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Adult ++
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A Puritan In New York
Title: A Puritan In New York
Author: Elisabeta
E-mail: isis_astaria@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Content: m/m sex, blood, violence, language, mild torture, lots of death, angst, vampires and a serial killer!
Summary: started out as a BuffyAngelImprov piece with the Wishverse as the theme, and ended up taking a month to write as an Angel-in-the-Wishverse crossover with American Psycho. And it’s all about the lovely Penn.
Notes: For this to really make sense you could do with having seen the Angel episode ‘Somnambulist’. And it’s not totally necessary to have seen/read American Psycho, but I’d recommend them both J
Disclaimer: Unless I wake up one morning having become Joss Whedon or Bret Easton Ellis overnight, then I don’t own them. And there’s no point suing me – all you’ll get is a collection of my trashy fanfic, a bunch of textbooks, Monkey Island Four and a pissed off Angel fan.
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Sunnydale, CA, 1999
California. He'd never really liked it. He'd been to Los Angeles twice so far and hated it both times, although their police force had been ludicrously inept and had literally let him get away with murder, back in the days when he'd still been stuck in the same old re-enactment of his family's deaths. It was a terrible city, by a terrible beach, with terrible heat and terrible buildings. He was glad he’d bypassed it this time. One more visit and he'd probably end up attempting to burn the place to the ground. And knowing his determination, he'd do it die trying. He didn't want that. Right now dying wasn't exactly high on his personal agenda.
So on his way down from Seattle he didn't stop in LA. He'd stayed over in San Francisco for a couple of nights instead, and hated it just the same. It was then that he realised it was more likely the whole state he hated, and after this one last trip he'd leave California and never come back. He'd go back to New York or he'd travel Europe for a while. But before that there was one town he had to see.
Sunnydale. It was amusing to know the name and the reality of the town, that it lay directly over a hellmouth, that vampires ruled and humans lived in fear. Not really true to its happy, cheerful name, then. He drove past the sign proclaiming 'Welcome to Sunnydale, Enjoy Your Stay' with a smile on his face, and headed into town.
After stopping a couple of times to 'ask for directions' - a process mainly involving pulling up beside an unsuspecting youth and shaking him by the throat until he was told what he wanted to know - he found a relatively safe place to leave the rental car he'd picked up in San Francisco and walked the rest of the way through the deserted streets. There was a town-wide curfew in effect and had there not been he doubted many humans would have ventured out anyway - unless they'd been living under a rock for the last few years or suffered some kind of debilitating mental illness, Sunnydale's general population would surely have noticed all the pesky blood-sucking vampires.
He looked up at the sign above the door of the building and was glad to see he'd got the right place. Any more wandering around this dead town on an empty stomach and he'd be ready to scream and beat the next living creature he came across into a bloody pulp. Plus, he really wanted to be out of this hellhole of a town and headed back toward New York before dawn. He'd spent enough time in California to last him well into the next millennium. Hell, he'd had enough of the entire western seaboard. He'd been away from New York State, his adopted home, for way too long already. Especially when he knew there was someone back there waiting for him.
The two vamps on the door tried to stop him entering he growled, vamping out, lifting both of them effortlessly by their throats as they looked on, helpless. He let them go and stepped inside.
The Bronze was magnificent, in a way. Penn wasn't sure he'd ever seen so many vampires all in the same place before, let alone so many vampires with a common leader. It had been maybe a couple of years or more since the Master had ascended, and he practically owned Sunnydale. It was a pretty exciting prospect, a whole town just controlled outright by vampires, no hiding, no pretence. If it hadn't been California, if it hadn't been so far from home and if he hadn't enjoyed his life in New York the way he did, he might have been persuaded to give it a try. The whole thing was just awesome, groundbreaking. It almost made him wonder what the hell the Slayer was doing while all this was going on.
"Penn!" the low, booming familiar voice exclaimed as he walked through into one of the back rooms. "It's been too long, my boy".
Penn looked up at the Master and nodded. "Too long", he agreed. "But I'm not staying. I'm just here to see..."
"Angelus".
"Yes".
"Well, certainly, don't let me stop you", the Master said, seeming oddly magnanimous. "He's through the door, to the left. And feel free to stay as long as you want. This is really a hell of a town".
Penn smiled. "That it is", he replied, heading for the door. "And I'll keep the offer in mind".
"See you do, my boy. It's good to see you again".
Penn left the room, closing the heavy metal door behind him and turning to the cage he found there. There was a red-haired girl inside, sitting astride a man's hips; she turned, a book of matches in her hand and a frown on her face.
"Who are you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Does the Master know you're here?"
Penn nodded. "Yes, he does. And I'm Penn. Who are you?"
She smiled slightly, biting down on her bottom lip and pushing her hair back behind one ear as she eyed Penn carefully. I’m Willow. Why are you here? The Master told me I could have the puppy to myself for a while”. She struck a match, dropping it on the man’s chest, eliciting a muffled groan. It was just a groan but immediately Penn recognised the tone. Angelus. He smiled, watching her lively, amused eyes as they swept over him.
“I only need a few minutes”, he told her. “I knew him a long time ago. Could you spare him for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be quick”.
She seemed to mull over the thought in her head for a second, then hopped off him and skipped to the cage door. She fished the key out of the front of her tight leather top and let herself out, letting Penn in.
“I’ll have to lock the door”, she told him, leaning in close, smiling. “Call me when you’re done”. Penn nodded. She turned the key in the lock then slipped away out of the room. Penn turned his attention to the man on the floor.
“Angelus”.
A pair of brown eyes flickered up to meet Penn’s gaze as the burnt Angelus struggled to sit up and rest his back against the wall.
“My name’s Angel, Penn”.
“So it’s true. You’ve got a soul”. It wasn’t a question and Angel didn’t answer. “Such a pity. You were one of the greats”.
Angel shrugged awkwardly, pulling on his shirt over his burned chest, wincing.
“I heard you were living in New York, Penn”, he said. “With some Wall Street banker. That doesn’t seem like you. Shouldn’t you be out re-enacting your family’s deaths like a good little vampire?”
Penn smiled, leaning back against the bars. “You taught me better than that, Angelus. Sorry, *Angel*. And he’s not a banker”.
“If it’s any consolation, I also heard he was a killer”.
“That he is. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t let your teaching go to waste”.
“So I heard. The two of you are making quite a name for yourselves”.
Penn shrugged. “We didn’t exactly cut a bloody swath through Europe, but we’ve done okay”.
Angel smiled sadly, hugging himself gingerly as he looked up at this monster he’d sired. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, Penn”, he said at last. “I’m sorry I did this to you. I’m sorry you’ll live forever”.
“Don’t be; I’m not”.
“I’m I’m sorry you’re a monster. And I’m sorry you’re going to be just like me, you and this guy, just like I was with Darla all those years”.
“If you’re going to be sorry for anything, Angel, be sorry you left me waiting in Italy all that time. That crushed me. I waited for so long, hoping you’d just walk in someday with a smile on your face and a girl on your arm and tell me ‘a funny thing happened on the way from Romania…’ But you never did, did you. You never cared about me. You never cared about anyone but yourself”.
“You’re right, I didn’t”, Angel admitted. “I didn’t have a soul, Penn. I didn’t care about anyone or anything. I felt no guilt for the longest time. You want me to be sorry for leaving you? I’m not. You think this banker’s going to be sorry when he leaves you? Or that you’ll be sorry when you leave him? He won’t. You won’t”.
It was easy for Penn to pull Angel to his feet, to pin him to the wall by his neck and his shoulder as he growled and felt his demonic face slip into place. He eyed Angel closely. He looked like his sire. In a way he was his sire. But he wasn’t the same.
“You don’t know anything about me”, he hissed, close beside his ear. “Don’t pretend you do. You don’t know anything about him. He’s not you. He’s nothing like you”.
“Not anymore he’s not. I have a soul, remember?”
“He’s nothing like you. He’s a killer. Thank you for siring me, Angel. Because now I’ve sired him. And what we’re going to do will eclipse everything you did with Darla. If you’re lucky, you might still be around to see”.
***
Author: Elisabeta
E-mail: isis_astaria@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Content: m/m sex, blood, violence, language, mild torture, lots of death, angst, vampires and a serial killer!
Summary: started out as a BuffyAngelImprov piece with the Wishverse as the theme, and ended up taking a month to write as an Angel-in-the-Wishverse crossover with American Psycho. And it’s all about the lovely Penn.
Notes: For this to really make sense you could do with having seen the Angel episode ‘Somnambulist’. And it’s not totally necessary to have seen/read American Psycho, but I’d recommend them both J
Disclaimer: Unless I wake up one morning having become Joss Whedon or Bret Easton Ellis overnight, then I don’t own them. And there’s no point suing me – all you’ll get is a collection of my trashy fanfic, a bunch of textbooks, Monkey Island Four and a pissed off Angel fan.
***
Sunnydale, CA, 1999
California. He'd never really liked it. He'd been to Los Angeles twice so far and hated it both times, although their police force had been ludicrously inept and had literally let him get away with murder, back in the days when he'd still been stuck in the same old re-enactment of his family's deaths. It was a terrible city, by a terrible beach, with terrible heat and terrible buildings. He was glad he’d bypassed it this time. One more visit and he'd probably end up attempting to burn the place to the ground. And knowing his determination, he'd do it die trying. He didn't want that. Right now dying wasn't exactly high on his personal agenda.
So on his way down from Seattle he didn't stop in LA. He'd stayed over in San Francisco for a couple of nights instead, and hated it just the same. It was then that he realised it was more likely the whole state he hated, and after this one last trip he'd leave California and never come back. He'd go back to New York or he'd travel Europe for a while. But before that there was one town he had to see.
Sunnydale. It was amusing to know the name and the reality of the town, that it lay directly over a hellmouth, that vampires ruled and humans lived in fear. Not really true to its happy, cheerful name, then. He drove past the sign proclaiming 'Welcome to Sunnydale, Enjoy Your Stay' with a smile on his face, and headed into town.
After stopping a couple of times to 'ask for directions' - a process mainly involving pulling up beside an unsuspecting youth and shaking him by the throat until he was told what he wanted to know - he found a relatively safe place to leave the rental car he'd picked up in San Francisco and walked the rest of the way through the deserted streets. There was a town-wide curfew in effect and had there not been he doubted many humans would have ventured out anyway - unless they'd been living under a rock for the last few years or suffered some kind of debilitating mental illness, Sunnydale's general population would surely have noticed all the pesky blood-sucking vampires.
He looked up at the sign above the door of the building and was glad to see he'd got the right place. Any more wandering around this dead town on an empty stomach and he'd be ready to scream and beat the next living creature he came across into a bloody pulp. Plus, he really wanted to be out of this hellhole of a town and headed back toward New York before dawn. He'd spent enough time in California to last him well into the next millennium. Hell, he'd had enough of the entire western seaboard. He'd been away from New York State, his adopted home, for way too long already. Especially when he knew there was someone back there waiting for him.
The two vamps on the door tried to stop him entering he growled, vamping out, lifting both of them effortlessly by their throats as they looked on, helpless. He let them go and stepped inside.
The Bronze was magnificent, in a way. Penn wasn't sure he'd ever seen so many vampires all in the same place before, let alone so many vampires with a common leader. It had been maybe a couple of years or more since the Master had ascended, and he practically owned Sunnydale. It was a pretty exciting prospect, a whole town just controlled outright by vampires, no hiding, no pretence. If it hadn't been California, if it hadn't been so far from home and if he hadn't enjoyed his life in New York the way he did, he might have been persuaded to give it a try. The whole thing was just awesome, groundbreaking. It almost made him wonder what the hell the Slayer was doing while all this was going on.
"Penn!" the low, booming familiar voice exclaimed as he walked through into one of the back rooms. "It's been too long, my boy".
Penn looked up at the Master and nodded. "Too long", he agreed. "But I'm not staying. I'm just here to see..."
"Angelus".
"Yes".
"Well, certainly, don't let me stop you", the Master said, seeming oddly magnanimous. "He's through the door, to the left. And feel free to stay as long as you want. This is really a hell of a town".
Penn smiled. "That it is", he replied, heading for the door. "And I'll keep the offer in mind".
"See you do, my boy. It's good to see you again".
Penn left the room, closing the heavy metal door behind him and turning to the cage he found there. There was a red-haired girl inside, sitting astride a man's hips; she turned, a book of matches in her hand and a frown on her face.
"Who are you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Does the Master know you're here?"
Penn nodded. "Yes, he does. And I'm Penn. Who are you?"
She smiled slightly, biting down on her bottom lip and pushing her hair back behind one ear as she eyed Penn carefully. I’m Willow. Why are you here? The Master told me I could have the puppy to myself for a while”. She struck a match, dropping it on the man’s chest, eliciting a muffled groan. It was just a groan but immediately Penn recognised the tone. Angelus. He smiled, watching her lively, amused eyes as they swept over him.
“I only need a few minutes”, he told her. “I knew him a long time ago. Could you spare him for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be quick”.
She seemed to mull over the thought in her head for a second, then hopped off him and skipped to the cage door. She fished the key out of the front of her tight leather top and let herself out, letting Penn in.
“I’ll have to lock the door”, she told him, leaning in close, smiling. “Call me when you’re done”. Penn nodded. She turned the key in the lock then slipped away out of the room. Penn turned his attention to the man on the floor.
“Angelus”.
A pair of brown eyes flickered up to meet Penn’s gaze as the burnt Angelus struggled to sit up and rest his back against the wall.
“My name’s Angel, Penn”.
“So it’s true. You’ve got a soul”. It wasn’t a question and Angel didn’t answer. “Such a pity. You were one of the greats”.
Angel shrugged awkwardly, pulling on his shirt over his burned chest, wincing.
“I heard you were living in New York, Penn”, he said. “With some Wall Street banker. That doesn’t seem like you. Shouldn’t you be out re-enacting your family’s deaths like a good little vampire?”
Penn smiled, leaning back against the bars. “You taught me better than that, Angelus. Sorry, *Angel*. And he’s not a banker”.
“If it’s any consolation, I also heard he was a killer”.
“That he is. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t let your teaching go to waste”.
“So I heard. The two of you are making quite a name for yourselves”.
Penn shrugged. “We didn’t exactly cut a bloody swath through Europe, but we’ve done okay”.
Angel smiled sadly, hugging himself gingerly as he looked up at this monster he’d sired. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, Penn”, he said at last. “I’m sorry I did this to you. I’m sorry you’ll live forever”.
“Don’t be; I’m not”.
“I’m I’m sorry you’re a monster. And I’m sorry you’re going to be just like me, you and this guy, just like I was with Darla all those years”.
“If you’re going to be sorry for anything, Angel, be sorry you left me waiting in Italy all that time. That crushed me. I waited for so long, hoping you’d just walk in someday with a smile on your face and a girl on your arm and tell me ‘a funny thing happened on the way from Romania…’ But you never did, did you. You never cared about me. You never cared about anyone but yourself”.
“You’re right, I didn’t”, Angel admitted. “I didn’t have a soul, Penn. I didn’t care about anyone or anything. I felt no guilt for the longest time. You want me to be sorry for leaving you? I’m not. You think this banker’s going to be sorry when he leaves you? Or that you’ll be sorry when you leave him? He won’t. You won’t”.
It was easy for Penn to pull Angel to his feet, to pin him to the wall by his neck and his shoulder as he growled and felt his demonic face slip into place. He eyed Angel closely. He looked like his sire. In a way he was his sire. But he wasn’t the same.
“You don’t know anything about me”, he hissed, close beside his ear. “Don’t pretend you do. You don’t know anything about him. He’s not you. He’s nothing like you”.
“Not anymore he’s not. I have a soul, remember?”
“He’s nothing like you. He’s a killer. Thank you for siring me, Angel. Because now I’ve sired him. And what we’re going to do will eclipse everything you did with Darla. If you’re lucky, you might still be around to see”.
***