Drawn to Darkness

  

Author: RogueSpike
Email: spikelover203@yahoo.com
Pairing: William/Angelus
Summary: William has never heard of Angelus, but everyone else seems to know who he is. Then he meets him, and is pulled into the darkness with him. Angelus does not turn William.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own William (which really sucks) or Angelus or anybody. Man that sucks.
Warnings: Prolly some OOCness, so don't go saying I didn't warn you. Some kinkiness later in the fic. Biting. Slash. All that grand stuff.

Angelus. William had never heard the name before today, but everyone
else seemed to know who he was. William could tell that he was
feared, and some hated him, but why? And why had he never heard of
him?

He'd first heard the name when he had overheard two wealthy business
men talking about him at a party.

"And they think it's Angelus?" One of them was saying.

"Who else would it be? Both men killed were you, innocent, shy
people. Much like William. And it was the usual kill, bite marks in
the neck and their blood drained."

William had the nerve to speak up and ask who Angelus was. The two
laughd at his ignorance and walked away. William sighed. Why did
everybody do that?

William headed home from the party. Perhaps his parents would know
the answer.

His father was home when he got there but his mother was not. He sat
down at the table.

"Hey son," his father greeted absently.

"Hello." William sat in silence for a few minutes before
asking. "Who is Angelus?"

His father's focus came back sharply. Fear flickered in his eyes at
the namee as he said quickly. "He's a very bad man. Don't go
anywhere near him."

William nodded. "I haven't. I only just heard of him today. Why is
he so feared?"

His father sighed. "I guess you're old enough to know."

William sighed. He was 21, of course he was old enough to know. Why
did everyone treat him like he was six?

"Angelus is a killer, but not a normal one. All his victims have
bite marks on their necks and are drained of their blood. He tends
to prey on people like you; young, innocent and shy."

"Why has no one called the police on him?"

His father laughed wryly. "They have. Many times. He kills them. No
one has ever been able to get him, so we just stay away from him.
You make sure you stay far away from him, you're just the sort he'd
go for."

"How will I know him?"

"He's got long brown hair, brown eyes. He's tall. Trust me, you'll
know him."

William nodded. "Alright."

His mother came home then. "Two more have been killed."

His father sighd. "by him?"

His mother nodded.

William frowned. "I know this may sound a little silly, but perhaps
he thinks he's a Vampire."

His father laughed. "There's rumors going around that he IS a
Vampire."

William left a bit later and went to his room. He sat on his bed for
a while, then sighed, got up and slipped out his window.

He walked to the main street. It was still quite crowded, and
William knew it would be until nearly midnight. He walked a small
ways down the stone road, head down, not really paying attention to
anything.

Then the people on the street started to split onto the sidewalks.
Someone yelled at William to run. William looked around but didn't
see any cause for alarm. He stopped a man who was running past him.

"What is it?" he asked quickly.

"Angelus," the man answered simply. "You'd better run, you're just
the kind he'd go for."

The man retreated to the sidewalk, but William remained rooted to
his spot in the middle of the wide street. He had to see this man
everyone was so afraid of.

Then he saw him.

Angelus walked up the street directly toward him. His long brown
hair was flowing out behind him. Chocolate brown eyes checked every
person before dismising them. His walk was easy and calm, with an
undertone of alertness that betrayed the casual presence.

Those brown eyes suddenly landed on William, and Angelus smirked
slightly.

William, however, was not afraid. He knew he should be, he knew he
should be terrified. He should be running home as fast as he could.
He should be at least a little frightened. But he wasn't. All he
could think was that this man was glorious. Darkly, powerfully
glorious.

William was vaguely aware of his parents running up the street to
his side.

"William, come on," His father grasped his arm and tugged, but
William remained still as a stone.

"William, please, come," His mother begged. "He'll kill you."

Still William did not move.

Angelus stopped a few yards away. It was a game he liked to play. To
see if they'd come to him. He always did it, even though they never
came.

William shook his fathers hand away suddenly. His father looked
startled. William had always let people push him around.

"Drawn to darkness," William suddenly murmured, almost too soft to
be heard. His father and mother looked at each other with puzzled
looks on their faces.

Then, without warning, William took one step toward Angelus.
Angelus's smirk widened. His father grasped his arm again.

"William, no. Even the strong ones have never come back alive!" His
father said desparately, but William shook his hand away again and
walked very slowly, as though in a trance, toward Angelus.

As he got near him Angelus turned and walked a small ways away. He
stopped and looked over his shoulder to make sure William was
following him, then he kept going.

William followed Angelus to the richer, nicer side of town. Angelus
approached a large mansion. William walked slowly up the stone
walkway behind Angelus and stopped before they reached the door.

Angelus turned again, door half open. "Coming?"

His voice was not like William had expected. It was softer,
smoother, and somehow seductive. It made William follow him the rest
of the way into the mansion. Angelus shut the door and then looked
at William, as though waiting to see if he had a question.

"What are you?" William blurted. Angelus chuckled.

"I'm a Vampire."

William nodded slowly. "I thought you might be."

Angelus tiltd his head slightly, then walked toward William. "You're
not afraid."

William shook his head, still confused as to WHY he was not
afraid. "No, I am not."

Angelus stopped only inches from William. William lifted his blue
eyes to Angelus's brown ones, thinking 'now, now is when it will
hit.' But still it did not. WHY was he not afraid? This man would
kill him without a second thought!

"I've never met anybody who wasn't afraid of me before," Angelus
said in a slightly fascinated voice. "Especially not someone like
you."

Angelus smirked again. "Lets see if you're not afraid of this."

Angelus shook his head slightly and his gameface fell into place.
And STILL William was not afraid. Angelus seemed quite impressed.

"Most people would be screaming for help and running by now."

William reached up and ran a finger lightly over Angelus's
ridges. "I find I'm quite fascinated, actually."

"And if I made to bite you?"

"I'd probably let you." William was surprised at his own boldness.

Angelus reached up and pulled the collar of William's shirt aside,
then leaned down. William tensed slightly as Angelus lightly ran his
fangs over his skin, then suddenly sank them in. William gasped,
partly in pain and partly in pleasure. His hand came up to clutch
Angelus's arm. He was amazed at the way everything felt suddenly
more vivid as Angelus sucked the blood from his body. Shouldn't it
be much more painful, and not quite so wonderful?

He was surprised when Angelus pulled away.

"Y-you aren't going to kill me?" William stammered slightly, still
amazed at the bites affects.

Angelus shook his head. "No. I don't think so. If I turn you you'll
be different, if I kill you...I'll just keep you like you are."

He stepped away from William. "Come back again tomorrow."

William left. He walked back toward his parents house, fingering the
bite and wondering yet again why he still wasn't afraid. The thought
was pushed away as an odd craving sprang up in him. Craving to have
those fangs back in his throat. Craving for that pleasure, that
vivid feeling, even the someone wonderful pain. His fingering became
slightly more insistent as he arrived at his house. He pulled his
hand away from his neck and opened the door.

His mother and father were on the couch. His mother was crying and
his father was trying to make her feel better.

"Hello," He said to get their attention. His voice was slightly
shaky.

They both looked up and their eyes widened.

"You're alive!" His mother leaped up and hugged him hard.

"He liked me because I did not fear him," William explained.

"You weren't afraid? You fool," William could tell his father wasn't
putting any meaning behind it. "Where did he take you?"

"To a mansion on the nice side of town."

"And what did he do?"

"This," William pulled her collar down. "He really is a Vampire."

His mother glanced at his father. "He's driven him mad."

"No no, it's true," William said quickly. "I saw him go into game
face before he bit me."

"Alright," He could tell his mother didn't believe him. "This must
have hurt."

"No, it was...good," William stopped himself from saying amazing.

"It felt good when he bit you?" His father said disbelievingly.

William nodded. "Yes, it still hurt, but in a good way...oh I don't
know how to discribe it."

"Well, just don't go near him again, okay?"

"I'm going back tomorrow."

"Why!?"

"Drawn to darkness," William repeated. "I have to go back."

His father and mother exchanged a look. "Nothing you do will stop
me," William said quickly.

His father nodded slowly. "You better be careful."

William nodded, promised and went to bed.

Part 2

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