Bleed For The Devil
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
12,251
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Title: 'Bleed For The Devil'
Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.
Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?
Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.
Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.
Contacts: Yahoo! - Ncred20032000 and Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen
Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.
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Pleasures unseen.
He lay on her for a long time, more totally drained that he had ever been before. He had never felt so - satisfied. So completely satiated. And she had called his name at last. He knew he did not imagine that. He had won, He had conquered. She had always been his but this night she recognized it: knew it. Something was stirring in him though. Something new. He could not understand it. He slid to the side of her, resting for a moment, then turned her head gently to face him. He looked into her eyes. She had been crying, tears were still wet on her cheeks. He reached up and gently wiped them away. He snuggled into her, putting his arms gently around her. He had wanted to do more things to her tonight, and he probably would, but not just now. He just wanted to rest with her. He wished to could remove the chains and just wrap himself round her, feel her wrap himself around him. But he was not a fool. She was still the slayer, whatever he had made her feel tonight, and such a move would get him killed. So he contented himself with just stroking her face and cheeks, running his hand over her lips. He still wanted to kiss her but was not yet confident that she would accept it. He waited to see if she would say anything to him.
Angelus. You called him Angelus. Why? He isn't Angel, that's why. He is not the soul you feel in love with. He is that monster that had been in Liam. He was unleashed when turned, locked back away by the last saving graces of gypsies that restored humanity to his... raging emotions. This was what went on in her head. Arguing to herself as she lay there frozen. Through the numbing sensation flooding through her body, she felt his cold body press to her, wipe away her tears as if he... if he cared. No. Nonsense. He was a demon. Detatched from all HUMAN emotion. He was playing her still, and she felt easy to give in. "Are you going to keep me like this forever? Chained in where ever this is? Some tower. Going to take me when ever you feel the need ARISE?" She snapped more harshly than she actually had meant it to come out. "Is that what I am? Of course it is. A prize. Are you going to allow your minions have a 'round and a go at the slayer? Hmm?" She turned her head from him, feeling ashamed once more. This time at the fact that he saw her crying and possibly took pride in doing so.
Whatever feelings in him had been stirring died as she lashed out at him verbally. He froze and withdrew himself from her, in more ways than one. He was angry, angry at her for her words and angry at himself for his weakness. Yes, that what it was weakness. What was wrong with him. He was Angelus, not some love sick school boy. She was his possession. Maybe he should reward her for reminding him of that. "I might" he said as if she had brought up a new thought. "About my minions, I mean. When I get tired I might just let them come in and enjoy you while I watch. I owe them a special treat for tonight." He was sure that his response would have scared the dickens out of her. "Later -when I'm tired." He said it simply, like it was a good idea, now settled in his mind. " I think at least 40 or so of them survived. They're not all male, you know. You ever do females Buffy?" He made it sound like he was asking her if she had ever tried mocha latte. He could sense her emotions rising, her fear. "Thanks for the suggestion. Of course, I'm far from tired and the night is far from over.: He got up from the bed, quite naked still, and walked over and called one of his minions to the door. He could sense her terror rise. He grinned and spoke to the other vampire. A short time later a young woman was thrust into the room, her hands tied behind her back. He brought her to where Buffy could see, then drank the woman down throwing the body to one side. The blood was evident on his mouth. "Hungry" he said matter of factly. "Now let's see" he walked over picked up a large ca, th, then a small cat of nine tails. "Hmmn: he murmured. "So many choices."
NO! Her mind screamed when he got up and moved off and out of her. A long drawn out groan indicated her frustration that he had drawn out of her body and more so, away from her. She felt the effects now of what a night of this power struggle had caused. She felt drained; literally and metaphorically. He was going to share her? No! She refused as if she had some sort of say in all that he planned. It was her body after all, not his. "Of course you wouldn'ttiretired. I was chained. No action there. I mean, besides me trying to draw AWAY from you." She kept her eyes on him like a hawk. Her vision not so well in the darkened room, or so she thought. She caught the vision of the poor woman struggling against Angelus, her slayer instincts kicked in and that was clear by the snap of one of the chains around her ankles. She didn't make it. The woman was dead before Bufven ven yanked the chain from the bolt on the floor. 'YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She hissed, trying to get free. That was her motive now. She was the slayer! She was the chosen one. The protector of the innocent and staying chained up was NOT an option. Drawing that leg up, she bent it up, trying to pull the other one frengelngelus was more than ever a threat. Nothing more than a vampire that she was to slay.
( TBC. Feedback? Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen@Yahoo.Com )
Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.
Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?
Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.
Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.
Contacts: Yahoo! - Ncred20032000 and Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen
Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.
- - - - - -
Pleasures unseen.
He lay on her for a long time, more totally drained that he had ever been before. He had never felt so - satisfied. So completely satiated. And she had called his name at last. He knew he did not imagine that. He had won, He had conquered. She had always been his but this night she recognized it: knew it. Something was stirring in him though. Something new. He could not understand it. He slid to the side of her, resting for a moment, then turned her head gently to face him. He looked into her eyes. She had been crying, tears were still wet on her cheeks. He reached up and gently wiped them away. He snuggled into her, putting his arms gently around her. He had wanted to do more things to her tonight, and he probably would, but not just now. He just wanted to rest with her. He wished to could remove the chains and just wrap himself round her, feel her wrap himself around him. But he was not a fool. She was still the slayer, whatever he had made her feel tonight, and such a move would get him killed. So he contented himself with just stroking her face and cheeks, running his hand over her lips. He still wanted to kiss her but was not yet confident that she would accept it. He waited to see if she would say anything to him.
Angelus. You called him Angelus. Why? He isn't Angel, that's why. He is not the soul you feel in love with. He is that monster that had been in Liam. He was unleashed when turned, locked back away by the last saving graces of gypsies that restored humanity to his... raging emotions. This was what went on in her head. Arguing to herself as she lay there frozen. Through the numbing sensation flooding through her body, she felt his cold body press to her, wipe away her tears as if he... if he cared. No. Nonsense. He was a demon. Detatched from all HUMAN emotion. He was playing her still, and she felt easy to give in. "Are you going to keep me like this forever? Chained in where ever this is? Some tower. Going to take me when ever you feel the need ARISE?" She snapped more harshly than she actually had meant it to come out. "Is that what I am? Of course it is. A prize. Are you going to allow your minions have a 'round and a go at the slayer? Hmm?" She turned her head from him, feeling ashamed once more. This time at the fact that he saw her crying and possibly took pride in doing so.
Whatever feelings in him had been stirring died as she lashed out at him verbally. He froze and withdrew himself from her, in more ways than one. He was angry, angry at her for her words and angry at himself for his weakness. Yes, that what it was weakness. What was wrong with him. He was Angelus, not some love sick school boy. She was his possession. Maybe he should reward her for reminding him of that. "I might" he said as if she had brought up a new thought. "About my minions, I mean. When I get tired I might just let them come in and enjoy you while I watch. I owe them a special treat for tonight." He was sure that his response would have scared the dickens out of her. "Later -when I'm tired." He said it simply, like it was a good idea, now settled in his mind. " I think at least 40 or so of them survived. They're not all male, you know. You ever do females Buffy?" He made it sound like he was asking her if she had ever tried mocha latte. He could sense her emotions rising, her fear. "Thanks for the suggestion. Of course, I'm far from tired and the night is far from over.: He got up from the bed, quite naked still, and walked over and called one of his minions to the door. He could sense her terror rise. He grinned and spoke to the other vampire. A short time later a young woman was thrust into the room, her hands tied behind her back. He brought her to where Buffy could see, then drank the woman down throwing the body to one side. The blood was evident on his mouth. "Hungry" he said matter of factly. "Now let's see" he walked over picked up a large ca, th, then a small cat of nine tails. "Hmmn: he murmured. "So many choices."
NO! Her mind screamed when he got up and moved off and out of her. A long drawn out groan indicated her frustration that he had drawn out of her body and more so, away from her. She felt the effects now of what a night of this power struggle had caused. She felt drained; literally and metaphorically. He was going to share her? No! She refused as if she had some sort of say in all that he planned. It was her body after all, not his. "Of course you wouldn'ttiretired. I was chained. No action there. I mean, besides me trying to draw AWAY from you." She kept her eyes on him like a hawk. Her vision not so well in the darkened room, or so she thought. She caught the vision of the poor woman struggling against Angelus, her slayer instincts kicked in and that was clear by the snap of one of the chains around her ankles. She didn't make it. The woman was dead before Bufven ven yanked the chain from the bolt on the floor. 'YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She hissed, trying to get free. That was her motive now. She was the slayer! She was the chosen one. The protector of the innocent and staying chained up was NOT an option. Drawing that leg up, she bent it up, trying to pull the other one frengelngelus was more than ever a threat. Nothing more than a vampire that she was to slay.
( TBC. Feedback? Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen@Yahoo.Com )