Title: Soon, My Love

Author: Sara

Spoilers: Passion

Snyopsis: Angelus finishes his drawing of Buffy as she sleeps, then takes advantage of the situation. It's mostly Angelus' point of view but I have a few thoughts from Buffy as well ( this denotes her dream). Some of you may not agree with Angelus' actions but please keep an open mind that I am just trying to delve deeper into his evilness. If for any reason you are even mildly offended, I apologize in advance.

Distribution: Sure! But please email me first!

Rating: NC-17

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Angelus lay the sketch of Buffy on her nightstand. He stroked her blonde hair out of her eyes gently, although his hands yearned to wrap themselves around her pretty little neck and squeeze the life out her. There was time for that...he thought to himself, smiling coldly. She had been so naive to think a relationship with a vampire...even one with a soul (god, how he despised that word) could ever work.

He still cringed when he thought of the way she made him feel....human. Like he was a...good...person. The only happiness he ever wanted to feel was the extreme pleasure of watching one's life being sucked out of them. He preferred to be the one doing it. She deserved the worst she could possibly get for that alone. He ran his finger over her soft cheek. He still wore his claddagh ring. He figured it would mess with her head in some way. And that was his plan. But little Buffy was a strong one...so unlike the Slayer's before her. He wondered if he would turn her after he drove her mad...like he did with Drusilla. Buffy would be a powerful ally....and much more.

Angelus could still remember that night. His blood began pumping with desire. She had been an innocent, he snickered to himself quietly. Spike had gotten a kick out of that. The Slayer giving it up to a vampire. It was almost unreal. And she had been a hot little one. Who would have thought that a virgin could have so much sexual heat? It must be the killer inside of her, Angelus thought to himself, letting his hand wander down her neck. He paused for a moment when Buffy stirred in her sleep, grinning when she didn't wake.

The damn soul inside of him...the one that made him love (another word he despised) her, prevented him from taking her the way he truly desired. He had been gentle, and tender. He had cared too much that it was her first time. The truth was, the demon inside had howled, begging for him to take her with force, desire and heat. And he hadn't obeyed. But there was always a first time for everything wasn't there?

Angelus slid his hand farther, taking Buffy's breast into his palm. He moved closer to her on the bed, taking her ear between his teeth and biting with small but firm pressure. Buffy arched a bit, sighing in her sleep, but not yet awaking. He tried not to chuckle too loudly. The bitch was probably dreaming about him right now. Even as a blood sucking demon, she still loved him. It was so pathetic he almost felt sorry for her. Well, not really.

"Buffy..." he whispered in her ear, forcing his voice to be soft and sweet. She turned her head towards his voice, his eyes still closed. But she murmured his name just as quietly. Triumph filled his eyes. He sat up, discarding his duster and shirt. He left his pants on...too much of a hassle. He pulled her blankets down then moved his body ontop of hers, he still couldn't explain why, but he aroused very easily around Buffy. It was probably because she was so easy to take. He had been able to conquer the Slayer, and her love for him gave him power over her. Soul or no soul. He slid his hands up into her blonde hair, the gripped tightly. A small moan of pain shot from her lips. He leaned down, sliding his tongue into her mouth slowly at first. She eagerly met his mouth, taking as much as he could give.

(Buffy did dream of him. She lay in bed, waiting for him to come to her. He was Angel again...he loved her. He walked in her room, smiling sweetly at her. He wore nothing but his leather pants. She welcomed him happily, pulling him close as he lay upon her. He kissed her intensely, and with a bit of roughness. But she accepted it. The passion inside her began to bubble to the surface.)

"Shhh..." he whispered, "Let me take care of everything...."

Angelus slid his hand down to the end of her t-shirt, dipping his fingers between her thighs. She was already wet, he smirked. He rubbed his finger over her again and again until she panted his name. With one hand, Angelus grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so her neck was exposed to his mouth. The other hand continued to caress her more quickly. He slid his finger into her roughly, causing her to moan in pleasure. His lips attacked her throat, licking and nipping until he felt her hands wander down to tug at his pants.

(Buffy looked into Angel's eyes. He was not the gentle lover she knew now...he was raw and animal...almost violent. But his eyes showed love, even as his body showed unbridled passion....she trusted him now, for he wasn't the monster he had become anymore...she reached down and tugged at his zipper, taking him between her hands...)

Angelus growled as she caressed him. It was becoming almost too much to bear. With a snarl, Angelus grabbed her wrists roughly, bringing them over her head. He nudged open her legs with his knee and with one swift motion, buried himself into her. Buffy cried out in pleasure and pain, her hips arching off the bed. He didn't care about gentleness, nor did he care if he hurt her. He reached down and bit her lip, licking up the small bit of blood. She gasped *his* name over and over, each time getting more desperate for release. Angelus thrust hard and quick, knowing his hand was bruising her as he held her arms above her head. But she never faltered, she met his rhythm, thrust for thrust.

(Buffy felt him continue to push inside her. She had closed her eyes, her body feeling the pleasure and pain wash through her. She gasped each time he entered her, more deeply than the last, until she was sure she would explode. She felt the blood spill from her lip and Angel kissed her, he moved his head next to hers whispering things in her ear.

"Let me have you..." he growled, and Buffy could do nothing but obey.)

"Let me have you." Angelus snarled. She didn't reply, but spread her legs wider. She screamed his name as she came, jerking her hips wildly, her neck arching back as she shook her head in pleasure. Her exposed neck invited him, tempted him. He brought his head down, changing quickly into his vamp face. His teeth barely nicked her when she wrapped her legs tightly around his back. He growled loudly as he came inside her, cold and fast. He wanted to bury his teeth into her, he wanted to feel the life drain from her just as he drained himself inside of her body. But something held him back. He wasn't through with her, not yet. There would be plenty of time for that, Angelus reminded himself, changing back to his human form.

He listened as her panting began to slow. She had tears forming at the sides of her closed eyes, sweat glistened on her forehead. Then he felt it....his chest had been laying against hers and he felt it. Her heart was beating quickly. Her heart. Disgusted, he pulled away. Zipping his pants and quickly pulling on his shirt, he cringed. Talk about a turn off, he thought, grabbing his duster off the floor. He slid it on and walked around the bed. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and bent down.

"Soon, my love...soon..." he whispered coldly. He stroked her head one last time before heading to the window.

(Buffy lay in Angel's arms. He wouldn't leave her this time...not like he did. He was there with her, their bodies pressed against each other. He held her tightly, kissing her temple. She opened her eyes to look at him, glowing with satisfaction. He kissed her softly. She didn't have time to scream before he opened his mouth to reveal long white fangs and sunk them deep into her neck....)

Buffy shot up in bed, panting hard. The sun was bright in her eyes as she glanced over to the clock. 7:30...she was late for school! Her heart racing, Buffy lay back down in bed, trying to ignore the tears she wanted to cry. It had been a dream....of course it had. Anything she shared with Angel was left now in her dreams. It had felt so real to her though, a part of her could still feel his body sliding over hers frantically. Sighing, Buffy sat up and pulled the blankets off of her. Why did she feel so sore...? She slid her tongue over her lower lip, pausing when she felt the small slice. When had she cut her lip....? Her eyes widening, she noticed the folded up paper laying next to her alarm clock.

Slowly, cautiously, she picked it up and unfolded it. It was a portrait of her...sleeping. Suddenly, Buffy realized in horror that perhaps her dream hadn't been part of her imagination at all.

the end....