A Dark Secret
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Drusilla
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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3,358
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1
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A Dark Secret--Prologue
Prologue
She had lived more then a hundred years wrapped in a lie like a warm blanket. She had worn the disguise of insanity so well, slipped into it like a well-fitting glove. She had to. She had to live the lie for her own sake. If her sire were to find out—she shuddered to think what would happen.
She had no regret in her un-beating heart for lying to him. She felt no guilt in carrying on a façade of insanity, felt no guilt spewing nonsensical ramblings instead of simply telling him what she had seen in the visions that plagued her. She could care less.
But as time had passed the visions had truly taken a toll on her mind and sometimes she couldn’t decide whether she was still acting like she was insane—or if she was slowly going insane. Sometimes her head ached and felt clouded, she felt confusion seep into her mind and grew dizzy. She feared if she kept up the façade of being mad she soon truly would be.
But she was plagued with no guilt whatsoever. She hated her sire and always had.
Angelus. His name alone was like bitter acid in her mouth. She found it took all the strength and will she had to look at him with false adoration, to obey his every command and treat him as if he were her God. It took every ounce of willpower not to vomit each time she smiled eyes aglow with mock—infatuation and take his cock into her mouth, dropping to her knees like an obedient slave.
She knew that besides the fogginess that seeped in and out of her mind—there were other repercussions keeping the lie going for so long. Even though she hated him—hated Angelus with every fiber of her being—despised and loathed him for what he had done to her. For the pain and suffering she had endured at his hands—for his thoughtless taking of her life and for dooming her to an eternity of darkness.
An eternity trapped with him feeding on the blood of humans like some sweet nectar.
Her body craved him, ached for his touch. He had trained her too well and her body could not help but react to his touch, his kiss, the feel of his manhood buried deep inside her. Sometimes despite herself she found she grew wet with even a seductive glance from her sire. Even so much as the sound of his deep voice or a brush of his hand sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She was addicted to him like some sweet drug. She was bound to him—addicted to him and he loved it.
And she hated him all the more because of it.
Her heart did feel guilt at pretending, at living a lie, but it was definitely not for her sire.
It was Her William. Her sweet and precious Spike, her prince, so beautiful—and so gentle with her. He called her his princess and treated her like one. And she knew that he loved her, cherished her—would do anything for her.
She ached to tell him, to let him no her dark secret and finally be able to tell him all the things she had always wanted to say to him.
She longed to tell him how much she loved him, how his touch made her feel safe and warm. She longed to tell him how much he meant to her. Longed to say she was sorry for letting him think for even one minute that she preferred Angelus to him.
Every time she stared into his soft blue eyes and felt the caress of his hands, every time he called her his princess—told her how beautiful she was. Her heart ached and she wanted to scream how much she loved him. Her William.
Her Knight in Shining Armor.
But she could never tell him. She could never risk that Angelus might find out. He was always around and never let her and Spike be alone. Her William had to ask permission just to touch her—and it was rarely given.
Angelus much preferred to torture William by fucking her right in front of him and then reminding him that she belonged to him. It made her want to scream, made her want to push her sire off of her and run to her William.
But all she did was look at him with her sad blue eyes as she gave her sire what she wanted. All she did was play the part of a good little slave and lay down for her “Daddy.”
It hurt her so much to see the look of hurt and longing in her Spike’s eyes, but she could do nothing for him. She was too afraid and she knew it was too late to confess her secret.
Angelus could never know. He could never find out that she was sane.
And sadly her William could never know—never find out how much she loved him.
There was too much at stake—the consequences of lying for so long would be horrible—for her and her William.
She had to be careful, had to always be careful.
She must never slip up---ever
She would live a lie for all of eternity…
She had lived more then a hundred years wrapped in a lie like a warm blanket. She had worn the disguise of insanity so well, slipped into it like a well-fitting glove. She had to. She had to live the lie for her own sake. If her sire were to find out—she shuddered to think what would happen.
She had no regret in her un-beating heart for lying to him. She felt no guilt in carrying on a façade of insanity, felt no guilt spewing nonsensical ramblings instead of simply telling him what she had seen in the visions that plagued her. She could care less.
But as time had passed the visions had truly taken a toll on her mind and sometimes she couldn’t decide whether she was still acting like she was insane—or if she was slowly going insane. Sometimes her head ached and felt clouded, she felt confusion seep into her mind and grew dizzy. She feared if she kept up the façade of being mad she soon truly would be.
But she was plagued with no guilt whatsoever. She hated her sire and always had.
Angelus. His name alone was like bitter acid in her mouth. She found it took all the strength and will she had to look at him with false adoration, to obey his every command and treat him as if he were her God. It took every ounce of willpower not to vomit each time she smiled eyes aglow with mock—infatuation and take his cock into her mouth, dropping to her knees like an obedient slave.
She knew that besides the fogginess that seeped in and out of her mind—there were other repercussions keeping the lie going for so long. Even though she hated him—hated Angelus with every fiber of her being—despised and loathed him for what he had done to her. For the pain and suffering she had endured at his hands—for his thoughtless taking of her life and for dooming her to an eternity of darkness.
An eternity trapped with him feeding on the blood of humans like some sweet nectar.
Her body craved him, ached for his touch. He had trained her too well and her body could not help but react to his touch, his kiss, the feel of his manhood buried deep inside her. Sometimes despite herself she found she grew wet with even a seductive glance from her sire. Even so much as the sound of his deep voice or a brush of his hand sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She was addicted to him like some sweet drug. She was bound to him—addicted to him and he loved it.
And she hated him all the more because of it.
Her heart did feel guilt at pretending, at living a lie, but it was definitely not for her sire.
It was Her William. Her sweet and precious Spike, her prince, so beautiful—and so gentle with her. He called her his princess and treated her like one. And she knew that he loved her, cherished her—would do anything for her.
She ached to tell him, to let him no her dark secret and finally be able to tell him all the things she had always wanted to say to him.
She longed to tell him how much she loved him, how his touch made her feel safe and warm. She longed to tell him how much he meant to her. Longed to say she was sorry for letting him think for even one minute that she preferred Angelus to him.
Every time she stared into his soft blue eyes and felt the caress of his hands, every time he called her his princess—told her how beautiful she was. Her heart ached and she wanted to scream how much she loved him. Her William.
Her Knight in Shining Armor.
But she could never tell him. She could never risk that Angelus might find out. He was always around and never let her and Spike be alone. Her William had to ask permission just to touch her—and it was rarely given.
Angelus much preferred to torture William by fucking her right in front of him and then reminding him that she belonged to him. It made her want to scream, made her want to push her sire off of her and run to her William.
But all she did was look at him with her sad blue eyes as she gave her sire what she wanted. All she did was play the part of a good little slave and lay down for her “Daddy.”
It hurt her so much to see the look of hurt and longing in her Spike’s eyes, but she could do nothing for him. She was too afraid and she knew it was too late to confess her secret.
Angelus could never know. He could never find out that she was sane.
And sadly her William could never know—never find out how much she loved him.
There was too much at stake—the consequences of lying for so long would be horrible—for her and her William.
She had to be careful, had to always be careful.
She must never slip up---ever
She would live a lie for all of eternity…