Daddy's Girl
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Drusilla
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Adult ++
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10
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Chapter Five--To Meet Jesus
Chapter Five
Drusilla stared at the girl's neck and her face morphed, fangs growing in her mouth, eyes turning yellow, before she knew quite what was happening she grabbed the frightened girl in a death-grip and sunk her fangs into the girl's neck drinking greedily, blood sliding down her throat. She drank and drank, blood splattering on the walls, until she drank the girl dry and held her lifeless body in her arms.
Drusilla stopped pulling back and her face morphed back to her human visage, she held the girl in her arms and stared down at her still form with sad eyes, then she dropped the dead girl to the floor and stood up her body shaking, the girl's blood staining her lips and naked breasts, tears streamed down her face and she sobbed huddling in a corner her head in her hands, "Oh god, what have I done. I'm a bad bad girl. She's all gone, she's gone away like a pretty bird" she said rocking back and forth. Angelus growled angrily, growing weary of Drusilla's behavior. "I drank her away, she's all inside me. I'm a bad bad girl--evil. I--I'll be good. I--I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she screamed and stood up tearing at her hair wildly and sobbing, Angelus came forward and she shrunk back falling to her knees.
"I'm a bad girl, I made her go away" she said and Angelus's eyes grew dark, "Dru" he said commandingly warning her to stop her foolish behavior. She shrunk back further hugging her knees to her chest, her legs spread baring her delicate, swollen lips stained with dry blood, the nub of her sex peeking at Angelus, who licked his lips feeling his cock stiffen, he felt himself grow aroused. He grabbed her roughly holding her legs open and roughly shoved his cock inside her grunting and gripping her flesh tightly. Drusilla groaned and threw her head back, her legs trembling as his cock invaded her, her tight hole forced to take the length of him, her raw and swollen pussy involuntarily hugging his cock, tightening around it as he pumped in and out of her, his dark eyes staring into hers, thrusting in and out of her possessively. He continued his assault, Drusilla grew wetter and wetter despite herself, until she came and hugged his cock milking it forcing him to spill his seed inside her just as he bit into her neck. He stayed buried inside her for a minute or two then pulled out and she sat still, legs spread, docile in the corner, staring up at him with heavy-lidded blue eyes.
Angelus stood up, "I'm goin' t' find ye another meal when I get back ye will eat it, understand?" he said commandingly and Drusilla nodded slowly and watched him get dressed and leave. She remained in the corner for a moment or two then stood up on wobbly legs and stood by the bed staring at the dead girl that lay on the floor. She sobbed tearing at her hair once more, then remembered that she had seen a sword in the cabinet, Angelus's sword. She stood up once again her body aching and mind fuzzy and opened the cabinet, her eyes looked at the sharp sword that hung there and she slowly picked it up.
Sorrow and despair filled her eyes as she looked over once again at the girl she had bled dry and without a second thought she swiftly stabbed the sword deep into her stomach, so that it protruded out the other side, blood flowed from her stomach and dripped from her mouth as she sank to the floor, pain shooting through her, a peaceful smile spreading over her lips. She was going to be pure, she would go away like the girl had, away from Angelus and she would meet Jesus.
She would be saved. Her eyes drooped and she sank into unconsciousness, visions of winged angels and a smiling Jesus in her head.
Drusilla stared at the girl's neck and her face morphed, fangs growing in her mouth, eyes turning yellow, before she knew quite what was happening she grabbed the frightened girl in a death-grip and sunk her fangs into the girl's neck drinking greedily, blood sliding down her throat. She drank and drank, blood splattering on the walls, until she drank the girl dry and held her lifeless body in her arms.
Drusilla stopped pulling back and her face morphed back to her human visage, she held the girl in her arms and stared down at her still form with sad eyes, then she dropped the dead girl to the floor and stood up her body shaking, the girl's blood staining her lips and naked breasts, tears streamed down her face and she sobbed huddling in a corner her head in her hands, "Oh god, what have I done. I'm a bad bad girl. She's all gone, she's gone away like a pretty bird" she said rocking back and forth. Angelus growled angrily, growing weary of Drusilla's behavior. "I drank her away, she's all inside me. I'm a bad bad girl--evil. I--I'll be good. I--I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she screamed and stood up tearing at her hair wildly and sobbing, Angelus came forward and she shrunk back falling to her knees.
"I'm a bad girl, I made her go away" she said and Angelus's eyes grew dark, "Dru" he said commandingly warning her to stop her foolish behavior. She shrunk back further hugging her knees to her chest, her legs spread baring her delicate, swollen lips stained with dry blood, the nub of her sex peeking at Angelus, who licked his lips feeling his cock stiffen, he felt himself grow aroused. He grabbed her roughly holding her legs open and roughly shoved his cock inside her grunting and gripping her flesh tightly. Drusilla groaned and threw her head back, her legs trembling as his cock invaded her, her tight hole forced to take the length of him, her raw and swollen pussy involuntarily hugging his cock, tightening around it as he pumped in and out of her, his dark eyes staring into hers, thrusting in and out of her possessively. He continued his assault, Drusilla grew wetter and wetter despite herself, until she came and hugged his cock milking it forcing him to spill his seed inside her just as he bit into her neck. He stayed buried inside her for a minute or two then pulled out and she sat still, legs spread, docile in the corner, staring up at him with heavy-lidded blue eyes.
Angelus stood up, "I'm goin' t' find ye another meal when I get back ye will eat it, understand?" he said commandingly and Drusilla nodded slowly and watched him get dressed and leave. She remained in the corner for a moment or two then stood up on wobbly legs and stood by the bed staring at the dead girl that lay on the floor. She sobbed tearing at her hair once more, then remembered that she had seen a sword in the cabinet, Angelus's sword. She stood up once again her body aching and mind fuzzy and opened the cabinet, her eyes looked at the sharp sword that hung there and she slowly picked it up.
Sorrow and despair filled her eyes as she looked over once again at the girl she had bled dry and without a second thought she swiftly stabbed the sword deep into her stomach, so that it protruded out the other side, blood flowed from her stomach and dripped from her mouth as she sank to the floor, pain shooting through her, a peaceful smile spreading over her lips. She was going to be pure, she would go away like the girl had, away from Angelus and she would meet Jesus.
She would be saved. Her eyes drooped and she sank into unconsciousness, visions of winged angels and a smiling Jesus in her head.