it?" she sniffed the strange liquid cautiously.

"Something my sister found in her travels. They call it chocolate..." Angelus took a sip and smiled encouragingly. "I believe you might like it. It's all the rage in Paris this year."

She flickered her eyes up to him over the rim of the mug. "Alright - I trust you..." she took careful sip, before smiling broadly. "It's delicious!"

"It will warm you all the way down to your toes, bella. It should make the return trip less....tedious." Angelus sat in one of the chairs by the fire. His deep brown eyes twinkled as he asked casually, "So, how is it that you are so strong, darlin'?"

"I'm not all that strong..." she demurred, sipping the chocolate, hoping he'd drop the subject.

"I saw what you can do, cara. You are amazing as well as beautiful." Angelus indicated the other chair. "Come sit by the fire for a moment, at least until you finish your drink..."

Maria accepted the offer, grateful to be invited to sit as all of a sudden she'd come over all light-headed. Perhaps the temperature change? And her skin felt slightly tingly - from the chocolate, perhaps?

Angelus watched her very carefully, noting the slight flush of her dusky skin. Soon she would be ready and he found himself anticipating her surrender to his charms. The girl was not unpleasant to look at, indeed, she was a beauty. Not blonde and glorious like his sire, but dark, earthy, full of undiscovered sensuality…..

She would make a pleasant diversion for a few hours before he killed her.

He took another sip. "It's delightful, is it not?"

"It's... it's not ether or spirits?" she asked, blinking slightly, and attempting to shake off the heady sensation.

"No, just a bean from the Americas, mixed with a little cinnamon and cloves..." Angelus leaned forward, noting that her eyes were becoming dilated. Oozing mock concern, he asked, "Are you all right, cara mia?"

"Just a little dizzy..." balancing the cup on her lap, she rubbed at her temples. "Perhaps I had too much wine at the party..." Alcohol didn't normally effect her like this - very strange.

Suppressing a triumphant smile, Angelus moved forward, taking her hand in his as he stood up. "Perhaps you need to walk it off?"

Maria took his hand, getting up slowly, her movements becoming a little sluggish.

The vampire watched the girl waver and then stumble. The drug was working faster than he thought. It was the perfect thing to use, it would dull her responses for about an hour. When she regained full comprehension, her body would be ultra-sensitive.

Which suited his purposes exactly.

He caught her easily and lifted her into his arms. With three sure steps, Angelus made his way to a low divan and sat down with the girl cradled against him. She was a pleasant armful, warm and yielding to him. Nicely rounded in all the right spots, the human he had been would have been more than happy to give this lass a toss or two……

Or three……

Her vision swam, and her head felt about ten times bigger than it should be. A thump-thump noise filled her ears and it took a moment or two for Maria to realize it's her own pulse. She wriggled about, trying to ascertain what the nice-smelling, unyielding thing she was curled up to was.

Angelus lifted her little chin and gazed into her eyes. The pupils were almost fully dilated and she was so very plaint. He kissed her gently, curbing his natural impulse to take full possession of her mouth. The drink should have warmed him sufficiently...

"Mmm..." a soft moan was as close to language as she could process. One strong hand found the face that was kissing her - Maria was vaguely aware that she was been kissed, and by someone who obviously knew what they're doing. She blinked, gazing uncomprehending into Angelus' face. At this point it could have been the mother superior of St Augustine's convent for all she could tell, and for all she cared.

"Ah, bella...You taste so sweet..." Angelus cupped her hand in his, drawing it away from his cool face. When his mouth returned to hers, it was more insistent, more forceful. The girl was acquiescent and he was ready....

The darkness and sweetness of oblivion seemed to be hovering, threatening to envelop her with this strong kiss. So tempting... dangerous, but irresistible. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she slowly joined it with the fire that burned deep in her belly. Strength and primacy... no thought, no fear... just sensation... and the dance with the abyss

***

Darla had paled, eyes widening when the footman returned with news that Angelus and Maria had been attacked. She sat down, pretending to tremble. "Not again!" A feigned sob tore from her lips, as she appeared to forget the Englishman as she struggled for control. "Ready the coach," she ordered the foot-vamp, who scurried off.

As if suddenly remembering she wasn't alone, she put her hand on Richard's. "I should see if my brother is alright...Forgive me."

"Let me accompany you, dear lady. If for nothing more than company on the ride home as your brother has left you without escort." Richard was worried about Maria. From the description of the incident, she had dusted several vampires.

She nodded weakly, "Thank you for your kindness..." /And give me strength not to feed you your voicebox.../

****

The trip to the villa was relatively quick and rather silent. Richard found himself admiring Miss Westchester's poise despite the danger her brother had recently faced. When they arrived at the home, he alighted from the carriage and helped the lady down.

"Wo-Would you like to come in? I'm fairly certain my brother will be taking care of your Maria... poor little thing must have been so shocked..." she hurried to the doors.

"Thank you, my dear. I am worried about my little charge." He followed her into the gracious home, noting the richness of the decor and the tidy condition. These were very wealthy people.

Darla's ears pricked up with surprise and delight as they entered. So, he'd managed to seduce the Slayer had he? She suppressed the urge to laugh in Richard's face. He and his slayer were lovers, that had been plain in his scent and the way he spoke of her. Wouldn't the discovery of his slayer in her boy's arms be delicious?

"If I know my brother, they'll be in the..." she paused, letting her ears locate the faint groans and the rapid pulse. "Library... this way, sir..."

Richard followed her, oblivious to the faint noises. He was admiring the artwork on the walls until they came to a partially open door. "The library, I presume..."

His heart dropped to the floor when he pushed the door fully open. The sight that greeted him belonged in the very worst of his nightmares. His darling girl was lying underneath Miss Westchester's brother, their bodies writhing in the firelight. A red coat had been carelessly flung to the floor, the other man's shirt was open and Maria's skirt were bunched around her waist, her strong, slender legs were intertwined with his as his slim hips ground against her.

Darla chuckled at the sheer horror emanating from the annoying, obnoxious man. "What a pretty sight..." she murmured, allowing her demon to rise to the surface.

Richard swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He had been so afraid that his Maria would choose another man and so she had.....He turned toward his hostess prepared to stammer his apologies for his ward's lascivious behavior and found himself face to face with a demon.

"Aren't they adorable? Your little Slayer and my darling boy..." she gazed into the room again. "He wins the little wager we had... I bet he couldn't get the little trollop to spread her legs..." She shrugged, "ah well..."

"You're....you both are vampires? Maria...MARIA!!!"

She seized him by the throat, silencing his yells by lifting him off his feet, choking him. "It's not nice to interrupt..."

The room was growing dark. He had failed in his duty. He had not protected his Slayer, he had not watched as he should. Richard struggled briefly, then lost consciousness.

Angelus looked up at Darla and gave her a wicked smile, silently mouthing the words. "So nice of you to join us, my sire."

"Arrogant brat..." She grinned warmly at him, heading to the playroom to get restraints for the Englishman. Laughing to herself, she wondered what her boy would have in mind to collect his winnings from their bet...

*****

Richard roused slowly and in a muddled state. The first things he was truly aware of was his current immobility. His hands and legs were tied to a wooden chair and he was gagged. The room was very quiet....

So quiet that the only thing he could hear beyond his own thudding heart was a wet noise, like a vampire sucking on a victim. /Maria.... Oh God, my sweet Maria…/

A feminine groan fractured the silence... followed by rapid babbling in Italian.

The blindfold was removed from his eyes, and Darla Westchester came into view. "Mustn't stop your sacred duty to watch, now must I?" she sneered slightly, her true face still in evidence.

"Is she a screamer?" Her eyes danced with malice.

Richard gasped at the tableau laid out in front of him. Maria was lying on a table, completely nude and the other vampire, the one named Angelus had his head between her legs.

/Oh God, he's feeding from her there.... How can any creature be so cruel?/ This was not happening, it must not be happening. Richard tried to call out to Maria but his mouth was gagged and from the feel of it, the cloth was her lacy under-garments.

Angelus lifted his head to look at the other man, his chin glistening in the dim firelight. His features were still human, there was no sign of his demon other than the saffron of his eyes. He smiled lazily, licking his lips to capture the flavor that clung there.

Darla shivered appreciatively, "Aren't they erotic?" she murmured to the Watcher. "My boy has a spectacular mouth..." she gestured to the writhing young woman. "Well, your little whore's certainly enjoying herself..."

Her whispers were drowned out by Maria's cry, "Dio nel cielo, Angelus!"

"Si, cara mia...Dolce..." Angelus lowered his head again, his eyes boring into the bound watcher's. The girl was sweet, so warm and human, her powerful blood singing to him as he explored her with his mouth. Pity that by the end of this night she would be dead. He wouldn't have minded keeping her around for a few weeks….for food and for sex…..

Richard wept as he watched his beloved in the vampire's arms. She was making sounds he had never heard from her before. It was obvious the vampire was not feeding, instead he was making love to his Slayer, to his Maria.

The vampiress laughed out loud, bending to lap the tears from his cheeks with a cold tongue. Oh how her boy would delight in the knowledge that he made the watcher weep!

The little slayer wanted to yell, and to weep all at once... the sensations were tearing her apart but she wouldn't have wanted them to stop for anything in the whole world.

Angelus felt the girl shuddering beneath him and could not resist flashing the pompous Englishman a triumphant smile. He had made the little slayer come and she'd done it crying his name. It was such a delicious victory over both the girl and her watcher....

And his sire...

Richard continued to weep, the tears would not stop. He couldn't save her.... He couldn't even save himself from their doom. His girl would die like so many before her....

Angelus waited for the tremors to stop before he covered Maria's slight frame with his much larger one. He kissed her, long and deep. It would not do to tip his hand too early, so he quelled his blood lust, using the kiss for a diversion as his eyes returned to their human color. In a parody of lover-like behavior, he cupped her face in one hand, gazing down into her pleasure-suffused countenance.

"I... I see why they call you 'angel'..." Maria whispered, shyly. "I thank God for thee..."

Darla rolled her eyes - honestly! Naivete was one thing, pious stupidity was another thing entirely. Very little else annoyed her as much.

"Sweet little girl... " A kiss, then another and another as he stifled laughter against her skin. The delicious irony of this situation was not lost on him in the least. A slayer thanking her God for sending her into the hands of the enemy…

"God has nothing to do with this...." Angelus held her tightly for another minute then drew away. He gave her a smoldering glance that told of the delights still to come, delights that he could see she was eager to experience. The vampire rose smoothly to his feet, crossing the room to draw back the curtains.

Richard wanted to scream, there were chains hanging from the ceiling and it was obvious to him what would come next. Especially when the dark-haired vampire carefully lifted his girl from the table and carried her to that alcove.

Maria looked up at Angelus, questioningly. "You're not a religious man?" she queried, addressing his comment, first. "What are you doing?"

"Now the games will truly begin..." Darla smirked down at the Watcher. "Oh don't look so sad - it's her time... her God is calling her home..." she offered snidely.

"Do you trust me, cara?....I can make you feel so good." Angelus kissed Maria softly, cursing inwardly the need for tenderness. But until the girl was secured, both he and his sire were in danger, deadly danger. She had made such short work of their fledges.....

Richard tried to move, he tried to make some sort of noise. His heart was thundering in his chest as he watched Maria being led to her death. Part of him prayed that it would be quick although he knew that to be an impossible dream.

Biting her lip softly, Maria nodded slowly. His promise was just too alluring after he had nearly made her weep with pleasure. "I trust you..."

That damnable vampiress' voice in Richard's ear again, "Kill me, oh please, Angelus... kill me now..." she mimicked Maria's Italian accented English.

"Good....Now just lift your arms for me. Oh, such a good lass..." Angelus locked first one hand and then the other into the dangling iron shackles. Once the girl was secure, he ran his large hands over her lush form. "You are so beautiful...."

He kissed her again, this time hard and more forceful than before.... Soon... he would release his demon soon. Once he'd completely possessed the girl while her lover watched.

Then he would feed.

Richard thumped the back of his head against the chair, trying to make enough noise. But it was too late, it was too late. His Maria was secured in those chains and the vampire was lifting her, poising himself so all it would take would be one upward thrust and that beast would know all the delights that had only been given to him.

"Please?" Maria was normally so proud - but there was a time and a place for pride and this certainly wasn't it. She strained against the shackles, surprised that they didn't give.

"Please?....Oh, cara, I will more than please you.." Angelus held her hips for a moment, savoring the full curves before lowering her onto his hard length. He hissed at the sensation of ultimate warmth, he'd forgotten that mortal women were so incredibly hot.

As the girl in his arms trembled, he smiled at her. "Just ask my darlin' sister how much I please her..."

Maria's pleasure-lidded eyes snapped open, "You should not say such things..."

Darla covered her mouth with her hands to avoid laughing out loud. The shock had acted like a bucket of cold water to the drugged slayer. Now the games would get more interesting...

"Why not? It's the truth." Angelus thrust up into her harder this time. Filling her, stretching her... Obviously Richard was a smaller man…..a much smaller man. "You should hear the things she says to me when I'm fucking her..."

His face was starting to change, fangs elongating and eyes glowing deep saffron. Angelus took her face in his hands and turned Maria until she was looking right at him. "Surprise..."

The little slayer screamed in utter horror.

She began to struggle against him, pulling frantically on her shackles. What had she done?! Richard would be so angry!

"Nicely done, Precious..." Darla laughed, patting the Englishman's leg before slipping into the room behind her childe. She cupped his ass firmly in her hands, kissing his neck. "Enjoying her?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. Nice and tight. Hasn't had much inside her yet....Tsk, tsk. Richard, you are such a disappointment." Angelus turned his head to kiss his sire and thrust again into the girl being held fast against his chest.

"Guess I'll just have to make sure to use every single part of her before tonight is over. I so hate leavin' a job half done..." He shot a triumphant look over his shoulder at the bound watcher and smiled, baring his fangs.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Maria screamed at him, "and her!" The fury and righteous anger died as she followed the vampire's gaze. She froze utterly, a cry of despair wrung from her very soul.

Richard was there.

"Of course you will, dear..." Darla chuckled and raked her eyes over the little Italian. "She IS tasty..."

"I could share...." Angelus smiled at his sire. "But her blood is mine..."

Tears were running down Richard's face as his eyes met Maria's. He silently bade her to be brave, to try and save herself if she could.

"Oh isn't this touching?" Darla noticed the silent communication between Slayer and Watcher. "Let me spell this out to you both in case either of you is missing something here - you will both know pain and terror..." an idea occurred to her. "And you will watch your Slayer die, Richard... and live to tell the tale..."

Maria spat on the vampiress, her dark eyes blazing with utter hatred.

Angelus slapped Maria hard. "Show proper respect to my sire, or I will make this ten times worse... Perhaps I should go looking for your family? You said the eldest was what, 14? And the next 13...Just the right age..."

He thrust even harder, feeling something deep inside her tear open. Blood trickled down, a warm trail of it seeping out of her. Angelus steadied her with one hand and reached for that trickle. He brought a bloodied finger to his mouth and sucked on it.

"Mmmm…dolce...Sweeter than even your cunny...."

Maria fought to keep her face an impassive mask of hatred, still struggling against him. She HAD to stop this bastard...

Darla kissed her childe's forehead, "I'm going to play voyeur with the watcher again for a while, precious..."

"You do that while I entertain our guest...." Angelus gripped the girl's hips in his large hands and whispered. "Think I'll start with the younger one first. They bleed so nicely at that age. One good fuck and they cover you in such a sweet flow."

"What was her name again?... Rose...Little Rose who I could prick with this thorn of mine.." He punctuated his words with harsh movements, no longer seeking to give pleasure. Pain was the object now.

"God help me, I will see thy dust on the streets..." Maria growled, her little form trembling with pain that she would NOT give voice to.

Arching an eyebrow, Darla cooed, "Better check that sweet little ass for a stake... sounds like SOMETHING'S stuck up there..."

Angelus grinned, baring his fangs. "Perhaps I should check there.....Later..."

Several hard, harsh thrusts and more warm blood on his thighs. It was arousing another lust within him, one that could only be slaked by sinking his fangs in that lovely throat. "Is that all the fight you have in you? Scream all you want, Maria. Only the damned will hear you now."

Richard flinched, his heart breaking as he watched the two of them. This was an abomination, the most un-natural thing he had ever witnessed. No vampire should ever be able to touch a slayer in this fashion.

Shuddering to stifle her cries, Maria glared at her tormentor. "I would... not give you the satisfaction of my cries, Demon..." She met Richard's eyes, unafraid.

"She's a strong one," Darla remarked, coming to stand behind the Watcher and rubbing his shoulders, musingly.

Richard tried to shake her off and glared at the vampiress. How could he have ever thought of this creature as something refined and delicate? She disgusted him thoroughly.

Angelus laughed at her proud demeanor, he knew how to break this girl. She was devoted to that man's children. "Give me what I want from you and I will spare the tykes. Otherwise I'll take the girls for myself and give the boy to my Darla. She's always wanted a child of her own....."

Another shudder wracked her body. "And my reason for believing you?" She managed.

"I could swear on my mother's grave.... That is if they ever go around to burying her body. Seems I left no one alive in my village to take care of that little chore..." He scraped his fangs along her shoulder and tasted the blood. Just as he had suspected, it was powerful.

So powerful that he almost dropped her.

Angelus thrust harder and faster, feeling the body in his arms relax just a little. "I could make this pleasurable for you, little one. Or I can make this hell on earth....Your choice."

As the Watcher shook her off, Darla unlaced the heavy skirt of her gown and came around to sit on Richard's lap in her bodice and underskirts. "Aren't they arousing?"

Richard was revolted by the woman in his lap. Had his hands been free he would have pushed her away. But he was just as much her captive as his chained Slayer was Angelus'.

Her beloved watcher had taught Maria of a way to detach her mind from her body to tolerate discomfort... She'd not been terribly adept at the art, but was concentrating very hard to achieve the divorced mind/body state.

Angelus dipped his head toward Maria's throat, his fangs poised there. "Have you ever felt the bite, cara? I know you have killed many of my kind but has one of us ever tasted you?" He had slipped one hand between then, caressing her intimately and driving her back to reality. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like? Does it hurt, does it not?"

She squeezed her eyes shut - the devil was showing him the darker side of her soul... there was no other explanation for it... Stubbornly, she tried again to detach herself, not wanting to give this creature anything more to play with.

"She is truly terrible at focusing elsewhere, Richard..." Darla roughly patted the watcher's cheek. "She incompetent or didn't you teach her well enough?"

"That's it, cara. Come back to me...." Angelus was using his considerable skill as a lover. Stroking her just so, timing his movements to hers. Maria's breathing was getting heavier, her concentration was wavering.

Maria caught her lower lip between her teeth as any detachment fled. She bit down, trying to fight her body's reactions to this angelic-faced demon. The humiliation alone was suffocating.

The watcher flinched away from Darla's cold hand. He glared at her.

"You know, I sort of want to hear your arrogant whimpering..." Darla mused, yanking the lingerie-gag from the watcher's mouth. "But if you get annoying, I'll cut out your tongue..."

Richard coughed, trying to clear his throat. He whispered to his Slayer. "Maria....Fight him...."

Angelus laughed, the sound deep and rich. His voice held that lilting tone so reminiscent of his native Galway. "Aye, fight me lass....I want to feel you struggle. Makes the fucking so much sweeter.."

"He loves it when it gets rough..." Darla smiles at the young woman in a parody of kindness. "What about your old man? Hmm... Mind if I borrow him for a while?" she very lightly nips Richard's earlobe.

"Harlot!" Maria hisses.

Darla's laugh rings out in harmony with her boy's. "No, little one, that was in life..."

"You bitch..." Richard glared at Darla, trying to move away from her. But she was right, part of him was responding to the perverse sexuality occurring in this room. He was mortified by his own body's betrayal.

Angelus pulled the girl even closer, he was riding the edge of fulfillment. It would take very little for him to spill into her but he wanted to feel her come. Wanted her to suffer that ultimate humiliation by not being able to resist his charms. He laid his thumb over the apex of her sex and pressed that spot he had found earlier with his tongue. The one that had made her sob his name.

The steely resolve cracked slightly, "Don't..." Maria squirmed, trying to escape his touch and the burning shame.

"Isn't fornication a mortal sin, Watcher?" Darla's cool tongue briefly feathered across his lips. "Without a priest at hand to save her soul, my boy is damning your girl? Isn't that atrocious?" she laughed.

"Maria will never be damned.... You who lie with your brother are far more damned than she." Richard twisted his head away, determined not to give in.

"Not my sister, you fool. My sire...." Angelus snorted in contempt at the pompous little man. His thumb was still moving, his hips still moving, his cock reaching further and further into his prey. The girl was almost there, almost there...

Shaking her head frantically, the little slayer gasped out a cry that was equal parts horror and ecstasy... Super-humanly strong, and criminally hot muscles clamped down and pulsed around his cock... Tears of shame escape, as she bowed her head in humiliation, not looking at her Richard...

Darla's applause and delighted laughter echo in her ears.

"Good girl....Now it's my turn." Angelus sank his fangs in her neck and drank. The first drops of her blood were enough to trigger his own climax. He lifted his mouth from her fragrant skin and roared in satisfaction before returning to his feeding.

Angelus took a few greedy gulps, feeling the girl tighten on him again. Not wanting to kill her just yet, he licked the wound with his cool tongue. "Told you I could make it pleasurable...."

The bound watcher screamed aloud, releasing all his outrage and horror in that wordless cry. He had seen his charge violated before his very eyes and now the vampire had fed from her. Nothing could be worse than this....

"You'll get your turn..." Darla promised, rubbing his back, knowing the more gentle and lady-like she behaved the more it enraged the man. "Do I get a taste, precious?" She hopped off the watcher's lap and crossed the room, utterly aroused at the power her boy was demonstrating. She hadn't realized he had it in him!

Angelus savored the taste in his mouth, feeling an unknown strength course through him. He withdrew from the girl and turned toward his sire, raising one eyebrow. "You want a taste?"

"I've never tasted a slayer..." she explained, folding her arms, waiting her turn.

Angelus smiled and cocked his head before replying with a simple, "No..."

"_NO?!" she repeated, incredulously. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean no....I won the bet. She's mine..."

Darla made an amused noise, "We're getting terribly arrogant, aren't we, Angelus?"

"You agreed to the terms...." Angelus returned her smile. "If you want a taste, I think there's still some clinging to.....parts of me." He pointedly looked down at the blood smeared on his thighs and cock.

She just looked at him. There was no way in hell he was serious! The utter pride she was feeling in respect to his achievement was becoming tempered a little with the sensation that she was losing her control over the boy.

Angelus licked his lips. "It is an amazing flavor, rich and full.... Like the best brandy." He knew he was pressing Darla's limits. She had always been the one in control of their relationship. Until this very moment.

"You're pushing your luck, boy..." she eyed him fiercely, her small right hand sliding up a thigh to wrap firmly around his cock... before pulling it away to lap the blood from it. He'd pay for the arrogance later...

A bet was a bet after all.

Angelus smiled down at his petite sire. How like her to avoid complying with his every whim. But she had made the bet and he had won. "So...do you like it? Is it to your taste, dearest sister?"

"Pleasant... and you can stop with the insipid 'sister dear' horse shit at the moment..." she informed him tersely. Darla was beginning to regret that hastily made bet - and she had a feeling that before long she'd sorely regret underestimating her boy.

"You aren't thinkin' of backin' out on me now, are you love?" Angelus touched her face gently then wound his hands in her hair and pulled her close. "We had an agreement, I recall..."

He ran his free hand down her throat and over the rise of her breast where it curved above the corset. "I would hate to think I couldn't trust you to keep your word..."

Darla glowered up at him, mentally cursing, but keeping her expression in the rictus of a smile. She hadn't been played this easily since Luke, and hadn't been taunted with a lack of power since the last time she'd been in her Sire's bed.

"I'm a woman of my word, Boy, you know that much at least, I trust..." No 'Darling' prefix to soften it this time, just 'Boy'. A reminder to him...

He toyed with the laces of her corset and tugged on them. "Boy, is it now?....Seems to me just last night I was your stallion. How is it I've been reduced in stature?" Angelus kissed her throat, scraping his fangs along the delicate skin. "Need I remind you who graces your bed every night? Or who you chose over your own sire?.....And why?"

"Novelty, perhaps?" she arched an eyebrow, blue eyes icy.

"I didn't think you'd want to rush your reward so soon..." A light shrug of her shoulders, "It's your choice... and it's no humiliation to me, so don't start thinking that..." She informed him haughtily.

Richard was working on the bonds that held him to the chair. Taking advantage of the vampire's heated debate, he shifted his fingers. If he could just get one hand loose, they might have a chance.....

Angelus laughed aloud. "You are right as always…. Why rush, the night is young. And the blood is still fresh." He turned away from his sire to admire the girl still hanging in the chains but he could not resist a parting shot at his sire. "As always, you are a delightful wench....How lucky of me to have picked that particular alley..."

A growl escaped her throat. _Wench?!_ Oh, he certainly was playing with fire. No one had called her a wench in years. No one had DARED. She whirled back to the Watcher, and noticed his squirming. "And what the hell do you think you're doing?" She seized his hair and yanked his head back forcefully. "I warned you not to make me angry..."

Richard gasped, the pull on his hair was so very painful. But he refused to act weak. "As if your being angry could make this situation any worse, you fiend from hell...."

The vampiress slapped his face, "I will not tolerate your insolence, Watcher!"

Maria had hoped the blonde vampiress would keep Angelus occupied a little longer... She wasn't quite recovered from bloodloss, and the draining had slowed her body's supernatural healing powers...

TBC

Part 3