Taken By The Night
Part One

What happens when the dark falls and the evil lurks around you? Angelus happens, baby, awaiting in the shadows just behind the spider senses of our heroine. She’s alone, sick, mourning the lost lover, and…awaiting his strike. But he is patient. After all, he has all eternity. She barely had him, and no even the real him, but the ensouled version. The weak shallowness of a man, if that’s what you’d call Angel, or called, because now, and due to her sacrifice, the most vicious creature of the darkness was free…and hunting for a mate…his mate.

“I can’t think straight, my head keeps spinning ‘cause of the fever and all that, but I’m fine, I mean I saved the kids, now I must get recovered…Xander, you know, you never mentioned to me that Angel had been around when I was ill, brought flowers and all, did you speak with him?” She appeared calm, but inside she was screaming. She had been having dreams about her first time with Angel almost every night. They plagued her. She was constantly nervous and on edge about him. Angelus had been following her all this time, tailing her while she patrolled as if he could catch her off guard, and he almost had, that day she was sick.

After sipping a little bit of soda Buffy remembered how he had stripped her off her clothes and raped her in her sickness before dumping her next to her Scoobie gang that day. She had been mad at him, clawed him like a hawk to a prey…they hadn’t noticed the hand bruises on her thighs or the bump in her head. Not even the good doctors had seen her frazzled and shocked look, but now she couldn’t help but be impatient and anxious of being alone in her bedroom, especially when the Scourge seemed so…obsessed about her.

“I didn’t want to upset you Buffster. He was…weird, kinda antsy, to tell ya the truth he scared me. He stroked me as if he was somebody else rather than Angel.” Buffy sat back and relaxed for a second. Meanwhile the sun was up she was alone, but what about after dark? When her blood was spilled into his mouth and her cunt sucked into mindless oblivion by the demon so many slayers had feared, what about her behavior then?

“He was…there’s something I need to tell you guys. Remember when I said that the Judge had possessed Angel somehow…well he hadn’t. I had, in some way, Angel, who was…calmed with a curse or a spell or something like it by a gypsy clan, was released from it right after that night…when he attacked Willow, now he’s like all vampires.”

Buffy got off her bed and double-checked her door before even saying the worse part. She didn’t want her mother to listen to that, especially now that the sun was setting.

“How do you know all this? Giles doesn’t, and he knows EVERYTHING.” Willow, always the practical one, thought Buffy. Xander looked dumfounded by her disclosure, but not yet shocked.

“He told me…after we had sex, he wants me…and believe it or not there’s nothing I can do to stop him. He’s coming. I know he is…is probably staring from the tree top above my window right now.” Buffy rubbed her arms mindlessly while glancing at the view of her back yard from her window. Angelus stayed poised at her rooftop, almost visible, but not quite, moon glow shining on his pale skin…as always.

“You guys have to go now. I’ll distract him for you.” Buffy reacted as she always had, save others, then save yourself, and Angelus laughed at her under his breath. His minions will get to them before they had even fully stepped out of the house.

“Come out, lover…I’m waiting.” His deep, throaty, sexy, velvety and dangerous voice was a little too compelling…

Buffy knew immediately something was up. She had to push them out of her bedroom, but they saw and sensed the danger in the air. “In a sec master,” she barely whispered. After her first time, Angelus had taken reign of her body, her will and her nights, in an exchange for the safety of her friends and family, but somehow Buffy doubted Angelus was capable of fair deals. For that she gave them her crossbow, plus holy water and some stakes to help them leave quicker. Her mother was in the kitchen---she’d probably give them a ride home, if Buffy compelled her to.

“Please, Buffy, let us do something to help. You can’t do it alone!”

She walked them down the stairs into the kitchen, almost pushing them out of her house as she walked behind them, always conscious of Angelus at the top of the stairs, staring at her. He was muttering, “Hurry,” with a crooked smile. He was playing cat and mouse with her friends again…and Buffy was afraid for them.

“Mom, could you please take Xander and Will home? I’m calling it a night and heading back to bed. Thanks for everything, guys…but I gotta do some homework and all.” Buffy waited as her mother got ready and left home…and all meant having wild debaucheries with Angelus.

“Be back in a while, honey. Take care.” Buffy waved goodbye and walked slowly upstairs, a black stain sinking in as she walked towards her master.

“What’s wrong, lover? Why so blue?” Angelus took off Buffy’s nightgown and sniffed her up and down like an animal, taking her essence inside him as his hands searched for her wet core.

“Nothing, master, I’m still a bit ill, could I sleep before…?” Before being sucked, fucked, spanked, shackled and speared like a slave? Buffy lowered her eyes as her master sank his teeth into her breast, and suffocated a cry as his hand pinched her clit to make her writhe. Why in the name of all the slayers before me could I let myself be taken like that? I’ll tell you why…

“No, you cannot. You still owe me big for your behavior in the mall.” Because when his cock entered me I saw stars, literally. My head banged repeatedly against the headboard of his maroon covered bed and the bump kept getting bigger as I bled for and because of him…again and again and again.

“What should I wear?”

He pulled out a leather jacket and boots and she slowly put them on, still thinking about their night. His teeth sank into my thigh first, and nearly killed me because of the sheer force of his embrace, sucked me until my heart slowed, and then turned me in all fours and fucked me.

No “I love you” or false pretenses then. He just gave into the animal side, and took me with him. Then I bonded with him by drinking his blood…I couldn’t say no anymore. He was inside my head, inside my every living thought, he knew exactly what I wanted and gave it to me…he found the dark corners of my soul and showed them to me. He opened my essence to his demon and at last I said: “Please don’t leave me, like he did.” I don’t know why I said that, perhaps because I was in the throes of passion, perhaps because his body was perfection inside mine, perhaps because I had his blood invading my system, but he took my word…and called me on it.

“Tonight we are visiting an old friend of mine. You and her will bond like silk and skin…you are being too nice, Buff. Does it scare you that I might want to slash you pretty ass in front of my friends? After all, Buff, it’s such a pretty ass or is it something else, darling?”

Buffy shook her head in response. He had done that already but she had been blindfolded. It wasn’t until afterwards that she had known. “We mustn’t go too far. My mother is watching me like a hawk, and so is Giles. I want out of the charade.” Angelus pushed her against his convertible and opened the leather coat to bare her to his sight.

In other times, Buffy would have been ashamed of being naked in the garage of her mother’s house. But not now, not as it was pitch black outside, and Angelus’ hands were working in and out of her body with just the right rhythm, her g spot being stimulated by his index finger, her clit by his claddagh ring. “Worn on the left hand.” His mouth was sucking the skin of her jugular right above the vein, his right hand was baring her folds for the oncoming intrusion of his cock, ready and standing just outside her curly brownish hairs, shiny with precum and jolting with each one of Buffy’s deep moans.

“I want you to shut up and kiss me. We’ll deal with them later.” Angelus sank his teeth into her vein and penetrated her in one fell swoop. Then he raised her ass until her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and surged on and on into his mate, drinking her in slowly and making her moan as his hands pinched and caressed her clit.

“It’s starting to rain,” said Buffy. The large drops fell on top of their heads until they where nearly drenched, but they were taken aback by the pleasure, Angelus was still sucking her neck as she was clenching and unclenching his manhood.

The car shook, the pants fell, the dogs howled and the blood flowed unto the ground as both lovers held on by the invisible threads. Her nails dug into his skin as she bobbed up and down. He held his forehead pressed to hers in every stroke to welcome their first climax of the night.

“You are a witch, and you got me howling at the moon. I’m turning you very soon.”

Buffy swallowed hard and felt her heart skip a beat as her body surged fast, riding into a second orgasm with every lingering caress of her master upon her clit. He had her now pinned to the side of his car, her back pressed to his chest, his cock buried deeply inside her. His hands stroked her secret folds as his mouth sucked her neck like male cats did on their mates.

“What about the rest of the world? We’ll be hell bent on heels, no salvation from apocalypses, no Miss Goodie Two-Shoes, no charades, no council, and no friends. How could I live with you in the dark?”

It wasn’t rhetorical. A slayer among vampires was always in peril. And then afterwards when her soul was free from remorse, she would mind nothing but blood…and her mate.

Angelus stopped for a second and leaned his forehead against her neck. Her pulse was a constant beat beneath his mouth, a mindless call to his ever-waking hunger and thirst for her.

“Aren’t you tired of running for sainthood, baby? Of always doing the heavy work and not being recognized? I tell you, Buff, you’ll be such a terrifying vampiress, the world will worship at your feet, scream in terror as you walk by, and kneel before you. You’d be the queen…my queen.” His prepared words came with a deep penetration and clit massage that sent her careening towards ecstasy, her body shaking and spasming, her blood singing in her veins. Already she was a changeling, she felt things more acutely, she heard everything and she felt indescribable joy when the blood of her sire filled her. Buffy sank her blunt teeth into the left wrist of her mate and sucked his elixir into the numbness of sexual oblivion.

“I’m yours. Lets go away, travel the world and the seven seas. I’m tired of denying what I feel beating inside me…”

Angelus made her shut her mouth with his and pounded her until his own second orgasm arrived to release him of the spell of Buffy’s body. He could spend all night fucking her, but there was a lot to do, and miles to go before sunrise.

“You’re feverish. Tomorrow you’ll curse me and make me bleed, like you did in the cemetery after I stole my pleasure from you. I can only agree to this: if you still think like you do tonight after visiting my friends at Wolfram and Heart, I will turn you. If not, we’ll stay as we are now...but understand this, Buff: you are mine. I’m in your blood and your head. If try to leave me, I’ll kill them all. If you lie, I’ll make you bleed. If you cheat or betray me, you’ll pay…you haven’t gotten nothing but a taste of the Scourge, and I don’t want to break you anymore than what I’ve already had.”

Buffy closed her eyes and let his threat fill her heart as his cold seed slipped out of her and unto the grass of the yard. She wondered what had disturbed him.

“My friends hate me now. Willow is probably calling Giles and he will tell the council that I’m damaged. They are gonna try to break us apart. They just can’t understand this.”

Angelus turned on the car, shoved her in and drove fast towards Los Angeles.

“It won’t matter now that you are with me. You belong to the night now, like I do.” They kissed and Angelus felt his childe, mate and lover tense underneath the leather coat. Her real adventure was about to begin and she knew it. Buffy was seriously contemplating spending eternity beside him.

Taken By The Night
Part Two “innocence”

2 weeks before

“…I should have known you couldn’t handle this.” Angelus smirked and traced his hand through her silky cheek. He had tasted her so little ago as the soul. The memories of his overly sweet way of taking her virginity sickened him. HE would have made her bleed and scream his name so much better. Instead, she had barely cum at all, too worried about his love for her and other stupid things…things like the teenager version of Liam, his human counter side.

Things had not been good enough for a scum like Liam or Angel, ‘cause they were the same to him, weak, foolish and liars.

That was what Darla had seen. A man she could control. But what came out of that shell was Angelus, a bloodthirsty, mean-hearted and cheating monster that wanted her only as a trophy. But then again, Darla had been a good sire and he thanked her for that. Now the soul had done something worthy of envy---for the first time ever, he had banged the best slayer ever to exist.

Angel had told her he loved her, had even saved her, to prove his undying devotion, but in the end he just wanted to get inside her pants, like any other male with a cock and a pair of working eyes. She was hot and sweet and the soul had her fouled, crying, whining and acting so much like a 17 year-old brat. So not like the ripe female he had tasted through the boundaries of the soul only hours ago. He listened and pretended he wasn’t interested while she mourned the lost. He abided his time because he wanted her…so badly he could almost taste her.

“Angel, please come back.” He hesitated, he wanted to gloat to Spike again, to pretend he desired to end the life of the slayer, but in truth he only wanted her beneath him again… And he just gave in.

“Shush, darling. It will all be great now that I’m here.” He wiped the tears away while kissing her mouth like he had always wanted, sucking her tongue into his mouth, scraping it against his elongated fangs until the delirious slayer blood filled him. She struggled and tried to break the embrace, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Who the hell are you?!” Angelus smiled as he licked a side drop that fell from the corner of her sweet soft mouth. He regretted being dressed because he could smell the tangy essence of her arousal faintly flowing in the air. He rubbed the bridge of his nose against her temple and her essence maddened him. It was so animal, sex rain and blood had clung to her from the long night before melding in with her perfume and natural smell until driving even the simpering soul crazy…and now she was all at his mercy.

“The devil lover and you just got yourself a front seat to my next performance…sweet slayer, you picked the wrong one to holler at.”

She shook and her instinct told her to run, but her impulse only fueled Angelus into binding her.

“I don’t know who you are, but you are certainly not Angel!” He kissed her again and nearly choked her in her own blood after biting her tongue and capturing her in her own transparent sweater thingy. Now Angelus could admire the fine piece of ass he had…‘cause there was no doubt she would be his.

She was afraid and had instantly realized there was something out place in him. Maybe it was how soulless his eyes looked or the tone of voice or the cool detachment after she had given him her honor.

“Call me Angelus or Master if you like.”

She moved to hit him but instead he backhanded her with his left hand, throwing her against the wall with such a force she fell on her side hitting her head against the bedpost…

And the air was filled with slayer blood again…

And the imprint of his claddagh was left in her face.

His because it had always belonged to him, to Angelus. It had been the repayment he had taken for driving a certain gypsy girl crazy on behalf of the hatred that another girl had felt for her.

That “another” girl had been Drusilla and the hated girl…a slayer, an Irish, married gypsy slayer that Spike had raped. Angelus had liked her and kept the ring her husband had given her before leaving home as a souvenir. Angel had wanted to use his mushy Irish common meaning to warm the blood of the slayer, to lure her into his lair. He had used his relic to his amusement and that had driven Angelus insane.

“I will not, you bastard! You are The Scourge of Europe! I’m gonna have such pleasure in killing you with my stake!” Even with her hands tied down, she wiped the blood from her mouth and spat to his side while he got sidetracked on a serious series of feral kicks from her booted feet.

“It’s too early to dare me to fight, Slayer. Give it a few days, I’ve got other amusements in mind for you.” He took off his clothes and watched her as she shivered in sexual angst and rage. He understood that all too well. The soul had loved Spike and hated Angelus because he had a thing for dominating Darla even above the Master’s sire claim on her.

“If you touch me, I’ll kill you!”

Not a lighthearted threat coming from her, but he wasn’t scared by it. He had killed slayers before her, but never wanted to fuck one before.

“Darling, I’ll give you a head start after this, but first…” He grabbed her by the neck and sunk his teeth into her jugular. The slayer screamed and fought like a banshee until he ripped her pants off of her with a few calculated movements and buried himself to the hilt into her tight sheath. She fought him to no avail beneath his teeth until the loss of blood became dangerous and she became dizzy.

“Don’t…stop now!” She was contorting and bending her back to give him better access to her sex as he performed cunnilingus for her. He kept a hand around her throat and the other between her legs. His tongue played her around, tantalizing her nerves to receive his body.

“Don’t worry, Slayer, I’m not done yet.” With that he sank his teeth into her femoral vein and drank himself into oblivion. Her blood was liquid fire inside him, spiked with her orgasm around nothing right beside him. That infuriated him and he quickly stopped and headed up again.

“I’m dying!”

Angelus wasn’t merciful. He pushed his huge erection into her tight sheath again and pushed with driven strength, way deep past her cervix, with a blinding force and animal speed that shook her. Her hands were bound above her head, her thighs were wide apart and her head was banging unto the headboard as he crushed her from the inside, bending her body to his claim.

“Tell someone who cares.”

She cried out and bit him hard on the base of the neck, so much that she even tasted his blood. He howled and saw stars at the same time as she came, …she had bound them together as mates. Vampire mates, the kind that happens once every hundred times in hell, like Spike and Drusilla were.

Angelus kept on surging until he was spent, but his mind was in great turmoil. He was now bloodbound to the Slayer, and he felt rotten and trembling inside. He had never felt that kind of passion for a woman, not even Darla, not even Drusilla. She was fire in his blood and now he was in her head, like her mate.

“Please don’t leave me now…like he did.” He didn’t. He was too worried about what would happen now, but it wasn’t him, it was Buffy. He shared her feelings now, and they were as heavy as his. Her body screamed for more even as she was soared. Her blood danced rapidly in her veins and she was clinging to him like a bloody leech. She hated him and now loved him with the same strength, like a mate.

“Not bloody likely, Buff. You and me are gonna have some very wild debaucheries together now.” He wasn’t about to let go wasted the sexually disrupted slayer that had just ask him to stay, too much pleasure was strumming through his bloodstream to deny that he was quite taken by her.

Hours after having his newly found mate in seven different sexual positions and blood drained her into slumberous sleep beside him, Angelus considered the last thought the soul had left him with. “The slayer was mine.” Angel hadn’t truly loved her, she wasn’t like his type even! He had loved no one, not even his parents.

Angelus’ rage and madness came straight from Angel’s time with his family and friends in the eighteenth century. The man he was had formed the demon that spawned within, but now Angelus was free of all that. He had Spike and Dru…and the slayer to keep him busy. He was still killing, but the song he had in his heart was totally different, more contained and sated in the fiery blood of his dangerous new mate.

Taken By The Night
Part Three “conversations in bed”

“Now that you are finally awake, we’ll clarify a couple of things.”

Buffy opened her eyes slowly to the form of Angelus poised above her, his manhood buried deeply inside her. She felt relaxed and numb, like the aftershock of a powerful, sleepy orgasm.

“We need to stop the judge.” He kept his rhythm languorous, up and down, the base of his cock tantalizing her clit with each thud.

“Listen…the reason why I’m here…it’s because your ex-boyfriend was a prick. He knew that if he experienced a moment of true happiness he would loose his soul and he just decided not to tell you. Because he wanted you to bed him, no matter what, he knew it would happen afterwards.” Buffy vehemently denied his speech with her head. She couldn’t believe that of her Angel.

“Think about it, baby. You were having a nightmare in the library, you saw the judge. Instead of stopping you from going straight into danger he says, “I’ll come with you.” Then you arrive there and he doesn’t just start to run when he sees him…he knew what the judge was capable of and he barely moved away. He says “Take me instead of her,” when he could have broke free of the minions easily, but then again he does. But what you didn’t know is that he just wanted to save himself, not you! Why would any man with a brain take you, the holy slayer into a lair?! And one with the bloody judge on it! Think about it!”

He surged more fiercely into her once…twice and in the third time he just emptied himself. His seed coated her thighs and inner walls.

“I don’t believe you! You are lying!” she screamed as he walked to the nightstand to put on his rings and boxers.

“Tcha! I never lie, Buffy! Think about this then… you escaped the judge and walked into the night. It was pouring rain. Instead of taking to your home or just make love to you under the rain he says, “Lets get inside,” because he’s afraid you’ might bail on him! He wanted you in his bed…beneath him…no matter what! And what’s even worse is that when you guys get there, he plays you like a bloody virtuoso. “Get under the covers just to warm up.” Newsflash, baby …he is dead cold, he doesn’t need you to be warm! But then again, he doesn’t wanna feel like he is sleeping with Darla again. Haven’t you ever noticed you’re same type? And then he says, “Let me have a look.” Of course he wants to look! He’s playing you and you say, “Ok,” like it’s a piece of cake. Then he’s all bummed because he couldn’t taste your blood. He says, “It’s already closed,” because he wanted to suck you dry---even just a drop of it would have make him happy. And then the masterpiece ending, “Buffy we shouldn’t.” He sets you a bait and you just you go for it! Think about it!” He finished getting dressed and threw her the clothes on top of the bed.

“I just can’t believe all this… he said he loved me!” She stayed crying and sobbing beside his pillow while the illusions were shattering beside her.

“Of course he did! There was no other way for scum like him to get in your pants! You wanna go even further back? When you had the order of Taracka behind you and he took you to that ice place, he said “I don’t want you to see me like this.” He meant, “I don’t want you to fall for Angelus.” He used you and then he left you in his bed to go straight to Spike and Drusilla for a shot at being half way there.” He kissed her in the forehead and walked to the bathroom.

“What am I to you?” Buffy got dressed and stopped dead cold on the doorstep of his room, ready to leave.

“My mate. You bound us together, now you have to play.” He pulled her into the dingy room, pushed her against the wall, and proceeded to kiss and nip at her collarbone.

“I …just”

He kissed her, sucking her tongue and lower lip into his mouth until he was practically eating her breath.

“We are in this…now I’m sated. I’m gonna take a leap and have a talk with my old pals Dru and Spike, but first…lets drop you off with your friends.” He walked her out of the apartment and into his car.

Buffy was speechless about the manhandling she was receiving from the vampire. He had left no room for arguments and had pleased her in ways she didn’t think were possible. Her lips were swollen, her body was weak, her inner walls were filled with his seed and his essence clung to her like hers did to him. she could hear his thoughts and feelings in her head, they drove her INSANE, and still she couldn’t comprehend how good she felt.

“I really don’t understand you.”

He kissed her one last time before reentering the world of the Order of Aurelius and inside his head a nice game starting setting.

“Are you up for a game of charades?” Before she could say no, he walked out on her and down the corridors of her high school and found Xander and Willow having a fight. He loved the adrenaline-charged air and came in, to play cat and mouse with her lively and juicy friends.

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