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Angelus smiled at the woman before him, it was amazing how he could make the smile reach his eyes when he wanted to. Darla would have liked this one, she was as innocent as Drusilla had been and very, very rich. A virgin until Angelus had come into her life and
They smelled much better and gave up so much more of themselves when they thought they were giving you something precious. And she did in spades, clothes, art, fine wine and Irish whisky; it had been worth coming back to Galway just for that pleasure.
"I've someone I'd like you to meet if you've a mind," he said and Naoimh gave a surprised but pleased smile.
"Angelus I'd love to meet your friends, is it one you've spoken of?"
"Aye, it's William, though he's gotten it into his head we should call him Spike for some reason. He's me protégée, he's no family of his own, so I took him under me wing. He's of a mind to have his poetry published."
"Is he talented now?"
Angelus covered a smirk with his hand and leaned in for a kiss. A chaste kiss that nevertheless fanned the flames of passion beneath Naoimh's skirts. She couldn't understand how he could affect her this way. Sure he was as handsome as the very devil himself but no one had ever made her quiver with just the merest of touches quite
"He's very original. Believe me when I say there's not a one who writes quite like him. I could bring him around while your folks are still away, if that would be to your likin'? He would be most appreciative of it. What do you say?"
"Would it make you happy?"
"You make me happy." She blushed prettily.
"You shall bring him then, tomorrow if you like. If I invite others will he recite for us?"
"Oh I don't think he's ready for public performances yet. I just feel that you'll be kind but fair."
"I'll look forward to it."
Angelus smiled and for a horrible moment he looked like a snake about to strike, but then the warmth appeared in his eyes again and Naoimh let out a shaky laugh, she was obviously imagining things.
"I have to go now luv, I've business t'attend to, but I'll be back with the lad tomorrow after nightfall."
He avoided the small mirror near the bottom of the stairs and leaned in for another kiss, parting her lips slightly with his own and slipping in just the tip of his tongue. He heard the increased beating of her heart and was tempted to drain its blood there and then but it wouldn't do to show the same impatience as his Childe. It would spoil the boy's treat and he had earned it when all was said and done.
"Bye sweet Naoimh, until tomorrow then."
"Goodbye Angelus. God bless you."
Angelus covered another smirk with her hand and touched his lips to her fingers, triumph in his cold dead heart at the disappointed look on her face; she'd obviously thought he was going to have his way with her again before he left. He nodded his head, turned and left.
She stared at the spot he'd vacated, it was the oddest thing but he seemed to get colder to the touch each time she had the privilege. Perhaps she was coming down with a mild form of hysteria. She laughed out loud and made herself jump. Really, she'd be swooning
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"Where are we going Sire? Can't you tell me something?"
"It's a surprise Will."
"Yeah well I've had your surprises before Angelus and they're not always all they're cracked up to be."
"Curb your impudence Childe, or I'll take you across my knee so I shall."
"Promise?" He drawled.
He looked at him under hooded lids and Angelus slid his hand slowly up the length of his thigh. William couldn't help the slight inhalation of oxygen, it wouldn't be the first time Angelus had taken him in a carriage. Angelus leaned forward to tease his mouth with his lips before his fingers arrived at their destination; there he cupped his balls and squeezed. William moaned rather than let out the shout that tried to escape his lips and Angelus relaxed his hold slightly, enough to make William more comfortable.
"I promise you this William, you'll have a fine time tonight, but it's your word I'll be wanting that I'll have your best behaviour, or so help me god I'll have your hide in a way that pleases only me."
William stayed silent for a while, until the soft caresses of Angelus' fingers stirred the thick length of his cock, lighting fire in his belly. Surrender flooded his brain.
"I promise." He pressed himself harder into Angelus' hand just as he removed it.
"Good boy."
The journey didn't take long and before William had a chance to reign in the results of his Sire's provocation they were deposited in front of a large house of obvious opulence.
"Remember Will, good manners and poetry. Don't be worrying your head now, she's too much of a lady to remark on how bad it actually is. Play you're part for me lad and you'll not be sorry. And there'll be none of that terrible accent you've adopted of late, we want to impress the lady, not become social pariahs." He rapped the front door knocker smartly and then adjusted William's cravat.
A very smart looking butler answered the door and invited them in formally when Angelus had said good evening and introduced his companion. William's eyes widened in surprise, they had seen riches, the four of them, over the last ten months since his Turning, but
"Miss Quinn is waiting in the parlour for you and your charge Sir. Follow me please."
"You keep a fine house O'Flagherty, how many servants do you have to keep it in such splendour?" The butler preened, visibly pleased with the compliment.
"There's only the three of us at present Master Angelus, myself, Cook and Aggy the maid. The rest have gone to London with Themselves. We manage quite well when the Miss is entertaining alone." He opened the parlour doors theatrically.
William pulled at the collar pinching his skin. Angelus was never happy unless it was tight enough to choke those who *were* still living, when they were out in polite company. Wasn't so bloody poncy when he wanted William to bend over, or when he was knee deep in the entrails of his latest victims.
So this was where his Sire had been spending his evenings and the pretty woman standing ready to shake his hand the keeper of his company no doubt. She was dark haired and grey eyed and he could see that she had applied some kind of cosmetic in an attempt to cover the smattering of freckles across her cheeks and forehead. Her handshake was firm and she smelled of gardenias and his Sire, which sent an unwelcome jolt to his cock.
"I'm so pleased to meet you William, Angelus has told me so much about you. Please take a seat. Sherry?"
"Pleased to meet you too m'lady. Yes, sherry would be lovely."
Naoimh walked over to Angelus and offered him her hand.
"You're lookin' very luvley this fine evening, I hope me boy does you proud."
"I've total faith in your confidence in him, Angelus. Will you take sherry yourself?"
"Aye, let me." He took the decanter from her and poured sherry into three glasses and handed them out.
"So William, may I call you that? Angelus said that you preferred to be called `Spike'."
"William's fine Miss Quinn, my Si . Angelus feels I'll be better served in the publishing world if I keep my given name."
"He's probably right William, it`s difficult enough without alienating those who would applaud you."
"Do you like poetry Miss Quinn?"
"I do, we've been lucky enough to have some very distinguished poets here at the house. We've even helped a few newcomers on their way. About three years ago we had the great Oscar Wilde, and or course he went on to win the Newdigate poetry prize in 1878 for Ravenna? He was an odd character, very flamboyant; he could barely carry all his works into the house there was so much. I notice you don't have anything with you William."
"That's true, Miss Quinn, I left it all behind." She looked at Angelus with a puzzled frown on her face.
"But how will he read for me without his notes?"
"Oh William won't be needing his notes." Angelus gave her the same disturbing smile she had witnessed the previous evening and flustered she sipped her sherry.
"No, William is a true poet and can recite all his life's work from memory."
William was stupefied at first until he felt the slow burn of anger that blossomed in his chest. Did Angelus really meant for him to recite poetry for her? Was his Sire *trying* to humiliate him? What happened to the promise of a good time? He tried unsuccessfully to
He glanced across at him and his eyes were met with mischief and a promise of something that was obviously putting Angelus in good spirits. If Naoimh missed the torturous sweep of his hand across his own thigh before he ghosted a touch over his burgeoning erection,
"How remarkable, when you've wet your whistle William, why don't you begin? We may as well have a taster before dinner."
William looked across to Angelus again and promised him silently that no matter how good this evening turned out, he was going to make him pay. He cleared his throat.
"If it pleases you Miss Quinn, perhaps I could begin with a short poem I composed for my lady love Cecily?"
"Marvellous, is she here in Galway?"
"Er . no, I had to leave her in London, we had no one who could act as escort."
Angelus allowed himself to believe that this was indeed William before them. Shy, broken-hearted William, who had been little more than a boy when he had taken him that first time, barely a day after he'd Turned him. So afraid at first but an apt pupil and eager to
"This is simply called `For Cecily." William cleared his throat and then began.
*So resplendent with beauty,
My eyes could never do justice
To the canvas that was painted upon.
With nature's deft strokes and palette abundant,
It speaks to my heart like a song.*
Angelus watched the look of discomfort that started to spread across Naoimh's face, but she quickly recovered with a bright smile when she saw him watching her.
*'Tis not mere embellishments,
That make me beholden
To spend out my days in your arms.
But beauty that lies deep in your soul's recesses
Claiming my love for your inner most charms.*
She clapped her hands enthusiastically when she realised that William had finished.
"Delightful, m'dear, simply delightful."
William would have blushed to the roots of his hair had it been possible and he decided then and there that whatever Angelus said, he was going out for a savage kill later, that and there had better at least be a blow-job on offer for this humiliation. That or another angry mob spurred on by his own actions.
Angelus went to Naoimh's side and slipped his arm around her waist. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear.
"It pleases me no end that you appreciate the lad. Don'tch you think he has what it takes?"
"Well erm . yes of course, my dear, we'll hear more after dinner."
Right on cue, O'Flagherty arrived and announced that dinner was ready. Angelus took Naoimh's hand and led her out of the room after the butler and William trailed miserably behind. He'd thought for one joyous moment that he was actually going to share his Sire's
William was nothing if not resourceful and he managed to sit close enough to his Sire throughout dinner to slide a shoed foot up the inside of his calf. It wasn't what he really wanted to do to him but it but it was enough to bring a glower to Angelus' face and gave him fleeting satisfaction. At least he would have to pay for it later.
Dinner conversation was a revelation, it quickly became apparent that many of Angelus' fine acquisitions since they arrived in Galway had more to do with Naoimh than his unfortunate victims. Yet William still had no idea what Angelus saw in the fair maiden, apart from the obvious. She obviously had money but he didn't think she was genteel enough to be used to it from birth. Perhaps her father was a self-made man?
"Come William, another recital for Miss Quinn's hospitality, it should go down fine with a brandy and a cigar."
"Of course, dinner was rather lovely."
His eyes glinted amusement at Angelus' barely touched plate and he was most astonished when he felt the squeeze of his hand on his thigh. His head shot up and he looked at Angelus with unasked questions on his lips. He didn't need spoken answers, they were right there in the ebony dilated eyes.
With renewed interest he started to recite.
*If I could take a key for freedom,
To flee my gilded cage.
To turn my back on love and passion,
To escape your jealous rage.
If I had a chance to seek more warmth,
Than you could ever give
To turn my back on harsh unloving,
To find someone to forgive.
That I am me and give no quarter,
To coaxes, chastisement or ire,
No harsh fist or tongue
To keep me under nor ever make me tire.
I'd choose to stay perhaps one day see
You change heart and mind.
And hope that you would one day realise
That you'd acted rather blind.*
The smile on Naoimh's face was beginning to look a little forced and Angelus was in his element. He knew she wouldn't offer any criticism being keen as she was to get back in his breeches. She clapped again and to Angelus' dismay William let slip what he had come to refer to in his head as a `Spike' leer. Time to get on with his plans then.
"What's your thinking then, Fair Lady Quinn, is he worth me while? Or should I send him back to London with his tail between his legs and nothin' but bad news for his beloved."
She stood up and walked over to the wall table by the patio doors, picked up an envelope and came forward to press it in to William's hands.
"This is for you my dear, I think it's rather lovely that you have a mentor, but there's no harm in having a patron too. Please accept it with my sincerest wishes, I hope it sets you on your road to Poet Laureate."
William only just managed to keep his face from splitting into another satisfied grin. Finally the penny had dropped and he now understood why Angelus had insisted this would be an enjoyable night.
"You're too kind Miss Quinn, if I may be honest I didn't think you would care for it at all."
She looked over at Angelus and smiled such an open smile William almost felt sorry for her. Stupid bint, why did they always fall for it? She would do anything for Angelus, that much was obvious, she was the only one in his history of writing poetry who hadn't laughed at it outright.
Angelus walked over to her and folded her in his arms. He winked at William over her shoulder and pulled the cord near the wall that summoned the butler.
"You're a true find Naoimh Quinn, d'you know that? *And* willing to help me boy." O'Flagherty opened the door. "Bring in Cook and Aggy would you me good feller, we're havin' a bit of a celebration."
"Certainly Sir."
"What's going on Angelus, why would you want the help to join in the celebrations?" Angelus smiled at her wickedly and this time her flesh broke out into goose bumps, and she knew something had gone horribly wrong.
"To be sure now, we couldn`t be having the celebrations without them."
William jumped to his feet and as soon as the three servants walked through the door he grabbed O'Flagherty and twisted his neck until it snapped. Naoimh barely had time to let a shriek of surprise before Angelus had seized Cook by the throat and buried his fangs. This time Naoimh screamed and as she made a run for the door William stuck out his leg and sent her sprawling to the floor.
Aggy stood pale faced but silent, she'd seen a vampire before so wasn't as shocked as her mistress, but she was terrified and before it could register properly in her brain that she was going to die that very night she fainted dead away.
Angelus dropped Cook to the floor with an exaggerated bow and giggling like a madman squatted at Naoimh's upturned face and pulled her up by her hair.
"A person should never be afraid to say `that's shite' when they're looking at a turd pile Miss Quinn. Would you really sell your soul and your maidenhood for such utter drivel?" She spat in his face and he giggled again, sending fresh tingles of fear up her spine. She was afraid, but not so afraid that she'd lost her voice as well as her reason.
"What *are* you?" she shrieked at his vampiric visage.
William slapped Aggy's face until she came round and then morphing into game face sank his teeth into her throat and drank deeply. Angelus spun Naoimh round and dragged her over to them so she could see exactly what William was doing.
"Have you never seen a vampire before sweet Naoimh? Did you not wonder just a little bit that my skin retained no temperature and that I always managed to avoid pressing you close to me chest? He pulled her up to a standing position and clutched her to his chest in a parody of a lover's embrace.
"It seems to me that some people just want to be fooled. They want someone or something to while away the dull hours of their pitiful existence. And you gave it up so easily, it was hardly worth the effort."
Naoimh's face was pinched with shock and she stared from William to Angelus in morbid terror.
"Why are you doing this?"
Angelus dragged her over to the chair and forced her down into it.
"This is a celebration, it's just that we're not celebrating William's poetry at all. We're celebrating Spike's."
William looked up sharply at that. How the hell did his Sire know that he still wrote poetry? He started to wipe blood from the corner of his lips and thought better of it. He looked at his Sire with relaxing features and walked over to him to put it to better use.
Angelus flicked out his tongue for a taste before mashing his lips down over William's. Naoimh let out a low moan and tried to get up from the chair, but Angelus pushed her back down with one hand. He reached down to the bulge that proudly tented the front of William's breeches and stroked with upward pressure from the heel of his hand before pushing him on to Naoimh's lap.
She looked at him, at least grateful that his demon features had receded for now, and wondered how one that looked so cherubic could possibly have dealings with the devil. She looked to Angelus then; how could one with such an angelic face *be* The Devil?
William stroked her hair, tumbling the soft curls from their restraints until they lay in abundance around her shoulders, he trailed his hand down to her décolletage and pushed into her dress seeking a warm nipple. She gasped out at the pleasure that flooded her loins despite the fatality of her situation.
Angelus was holding a piece of parchment in his hand and he paced purposefully up and down the room as his features bled back to their human guise. He looked at William and for the first time this evening his eyes reflected something approaching real warmth. He began to recite.
*T'was you who ripped me from life's mediocrity,
When you took my breath.
And though heart's lain dormant,
It seems to beat.
With vitality now filled with
Desire to please you,
If you would, could, accept my offerings.
A cavern you left bereft, to soak up your essence.
Cannot see beyond an anchor to keep you,
Must place it here to bind you, to yearn me,
Yet it gives me no peace.
Only promises of preternatural pleasure,
Can we share in love , not just loins and blood?
Would I have loved you in life?
Regardless of cruelty and your ineptitude
Or the ill will you display.
The truth I fear, because you call to me and though tisn't love you offer,
I answer with love and desire and always this hope,
That you are my saviour.*
He knelt at William's feet and kissed him passionately before reaching down to free his engorged cock from its confines. Naoimh watched, unable to look away, as he licked it from root to tip, curled his tongue and lips around the swollen head and suckled it. William had his hands in his hair before he could even consider the consequences of his actions and it would seem that Angelus was indeed pleased with him for he took the length of him down and swallowed.
Naoimh repressed a disgusted moan as Angelus grabbed the back of her knee whilst he felated his Childe's cock. He took him deep in his throat and began to hum, cupping his balls till they ached. The contrast between the one beneath him, heart beating rapidly in fear and the one giving him his heart's desire finally proved to be his undoing and William spurted into the back of Angelus' throat with a cry.
Angelus licked his lips when he let William's cock slip from his mouth and then rose up to kiss him again.
"William you're a damn fine appetiser, did I not promise you a good time?"
"You did Sire, may I ask what's the main course?"
"Of course. You are me dear Will, you are. Now drop yer trousers for me so I can see that pretty arse of yours and then I'll show Naoimh here what real lovin' is all about."
He freed his cock from his breeches and stroked himself slowly whilst he waited. William planted a kiss on the end of Naoimh's nose before sliding down and kneeling beside Angelus. He licked his lips at the sight of his Sire's rapidly expanding length and looked to
He pushed William's willing head down and hissed in pleasure when he lapped at the precum oozing from his slit. William teased his sensitive ridge with blunt teeth and lightly pumped him with one hand. Angelus held his head and rocked gently when he took him into the cool cavern of his mouth and gripped his hair tightly when he finally emptied himself into his throat.
"Will, I've taught you so well," he said with a horse whisper.
He smiled into his upturned face and pulled him close for a kiss. It was hard and needy and they were both far from spent. Pulling himself together, Angelus returned his attention to their waiting audience.
"Let's have you on all fours Childe, I've a mind to take you from behind. You might want to pay attention to this Miss Quinn, it may bring back a few memories, it being the same position we used, if not the same type of penetration. Of course there is the problem of
Angelus slid a hand under Naoimh's skirt and exposed a shapely leg but she merely whimpered. He leaned over and prised her knees apart, licking up the inside of her thigh before sinking his fangs into softest part at the top. He allowed blood to spill rather than
The sight of her own blood coating Angelus' finger and then disappearing into William's mouth broke the paralysis that had held her still for so long and Naoimh struck Angelus' with a hefty punch to the nose which belied her feminine frailty. Unprepared he fell back and missed when he tried to grab her as she took flight.
William dived after her bringing her to her knees before she could get to the door, and dragged her back to where Angelus was starting to rise. Angelus smiled at her sincerely.
"I was beginning to think you had no spunk at all, good for you" She was crying freely now and cursing her own weak flesh forever for getting involved with a man who would seduce her so.
"Of course, if you're not going to play nice, you can't stay at the party."
They both flanked her sides now and terror made her rigid as they both fell upon her throat. They drained her quickly and let her slide to the floor before turning to one another. Angelus ripped William's shirt down the front and fastened his mouth on one pert nipple. His teeth were cruel as he bit his way up his chest to his lips and he kissed him hard before spinning him around and yanking his pants down his thighs.
William dropped on to all fours and arched into the hand that stroked down his spine before following the line into the dip between his ass cheeks.
"Will? Turn over, I'd rather see your face." He looked back at him sharply but scrambled around and lay on his back when he saw the lust and warmth in Angelus' eyes.
"I liked your poem Will. You deserve a reward for your eloquence, and wasn't she a tasty morsel?"
"Not as tasty as you Sire. Fuck me?"
William's legs fell apart, hindered by his pants until Angelus pulled them off his legs and his shoes off his feet. Then he reached below his balls and teased his puckered opening for a few seconds, almost pressing in a finger but never quite applying enough pressure to enter him. Angelus ran his hands through the messes on Naoimh's throat and then coated his cock with her blood. He entered William slowly, watching the bliss as it spread over his face.
William half rose, resting his weight on his hands. Angelus clasped them with his own and started to rock his hips, his eyes fastened on William`s. William raised his head for a kiss, lips parted in invitation. They were plundered savagely, fangs tearing into his flesh and unleashing his own demon.
Quickly their coupling became frenzied and Angelus pounded into William relentlessly as William pulled on his own cock. Eventually they broke off their kisses to look into one another's eyes again. The emotion that William saw reflected back at him told him more
Angelus rested his forehead on William's when he felt his own orgasm approaching. His demon features melted away as waves of pleasure built from the root of him and finally crashed when he spilled deep inside his Childe. William wrapped his arms around Angelus, and gathering him to his chest he poured all he felt for him into a passion filled kiss.
Angelus stayed inside him until his cock was soft and slipped from him. Then he lifted William in his arms and carried him over to the chaise lounge by the patio doors, laid him down, and knelt by his side. William touched Angelus' face gently, following the jut of his
"If I'd have known you were going to react like *this* to my poetry, I would have shown it to you willingly," he whispered. "How did you find it anyway?"
"Hush lad, don't be worrying your head about that now. Sleep a while and I'll tend to the 'wounded'."
A satirical smile touched his lips briefly before he pressed them to William's, slipping his tongue inside and tasting the familiar palate. Angelus looked around at the carnage they had caused; it was one of his better endeavours to be sure. William closed his eyes,
Angelus stood over Naoimh's corpse and marvelled at how pretty she looked even in death. She'd been a ripe fruit for the picking, and a fine piece to share with his boy. She'd tasted bewildered and heartbroken, but still full of the love she couldn't switch off simply because all had gone sour. He picked up the envelope she had given to William. There was £200 inside and he couldn't help feeling satisfaction in the knowledge that she had given it to William for his sake.
His Childe was sleeping deeply, his chest rising occasionally when dreaming made him breathe. He looked so beautiful, despite the fact his features didn't stay constantly relaxed. What troubles had followed him into the dreamscape? Angelus picked up the parchment bearing William's words and left the room to search for a pencil.
The house was lit subtly throughout, the corridors muted and offering shadow to those who would hide. But Angelus wasn't about hiding and he walked purposefully as he rummaged through drawers until he found what he was looking for. After returning to the
Even in sleep William wasn't still, his position would shift slightly, his nose would twitch, or his mouth would twist as it tried to form a smile. It wouldn't matter though, Angelus could
Quickly the page became filled with sharp lead strokes, an outline of his restless repose. He drew the tattered remains of his shirt, the only soft relief against the jut of his ribs, which were clearly defined when he flung a careless arm over his head. His cock lay nestled in a bed of golden hair and Angelus licked the end of the pencil before attempting to do justice to the source of so much pleasure.
William's hair lay tousled around his head and Angelus decided it was time he let it grow. It was much lighter than his eyebrows and he thought it might have grown darker had he lived to maturity. He replicated the high prominence of William's cheek bones and the way
He couldn't capture the porcelain translucency of his skin or the crystalline blue of his eyes, even if they'd been open, but he would do so in oils; the next time he pleased him so well. Once finished, Angelus looked around the room again and let out a satisfied sigh at the evenings events. They would have to leave Galway of course, but they had time before the alarm would be raised.
It was time anyway to rejoin his Sire and his other Childe in London. There he would have a chance to regale them with tales of his exploits, and a chance to thank Drusilla properly for bringing the poem to his attention. He would enjoy that very much indeed. He walked over and rested on his hunches next to William's naked form and placed a soft kiss on his lips to wake him. He wasn't one to let go of opportunity and before they left he intended to enjoy William some more .
~ Finis ~