Moment of Passion

  

Author: RogueSpike
Pairing: William/Angelus
Summary: William and Angelus. William doesn't get turned. Biting and kissing and all that grand slashy stuff. *grins*
Spoilers: Kind of, I guess, for Fool For Love.
Rating: R
Pairing: William/Angelus
Disclaimer: If I owned William and Angelus...lets just say they'd be doing much more interesting things.
Warnings: None
A/N: There might be a sequel to this, though I doubt a whole lot of ppl on this care. oh well. lol.

"And what would a handsome young thing such as yourself be doing in a
place like this?"

The words seemed to come out of no where, causing me to jump and drop
the poem I was tearing to shreds. I looked up and stared at the tall
man standing in the doorway.

"Nothing," I answered. "I wish to be alone."

He smiled, a smile that made me shudder, why I could not tell you.

"Are you so sure of that?" He walked in closer. I jumped up and took
a few steps back.

"That's quite close enough," I said, attempting to seem calm and
unafraid. I don't' think I succeeded. "I've heard tales of
pickpockets. You won't be getting my purse."

Again he smiled, and again I shuddered. I continued to back away
until my back hit the wooden wall. Strangely, though I was afraid, I
seemed to be...excited. Something about the dark man gliding closer
and closer to me excited me. I was suddenly highly aware of my heart
beating rapidly in my chest, aware of the rough feel of the wood
through my coat and shirt and against my hands.

As he stepped closer I could get a better look at him. The only way I
can think to describe him is a dark god. A dark god with the
gracefulness of a cat. His hair is long. I have seen very few men who
actually have long hair, and even if they do, they wear it pulled
back. His is loose, free and wild, framing his angel like face. He
smirks at me, and somehow this does not lessen his beauty.

The last bits of ripped up poem fell from my hand and fluttered
silently to the floor. He stopped just inches away from me, and I was
suddenly aware of the fact that he was not breathing.

"W-who are you?" I stammered, barely able to think, much less form a
sentence.

"Angelus." He said.

Angelus. I let the name roll through my mind before I feel a need to
speak it out loud.

"Angelus," I repeated. It felt good, like when I find the right word
for a poem. "I'm William."

William. It sounds like such a simple name next to his.

I found suddenly that I wasn't so tense. My back was no longer
pressed but merely leaning. My heart was racing so fast I thought I
might have a heart attack, but not from fear.

He leaned closer to me suddenly, bringing his face only an inch from
mine. His hand reached up to caress the side of my face, and I found
myself leaning into the touch.

"You've been hurt," He murmured. I became aware again that he was not
breathing, but I felt like I had fallen into a trance, and that such
a thing did not matter. "You're considered a thing, an amusement.
Something to play with and throw away. No one tries to see the man,
the person. No one tries to see someone you can love."

I was shaking now, and not from fear. "Yes," I breathed. How did he
know this?

His hand was cool against my cheek as he slid his fingers down it,
and somehow I knew it was not from cold. My eyes fluttered closed as
old urges, old needs I have long kept smothered force themselves to
the front full force. Needs that cause my body to respond to his
touch. Needs that cause me to turn my face fully into his hand.

I have for a very long time needed to be touched, loved. I thought
the love would eventually come, and until it came the need to be
touched would have to be smothered. My mother always told me I should
save myself for the one I fall in love with. I have the strongest
feeling that I will not be able to control myself should he try to do
anything.

It suddenly occurred to me that it was a man who was touching my face
so gently. A man who was now leaning down to nuzzle my neck. And
could I bring myself to care?

I waited for horror or disgust or guilt or anything like that to show
itself, but it never did.

"How would you like to show them how much more you are," He suddenly
whispered in my ear. "Show them how hard you try, show them the man.
Show them who's BETTER."

"Oh yes," I breathed before I could stop myself. "God yes."

I felt him smile against my neck. He lifted his face and I forced my
eyes open to look at him. I forgot to breath as his face morphed. His
forehead ridged and his eyes turned yellow. I caught a glimpse of
fangs before he was at my neck again.

Oh god.

He's a vampire.

I felt his grip shift to my hair, but before he could pull I tilted
my head for him. I heard him growl in satisfaction.

"Relax," I heard him murmur. I felt him pull down my shirt and felt
something soft and wet trail across the place where my neck and
shoulder connected. "This will only hurt for a moment. Then it will
feel good."

I shuddered, but attempted to relax. I knew I should be panicking,
struggling, in the very least calling for help, but I can't bring
myself to do any of those things. I felt the prick of his fangs
before they sank deep into my neck. I winced. I felt his hand move
down to the other side of my neck as he pressed his body to mine,
holding me tight against the wall. I felt something hard poking my
leg, but I didn't stop to think of what it was, because suddenly the
pain was gone and a funny sort of burn was spreading through me.

"Oh..." I shivered in pleasure and brought my hands up to his
shoulders. He pressed harder against me and growled into my neck.

Suddenly he pulled back. His lips were stained with my blood. His
tongue darted out to taste, then he leaned down and kissed me.

HE kissed me.

A MAN was kissing me.

And I LOVED it.

I tasted the coppery taste of my own blood and moaned. He pulled away
and I tried to follow, but the hand on my face held me back.

"From this moment on you are mine," He murmured, licking at the
wounds on my neck between words. "You are still in control of you
life, but you are mine. If anyone hurts you in anyway, you will tell
me and I will kill them. Anyone you'd like to start on?"

Kill. I shouldn't be thinking of that word, but as he said it I
couldn't help but grin.

"This one man mentioned something about rather having a railroad
spike in his head then listen to my poetry..."

Angelus smiled. "Come, my boy. I think I have a railroad spike tucked
away in my mansion somewhere."

I smiled and followed him.

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