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 3

Ave Maria

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Angelus walked over to the little slayer and fondled one of her breasts rather idly. "Maria? Have you recovered yet, cara?...Are you ready for more?"

Maria's dark eyes blazed with hatred and she raised her chin defiantly at him, not saying a word. She knew her silence would have more impact than any words she might come up with.

Angelus chuckled. "So silent....After the words you cried to me earlier, this attitude reeks of hypocrisy, little slayer... Need I remind you too?" He tilted his head, his lips brushing against her smooth cheek. The words mocked her earlier passion for him. "Dio nel cielo, Angelus...."

His hands moved over her body, sliding between her legs and coating his fingers with both her blood and his semen. "Shall I share you with your lover, cara mia?"

A tremor of fury shakes her small form. He WOULDN'T. Not even this demon hellspawn could possibly... She stops mid-thought, knowing that this bastard would do anything to elicit a whimper.

"Wouldn't you like a taste, Watcher? Your girl is so delicious..." Darla smirked, letting her grip on his hair go.

Richard blanched, the bile rising in his throat again. They wouldn't dare....

Angelus coated his fingers completely, delving up inside her body to soak up as much as possible of their combined fluids. With a brutal kiss, he left Maria hanging in her chains and stalked toward the bound watcher. The smile on his face bordered on diabolical.

"Don't!" the girl pulled on her shackles. "Please, Angelus, leave him be!"

"Now why would I want to do that? He's just as much a guest in our home as you are. How can I not offer him refreshments?" Angelus gave her a gracious smile and a mocking bow.

"PLEASE..." she yanked on the shackles. Maria could endure whatever he did to her, but she couldn't stand the thought of him touching her Richard.

"Isn't this touching? She won't beg for herself, but she begs for you..." Darla cooed to the Watcher. "Whatever could you have done to deserve such loyalty...?"

"I gave her what you two are incapable of....My love and respect." Richard spat his answer at the vampiress, shying away for the man that now loomed at his side. A large cold hand gripped his shoulder and he found himself staring into deep saffron eyes.

Angelus leaned over, stopping only inches away from the bound watcher. He ran his other hand underneath his nose and took a deep breath. "She smells like a fine wine...Have a taste..."

"Open wide, Richard... There's a good boy..." Darla shivered with delight, taking in the Slayer's cries, the disgust and horror of the Watcher... And the unholy power her darling boy was projecting...

Richard turned his head away, only to have it forced back into position. His tightly clenched jaw was pried open and cold, wet fingers were thrust into his mouth. He retched, struggling to get away from a taste he would never forget.

Angelus laughed at the other man's feeble attempts at escape. There was so much strength running through his veins right now. He felt he could take on the Master and reduce him to dust with a flick of one wrist.

Darla rubbed her boy's back encouragingly, eyes sparkling at the reactions of Watcher and Slayer. The surge of pride she felt almost made his brattish behavior forgivable. "Not to your taste, Richard? Pity..."

"Doesn't seem to be... Shame, she tasted wonderful to me..." Angelus kept his hand in the other man's mouth, making certain to smear the blood all around his lips. "In fact she tasted like bliss..."

Richard gagged, then bit down on those large fingers. His action was rewarded by a stinging slap that almost broke his neck. The beast was now angry with him and the sight of those saffron eyes were more terrifying than anything he had ever seen before. He prayed that he would not disgrace himself….

Darla 's musical laugh rang out, "Alright... that impressed me! Didn't think you had the nerve, Richard..." she put her hand on Angelus' shoulder. "You must give him credit for daring..."

Angelus growled. "Credit for what? For signing his own death warrant?" He grabbed the other man by the throat. "Be grateful it was only my hand in your mouth, little man. I could have used something much worse...."

The adrenaline surge of fury had energized Maria, and she was trying to work the shackles loose... And god help that monster when she got her hands on him.

"Do you fancy some brandy, precious?" Darla crossed over to the decanter in the corner. She had no idea what the boy would do next and it was slightly exhilarating

"A brandy would be nice." Angelus leaned against the edge of the table, supremely unconcerned about his unclad state. He stared at the watcher, noting the trail of tears on his cheeks. Crying for the girl apparently. How……touching and so utterly futile.

Angelus glanced over at the girl, who was pulling against the chains. The look on her face was pure fury. "Cara....You object to my treatment of your lover?"

The little slayer yanked harder on her chains, cursing under her breath in the kind of Italian her watcher had no idea she knew.

Sipping her brandy and passing her boy his, Darla shook her head at Maria. "Such language, little one... Not the sort of words a lady should use at all..." She raised her glass to Angelus. "So, what shall we drink to?"

"To bets...." Angelus smiled at her over the rim of his glass. "To the whirlwind..."

Turning his amber-tinted gaze back to Maria, the vampire licked his lips. "To whips...."

"Breaking out the toy chest? You *do* mean business..." Darla looked at him wonderingly. /When did he get THIS vicious? How did I miss it?/

"I do indeed....Bring me the cat..." Angelus did not wait for her reply. Instead he set down his glass and approached the struggling girl. He stalked her like the supreme predator he was, gauging her movements, her reactions. The drug should be wearing off by now and each kiss of the whip would set her skin aflame.

Feeling vaguely patronized at being given an order, Darla nonetheless fetched Angelus his favorite cat o' nine tails. She nestled down on the Watcher's lap. "You done gagging?"

"If I get loose, monster..." Maria hissed at him.

Angelus coiled the whip around his hand. His rich voice echoed in the room as he leaned toward her with one brow raised. "You'll do what, cara?……Fuck me again?"

Richard choked, trying to distance himself from the creature in his arms. There was blood on his cheek and in his mouth. Blood and something much, much worse….

Darla chuckled softly, lapping the blood from his cheek. "Relax and enjoy the show... deSade himself would stand in awe at my boy..."

"I swear you'll not see another moon if I get loose..." Maria growled, anger over-riding any common-sense fear reactions to the whip in the vampire's hand.

"Interesting threat….Pity that you won't live to see another sunrise." Angelus flicked his wrist and the whip sang in the air, the tip of it catching the merest wisp of her hair. He was an expert at wielding a whip, he'd learned the skill in his mortal days from working his father's horses. Darla had merely refined his natural talent.

The whip rose and fell, cutting a slice in the dusky skin of her hip. Angelus laughed as the girl squirmed. "I'm rather good at this....I can make it last for hours."

"God no....Please no....." Richard pled under his breath. He was proud of how well Maria was facing down the monster but his heart bled for the pain she was surely to endure.

Darla watched the agony play across the slayer's face as her boy peppered the soft skin with welts and cuts... she shifted about on the Watcher's lap, bosom heaving. The innate evil and destruction coming to the fore in her childe was intoxicating... By the time the little slayer first whimpered, Darla was fairly close to whimpering herself... just from watching... and hearing... and smelling... she could taste the horror and pain from the humans

"Oh Angelus..." she murmured, licking her lips.

Angelus ceased his actions and licked a fleck of blood off his hand. He was hard, ready to take the slayer again, this time in a much more humiliating fashion than before. But his sire was calling to him.

The younger vampire turned his head, human countenance firmly in place. The sight of his human mask seemed to bother the girl more than his demon visage so he had slid into it after the first few strokes of the whip. "Sire?"

"When did you get so..." she shakes her head, a little shiver running down her spine, "so diabolical, precious?"

"It's not a new thing, lover..... Just kept it hidden...." He returned his attention to the slayer, noting the raw wounds on her legs, her back, her breasts. She was a work of art now, something he could be proud of...

"Why hide it?" Her low voice was even huskier than normal. "It's a talent to be nurtured..."

She stood up from her perch on the Watcher's lap. "I had no idea you had this kind of evil in you..." she looked at him, properly, for the first time in a long time.

Angelus preened, coiling the bloody whip in his hands. "Didn't think you wanted to be outshone...."

"It's not a matter of out shining... it's about... developing this potential!" she exclaimed, reaching out her hands. "You're amazing, precious... I had no idea..."

Angelus laid the whip down on the table and took her hands in his. He kissed her fingers and nipped at them. "Glad you approve...."

She chuckled softly, "I'm squirming just watching you, my dear boy..." she admitted, marveling.

Angelus raises an eyebrow. "Squirmin' are you, sweetheart? Is there somethin' I can do to help wi' that since our friend Richard is such a prig?"

"You certainly could, darling... but we're playing your game tonight, remember?" It was the closest to a willing submission Darla had ever gotten.

"Aye, that we are...." Angelus smiled slowly. "On your knees then." He glanced at the slayer who hung limply in her chains. She would keep for a while...

Darla made a noise in her throat. It had certainly been a while... She let go of one of his hands and adjusted her underskirts, kneeling slowly. "I'm getting too old for this..." she muttered.

"You will never be old, lover...." Angelus smiled at her. She made such a fetching picture there at his feet. Lovely blonde curls, beautiful eyes, cruelly sweet mouth... "Suck...."

Darla had always drawn the line at pleasuring her childe orally. She'd done it for her own sire and for any of her lovers that had been stronger than her... but never her own childe. A promise was a promise... she leaned forward to lap the flecks of blood from her boy's thighs.

Angelus leaned back against the table, a soft purr rising in his throat. That little pink tongue lapping at him was wonderful. He'd wanted her to do this for so very long but she had invariably demurred. Even after he had spent hours in the very same position pleasuring her, Darla had always refused him this treat. This act proved to him that she was serious about keeping her part of the bargain.

Since this would be the one and only time her boy would get this particular treat Darla abandoned all attempts at retaining a measure of dignity. She'd had the knack for this even in life - and since she no longer had any need to breathe, her time as a courtesan at the Order of Aurelius' court had only improved upon the old skill. It had been a while, but it all came back to her and it didn't take long before she was suckling her childe as eagerly.

This would be a once-ever experience her arrogant childe would not soon forget...

Angelus moaned and held her head in place with one large hand. He found himself breathing out of pure reflexive shock. Her mouth was so good, so damned good. Even in his varied experience as a mortal, he'd never encountered anything like this before.

"Sweet Hell, Darla... Where did you learn to do this?"

Darla sat back on her heels, and looked up at her boy. "Virginia... and the Master's Court..." a little shrug. She was smothering the urge to smirk - anticipating one hell of a reaction to the notion of herself and "Old bat face".

Angelus shuddered at that thought, then grabbed her hair. "You did this for him but not me? You really are a cold bitch...." He forced her back into place, thrusting into her mouth. "And I love you for it...."

A little shocked, but utterly titilated at the fierceness of her boy, Darla found herself very grateful that a gag reflex wasn't something she had to worry about as a vampire. Her small hands gripped his thighs, razor-sharp nails raking the skin as he fucked her mouth.

"Mmmm...That's it...." He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feelings that were over-whelming him. He'd fed on such rich blood, had already slaked his lust in the body of a slayer and now his own sire was on her knees in front of him, her mouth full of his cock.

Angelus was very, very pleased. Eternity couldn't get any better than this.....

How she ended up in this position was something Darla would look back on with a sense of wonder and shock. Smug little brat could wrap her around his little finger... She was terribly fond of him and that would mostly explain why she hadn't staked him for his arrogance...

And then there was the old possessive streak - he was HERS. And she intended to keep him that way. If it took the occasional blowjob, well, then so be it.

"So good...." Angelus was lost in the sensation, no longer paying attention to anything but that incredible mouth. He'd do anything to experience this kind of pleasure with her again. Even if it meant groveling to old "bat-face".....

Anything...

Richard had managed to work several fingers free from their confinement. Sweat was beading on his brow as he fumbled one-handedly with a knot. He was trying not to watch the two creatures as they mated before his very eyes. He'd heard of women who would indulge men in that particular fashion but he had never actually experienced it himself.

And judging from the noises coming from the big male, it was something bordering on exquisite pleasure. The watcher willed his body not to react, trying to focus on the possibility of escape.

Darla growled softly, her small hands sliding from his thighs to cup his ass, leaving deep scratches marking her path. She was surprised he'd had the control to last this long - another lesson in not underestimating the boy...

Angelus shivered, the growl was the final straw. One, two, three deep full thrusts and he was gasping aloud. Pleasure rose up in waves as he closed his eyes and came in her mouth. Darla tried to draw away but he held her there, his fingers like iron talons in her hair. "Swallow...."

Blue eyes turned icy and she glared up at him. But she'd learned a long time ago that making an issue out of this sort of thing only turned it into a weapon for humiliation. Rolling her eyes at him in disgust, she did as she was told.

"Good girl...." Angelus released his hold on her hair. He knew he was treading on thin ice with Darla. But he also knew he was currently stronger than she. The slayer's blood had done something profound to him.

"Don't 'good girl' me..." she advised, wiping at her lips with the hem of her underskirt and holding out her hand to be pulled to her feet.

Richard almost had one hand completely free. Just a few more moments of distraction.... He caught Maria's eye and signaled her with a quiet nod, letting her know he was still trying to save them.

Maria's heart skipped a beat in relief.

Angelus gave her his hand and drew her up against his chest. "Thank you....You just blew the top of my head off, lover...." He gave Darla a long, deep kiss, not even caring that his own taste lingered in her mouth. It felt so good just to hold her like this, their bodies molded to one another.

He had been made for her, made by her for this very purpose. To be her immortal lover....

Darla broke away from Angelus and crossed over to the other end of the table. She took a large gulp of her brandy, rinsing around her mouth as she did so.

She eyed the girl, then the watcher. "Why do I smell hope?"

Angelus narrowed his eyes, glancing at both of their victims. "I smell it too." He walked over to Maria, checking the strength of her chains. She was still held fast.

Richard stifled a gasp. He stayed perfectly still, trying not to alert their captors to his condition.

The vampiress' eyes narrowed. "I think someone's been a naughty boy..." she remarked, padding slowly over towards the Englishman. "And do you know what happens to naughty boys?" she cooed.

Richard stiffened, trying to place his hands back in their original position. Perhaps she wouldn't notice.

Angelus noted a trickle of blood oozing from one of the welts on Maria's bosom, he leaned over and caught a single ruby drop on his tongue. "Check the ropes...."

Darla rolled her eyes. Of COURSE she'd check the ropes... She sat down on the Watcher's lap, leaning over to look over the Watcher's shoulder at the ropes. "Oh yes... someone has been a VERY naughty boy... really, Richard... I didn't think you had it in you..."

Richard struggled, trying desperately to get his hand free. "Damn you...."

Angelus found another wound and licked it as well. He heard Maria gasp aloud as his tongue circled her nipple. The vampire knew that his sire had the situation well in hand, he was supremely unworried and the slayer's blood seemed to have some sort of restorative power.

He was growing hard again...

"Just go to hell, would you?" Maria hissed wearily. Her reserves were low and she truly had no idea how much more she could stand of this creature's torments... her entire body felt like it was on fire with the criss-crossed lacerations...

"Came from there, don't you know, darlin'? I like it much better here, so many more pleasant....diversions." His mouth moved lower, slithering over her skin as he captured every drop of richness she had to offer.

Angelus cupped her firm ass in both of his hands and brought her sex to his mouth like a chalice. He drank deep, tasting himself as well as the blood that still trickled from where he had torn her.

Her little heels thundered on his back with all her strength and she thrashed about, cursing like a sailor... writhing... trying to get away from this hellion. Part of her was praying he'd get bored of her, and just end this torment. Was that wrong? Was she giving up? Being weak?

"Cara....Fight me.... Makes this so much more of a triumph to best you." Angelus growled, licking her again, seeking to bring her the pleasure she wanted desperately to deny. One finger slid between her firm cheeks, testing and teasing her there. Someplace else that he just knew Richard had neglected.

A hiss of shock and embarrassment escaped her lips. She tensed every muscle in her body, a defense mechanism.

Jesu, would this ordeal never end? Maria squeezed her eyes closed, a wave of hopelessness rushing over her.

Angelus noted her surrender and was vaguely disappointed by it. He would have thought such a creature would have been more likely to put up a struggle. No matter, he would take what he wanted from her anyway.

He lifted his head away from her sex and looked up into her eyes. "Time to check for that stake...."

The same hatred and defiance blazed in her eyes, but the physical exhaustion was just impossible to fight any longer. She just wanted to curl up and rest... let her body heal... and weep and pray to heal her soul.

Angelus rose smoothly to his feet before moving behind her. He proceeded to lick each of the wounds on her back as well. For his own reasons he was being gentle with her. When you broke a horse, you were firm at first, then gentle.... Perhaps breaking a slayer would be the same way.

He cupped her breasts with his large hands, sliding his body against hers. Her heat almost burned him, searing his cool flesh. "Tell me, cara. Has Richard ever...fucked you in the ass?"

Dio, sodomy was to be added to her humiliations, too. She wanted to weep, but wouldn't grant him the joy he would take in her tears. "Take a wild guess, Angelus..." she said in a measured tone.

Angelus laughed. "No need to guess. With Richard as your lover, I'm surprised he'd even gotten past seeing you naked without comin' all over himself."

He pressed a finger inside her, listening to her gasp of pain. "Hurts?"

Maria nodded slightly, too shocked to do otherwise.

"Good...It'll hurt a lot more...." He licked her shoulder and purred against her warm skin. "Then it'll start to feel good...." Angelus added another finger, stretching her even more. "You'll be begging me for more by the time I'm done.... Darla always does..."

"Don't... please..." she breathed, her fists clenching to hold back a cry.

"What did I tell you? Begging me already..." He lifted her, searching for a moment before pushing the head of his cock inside her tightness. Angelus hissed in delight.

Maria's mouth opened in a silent scream... A single tear trailed down her cheek, fingernails digging into her palms.

Angelus growled, his chest vibrating with the sound as he pulled her down onto him. So hot, so tight and she was in so much pain.... Perfect...

She kicked him square in the shin with a tough little heel, as the tears of pain streamed down her face

The hit stung a little but not much. She was definitely weaker now.

It didn't really hurt however it did make him angry.

Angelus snarled and thrust harder into her. His hands dug into her hips, bruising her as he violated her body. Saffron eyes glowed with triumph, he sneered at Richard over Maria's shoulder. "You should have tried this with her....She's so damned tight..."

Gritting her teeth, Maria drove her elbow back into Angelus' face. She knew it would infuriate him more and she'd suffer for it - but it was good to defy him. Almost revitalizing...

The vampire grabbed her breasts and scraped his fangs along her throat. "Be a good girl...Or I'll drink from him too..."

A shudder wracked her body, "Leave him out of this..."

She lets her arms go limp in a sign of her acquiescence. Perhaps if she did as she was told he'd get bored of her, kill her quickly and let Richard go... Hadn't the woman said they'd let him go?

"He's part of this....Look at him, cara. He's very much part of this." Angelus lifted her chin so she could gaze on her lover. Her lover who was currently being ridden by his sire. "You see...."

Angelus laughed as the girl stiffened in his arms. "He couldn't resist her either..."

Maria shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to even think about that... that demon bitch touching the man who meant so much to her... father, friend, mentor and most recently lover. He'd been her everything...

Her shoulders shook with silent sobs that pride would not let her give voice to.

Angelus kept thrusting into her, feeling her open to him. Felt her shame, her horror at this situation through the richness of her blood that he licked off her warm skin. It was oozing still from the deep lash marks on her shoulders. This was working out so much better than he had expected. Not only had he won the bet with his sire but he'd found something incredible in this tiny woman.

Her blood was making him stronger, making him feel invincible. When he got the chance he intended on finding anything he could read on the subject of slayers. But for now he was content to utterly humiliate this one. To make her come again while he used her in the most degrading fashion he knew.

Being a slayer, Maria had always considered herself strong and possessing a high pain threshold, but she felt like she was going to be split in half with this demon pounding into her.

It HAD to stop soon or she'd go mad!

Angelus slid one hand down her sleek torso until it tangled in her dark curls. He altered his angle in her body, seeking something less painful. After all, he'd made that point to her already.

Now it was time to change the pain into pleasure....

And make Richard watch it happen….

The little slayer's whole body tensed, realizing what he had in mind. She shook her head, "Mio Dio, no..." There was no way in hell even this... creature could make her feel anything other than the wracking pain that her whole body fairly trembled with, but she was still afraid. So very afraid.

Angelus moved slowly, sensually, drawing out each stoke to its very limit. Cool lips kissed her shoulders, her neck, as he murmured soft words in both Italian and his native Gaelic. He kept his human countenance, kept his demon in check. She was a lush, young woman and her body was already healing from the lashing. Soon the marks would be completely faded.

The vampire laid one finger alongside her clit, touching it very tenderly. Over Maria's shoulder he smiled at his sire. Darla had her head thrown back as she used the man underneath her. There was the heady smell of blood and sex in the room, a smell that he loved.

Maria cried out softly, not quite processing the conflicting sensations. It was surreal that the shocks of delight were penetrating the haze of pain... so very strange...

Angelus purred softly, content in his place in the world at the moment. He'd subdued a dangerous enemy, had experience a delight Darla has always denied him, had tasted the sweetest, most powerful blood in the world and now he was engaged in such a pleasant occupation....

He held the girl a little tighter, noting that her struggles had ceased. Her breathing was altering from the painful gasps to something tinged with pleasure. His considerable skill was getting to her, making her respond to him.

How delightful…..

"Dolce Jesu!" Maria gasped, more than a little horrified at the building bubble of pleasure... at the heat that spread from his cold hand between her thighs and set her skin tingling. How on earth could she be taking pleasure at this disgusting violation? What kind of deviant was she?

Angelus felt the first tremors within the girl, that delightful tensing of her muscles that heralded a climax. She was almost there, almost at that apex that would mark his victory over her will. He had used her, had defiled her almost innocent body in the lewdest way possible and the girl still could not deny him this triumph over her body, over her soul.

He bestowed a brilliant smile upon his sire over the girl's shoulder, making certain that his eyes met hers as he continued to thrust viciously into the warm body in his arms. This was it, this was the pinnacle of his existence. Nothing would ever be as sweet again as this single moment in time.

Darla 's eyes sparkled in recognition of her boy's triumph as the little Italian girl gasped helplessly, biting her lip to stop the scream that had wanted to come. So... he had his victory over the girl... /How is he going to claim his prize, though?/ The thought was just ...tantalizing! She had to admit it - she was currently fucking the Watcher simply out of impatience.

Watching her boy destroy that girl had just gotten too arousing to sit back and wait...

Richard St. John, the watcher of the current slayer was utterly appalled. He could not believe that he was in this position, could not believe that he had become aroused by this travesty.

Could not believe that he had found even one instant of salacious interest in what that....that creature with the angelic face was doing to his charge, to his darling Maria. It was violating her, using her in a most shameful manner and a part of him had found it titillating.

He should have been violently ill, but instead he was engaged in intercourse with the other beast. The petite, beautiful blonde that had reminded him of his Peg. His sweet, lost little Peg...

Tears rolled down his face as he bit back a moan of pleasure.... He was surely damned for all eternity for this.

Darla bowed her head, lapping the salty tears from the Watcher's face. "Let it out, c'mon... I want to hear you scream..." she cooed into his ear. "Don't be shy..." she smirked up at her childe, shivering with delight.

Richard glared up at her. "I hate you, you bitch..."

He was trembling in rage, trying to will his body to behave but to no avail. She was talented, she did things with that lithe body he had never known existed. There was nothing he could do but pray it would be over soon....

Gasping, humiliated and enraged, Maria struggled to lift her head... she spat in Angelus' face as he came into range. "Son of a whore..." she hissed at him, her face streaked with tears, her eyes swollen and red from weeping. Her wrists were red and raw from struggling against the shackles, but the lacerations from his whip were healing slowly...

Angelus slapped her, first on the breast and then on her face. "Keep a care of your tongue, little slayer. Or I will do the same to your watcher as I am doing to you now.....Only he won't enjoy it nearly as much."

Angelus continued to stroke her with his other hand, never missing a beat. His smile grew deeper as he whispered in the girl's ear. "Although it looks like my sire is giving him just what he needs. Shame, shame, Maria....Guess you weren't enough for him after all, were you?"

Her head was so very heavy... but she lifted it again. That vampire trollop was still... and he was ENJOYING it! How could he? Her mind wouldn't even process the numb feeling of betrayal. She couldn't even think it.

She growled slightly, not even coherent enough to be horrified at her own animalistic sound. "Richard?!"

He didn't even hear her, so... occupied with that... that thing!

Richard was panting, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He was just on that fine edge, ready to tumble over it and not wanting to. Not wanting to give this...this thing the satisfaction of breaking him this way. Bad enough that the male had already done so with his Maria. But she was just a girl and he was a man. He should be stronger than this...

Angelus smiled, enjoying the watcher's struggle with himself. He knew better than anyone that the man didn't have a chance of a prayer in Hell where his sire was concerned. The man would lose this battle too.

"Ah darlin' girl, don't be blamin' your poor old man. Believe me, no one can resist her. Even your beloved Pope would have fucked my sire had he known her...I wouldn't be surprised to find that some of them have. She has a bit of a taste for the clergy." He tweaked her nipple and chuckled. "But so do I....They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

That did it. With a surge of rage so strong it frightened her, Maria grabbed the large vampire by the hair and slammed the back of her head into his nose.

Angelus gave a full-throated roar, grabbing the girl's hair and twisting her neck until they were eye-to-eye. "Bitch...." His inward thrusts were now beyond punishing, blood ran down his legs again as he tore her open once more.

His demon was fully evident, eyes glowing saffron, fangs distended and gleaming in the moonlight. "Look now upon the last lover you will ever have, child. And know that the slayer that comes after you will receive the same treatment from me...."

His mouth descended on hers in a final brutal kiss, fangs cutting her bruised tender lips, blood dribbling down her chin. "And the next and the next and the next until I have eradicated your entire order and my kind can roam free without your interference."

One last thrust, one last hard stroke on her clit and Maria came one final time. As she cried out in utter humiliation at her body's betrayal, Angelus took that final bite. He drew deep, swallowing her rich, powerful blood in greedy gulps. He owned this girl, every single part of her as he drained her life away....

The girl started to scream pretty much as the Englishman started to come. /Already?!/ A flash of selfish anger surfaced in the vampiress- this wasn't about him! She slapped Richard hard, fingernails raking his face. How DARE he? She hadn't given him permission to come...

Darla made a face, climbing off his lap. This just was NOT her night.

Angelus felt the power spreading through him as the blood filled his senses. He hadn't felt this good, this alive since his turning. If this was what a slayer's blood could do, he was going to make good his earlier threat. The girl had struggled for a minute, trying frantically to save her own life before growing limp in his arms. He felt her heartbeat slow, flutter and then stop....

Richard's eyes were closed, he refused to open them even when the demon's claws raked his face. If he did, he would have to see that look of bliss on Maria's face again. That look that he had never been able to give her. She had always claimed that his lovemaking had made her happy. But it had never made her scream....

Hands on hips, a look of anger contorted Darla's pretty human mask to the face of her demon. Amber eyes narrowed. "You killed her!" she growled accusingly.

Angelus lifted his mouth from the girl's, his eyes unfocused and dilated. His head was spinning. "That I did." He looked down at his sire, noting her fury and wiped his mouth on the girl's neck. "She was mine to kill."

"And you didn't wait to let me at least enjoy the kill vicariously, Angelus?" She hissed. "I don't recall giving my consent..." Oh yes, she was madder than she had been in a long, long time. It practically radiated from her.

Angelus withdrew from the still warm body, stifling a sound of regret. It had been an interesting sensation being buried in all that glorious heat. "Since when have I needed your permission to make a kill, Darla? Looked to me that you were enjoying yourself with poor Richard over there."

He undid the chains, lowering Maria's limp body into his arms. With a manner that bordered on tenderness, he lifted the girl and carried her to Richard's side. The man still had his eyes closed, oblivious to what was happening around him.

Angelus took one last draught of the girl's sweet, rich blood from that gaping wound in her neck. He resisted the urge to swallow it. Instead he slapped the watcher, bringing the man back into full awareness of his surroundings.

Richard gasped aloud when he realized that the monster was once again in front of him and Maria hung limp in his arms. Angelus gave him a closed mouth smile as he laid the girl's body in his lap. He then grasped the man's hair and pulled, bringing him forward in the chair until their mouths met in a parody of a lover's kiss.

The vampire forced the stunned watcher's mouth open with his and poured that swallow of blood into him. Angelus drew back, placing his hand over Richard's mouth and murmured. "Your girl tasted so damned sweet, watcher. I thought I should share her with you..."

Darla rolled her eyes, too frustrated and angry to take any delight in Angelus' torment of the Watcher. The Englishman's retching didn't even get her to crack a smile. A sound of disgust and she bent to gather her clothing. "I'll leave you boys to play. I'm retiring for the evening."

"You will go nowhere..." Angelus turned around, his focus no longer on his kill or her now screaming mentor. "We had a bet..."

"Maria...Oh God...Maria..." Richard was wailing, his hands still tied to the chair. He couldn't reach her, couldn't touch her, couldn't cover that awful hole in her neck with his hands.

Couldn't save her....

"I'm tired and I'm angry, Angelus. Don't push me..." the petite blonde sneered. "You'd had plenty of fun this evening... you can have your reward another time. I'm not interested right now..." NEVER had she been 'not interested', and never had she been so frosty with him.

"I have had some pleasure tonight, darlin'. I won't deny that...." He stalked across the room and knocked the clothing out of her hands. "But I am far from done...It takes much more than that to wear me out, love, and you know it."

Angelus gripped her shoulders tightly, his large hands almost bruising her as he held her in place. "You and I...We had an agreement...I killed a slayer, I killed what has your _Master_ quiverin' in his boots down in that nasty stinkhole o' his underneath London-town. And I did it without getting much more than a scratch or two..."

He pushed her against a wall, pinning her there. "So I'm thinkin' I'll be havin' that reward... Right now.."

Darla tensed, and put her hand on his shoulder to brush him aside like the annoyance he was being.

She couldn't.

She gripped his shoulder to wrench him away from her. Still, to no avail. Sheer shock melted the angry demon from her face, leaving a wide-eyed young woman. What was happening here?

"Angelus..." her growl was intended to be a warning, but there was a slight tremor in her voice from shock.

"Darla..." He growled right back, his deeper and more urgent. He ignored the noises coming from the other man who was still weeping. Richard was of no importance anymore. His role in this little game was done. All that mattered now was his sire. And their bet.

Angelus pressed his body against hers. "You will submit to me...."

He was stronger than her. For the first time ever, he knew he could over-power his sire. Suddenly grateful that he had not shared the girl's blood with her, he lowered his mouth to Darla's throat. Angelus scraped his fangs along the fair skin, scoring it and savoring the blood that trickled from those shallow cuts.

She growled another warning, squeezing his shoulders with a clawed grip. "Don't push me, boy..." This was NOT happening! She tried to drop her chin, hide her throat from his plundering mouth. "Stop it, Angelus. I'm tired."

"You don't smell tired to me, lover." Angelus placed his hand over her sex, sliding one finger inside. "You don't feel tired either.."

"I know that poor excuse for a man left you unsatisfied..." He purred in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "I could make it better....If you cooperate."

"I'm not one of your little tavern wenches, Angelus..." She retorted, rubbing against his hand in spite of herself. "You forget yourself..."

"Ah, but it's you who's forgettin', love....A bet's a bet and I won." Angelus kissed the raw spot on her throat, laving it with his tongue.

"Would you be soo willing to acquiesce had I won?" she tilted her head back for him, humoring him a little.

Angelus laughed. "Probably not. But that's neither here nor there..." He licked again, loving the feel and taste of her skin. There was no way he would ever grow tired of this woman, his father was wrong about him, there was something on the earth that he could be steadfast about. And that was Darla.

"All that matters is that I won....Now pay up..." He delved a little deeper, finding that moist little pearl with his fingertips. A shudder ran through her body and he smiled.

"Fine..." she groaned at the knowing touch. "For tonight, I'm yours, Angelus..." Odd how liberating it was to stop fighting him... to give in for a change... to not have to worry about staying one step ahead of the precocious brat.

Angelus chuckled, the sound deep and rich as it echoed throughout the room. "Good girl. I'm so glad you decided to see it my way."

He released the grip on her shoulders for a moment and retrieved a scrap of cloth from the floor. It was part of Maria's dress which had been shredded by the girl herself in her earlier eagerness to be rid of its confines. Angelus used it to wipe away the last of her blood from his body, taking care to thoroughly clean his cock and thighs.

It wouldn't do to enjoy his sire's lush charms with another woman still clinging to him. He had at least that much consideration for her feelings.

Glancing over at the grieving Richard, he spoke softly. "Should we leave the man to his weepin'?"

Darla nodded, "There's no more damage to be done there." She offered him her hand.

Angelus took her hand then led her from the room. "I'll be lettin' him go come sundown. Give him some time to be alone with his lost little lamb..."

Richard sobbed aloud, his body bent as far forward as he could. His tears splashed down on her still features as he whispered in a broken voice. "Maria...My sweet girl. I prayed this would never happen. I prayed you would be spared, that you would never be called."

The sound of his words were so raw with pain that Angelus stopped his sire in the hallway so they could listen. It was a moment of sheer delight for him. He chose to revel in the pain he had caused this man, to realize that he had broken him far worse than the girl he'd killed.

"I was going to marry you, Maria.... I wanted you to be mother to my children. Had you survived the Cruciamentum on your next birthday, we would have wed...."

The sobs grew louder, bordering on screams, which aroused Angelus even more. He lifted his sire, pressing her against the wall before entering her with one particularly vicious thrust. As she gasped aloud as his audacious behavior, he whispered in her ear, his voice a throaty purr. "To the Whirlwind, my love..."

The two of them rutted in utter abandon as the heart-rending voice kept repeating. "Oh God, why did you allow this? Why did you forsake her? Maria….MARIA!!"

TBC