2 comments/ 4853 views/ 0 favorites Angelus By: Rouquie The sound of air rushing past her ears and the sensation of the wind in her dark blond hair almost made Kristal believe that she herself was flying. But the comfort of strong arms around her body kept those beliefs at bay. The sights she saw as she raced high across the sky invaded her eyes and flared her imagination. "This is beautiful," she shouted above the whistling air. She spoke to the one that carried them on their flight. The only person that could fly without the help of any man-made devices. The man that she alone could love for who he was inside. Angel. "Truly, this is the view many people would love to see, but only few could actually take in," his voice was a low baritone as he spoke in a strangely formal tone. Kristal turned her head to look into his eyes. Eyes as blue as the sky, Angel was handsome in a mysterious way. His skin was naturally dark, not tanned by the sun and his raven black hair grew past his shoulders, neatly tied lose to the base of his skull. But what brought attention to him was not his looks nor his voice, though they alone could swoon any young woman. It was the fact that he had wings. White, soft and perfectly formed, Angel's wings stood out over everything else he had. They looked delicate and fragile but they were large and could easily support him and another body through the air without losing much of his agility and speed in flight. His real name was Angelus, and he was shunned and teased around the collage grounds. Names like 'birdbrain' and 'air head' were small compared to the savage beatings he received. Often in those beatings he would have one of his wings broken, sometimes both, and he would be given days or weeks of sick leave to recover from them. The other burden he has to carry is the media coverage that was constantly following him. Although it was natural for the 'media hounds' to jump on to a new story and religiously tear it apart to see what lay at the heart. And Angel had wanted none of it. But everywhere he went there was at least one camera or reporter that dogged his footsteps, waiting for the chance to see him in action. No one had seen him actually use his wings, since they would be broken again shortly after they healed, no one before Kristal that is. Kristal had seen the torment Angel had gone through and so decided to do something about it. She had been friends with Angel from very early in the year. Although they weren't very close, they could rely on each other for advice on a subject or, more often then not, shared their lunch break together. She cared a lot for him and, although she usually wont allow her emotions to lead her into making decisions, she was sick of seeing him suffer. So she planned an escape for him, a day when his wings were healed and healthy enough to use. Kristal spent weeks arranging everything, calling the school and Angel's mother and pleading for at least one day away with him. Eventually, almost reluctantly, they agreed and on one sunny Monday morning Angel found Kristal standing outside his front gate. "What are you doing here?" he had asked, his eyes inquiring. Though his face was still slightly bruised he was still handsome and Kristal's knees seem to quiver every time she caught a sight of him. Although she wasn't alone in this condition, as nearly every woman would go all dreamy-eyed every time he crossed their path. "I've come to rescue you from school today," she replied. She looked beyond him then and waved. Angel turned and saw his mother's silhouette standing at the front door. "Are you in this too, mother?" He asked. The shadow nodded her head slowly but said nothing. Angels mother was very rarely seen outside and no one could describe her face in detail as it was always at least partially concealed. People would go to her house and ask to come in, but she would refuse politely behind the wire mesh of the locked screen door, making various excuses to keep them out. No one minded her sometimes rude attitude to their attempt to socialise because nearly all attention was to her son. "She believed it was good for you," Kristal said as she firmly took his arm and led him out the gate, "Now get in." "You drive this?" He asked incredulously as he took in the sight of the cherry red sports convertible parked before him. "Nah, I use it for a shovel," She said with heavy sarcasm, "It's my brother's car, he lent it to me for the day after I explained it all to him." "Explained what?" Angel asked, curious at what this girl had on her mind. "Never mind," She said evasively, tugging at his much stronger arms. "What are we going to do about school?" He gently pried her fingers from around his upper arm and turned her to face him "I've got a test today." "Well what about those thugs that'll beat you again today? Do you want your wings broken again?" she did not mean for it to sound harsh, nor did she mean to push her face accusingly close to his, but the thought of Angel's fine wings broken angered her greatly. "Anyway, I've arranged everything, you can take your test tomorrow." Angel looked as if to protest further but a soft voice cut him off. "Just go with her Angel, she went to all this trouble to arrange this. At least listen and see what she wants." Angel's mother had stepped into the light of the morning sun and stood at the gate. Kristal was the only one to actually see Angel's mother clearly. She was much like her son in appearance, except for the wings, and her hair was a very dark brown. Her voice was even softer then Angel's and had the same formal tone laced within it. She looked vulnerable in her simple flower-pattern dress and sandals, but Kristal knew Angel's mother was strong in character. That's why she liked her. Angel could not argue with his mother as he looked once at her then at Kristal. He sighed then and gave in. Soon he and Kristal were on the road. "Do you know why they pick on me?" Angel asked after some time of silent driving had passed, "Is it because of my wings?" Kristal looked as if in thought. "In a way, yes. But do you ever notice that it's mostly the boys that do all the teasing and beating?" Angel did not answer, so Kristal continued, "Its because the girls, all of them I've noticed, are in love with you, in a way, and the boys are jealous. They believe you don't deserve the attention of their women and try to drive you away." "Oh," Angel looked out the windscreen, "Are you?" "Jealous? Yeah, a bit, I'd love to have wings like yours." "Not jealous." He turned to look at her, "Are you in love with me as well?" Kristal was silent. She had never really thought about it before and now that the question had been asked she would have to answer. After a long moment of introspection she nodded once and floored the accelerator. "I think its time for us to return, sunset is fast approaching and I cannot see much in the dark.." Kristal brought her thoughts back to the present and looked to the west. The warmth of the sun on her face and the sooty red that slowly coloured the sky confused her for a moment, "Ah... Yeah, we'd better go back." Kristal felt her weight shift as Angel cut a wide, smooth arch across the sky and headed back the way they came. Kristal's thoughts travelled back to a few hours earlier. She had picked a secluded lookout along the cliff face that bordered the beach and had left the car there, being sure that it would be safe. "How did you get your wings?" Kristal asked as they walked to the safety fence of the lookout, "Were you born with them or what?" "They appeared shortly after my tenth birthday," Angel said as he reached the fence, placing his hands on the rust spotted steel, "And for over six years we, mum and I, had to hide from populated places in case I was seen. She was afraid what others thought of me, of us, because of them." "And were you?", She looked at his face, concern shadowed her eyes, "Seen? Ever?" "Many times, and each time we had to leave. Then we would try find a new place to start over." "It must have been sad, to know a place, then having to leave it behind." She looked out at the view, a slight breeze disturbing her hair, brushing it away from her face and down her back. "For those six years? No. We were fortunate enough to not make many friends so we didn't have to leave things behind, or say any farewells." He crossed his arms on top of the fence then rested his head on them. "What about school then, didn't your mom get a private tutor or something?" She looked at his face trying to read him as much as she could. "No, mother continued my primary education at home, she taught me everything I had to know to survive. But soon I grew older and my knowledge was surpassing hers, also she saw how miserable I was getting. And so she took a chance with my enrolment to high school. The first few weeks were tough but soon the school accepted me. A few actually talked to me and some of the teacher's continued to take classes like nothing was wrong, which was kind of them." "Did you ever think about your father?", Kristal asked suddenly, then blushed after she said it. "No", he said simply, "We never knew my father. I was a result of a one night stand, which meant he never hung around long enough to tell mum his name. Mum was always wild in her youth. But no I don't know or think of my father." "I'm sorry," she turned her head to hide her face, "I shouldn't have asked." "You had a right to ask and to know." "What happened after High school?" Kristal asked after a moments silence. She still felt embarrassed of asking about his father. But she did want to know. "I didn't make any friends nor did I try, there were no question about my HSC and I received my certificate like everybody else with no objection. After that I thought I was accepted, but I was wrong when I entered college." "I know that all too well." Kristal's blush was replaced by an expression of anger, but it soon passed and she too rested her head on her crossed arms. Time passed and neither spoke. The sun seemed to crawl across the sky near the western horizon. "Great view." Kristal said distantly. "Yeah. But I've seen better," Angel smiled and straightened, "A lot better." "Oh, where?" Kristal's voice remained distant, but soon her mind dawned on what Angel had said. She straightened and looked questioningly at Angel. "Do you trust me?" he was looking at the horizon, his face cast with a dirty blush by the sunset then turned to look at her, "Ill take you there." Kristal nodded slowly not fully picturing what lay ahead as his eyes twinkled with a calm inner fire and she was lost in the blue depth of them. Then her mind seemed to slow and focus all at once as she saw Angel stretch out his wings. He took her hands then and drew her close. "Hold on," he said as his arms slid around her waist. Kristal could see the red convertible parked near the safety fence and directed Angel to it. It was an awkward landing but they touched down safe and sound. The sun was only half set when they returned and night would soon catch them and force them home. "I was meaning to ask, but don't your parents worry about you being with me?" "I can see what you mean," she smiled, "But dad hasn't got as much of a hold on me as mum does and mum lets me do whatever I want. Actually, they don't even know I'm with you." He nodded, not fully understanding. They were facing each other and they were holding each others hands. Neither seemed to want to let go. "Well, we'd better go," he said after a while, "The nights are getting colder." "I had a great time," She held his hands tighter, "and I hope we can do it again." Angel smiled and Kristal felt a warm rush at that sight, "So do I." The temperature had dropped since they left and a breeze pushed through the branches and silently rustled Angels feathers. Kristal shivered and hugged herself, releasing Angel's hands. She had dressed for a day out in the sun and did not expect to be back so late. She rubbed her arms for warmth. "Cold?" Angel placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her close. His arms wrapped themselves around her torso, trapping her own arms underneath. His chest was warm and Kristal soon found her own arms sliding around Angel, lightly stroking the base of his wings as her head rested on his shoulder. His embrace was warm but not enough to stop her from shivering. She closed her eyes and thought of nothing but their closeness. They may never be this close again. Her shivering slowed as she felt her body warmth raise slightly. Then another breeze raced along her feet and face. She opened her eyes and found herself wrapped not only in Angel's arms but in his wings as well. He shielded them both from the dropping temperature by awkwardly wrapping his pinions around them and Kristal felt overly privileged to be wrapped in such warmth, softness and perfection. She turned to face Angel, her emotions showing clearly in her eyes. "I truly had a good time Kristal," there was warmth in his voice as he said her name and Kristal felt it reach her fingers and toes, "And I thank you." He leaned forward and gently placed his lips on hers. Warmth flooded Kristal's body like a burst dam caught in slow motion and her mind once again slowed and focussed. She kissed him back with equal gentleness filled with a desperation to stay like this forever. "I love you," Kristal whispered shortly after their lips parted, then buried her head in his chest, "God, how I love you." "And I love you, Kristal," Angel said as he kissed her hair, "And I will only love you. You are the only one who has seen through my... gift, and befriended the man I am. For that I cannot repay you totally. All I can offer is my heart and the very being of my soul." They stood for a long time wrapped in the warmth of Angels wings, neither knew how long nor did they care but soon the cold of night began to seep through the soft feathers. Silently they walked to the car side by side with Angels right wing around Kristal and his arm around her waist. There was a silent agreement that Angel drive them home and soon they were on the road. "You know," Kristal said over the hum of the engine, "I'm lucky to be with you right now." "How so?" Angel kept his eye on the road. "Like I said earlier, all the girls at school would love to be in my position. I'm lucky because they all were too shy to actually do something about it." "Unlike you," he smiled and laid his hand on hers but kept his eyes on the road. Kristal squeezed Angels hand then leant over to lay her head on his shoulder, "I'm lucky to even get this chance to be away to be with you. I thought that neither the school nor your mum would agree, but I guess they too saw what I saw." "And what did you see?" Angel said nuzzling her hair and taking in her fragrance. "I saw a young man badly misunderstood and needing an escape from society's prejudice and pain," she squeezed his hand harder, but Angel said nothing so she continued, "I saw a young man that is as normal as any other, but blessed with a great gift. A gift that has given him a chance to show the world how special one can be. A gift that has given him someone that will never leave his side, someone that will love him through his life, no matter what." "That is a lot to see for one as young and as beautiful as you." Angel wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gently squeezed. Kristal let out a sigh and drew closer to him. Then she closed her eyes satisfied to have had this night with him. But then what? Would tomorrow continue as if nothing had happened? Would Angel be once again shunned and beaten? Would their love only show itself on this one special occasion and never again be seen by them or by the world? NO! Kristal opened her eyes, and if Angel had looked into her face at that moment he would have seen a silver twinkle in them. It was an idea that grew into a plan, and a plan that would soon grow into a commitment. Kristal's mind began to plan the first steps for the rest of both their lives. She formed ideas and solutions, then thought hard about what must be done for them to succeed. She was thinking so deeply she hardly noticed the light kiss on her temple from the man that she will live the rest of her life with. Tomorrow will start a new life for them both. Tomorrow everything is going to change. For the better. Angelus Astärté It was a little more than half past one in the morning and the entire neighborhood, half the police and fire precinct were outside, watching the blazing building. People filled the street, cops were running about, trying in vain to keep the people back, and firefighters shouted to each other, "Get that damn ladder up!" and "Where the hell is that woman going?" Nobody paid me any mind, even with my garish looks. I was six foot one, tall for a seventeen year old. My hair fell to my waist in a dark, flowing, blood red braid, bright against my stark complexion; I had skin as pale as ivory. Naked from the waist up and shivering in the cold, I huddled in the shadows of an alley across from the burning orphanage. A young girl, not older than five, turned and stared at me. She gasped and began tugging on her mother's pant leg. Her mother looked at where her daughter was pointing. She picked her up and rushed off away from where they stood. She must have noticed my eyes. They were red and gold surrounded by a ring of black and glowed in the dark. I never knew how I had gotten them. Everything about me seemed to be strange and abnormal. My ears were pointed at the tips, my hair was a hue nature never made, and my teeth were long and pointy like an animal's fangs. In the dark, my eyes seemed to gather the light and glow, like coals. I was ninety-one pounds, lighter than any of the twelve year olds at the orphanage! Sirens blared in the distance. Ambulances must be on the way. They would be too late. I knew it. Mistress Morgan had run back inside because a few of the younger kids were still inside the inferno that was once our home. She had always treated me like a normal person, despite all my—features. I guess she just looked past them at what was underneath. I had graduated high school a couple years ago and was going to the state university on a literary scholarship. But still, she never brought up my looks, or asked why I didn't want to be adopted. She probably understood why, she just never said if she did. It's colder now. The paramedics just pulled up in their ambulances, rolling stretchers out the back of them. A firefighter was carrying something wrapped in a blanket. He laid it on the ground and I watched, holding myself in a one-person hug. It was freezing cold outside, especially when you're only in your pants and you don't have a jacket. Los Angeles had some cold nights in the spring. The medics unwrapped the blanket carefully, making sure they didn't move whoever was in it. The last fold fell down and I was staring into the wide eyes of Gina Morgan. Her face was covered in burns, her nightgown ripped and sooty. I closed my eyes and turned away, tears leaking out of them. I couldn't look, I couldn't; but I had to. I had to look. My eyes opened and I stared, pursed-lipped and breathing shallowly. The medics checked her pulse, checked for breathing, and shared a look when they didn't find either. They picked her up and strapped her onto the stretcher. She was rolled to the ambulance and the doors closed, shutting her and the medics from my sight. I took a breath, another, and stood up. Looking up at the building, the fire almost gone, I turned around and ran. I ran, barefoot over rock and broken bottles. Until the sounds of the sirens and shouting were far beyond earshot, I ran. My lungs were on fire, my legs burned, my skin was frozen, but still I ran. I ran until I reached an abandoned warehouse. The kids who had torched the orphanage had gone there to get drunk and party. It was a large brick building, the doors and windows boarded up. Graffiti was everywhere. Gang names, symbols, pictures of clowns and all kinds of horrible things were painted all over. I ran around to where a large painting of a comical looking face was erected. The mouth was opened wide and a door was built into it. I pushed it open. Twenty pairs of eyes flicked to me and the noise that was blaring out the speakers of a beat up boom box stopped instantaneously. I stood, shirtless and shoeless as twenty people—boy and girl alike—got up and smashed empty beer bottles. Chains, bats with long nails driven through them, brass knuckles, and various other weapons were taken out. Faces painted like skulls, death metal t-shirts, and the rank scent of hard liquor surrounded me. I just stood there, in nothing but my pants, and said in as clear a voice as I could, "You killed her." They laughed cruel laughs full of mirth at someone's pain and suffering. They laughed at me and at the chaos they had caused. I balled up my fist as hard as a steel bearing and lunged at the biggest of them, teeth bared in a snarl of rage. He fell to the ground, whimpering and clutching his nose. Warm blood oozed out from between his thick fingers as he curled up into a ball. Dawn came as I walked out the door. Bruises, blue and black with dried blood, some of them beginning to turn yellow, covered my stark body. I walked with a slight limp in my left leg and one of my eyes was puffed up, closed from the swelling. I was in better condition than those gang bangers. I made sure that none of them would hurt anyone again. Of that, I was sure. The sun had risen as it always had, and slowly I made my way back to the remains of my home. I stumbled through the rubble; ashes, beams, and broken furniture barred my way. Finally, I found what was left of Ms. Morgan's office. Her desk was a charred block of wood, the drawers stuck in place. I grabbed a soot-blackened paperweight and smashed the drawers open. I dug through papers until I found what I was looking for: a yellowed envelope with my name on it. I ripped it open, unfolding the rough parchment letter carefully. Flowing letters formed a few sentences and a familiar signature was written beneath that. The words read: Dear Angelus, If you are reading this, then you are either eighteen, or I am gone. You should know, you were left on my stoop in a blanket with your name on a card during a storm October 31, 1982; you are not my bastard child. I took you to the hospital to see if there was a record of your birth, or to find out how old you were. The doctors had no idea who you were, and they said you were anywhere from three weeks to three months. I ask you, my dear sweet boy, to keep to all I taught you. Follow not fools, but only your heart; know the difference between right and wrong; and above all else, be well. You were always the light of my heart. Good-bye, my son. Gina Morgan, Mistress Angelus's Conquest It is the late 19th century and the vampire Angelus was walking the dark, foggy streets of London. He was dressed in his usual fashion of a gentleman in a suit of black, white shirt and cravat with trim of crimson and with a sweeping cloak wrapped about his broad shoulders. Angelus was looking for some sport this night after he and his lover had had another of their violent arguments and he was hungry. As he walked he began to pick up a scent coming straight at him, it was only a few feet away. It was the scent of fear from a woman, fear and blood, he could hear her softly sobbing and hear the terrified beating of her heart, that gave him a thrill of excitement and sharpened his lust for flesh and for blood. As he grew nearer to her the scent of her told him more and he smiled in silent victory with an evil glint to his eye the smell of her told him that this was no street doxie but an innocent, a virgin. He chuckled very softly to himself and thought about how much he would enjoy playing with his new pet, "now, this is sport" he said softly to himself and continued towards her. The girl heard footsteps and cautiously peered around the wall from the place where she had hidden, the girl had run away from home after being threatened with rape by her uncle, her dress was torn from the attack, and she was terrified. She saw Angelus approaching her and seeing he was dressed as a gentleman thought naively that this might be her savior. She ran to him and threw herself into his arms and said "oh, thank God you are here sir, I am in great distress and I need help." Angelus smiled and thought to himself that this was too easy but composed himself and said to the girl, of course I'll help you miss. He pulled her at arms length in order to get a good look at her. He looked at her slowly, she was about 19 or 20 years old, dark brown hair that fell in soft waves around a heart shaped face that looked like an angel, piercing green eyes, she was small, only 5'7 and maybe 110lbs. She had full 38 DD breast that rose and fell with her rapid breathing. He smiled at her, knowing he would have fun with this one. His cock began to harden thinking of what he was going to do to her but he continued to toy with his prey, and would play out the charade of the knight in shining armor. He looked down at the girl and explained that his place was nearby and he and his housekeeper would take very good care of her, give her shelter, food, drink, and find some suitable clothes. He smiled again and said my name is Angelus and asked her name, the girl shyly replied that her name was Julianna. The girl took his arm and he led her to the place he shared with Darla, Drusilla, and Spike, they were all out hunting so he knew he'd be all alone and undisturbed for several hours. Once inside he led the girl to Darla's room saying she could have her pick of the dresses in the armoire, he left her to dress while he got dinner. She came out a few minutes later in a red bustle dress that was so low cut in the bodice and so tight the girls huge tits were barely contained and the very tops of her rosy red nipples showed. He came to her, bowed, and smiling told her how ravishingly beautiful she looked and offered his arm to her. He smiled when she thanked him and said he was her hero. He knew that she trusted him completely and was now full in his trap. He had laid out wine and a simple supper on the table as part of his ruse, he knew he would act on his anger at Darla on this girl and would enjoy making her suffer. He felt his fangs extend and his cock begin to harden in torturous anticipation of what this night was to bring. He led the girl to the sette and sat down beside her handing her a glass of wine. He moved quickly and grabbing the girl by the hair he forced his mouth down hard upon hers and savored her lips hungrily. His mouth invading hers muffled the screams of terror she emitted. He paid no heed but laughing picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, he threw her on the bed and quickly tied her arms to the bedposts and tied her legs as well placing her in a spread eagle position on the bed, completely vulnerable and helpless. She stared at him with wide eyes full of fright and confusion, please don't hurt me, she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. He laughed evilly and said I told you that I'd take care of you. He wanted to feel that soft mouth upon his hardening cock so he straddled her and freeing his cock from his pants he grabbed her by the hair and forcing her head back ordered her to open her mouth and thrust his cock into her. The girl was trembling and knew not what he wanted, he ordered her to suck and lick his cock as he slowly thrust in and out of her hot sweet mouth. She was still crying and was unsure of how to do what he ordered, he was so long and thick, he filled her whole mouth, but she did not want to die and believed by doing what he said she would live. So she slowly began to work her tongue around his shaft as he thrust. He kept a tight hold on her hair and continued thrusting in and out, he was getting close and thrust all the way in forcing the girl to take all of him and deep throat him, the girl coughed and gagged, crying silently, suddenly he felt his balls contract and with a groan came violently into the girls mouth, he ordered her to swallow and she wretched around his shuddering cock as she tried to swallow the strange, thick fluid that invaded her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and spread his cum on her lips. He got off of her face and still straddling her began to rip the dress from her, she tried to fight but in vain because he would not untie her. He was lusting for the taste of her blood and her rosy flesh. He ripped the corset first and her breasts fell out, he instantly transformed and sank his fangs into her right nipple. A scream of shocked pain erupted from the girl but as he suckled the blood from her pierced flesh and caressed her nipple with his tongue she began to feel strange sensations she could neither deny nor identify. She continued to cry softly and strain against the bonds and his body that pinned her to the bed. Angelus removed his fangs and bent over the left breast, once again driving his sharp fangs into her tender, young flesh and softly sucking and licking her soft pink nipple. The girl had begun to stop crying and began to softly moan, he knew she was beginning to enjoy his violation of her virgin body but he was nowhere near to being finished ravishing and ravaging her. He still had yet to taste the pure nectar of her virgin blood and drain her of her innocence. He moved his head up and looked at her as he licked the blood from his fangs and lips. Her face was flushed, eyes wide like a forest animal caught in a trap. Her breasts swelled with her rapid breaths, he looked down at her and asked her, "what shall I do with you now my helpless little prey?" He bent over her and with one hand finished ripping the rest of the torn dress from her trembling body and threw it across the room, she was now completely naked and open to him. She shut her eyes and whimpered, dreading what he was now going to inflict upon her and moaned as Angelus parted her pussy lips and began to softly and slowly stroke her clit, she moaned and he felt the first beads of moisture coming from her pussy, she was getting wet he thought with a smirk. He began to enter her with one finger at the same time still gently rubbing her clit, she pleading no, stop, but as he slipped his finger in deeper her body shuddered and her pussy walls clenched around him. He moved his finger in and out of her slowly before adding a second finger and increasing his speed. She was getting wetter now and was beginning to writhe her hips slowly, she was moaning softly. She was beginning to enjoy it against the cry of her mind that this was unspeakable. He removed his fingers and quickly brought his mouth over her now wet and hot pussy he licked her clit and tongue fucked her until her hips were bucking against him, she was ready now and he quickly thrust his fangs into her clit and began to suck and lick. She screamed, at first in pain, and then the pleasure of his tongue over her most sensitive part began to overtake her and she felt she was melting. He licked and sucked again and again then quickly thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, piercing her virgin barrier and hot virgin blood poured over his tongue and fangs and into his waiting mouth. She screamed as wave after wave of her first and very powerful orgasm overtook her and threatened to black her out completely. He continued his assault on her clit and pussy while orgasms continued assaulting her, colors burst in her head and she thought she would die from the pleasure. He continued to feed until he could take it no longer, he had to be deep inside her, his cock was throbbing to the point of painful. He removed his clothes and getting on top of her, thrust into her in one hard movement. She screamed out his name as another orgasm overtook her, with a knife that was nearby he cut her bonds knowing she was now completely his and would no longer resist. She wrapped her legs around him urging him deeper, harder, and faster. She threw back her head and he buried his fangs into the vein at her white throat, Angelus drank from her, and she screamed another orgasm that seemed to never end, as she convulsed under him Angelus felt his own climax building and thrusting very hard and fast began to cum, filling her with his vampire seed and collapsed on top of her. Both panting and exhausted after the long round. Angelus had gotten his revenge and found a new lover and hunting companion, he would turn her over, and keep her. He bit into his own wrist and holding it to her pale lips ordered her to drink. She drank and became a vampiress, she looked at her new companion with lust and hunger in her vampire eyes and said, "I'm hungry lover, lets go hunting." AngelWatch [This story is a continuation of Toymaker, over in the Mind Control category. It's more than an epilog, but perhaps less than a stand-alone story. If you haven't read Toymaker, this story will make little sense. But Toymaker is very dark, erotic horror, and will not be to everyone's taste. If you go to look it up... consider yourself warned. This story, however, is turning out very differently. It might not contain any erotica at all, or at least that's not where it's heading so far. It's being written because one of the characters in Toymaker has told me in no uncertain terms that she's not taking what happened to her, lying down; and as for Windy... well, as author I don't even try to argue with Windy.] "Where am I?" "In the village." The darkness lifted. I was in a room, a living room of sorts, with an odd architectural style. There was a woman sitting across from me, with reddish hair. "What do you want?" "I think at this point I'm supposed to say 'information', but I'm not going to." "I don't understand." "Sorry. Inside joke, of sorts. I don't want anything, except your well-being." I felt extremely odd, as if I'd been drugged. "I feel extremely odd." "You've been drugged." "Oh. Why am I... not frightened?" "I'm not very scary, for one thing," said the red-head. "You came here of your own accord, for another. It will take some time to sort through your memories – you've had a very trying few hours." "Um," I said. "Why am I naked?" "You're a newborn. It's how we all start out." "Um... you're speaking metaphorically, right?" "Yes. Ish. What's the last thing you remember?" "Feeling up some strange guy's cock on the subway. No. Packing up my apartment. No. Leaving a warning to my friends not to follow me, and closing the door." I paused. "You were there, Or someone like you. Fewer freckles." "That was me. That was yesterday. You don't remember the plane flight." "Where am I, again?" "In one sense, anywhere you want to be. In another, Portmeirion, Wales. We rent space here, in the Village. It's perfect; no one would ever think of looking here." "I'm allowed to be confused by this, right?" "Yes. It's very traditional. Savor it while you can, because clarity is coming." "Not very quickly, it seems. What's your name?" "Windy. With an I. Everyone knows me, here." "Hi, I'm Keiko," I said. "Now for the real big question. Why did I abandon all my friends and come to Wales with you?" "I talked you into it. You were... not in good shape, and needed my help." "Oh," I said, suddenly. "The incubus. He was fucking me up." "Past Perfect, not Present Perfect. He had fucked you up. You were, as it were, fully fucked. You're unfucked now. It's important you stay that way." "Was he really an incubus?" "No. He was what you are now, but he wasn't very good at it." "So... I'm a sexual deviant with hypnotic powers?" "Sexual deviant, I can't comment on. If you are, it will be on your own time, and you better be a nice sexual deviant. Hypnotic powers... that's not how we like to describe it. But it's more or less correct in general terms. You have one of the powers. At least one. You're moderately strong. And you're on the side of Good, where you will stay, or so help me I will spank your pretty ass, metaphorically and otherwise." "I can... make people do things?" "Almost anyone can make people do things. If I walk out onto the street and trip and appear to sprain my ankle, people will come to me to help me. I will have 'made' them do that, by appearing to be hurt. Making people do things is hardly ever a problem, especially for," she nodded at me, "a pretty woman. It's making people not do things that's such a challenge." "Um... maybe we should start over. I'm lost." "You're in the village. Your name was Keiko; you'll probably want to pick a new one. You were rescued from an abusive relationship which was causing deep emotional damage. You're starting your life over, and your new life's work is to use certain powers we've given you, to help people. You'll track down people with powers, people who have gone astray, and either talk them back to the right path, or, if they are too far gone, deal with them in other ways." "It's the 'powers' thing I don't understand." "You're in good company." "Could you at least try to explain?" Windy looked thoughtful. "I've had this conversation at least a dozen times. It never gets easier and I've never come up with a better way of describing it. Alright. Let's start with the basics. Humans have believed in mind powers for hundreds of years. The belief is nonsense. Humans aren't innately able to read other minds, let alone write them. The brain is capable of it, but no one ever discovers how, unaided. It's not that one in a billion people are born able to figure it out. It's zero in a billion. "But it can be acquired. There's two ways – one is a freak accident that inflicts a specific kind of brain trauma, and in the process of recovering from that trauma, someone stumbles into neural pathways they wouldn't have found otherwise. That's what seems to have happened to your friend, Ink. The other way, is what I did to you – a person with the power can often induce it in someone else's brain, if they learn how. It's a bit dangerous, so as a rule we only do it if there's strong reason. In your case there was good reason – you needed a kind of help I could only give you by poking around in your mind anyway, so the risk was already being taken. Once in there, it was obvious you'd be a good candidate for our cause, so I induced you. It worked pretty well in your case." "So... wait... I can give this to others? Whatever it is?" "You'd have to learn how, but yes. Don't even think about it, though. It's dangerous to try and the results can be even more dangerous. This is not the kind of candy you ever hand out lightly." "And what kind of power is it? I mean... hypnotism? It can apparently make people sluts. Does it do more?" "So much more. Let me start with a very simple example. I have red hair. I do. Except now," she shook it out, "it's blonde." As she shook it, the color changed, from copper to strawberry blonde to almost white blonde. "You can dye your hair with it," I said, blankly. "No. I can make you see it as whatever color I like. And look," she said, shaking her head again. "No freckles." "Alright. Even over the numbing effect of the drugs, that is totally freaky." "Yeah, it is. Especially when you do it to yourself in a mirror. Which, by the way, you should not; if you want to know why not, read up on Narcissus. But the point is, you have the ability to change the perceptions of others. Not the reality. None of us can change reality. But perceptions, emotional responses to perceptions... yes. You can mold those like clay." "And I can enslave people? Like Ink did to me?" "Yes. And this is where you remember what I said about staying the hell on the side of Good. You'll have no cause to treat people like that." I reached forward, suddenly, and yanked a single strand of Windy's hair out. Against my hand, it was reddish. What was on her head stayed blonde. She laughed. "Very good. I'd have to push into you again to make you see that strand as blonde. So there's a valuable lesson for you. The changes you make in the perceptions of others, can break down if circumstances change. They can be temporary and fragile. Don't assume the switches you flip in people's heads are going to stay flipped." "Um. I'm dreaming, right?" "No. You're finally awake for the first time in your life." "Alright, so... who are you? Who is this Windy person who dragged me to Wales and changed my brain?" "Me? I'm a college student. Third year, over in the states. Psych major; don't laugh. But if you're asking what do I do with my power, I'm an interventionist, which means I believe this ability is intended to be used for the benefit of helping others, but only when conditions warrant. There are also isolationists, who believe the power is intended to allow us to build private utopias, by bending our own brains and the brains of willing associates into deeper states of perfection. And there are also iconoclasts, who believe this power is intended for the destruction and reconstruction of society." "Hitler," I said, suddenly. "Yup. Iconoclast. Incredibly strong – no one was ever able to take him down. We had to get a whole lot of Interventionists together to influence war policy in other countries, so he could be stopped by physical means. I say 'we', but it was before my time." "Can I get some clothes on?" "Not until the drugs wear off. Two more hours, probably." "That doesn't make much sense..." "I know. Many of our little rituals and traditions are obscure." Being naked didn't feel right. I remembered some details about what Ink had done with me, and I suddenly realized I didn't like having to do things for no reason. Including being naked. I opened my mouth to demand clothing – and suddenly realized the drugs, whatever they were, made it difficult to assert myself. I felt very numb, very placid. Too placid. Much, much too- "I want clothing. Now." Windy blinked, her hair going red again. "Wow. I think you just set a record. Yes, miss, right away miss." She leaned over the back of her couch and dragged a suitcase of mine into view. She pushed it towards me, and inside I found sets of my clothing; neatly packed, so I hadn't packed them. I picked out jeans and a loose t-shirt and pulled myself together. "I don't feel drugged anymore," I said. "I gathered. You apparently just overrode the drug. I've heard of that happening, but not this fast. That's just a tiny bit scary." "Why did you drug me at all?" "Oh for goodness sakes. I kidnapped you. Figure it out." "You... needed me to be all compliant and agreeable, and... no, wait. You could have used your ability to make me compliant, you wouldn't need a drug." She shook her head. "You're overstating the ability. I'm not that good; probably no one is. It took the better part of a day to get you here. I couldn't continually make you docile that whole time, that's too much concentration for much too long. So I drugged you to make it easier. The drug was also intended to keep you... well, harmless, in case you suddenly turned nasty with your new ability." "So now I can't be... controlled? Dominated? I mean, if I just turned off the drug..." "Let's find out. Take off the shirt, Keiko." Her voice was a cold, dark wind from an ancient, distant place. She was a goddess, something inhuman and primal and undeniable. I didn't feel fear, but I felt awe, primitive and deep, and I tore the shirt over my head instantly, and bunched it in my hands as I lowered my head, trembling a little. The feeling passed instantly. "Remember what I said about you being a newborn," she said, and she was a college student again. "Smashing past the drug is impressive, but there's so much you will have to learn – and anyway, I'm quite strong in this area." I pulled the shirt back on. "Do that again." "So you can be braced and try to fight it? No. If we're going to do wrestling matches, it will be part of your training, and carefully controlled. And anyway, don't go all alpha on me. This is not a contest, and the desire to be the alpha bitch is not a healthy one for people with this ability. Don't go down that path, or forever will it rule, etc." I nodded – and started shaking. "Easy, girl," she said, instantly. "I know, it's a huge shock. That drug was also intended to let you ease into things, and instead, now you're facing everything at once. I'm sorry I had to kidnap you and sorrier still that we didn't find Ink and stop him sooner. He hurt you very, very badly. I have some idea how terrifying this is for you... and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! He wasn't easy to find, and neither were you. There aren't so many of us and we can't be everywhere... I know, baby, I know." "Raped. I was raped. If you can even call it that, it's something worse. And then kidnapped by a stranger. And powers, and drugs and..." She was next to me instantly, and she guided my head to her shoulder. I clung to her awkwardly, shaking. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I could poke into you again and lessen the shock, but... you've been poked at too much recently. Ink violated you, and then I did... all I can tell you is, you're going to be ok. Others have been through things like this. Right now you just have to let it hurt. The worst part is right now, I promise. You're ok, just very frightened, and that will pass." "Why did he do it? Why did he..." "There's no why. He was evil. But he'll never bother you again, and you're safe now." "I didn't know evil was real!" "Right, your coven background. I'm sorry, Keiko. Evil is very, very real. And so is Good." I was crying helplessly into her shoulder. "I let it happen!" "No. You truly had no choice. And that's one way we know he was evil; he was amused by giving you no choices. But you'll never be a victim again. And if you become an Interventionist, there will be less victims in this world." "He... he's still out there..." "No," she said gently. "He's gone." "He-" And a chill went through me. I'd caught something in Windy's mind, without meaning to, without understanding it, but there was an emotion... "Oh God," I whispered. "You killed him." "Oh, crap. You're that strong, that you caught that..." I scooted away from her, shivering. She smiled, a little grimly. "Yes, Keiko. I did. There was nothing else for it. He was planning a murder. He was much, much too far gone to help. We collectively made a decision, and I was given the task of putting an end to someone who would otherwise have gone on to do more and more terrible, terrible things... I'm on the side of good but it's not all butterflies and rainbows. There wasn't another way." "This ability can kill?" "He killed himself, under my guidance. There was a place he was very weak, there was self-loathing... let's not talk about it. He would have eventually committed suicide on his own, I think, but probably not for many years. It just came sooner. And I will not apologize. I did what I must." I was wordless. Windy was all of twenty, wielded a power I didn't know existed, and talked calmly of killing. It was beyond comprehension. I stared at her. "Are you... are you even human?" She paused. "Um..." "Oh my God," I whispered, shaking all over again. "Um... Not... well, um... exactly? Look, this topic shouldn't have even come up yet, usually we give this a few weeks, but you probably caught at something in my mind... So... well... yeah, I'm not." "What are you?" "Look, you've been though a lot... can I recommend a teaspoon of the drug, and some sleep, and then we'll talk-" "Tell me!" "Right. Calm down, kay? I'm, well, not from around here. I'm alien. One of my kind taught the powers to a human, long ago in your history. That was a mistake. It's been loose in your world ever since, passed from person to person, or accidentally induced... We feel a little responsible so there's a couple of us around, trying to make up for things. And I really do look like this, I got to choose my actual body, so -" chuckle "- at least you're not sitting next to some squid-like thing with pseudopods- oh Keiko, no-" Blackness. ** The darkness lifted. "Where am I?" "We've had this conversation. Village, Windy, powers, alien. That's when you fainted." I looked at her, shrieked, and scrambled away from her. She sighed. "You humans really have a problem with xenophobia. Look, I'm pretty normal, ok? Physically indistinguishable from a 20 year old woman, except for my brain, so I avoid getting my head x-rayed. I like the same music you do, think boys are cute-" "What do you eat?!" "Pizza, mostly. Oh, and human flesh – I'm kidding! Shit, Keiko! Chill, ok? You and I have to get along, and I promise you I'm way less strange than some people you meet on the internet." She had, I realized, a point there. "Do you have any – any – idea what it's like to wake up and discover that everything you believed about reality was wrong?" "Try waking up on planet Earth for the first time, someday. I mean, who knew that sentient beings could act like you people do?" "I- We-" I suddenly decided I wasn't going there. "So you're...an alien." "Yeah, baby. Want some tentacle sex? Cause anal probing is like totally what I'm here for-" "Not funny!" "Trust me, that part is. I travelled light years to look at human anuses? There are plenty of assholes on my own world. Where do you humans get these ideas?" "That's not – I mean the anal probing story is just a representational symbol of a deep-seated-" She held up her hand. "Spare me. I'm a psych major, remember? And if you use the phrase 'deep seated' when discussing anal probing again, I swear to the heavens I'll draw what my race usually looks like, and make you look." "But you said this was your real body!" "It is. Right now. We can create bodies and move into them. I wasn't born this way. And yes, before you ask, my natural form really does have two antennae sticking out of my head-" "Stop stop stop stop-" "Oh, they're cute. So are the wings. That's what I really miss, the wings. But this is me for now, and honestly I kind of like it." "You got to choose your form... Why... so why a young woman? We have no authority, no power, we're kind of defenseless against men..." "First of all, you're exaggerating badly. Take a kenpo class. I did. Secondly, I'm not here to exert authority. I'm here to blend in, teach, and keep an eye out for problems. Except for a few jerks like Ink, your whole species is actually about keeping young women safe. You're the egg carriers. Just about no one ever gives me trouble of any sort, and the few that do..." she tapped her forehead. "I've got defenses you can't imagine. I'll teach you how to shrivel erections with a single thought. It's fun and easy." I raised an eyebrow. "I'm not usually interested in shriveling erections..." "Yeah, well, that's why you have trouble with guys. Mate, mate, mate, that's all 20-somethings on this world think about. And I mean, I get it, I have the same hormonal system you do. But seriously, you all need to take some weekends off, you know?" "Are you, like... really old?" "Ouch. Two hundred and sixty of your years. But among my people I'm just coming into my sexual prime, so ixnay on the age comments, sweetheart. When two hundred and sixty years old you are, so smoking hot you will not be-" "Aliens are Star Wars fans. Who would have guessed?" "Ha. The first three movies were the best comedy series in the known universe. You have no idea how funny most of that stuff is. Oh stars, the wookie, if you had any idea-" she dissolved into laughter, and then pulled herself together, with an effort. "So, I'm, like, discussing space opera with an alien." "Are we back to the anal probing? Look, if it helps you can just lie on your belly and we can get it over with..." She held up an index finger. "Stop stop stop stop stop. Look, aren't I supposed to take you to the newspapers?" "I've been in the National Enquirer offices twice," she said. "They only ran one of my stories, though. 'Hillary Clinton's alien baby'? That was my work." She grinned. "Wait. What?" "Disinformation, sweetheart. The last thing your people need, with me around, is to be taking aliens seriously. So I make sure no one does. Really sharp people at that newspaper, by the way. They love a good hoax. I got two hundred dollars for that Clinton idea; so if you ever want to invent a great story about, say, hot, mind-reading college babes – wait, no, that's too awesome to share, I'm using that one. 'These girls know what boys want – and make sure they NEVER get it!' Oh stars yes, I'm asking three hundred for this one-"