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22 September 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Time to say goodbye.  
Characters: Samantha, Barbara. Then Spike and Angel.
Time: 3 AM
Location: Angel's Mansion.
Thread Status: Open to Barbara at first. Followed by Spike, and then Angel.

Sam sat there for the next hour, her eyes searching her lovers as he spoke to her about … everything that had happened between him and Buffy the vampire Slayer. Some of the things.. she never could imagine him doing, but others.. she was unable to repress the growl of jealousy that erupted through her clenched lips. But, she had to keep her calm, she promised him that she would.

He told her about how the dream had started with him being obsessed with always wanting to kill her. To get another slayer in his notch of kills in his bedpost.. but it turned into something else. The obsession changed and he became.. in love with her. The dream… it had changed everything. His heart. His mind. his body. His .. well, mini-him. He had tried to get her to be with him, but nothing had ever happened.

She turned him down at every turn and every corner. That was.. until she had died.

Buffy died saving the world - ugh - for the second time, and Spike had been utterly devastated. Her heart admittedly hurt at the idea of Spike being so heart broken, and she had curled up into his side, trying to be comforting as he talked. She felt better when he had wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close to him as he continued to talk. He told her of how Buffy just wanted to feel.

During a very… very terrible little couple of days where everyone was singing. Although, Sam admitted that she would have loved to be there.. she would have loved to hear him sing.. She was sure that it was.. heavenly and sinful at the same time. His voice just did that to her regularly.. she couldn't wait to hear him sing to her one day. But anyway. After all the singing.. they had kissed. And their relationship began.

She, of course, was ashamed of being with him. She kept their relationship a secret, and he continued to sleep with her whenever he wanted to, and whenever she wanted to as well. They brought down buildings, literally.. and it made Sam want to destroy an even bigger building then an already condemned house.. Just to one up the slayer.

The relationship had ended sourly.

But for some reason, she kept him in her heart. So close to it that she would let him be apart of the good fight, and Sam was a little upset by that. She couldn't shake the feeling that Buffy was still in love with Spike, and that she would do anything to get him back. Well, maybe not anything, but that she wouldn't mind the vampire to be so close to her again.

The conversation had turned to her, but she was unable to tell him anything, because there were footsteps in the mansion, and they had belonged to her sire. There was only one set, and she took in a deep breath. She could feel the sorrow, and the pride, and the.. just pain… she didn't know what else was there, but she knew what this was going to be.


She turned to Spike and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, her fingers gently tracing the skin over his cheekbones, down his cheek and chin before she was up and out of the bedroom before he even had a chance to blink. She moved down the hallway, and down the main staircase to see Barbara sitting by the fire. She took in a deep, unneeded breathe again and crossed her arms over her chest.

"How long are you staying?" she asked softly.

She knew that her sire brought her here for a reason. She knew, that that reason was either the fight.. or Spike. She also knew, that even though they loved each other dearly, and that they were family.. and best friends.. Sometimes when one had a different path than another.. they had to let them go. Because if you truly love something.. or someone.. you must let them go.
Barbara O'Connor: manage youchaoticxbarbara on September 23rd, 2012 02:09 pm (UTC)
Barbara was surprised at how hard this was, as she had made her way through her bed-room she felt a bitter-sweetness as her eyes fall upon the room. She wondered the memories she could have made here, if she had been given the chance. It tugged at her heart, she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she shook her head, willing them away. She wiped them before they could fall and when she did, her hands shook.

It had been so long, since she had cried at anything that was not physical pain.

She looked at her bed where her bags sat and she was glad she had been lazy about unpacking. She remembered Sam’s repeated complaints about the fact that she had gone through the hassle of decorating most of the house and Barbara hadn’t so much as unpacked her clothes yet. It wasn’t like she had alot of things, they moved too much for such a thing, but Sam had always been the kind of girl that craved a place to plant her roots. Barbara always felt like the next place would be better....she didn’t know what she was looking for but she knew she had never found it.

Maybe she wasn’t meant too.

She raised her head at the sounds of voices and the smell of Sam and Spike hit her nose. She paused outside of Sams door, her head tilted to the side. She held her hand raised in front of her for a few long moments before she let it fall. She knew...she knew she didn’t have much time left, and Sam would hate her...for cutting it so short. For making it entirely impossible for her to have a proper goodbye but she knew it would be better this way. No loose ends and forcing Sam to detach herself from Barbara, by making herself someone Sam could hate instead of worry about. It would let her move on. To her new destiny.

She still couldn’t believe that destiny was Spike, but her dreams had never lied to her before.

Even knowing that her clock was ticking, she couldn’t interrupt whatever it was they were talking about, their hushed and quick whispered muffled behind the heavy oak door. She wondered if they would move into the grand-master bedroom. Sam would like the balcony, and the view. She wondered if Sam would paint, would they be here long enough for that?

She heart pulled at the thought of Sam fighting here, without her to protect her. Could she trust Spike to do it? Everything was happening so fast but the fact of the matter was that Sam might die here....and Barbara wouldn’t be here to die along side of her. She was abandoning her childe, just as her Sire had abandoned her. She stepped back from Sams door - and walked down the hall.

She started a fire in the fireplace and found herself a cozy spot in an arm-chair that felt broken in and...familiar. She had a short crystal glass with a very expensive aged scotch in it. The bottle was on the side-table, for easy access. She guessed good alcohol was just something she had gained a liking for from her sire. The sound of ice in the golden liquid sounded nice against the crackle of the fire. She drank slowly, well, for a vampire. Before she knew it half the bottle was down, she wasn’t drunk but she certainly felt warm, maybe the fact that the alcohol burned on the way down in a good way helped in that aspect.

She heard Sam a long time before she talked, sensed her before she had even left her bedroom. “How long are you staying?” She stared into the flames for a moment longer before responding, “Not sure."
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on September 23rd, 2012 02:09 pm (UTC)

“Whenever he finds me I guess.” She laughed a bit at the words, but nothing was funny. Not really.

“Sit down Sam.” She whispered. “We need to talk.”

She moved her eyes up toward her childe and felt as if her dead heart was racing. It was absurd of course, but the feeling was there all the same. “I really am sorry Sam.” She whispered before looking down at the ground. “I wish I could explain it to you so you would understand....but maybe it’s better that I don’t. Maybe it’ll be easier if you hate me. Hate....” She seemed lost in her own world as she spoke, as if she was in a distant place, a distant time. “Hate makes these kind of things easier. They did for me.” She raised her eyes again. Sometimes not having a soul make things easier. Especially when you had to hurt people you loved. She was more logical than she would have been, not so tied down with the things human were. That’s what she tried to tell herself.

“When I was abandoned.”
wildlyinnocent: heart and soulwildlyinnocent on September 25th, 2012 12:22 am (UTC)
"Whenever he finds me I guess… Sit down, Sam.. We need to talk.."

Even though she knew this was coming, Sam wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to hear why her best friend was leering her here with a vampire. All alone. A vampire that half wanted her, half wanted a human slayer.

Biting her bottom lip, she entered the room further and moved to sit down on one of the chairs that faced the fire. It wasn't long after until she got her tiny little, perfect, ass into the leather that her sire began to speak again. "I really am sorry, Sam. I wish I could explain it to you so you would understand.. but maybe it's better that I don't. Maybe it'll be easier if you hate me.. Hate… Hate makes these kind of things easier. They did for me. When i was abandoned."

Sam's eyes searched her best friends as she spoke, and she felt her heart breaking. She could feel piece by piece breaking off and falling down into her stomach, shattering even more as it went.

"You're an idiot, B.." she started, giving her a small smile. "We've been.. together for 80 years now, and there has never been one point in our lives that I wanted to hate you.. i've never wanted to hate you, it's never even been a subject on any one of my lists.. you've been my sire. my best friend. my lover.." she grinned, "For 80 years, and sometimes… even the best of friends.. their paths trail off and go separate ways."

She looked toward the stairs, she could hear Spike moving around int he bedroom as if he was restless. "Sometimes… they have different destinies, and I know that mine is here.. and yours isn't… and.. I'm okay with that.." she whispered.

She moved to get up, walking toward her best friend and crouching down next to her, she gently wrapped her arm around her, pulling her in close and wrapping her up in a hug. "You're always going to be my best friend. My sire. My first lover.. And if… nothing bad happens to me here. I'll come looking for you.. and i'll kick your sire's ass if he hurts you.." she said, giving her a small smile.

Slipping her hand in her hair, she pulled the girl toward her, pressing their foreheads together. "If i don't die in this upcoming war… Look out for me, okay? Because i'll be coming.. I'll follow your scent.. and i'll be wherever he takes you." she promised, her hand brushing her fingers through her hair before she couldn't help herself.

Although she had a new lover, Barbara would always be her first. Would always be someone that she couldn't say no to. At least, most of the time. She leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, nipping on it gently before kissing her once more. She knew that this was going to be their last night to see each other for a very long time, for ever possibly, and she didn't want anything ruining it.

Not even the sound of Spike leaving their bedroom, wondering why they were so quiet probably, and definitely not prepared to see the two of them kissing. She pulled back to look up at him, "I'm not done here.." she grinned, "Give me five more minutes, and I'll be back to bed. Promise."
Barbara O'Connor: murdererchaoticxbarbara on September 25th, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC)
Barbara wasn’t prepared for Sams reaction.

She had prepared herself for a lot of things, screaming, crying, fighting. She had expected this night to come to blows, and she wasn’t really sure how it would end. Maybe with Angel ending it. He was always good at ending things. It was really what he was good at, when you thought about it. Like so many other things that had to do with him it was both a blessing and a curse.

She wasn’t prepared for how mature Sam was about all this. She didn’t understand Barbara’s reasons, but that didn’t stop her from accepting them. She wasn’t mad - she wasn’t hurt, and she was going to be okay. She was in her lap before Barbara could think about what was happening, and for a moment, the moment Sams mouth was on hers she forgot about everything else...about Angel on his way here hell bent on making her pay, or the fact that she could taste Spike all over her. All there was was this....

Until Sam ended it, breaking free of her mouth and looking over her shoulder. “I’m not done here...” She had whispered and Barbara had sighed and rolled her eyes, knowing who was behind her. “Give me five more minutes, and I’ll be back to bed. Promise.”

“Let me just correct that for you Samantha. Wouldn’t want little Spikey getting all bent out of shape now would we.” Her hands were on Sams hips and moving her away from her, for only a moment. Her touches were gentle and she stood up and faced Spike with a soft smile on her lips.

“It’s going to be more than five minutes Spike. We both know that, and if you don’t wipe that jealous look off your face I’ll forget about being nice enough to forget the fact that I can taste you all over my childe, or the fact that you dare to interrupt my time with her.” She felt her eyes flash yellow as the anger set in, and she flashed him a fang filled smile. “Angelus might not like Samantha, but do you really think he’d be hard pressed to convince that you’ve hurt me, his newly bound favourite, oh so very much? All I gotta do..” She whispered, her voice, cool and mean. “Is flash those little puppy dog eyes and tear up...and you know just as well as I do....he’ll be after anything that hurt me like a hell hound.”

She paused for a moment, as if taking a moment to get into character. She looked down at the floor for a few long seconds before she glanced back up and when she did, her eyes were full of tears and her voice was squeaky and hurt. “He was just so mean... All I wanted was to say goodbye to Sam...I owe her that much right? Don’t I deserve that if nothing else and he just...couldn’t handle it. After everything I’ve done for him...and you know, the whole time he was just saying what a loser you are and how Buffy said you weren’t even that good in bed and...”
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on September 25th, 2012 04:40 pm (UTC)
“You’re a real bitch Barbara,” Spike snapped, causing a grin to spread her way across her face. “Have your time with her...it’s not going to stop Daddy from having his way with you either way." She fidgeted uncomfortably at that statement, but kept her stance none the less. He came in close to her then, and whispered softly, meanly. “He’s going to eat you alive you know....and if he doesn’t....your real Daddy will.”

“I’m counting on it.” Barbara chirped back honestly, and the words caught even her off guard. Well, that was unexpected. Maybe she really was crazy.

“And they said Dru was the crazy one...” He mumbled as he stepped back and cast a look at Sam before nodding and disappearing upstairs. Barbara watched him go with her head tilted for a moment and turned back toward Sam.

“Not my cup of tea but I’ve always been one for coffee. To each their own I guess. You do know that Angels is way bi-”

Sam captured her mouth with her own then, desperately, frantically. Barbara knew time was running out and she wanted to spend every last moment she could doing this...so she gave into the kiss, deepening it. She let her hands wander up her body, the body she had owned for so long. The body she had given up the second she had pledged herself to Angelus. She wasn’t sure what Sam knew about binding, that every time Barbara owned was now his, it went so much deeper than just herself. She gripped at Sams flesh, her breasts, her nipples as she pushed her against a couch and let body drape over hers. Her leg was between Sams and she rubbed her knee hard against Sams pussy, relishing in the sound of her moan as he fell from her lips. She gripped her harder, and let her mouth move from hers to her neck, she let her fangs slip down, her vampire features falling into place, and she let her teeth sink into her neck.

She was a right-biter, while both Angel and Spike were lefts, that meant that even though Spikes fresh teeth marks were in the right side of Sams neck, Barbara’s would always be on the left. Her blood tasted magnificent...and her cries drowned out everything else that could possibly matter.
wildlyinnocent: Let me feel youwildlyinnocent on September 26th, 2012 02:39 am (UTC)
As much as Sam was falling in love with the bleached vampire that stood just feet away from her, watching her sire go off on him was making her smile. She liked the idea of the two of them fighting for her. Maybe not fist to fist or teeth to teeth.. But it was cute. With the way that she could hear a growl emanating from the back of Spike's throat, where it came out gently through clenched teeth. Or the way that Barbara was just putting on such a show at getting him in trouble.

It was very entertaining.

That was until Spike spoke… and something stirred inside of her. "Have your time with her… it's not going to stop Daddy from having his way with you either way. He's going to eat you alive you know… and if he doesn't… your real Daddy will."

At first, Sam would admit that she thought Spike was talking about himself, calling himself Barbara's real daddy, and jealousy actually was about to rear its ugly head and she would freak out. But, she thought about it.. and everything came into place. Angelus. He was talking about Angelus. Angel was still around, and if he didn't eat her alive.. Angelus would.. and immediately Sam had fear for her sire.

Could she really stay here, away from her, if Angelus got loose? She would literally be a sitting duck, and she would never see her again. That is, if Sam even survived this war… If she didn't and Barbara didn't survive Angelus, at least they would have each other in the afterlife. Until Spike came along, and then the three of them would have some lovely parties.

She was sure, if she survived, and Spike stayed with her.. the three of them.. maybe even four if Angel was still around.. would be having family parties that would last for days, bathing in the blood of the innocent… She couldn't stop the moan from leaving her lips.

She barely even registered the fact that Spike was gone now, the threats between her two lovers were over, and her sire was turning to face her to talk, but Sam had enough. The thoughts of the family reunion and all the fun they could have ran her blood warm. She attacked her sire, her hands gripping the back of her neck and pulling her lips to hers in a passionate, desperate kiss.

Even after all the years that she had been together with this woman, she still wasn't prepared for being pushed onto the nearest couch, becoming naked nearly immediately and having her wonderful hands gripping and grabbing and massaging every part of her body that she could reach. She felt her sire's knee between her legs, and Sam couldn't stop the moan from leaving her lips, she ground herself, her wet pussy against her bare thigh, matching its motion and wanting to cum. Badly.

She felt her move her lips from her own and down to her neck, and Sam knew what she was going to do, she tilted her head to the side just moments before she felt the fangs slipping into the already there bite mark from the years of sex and her initial bite.

The idea of having both her lovers claim her in the Sam night was overwhelming. She belonged to both of them.. Although she knew that Barbara was giving up her full time claim on the girl beneath her, she would always own her in a way, but from now on, after this night, she was Spike's and both Sam and Barbara knew that. Until they were all together again.

Moaning as she continued to feel the teeth in her neck, Sam ran her hand up the inside of her sires legs, and ripping off the panties that still rested there, although she didn't understand why. She'd gotten both of them naked in a matter of seconds, but she kept her panties on. Oh well. Ripping them to shreds, Sam immediately thrust two fingers inside of her, her thumb circling her clit, pressing hard against the little nub that throbbed with pleasure. Her mouth open in an O shape as she continued to grind against her leg.

She was sure she could hear a buckle being undone in the loft upstairs, the room that her and Spike were just in, and she grinned. She was so… so tempted to call him down to join the fun. Why not have as much fun as you could before you went out with a bang right? Even if Angel showed up… she was sure if he saw the three of them, he'd get over his initial anger and join in on the fun.

Oh. Family party would be starting a lot earlier…
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on October 2nd, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)
During her time with Sam, Barbara had found the freedom to do many things. Many things she had never before had the patience to try, nor the freedom to do so. They had traveled the world together, and there was a short period of time in which Barbara taught her exactly how to be the perfect submissive. During that period of time Samantha Wild was very much bound to Barbara in very sense of the word besides the blood pact. Barbara could just never bring herself to do such a thing to her childe, though she was very sure she would have gone along with it.

Samantha had thrived as a submissive, much to the surprise and delight of her Sire and at the time, very beloved Owner. She had taken to the training like she took to being a murderer, and she took to Barbara’s personal fetish which was struggle fucking. She fought like a good little girl but in the end she knew her place and gave in and just let Barbara do whatever she wanted to her. She was sure there was many times when her childe wanted to safe word, as Barbara had given her one when Angelus had never given her one, but not once did the word 'popsicle’ ever fall from her childes beautiful lips. She took everything in stride, if not with a grimace or a grit of her teeth.

It was only after Barbara knew she could handle being a submissive that she gave her childe the chance to be dominant and this, this is where Samantha really shown. She had to admit, she was a bit disappointed to see how well her childe took her being dominant, as it was never Barbara’s choice, but then, Samantha was never meant to be her carbon copy. Besides, there was many times when Barbara had allowed her childe to take out her frustrations on Barbara’s body. She had screamed for her childe and cried and only gotten her lip bloodied as a reward.

Their time together had been...chaotic and breathe-taking. Most of the time it seemed like they were on some high they couldn’t come down from, nothing and no one could touch them. They were invincible, but even so, something was always missing. It wasn’t something either one of them spoke about at all but it was a weight they both carried with them. They tried to fill the void with things, materials and activities and even companions but everything seemed to fall short. They just couldn’t find what was missing.

Really, Barbara knew although she didn’t say it. Barbara needed more than just the firm hand Samantha was more than willing to give, she needed a psychotic one. She needed someone who not only hurt her but wanted too. She needed that feeling of having her leash metaphorically yanked to places she would never dare to go to on her own. She needed to struggle, to press against bounds and feel helpless. She needed someone without mercy who would hold her down and laugh at her when she tried to safe word. She needed someone who would wrap their hands around her throat as they plowed into her again and again. She needed the feel of razor wire and a collar locked around her throat. Sam simply didn’t have that in her - it wasn’t a bad thing, it just was something you were either born with or you weren’t.

It wasn’t something that came to you when you were turned.

Samantha, on the other hand, needed quite the opposite. She needed someone who would dote over her to the point of obsession. She needed jealousy and well placed hands. She needed someone who could both throw her against the wall and allow themselves to be shoved against a table. She needed someone who could tie her up and bring her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm but would never lay an abusive hand on her in punishment. She needed boundaries, but she needed to be able to cross them. Barbara needed hers tripped with electric shocks that kept her from doing so. Sam preferred her punishment in orgasm denial and frustration, Barbara preferred humiliation and degradation.

Sam needed someone who could handle her love and give it back ten-fold. Barbara needed someone who needed to control her, at whatever the stakes. It was simply something neither one of them could give to one another. Even if they had tried, it would have only ended in bitter heart-break for both parties.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on October 2nd, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)

As such, Barbara and Sam had never had explosive, earth-shattering sex with each-other. There had always been a very clear line that they stayed within. If any night was about bringing the other over to their world, tonight was that night. Barbara had already broken about a dozen rules that would have Angelus quaking with rage. Breaking a few dozen more couldn’t do much more harm, she was willing to try and set a record. She would use Sam to do that - even if her childe had little to no idea.

“You’re dying for him to join us,” She whispered softly into her ear before nipping at it with blunt teeth until it turned bright red and a sigh of pain was falling from Sams lips. “I can sense it...the way your eyes are falling away from me, away from us..." Her perfectly painted fingernails traced Sams cheek..."Towards the door he walked out of.” She tapped her childe’s cheek, hard enough to pinken the flesh, light enough not to bring tears to her eyes. Just enough to get her attention, to get her breathing up. Her fingers slipped inside Sams hot pussy, one, two, three and she was pumping hard as she spoke to her. “One taste of that boys cock and you’re addicted aren’t you? You’re just never going to be satisified here....I’m really surprised at what a good little whore I raised...”

She caught Sams darkened eyes, her cheeks pink from her words, not her fingers and Barbara smiled, slow and cruel at her childe. “Looks like you’re giving me no choice are you?” She paused for a moment, letting her words seep in, like snake venom they fell from her mouth, her teeth. She hooked her fingers, hitting Sams g-spot with practiced fingers that soon had her panting. “Call for him Sam. Beg him to come down here and join us. I want to hear you plead for his cock inside of you.”
wildlyinnocent: Let me feel youwildlyinnocent on October 4th, 2012 10:29 pm (UTC)
Being there with Barbara was like breathing. She had been with her for the past 80 years. She was familiar to her, and even though it was never crazy or full of romantic love, she loved her. She was a good childe, and she was a good sire. They were best friends. They were lovers. They were family, and she was going to miss her.. she was going to miss the way she knew exactly where to sink her teeth into her body, where to press her fingers inside her pussy, the right pressure on her clit. She knew everything..

She guessed Spike was just going to have to learn over time.

Thinking about him more caused her eyes to fall toward the door he was behind, her fingers still pumping inside of her sire, she could hear the ragged breathing that she'd come to memorize in just a few short hours. Spike was jacking off, and he was doing it to the sounds below. She was brought back to earth though, when she heard her sire's voice in her ear, causing her to immediately feel guilty.

She brought her eyes to gaze into her lovers, and her mouth was open, her breath hot and fast as she felt the fingers ramming into her, hitting her g-spot at every chance they got. She pulled her fingers out of her sire's sopping pussy to grip her arms, holding on for dear life. Her eyes glazing over as she listened to her, telling her to call her boyfriend into the play time.

She felt guilty.. she knew her sire was doing it because that was what she wanted… but she couldn't. Not yet at least.. she needed more time with her, for just the two of them to be alone. But his words.. her forcing of her fingers inside of her were making her eyes cross and her head to bend backward, her mouth opening wide. "S-S…Spike.." she let out in a whisper, she knew that he could hear her.

"Come down here… I want you…" she said, her hips rising to meet her sire's. "We wont bite hard… I promise…" she pleaded, her eyes widening in pleasure when she saw the door finally opening after seconds that felt like hours.

Her hand immediately ran back down her sire's front, slipping between her legs and thrusting three fingers inside of her as hard and as fast as she could. "There he is.." she said, her eyes still shining, her breath fast. Crooking her finger toward him, she waited until he got level with her head, and with her free hand she reached out, took the pants off that were doing nothing to hide the erection he had.

Why the fuck did he put pants back on? Vampire's didn't care about strutting around naked.. She knew he didn't. She'd heard the stories. So why didn't he just come down stroking his cock as he headed to the girls? She had no idea, but… whatever.

Pushing the pants down with her hand, she immediately reached out and gripped his hard cock in her hand, pumping it before reaching and gripping his ass. Guiding her toward him, she opened her mouth and pulled him inside. Granted, the position at first was very awkward, but she could handle awkward.

Because honestly.. what other vampire could really say this happened to them?
wildlyinnocent: Black and redwildlyinnocent on October 4th, 2012 10:29 pm (UTC)
Having their sire fucking you with her fingers, her lips trailing against her skin. Her blunt teeth pulling and tugging at her nipples. While having your boyfriend's cock in your mouth…

Sure, most vampire families had orgies… but she was going to pretend that none of them ever existed, and that this was going to be one of the hottest nights she was ever going to be apart of.

Pulling her lips from his cock with a pop, she pushed her sire off of her as well. She couldn't stand the fingers inside of her anymore. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she crawled over her sire until she was laying down on her back, and Sam immediately began to place kisses all over her body. She growled low and deep in the back of her throat, her nails raking five finger lines on her bare thigh as her blunt teeth bit down hard onto Barbara's nipple.

She knew what she liked, and she wanted her to remember her for the rest of her life.

Worrying the nipple between her teeth, the fingers that raked the nail marks on her thigh continued to move until it was level with her pussy. She immediately thrust two fingers inside, then a third, and then her pinky. She looked up at her, watching as her head rolled back, and she could see Spike stroking his cock as he watched.. and she waited for her opportune moment… She waited.. and waited… and when she watched her arching, Sam immediately sucked her thumb into her hand and shoved her whole fist inside of her.

Her eyes gleaming as she watched the shock pass over Barbara's face, Sam immediately scooted down her body and took her throbbing clit into her mouth, revelling in the sounds that she was causing her to make.

Yeah. She still had it.
Barbara O'Connor: strange love ; bloodchaoticxbarbara on October 26th, 2012 01:40 pm (UTC)
Barbara could feel walls crumbling down around her. Those walls she put up to protect herself, to keep the world and the harsh reality that resided there at arms length but never closer. No never closer than that. She had started building those walls brick by brick the day she saw what was left of her human life slaughtered and left to rot on the floor of the home she grew up in. She remembered oh-to-perfectly the smell of their blood, sickening sweet like chocolate frosting caked to maple wood and hickory. She remembered how it felt against her skin when she was forced to the floor, it had covered her hands, the puddles of blood and despair and humanity. She had slipped it in when forced down like a dog, and she remembered how it tasted when her face was pressed against hard wood, fingers tight in her hair. She remembered it on her face, her skin, her lips, in her nostrils and on her eye-lashes. She remembered being rocked forward into it, the slickness of the liquid stopped her from getting burned from the friction of the wood. She had stared blankly into the dead-faces of a family that never loved her as the only person to ever show her any kindness robbed her of what little innocence she had left.

She had stopped trying to fight after awhile, she knew it wouldn’t do any good. She had just ventured into herself and showed no emotion, no desire or hatred or lust or sadness. Just an empty shell, being fucked in copious amounts of blood. Her blood, her families blood. It was the day she began to crawl into herself, to put up walls around herself. The day she vowed she’d get her innocence back if she had to rip it out of Angelus’s body bone by fucking bone.

The fact that she may never be allowed that chance, the fact that she was robbed of it the second those gypsies shoved that soul down his throat and turned him into something she didn’t recognize...it smothered her. They had taken away her ability to hate him - in turn, she had only grown to hate herself. Perhaps she could learn to let go of some of that hate, after all, she knew that Angelus was in there somewhere. This was a new sort of revenge, a sick twisted darkness she couldn’t ever fathom getting the chance to grasp. Whom did Angelus hate more than anything? Angel. Who had Barbara given herself over too? Angel. It might be the same body, and thus, if Angelus emerged she would be as bound to him as she was to Angel, but he would always know...

She didn’t choose him, as much as he had tried to force her over the years. All the different times....She chose Angel. She could love Angel, in time. She could give Angel what she could never, would never, give Angelus. She might be dust by the end of this but that in a way was taking back her innocence. It was the ultimate revenge.
Barbara O'Connor: start overchaoticxbarbara on October 26th, 2012 01:40 pm (UTC)

Those bricks she had used to build up walls around her, they all seemed to crumble whenever Sam was touching her. She didn’t remember Angel - she didn’t remember Angelus. All she remembered was Sam’s fingers against her flesh, the smell of her hair, the taste of her blood at the back of Barbara’s throat. Sam was all she could fathom, it would be devastating for her to leave this, but she knew that this wasn’t a world she could stay in. This was just...story-time, dream-land. She had known that since the first time she had clamped her mouth around Sams and felt this euphoria, this escape. She knew this wasn’t real, it was a means to an end. Samantha had fought that truth for some time, so convinced that Barbara was her beginning and end, but Barbara had seen too much to ever be bright eyed and bushy eyed again.

She had to admit, it would have been nice had things been different, Sam could have been the missing puzzle piece but Barbara had a heavy heart, that Sam just could not lift. She was like a house of bricks, and it’s just what she was built from. So she had just kissed Sam soft, and left her bruised...the stars hung their hearts in a noose. Their relationship was formed on fickle feelings and all the wrong emotions. They couldn’t fix that, it was like they were a house of a sticks, and it was just what they were made of. For awhile they continued on, ignoring the truths and pretending. Barbara knew Sam would find the God-send that she needed, she hadn’t pictured Spike being that person, but she also never saw herself allowing another man to clamp a chain made of leather around her throat ever again.

Funny how things work out, at times. She wished she could stay here, as Sam’s fingers found places that only she knew existed, made Barbara mew out sounds no one else could, a certain tone that belonged to Sam, and only Sam. Oh my dear Sweet Samantha Barbara mused as her core tightened and her eyes fell closed and her body rose to the heat and friction Sam offered oh-so-willingly, if only she could stay. If only this wasn’t a dream. If only it wasn’t time for Barbara to wake up.

If only, if only.

She smelt Spike near, and his arousal, his cock and the heat, and she felt her pussy wetten and drip for her lovers. All thoughts of an angry sire drifting further and further from her attention, fading away to the edges of her mind..threatening to tumble into darkness. Her reality clouded, blurred and lost reason, logic and color...she was so far away...so so...

The feel of Sam’s hand slipping inside of her caused a tremor of pain and an explosion of pleasure that she snapped back to reality with a rush of breathe and whimper. She felt her insides tear in ways they had torn a thousand times before, and it felt like the first time all over again. Her vision was a fury of red and tears and pink, oh sweet pink, tender pleasure. Oh, the ability to see the pleasure through the pain was such a magnificent truth. It was something she had taught Samantha more about. Her fingers had trembled and she didn’t dare to strike too hard. She just didn’t have the gumption. She couldn’t ruin such a pristine image. She wondered if Spike would guide her through such journeys. After all, the boy had learned at Daddys knee just as well as Barbara had.

Spike had always said girls looked better with tears in their eyes. Her eyes met his, and she knew, felt it in her core as well as Sams fingers and hand, threatening to tear her asunder. She could oh so easily in this position. She felt the flare of heat rise to her cheeks, and she knew. He would show Samantha such terrible things, such terrible, wonderful things, her eyes flicked toward her childe.

And Samantha, her dear, sweet, darling Samantha. She would come close to combusting, she would accept each one, not only willingly, but happily. In a way she never would have been able too under Barbara’s practiced hand. Sam would give Spike a run for his money, would make him remember days when he was nothing more than William and doe eyes. They would be a collision, ever bending, ever twisting and crashing together....

She almost wished she could be around to witness it.
William Pratt: remember?railroadxspike on November 7th, 2012 12:26 pm (UTC)
Samantha had learned well it seemed, and Spike was soon also learning that every new moment he spent with her he was learning new and wonderful things about her. She was more like him than like her sire, and more than her sires sire, which brought him a great deal of pleasure. As far as sexual aspects go Spike was more of a switch than anything else, and there was very defined lines as far as the preferences of their family. Angelus had been a top, always, Drusilla had been a bottom, as had Barbara, both of them getting off on that euphoric rush that came from being beat and choked and humiliated. They co-existed in that wonderful sub-space Spike had visited more than a few times in his life.

Spike couldn’t choose just one side, he was much like Darla in that aspect, who was the one who had taught him in private behind closed doors what it meant to be what he was. She had seen herself in him and she had taught him both sides of the fence. She had taught him how to read body language, how to inflict the most amount of pain with a whip or a flogger, she taught him so many wonderfully wicked things that he could do to little squirming girls and little squirming boys. She had taught him as her equal - on their victims or friends, and she had taught him on his own body because she said she just didn’t get to do it enough with Angelus and all. He could never see the beauty in the break down - he could never release control. He probably never would be able too. He had always been amazed how expertly Darla had been able to read all the members of her family. After all, most of the time, she seemed very disinterested and very unattached.

Maybe this was all just a game to her - he supposed it hadn’t really mattered. His teachings under Darla had been what kept Drusilla so satisfied with him, and what kept Barbara sane through her weak moments. Spike was very comfortably as a top - it was something he could do well, and enjoyed doing well. Spike was very much a sadist.

However, Spike in the same moment, was also a huge masochist. He was not like Angel, he was not threatened by powerful women but in fact very drawn to them, attracted by them. Therefore, seeing Sam take to the opposite side of things - to the role as dominant as fluidly and naturally as she had taken to be a submissive did nothing but cause his attraction to her darken and grow. She was a mystery that he was dying to unravel, ever the riddle, he knew he would spend years trying to figure her out. She would do the same to him.

His eyes met Barbara’s as the scent of blood filled the air, he knew it was probably dripping down her thigh, Sams nails and hands having torn her apart their way in. It made his mouth water, even more so when Sams mouth found Barbara’s clit and her haunting stare left his and she drifted into herself. She had said so many things with her eyes - asked him to promise so many things but there was a primarily question there. He had to take care of Sam - he had to take her to places she couldn’t. She understood that she was useless in many aspects and that’s why Sam needed Spike. It was also why Spike needed Sam.

This was going to end messy, Spike could feel it, but he could do nothing to stop it. He was helpless and powerless in all of this. As helpless as Barbara was. As fucked as she would be when Angel finally made his way back here...

He briefly wondered if his focus would be only on his new little claimed prized, or if he would leave an imprint on Spike and his sweet Samantha. It was odd, but the idea of Angel punishing Sam...and himself...it caused him an immense amount of anger, but an even larger amount of arousal. He couldn’t think for his cock any longer, and before he knew it he had pulled Sam’s hips to him as she feasted on Barbara’s secret garden, he buried himself in her slick, wet heat without checking to see if she was ready or willing. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was being a part of this - just one more time...

Before the family was torn asunder.
wildlyinnocent: Let me feel youwildlyinnocent on November 8th, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
She could feel the bite of his nails in her hips, and she had to clench her eyes closed to stop herself from moaning out. Her lips and teeth bit down on her sire's clit, sucking on it gently as she continued to ram her fist inside of her. She pulled her lips away and moved to clean up the bloody trail that she'd left from her nails up her porcelain thighs.

She was about to bite down on the flesh when she felt him slamming home, and she let out a groan into the bloody mess that she'd created. Her own nails of one hand digging deeply into the flesh beneath her. Her eyes crossing as she felt him inside of her for the fourth time, and it still felt like the first. He was made for her, she was made for him.

He was seriously the perfect fit for her tight pussy, so that every inch of her walls were pushed and pulled at with each one of his hips. It was causing her toes to curl, he legs to shake and her mouth to bite down hard on the flesh before her.

Her hips began to move against his, feeling him slamming against her, causing the most delicious sounds to slip past her lips, and she was sure that if anyone was walking by, they would definitely hear the party that was going on inside the home. They definitely weren't trying to be quiet in any way, and sometimes that was what her and Barbara liked to do.

When they were intimate with each other over the years, they always tried to make the other one scream the loudest. Normally, Sam knew just what buttons to press to have Barbara screaming and crying in the most pleasurable ways, and she would normally win, but her sire had her moments as well. She knew just where Sam liked to be touched, and she had her screaming for more in mere seconds.

One time, they had been so loud, and Sam was still new and very full of the bloodlust, that someone had come to the door and they had bled the man instantly. They didn't care if he had a family, or wherever he came from.. He didn't seem to mind all that much really.. he saw that they were naked when they came to the door, he seemed to be only mindful of his cock when he saw them, that he never noticed the blood covering their bodies at they stood at the door.

They'd pulled him inside, undressed him, and began to make love to him, and he wasn't complaining at all. Sam was on top of him, riding him like a bucking bronco, while her sire was on his face. The two women shared kisses, their fingers tracing each others bodies, trailing bloody lines down their bodies, and that was when the man had noticed the blood hitting his body. He began to freak out, and then they fed. They attacked him, draining him dry.

Needless to say, they had packed up and left before sunrise, and didn't leave a trace for anyone to find where they were.

She had to admit though.. that night had been one of her favourites but this.. this right here, was definitely getting there. But nothing would beat the short time that she'd already been spending with Spike. her lover.. her future.. her everything. It was going to be sad to say goodbye, but Barbara had Angelus… someone that she would always need, and he would be able to give her something that Sam was never able to. And she would be happy, he would look after her.. no matter how much of a prick he was.. he cared for her, she could tell that. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her… And Sam knew, that if she ever found out he hurt her in a way that she didn't want. She would be coming for him, and she would destroy him.

Surprising both her lovers, she pulled herself off of Spike's cock, and pulled her fist from Barbaras, and she moved to lay down on the ground beneath them. She gripped her sires hips, and pulled her so that her pussy was hovering her mouth, and she was able to attack her more feverishly in this position. She felt her legs being lifted and shifted, before she felt Spike slamming himself home to her again, and she moaned against the lips above her, sending vibrations through the vampire's body. It was a good thing that she couldn't breathe.. A very good thing.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on November 8th, 2012 10:36 am (UTC)
A new kind of sensation was gripping Barbara by the fore-front and bringing her higher and higher. She had been moved, quite easily as when she fell into a certain subspace she became quite pliable and willing to do whatever it was it was asked of her. Her eyes were half closed, a syrupy smile on her dark colored lips, her porcelain teeth almost glowing in contrast. Her head fell back, her mouth falling open as her hips rocked forward against Sam’s mouth. An almost hysterical laugh falls from her lip at the sheer pleasure of it all, and if she was to admit, how very, very wrong this all felt. Her neck burned like hell-fire licking at her throat, and she knew it was because she was doing something that would displease the person whose fangs had left those marks but he wouldn’t know.

Not until he came here anyway, not until he found her. That was some of the sweet torment of being claimed, the claimed vampire always had a constant reminder of the bind that held them, the binder was luckier in that aspect. Ignorance at times was definitely bliss. However, Barbara was much too far gone to even consider such things. The burning just added to everything, added to the endorphins pumping through her blood, causing things to come together only to shatter seconds later. She was lost to the feeling, lost in the bitter-sweetness of her childe beneath her, feverishly devouring her wet and willing pussy.

Already, she could feel the magic of Samantha’s saliva as it began to seep into the torn bits of her and heal them back to their original perfect state. Time would have done this without a problem, and in a few hours she would have no physical proof that anything had happened at all, but vampire saliva worked wonders on such things, speeding up things that were already quite sped up. It was wonderful, the pleasure mixed with the pain being pulled from her body caused her to squeal, her legs shook, and felt herself as she began to lose control. She wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to keep herself up-right, the pleasure consuming her and becoming the only thing she knew, she felt as if she would collapse under it’s weight.

There was hands on her then, and through the cloud of pleasure and wonderfulness she knew it was Spike, who was holding her up. Her gaze moved down his body, causing her hips to jerk forward as a reaction to his taught, muscled form and then again at the sight of his cock, buried deep into Sam’s pussy. Another laugh fell from her lips and she leaned against his hand that held her steady, kept her here in this moment. Her fingers traced over Sam’s stomach, feeling Spikes cock as it pumped in and out of her childes uterus, deep into her womb. The feeling of his cock beneath Sam’s flesh was lovely. Barbara couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ahhh...” She whispered, “Thank you my lovelies..” Her voice was far away, lost in a day-dream, lost in the moment, and she heard only whispers in reply, but Spike’s mouth on hers was quite clear, and she responded in kind to his touches. She truly adored this, being this close to the two of them, and she felt every moment Spike made into his childe, and every lap of Sam’s tongue against her swollen and wanting pussy. It was all too much for her.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on November 8th, 2012 10:36 am (UTC)

She tumbled over herself and lost control despite those holding her, attempting to keep her grounded. It was just an impossible task, keeping her on the ground when she was born to fly. She fell into climax quite easily, forehead on Spike’s shoulder as he held her up. Sam didn’t stop her ministrations for a second, and she finally found the pleasure to be so much that it was almost painful as she continued to lap at her sensitive bits and she fell backward, away from Spike and behind the two partners, a laugh on her lips, a laugh on both of theirs. Sam tilted her head back and gazed up lovingly at her sire for a moment, and Barbara had to admit she looked absolutely divine, with Spike boring into her, her back arched, and her sires pussy juices all around her mouth.

Sam didn’t hold her attention on Barbara for long however, before Spike’s arm had wrapped around her waist, and caused her body to bend under his touch, and his mouth covered hers and brought Sam’s attention toward him. The chemicals in her blood were pumping quite fast, keeping her in a weakened and sated place for quite some time before something in the back of her mind told her to pull herself together, at least a bit.

She had managed to pull on a pair of Sam’s cargo pants and Spikes black t-shirt and had just lit up a cigarette and settled in a near-by arm chair to watch the ending to the show when she heard the door downstairs open and close with a loud thud. A smile crawled it’s way across her features. She poured an extra drink and took another drag of her cigarette.
William Pratt: happy demonrailroadxspike on November 8th, 2012 10:51 am (UTC)
It had been quite a long time since Spike had an experience such as this. Yes, when he was with Drusilla the two of them often shared partners, usually young, pretty little girls but there wasn’t the same type of feeling that existed in a scene such as the one he was a apart of now. In those scenes, with Dru, the outcome would always be the death of their partner, her reaction, her terror, her surprise. Spike had never been one much into rape, as Drusilla had, so they usually didn’t do such things together with their partners. No, he was more into seducing little girls back to their bed, only to kill them in the peak of their climax. Oh how responsive those pretty girls were to his fangs with a climax racking this body, how quickly their pleasure turned to fear. Each one was different, each one tasted different, some tried to fight him, others gave in, others were excited even more so by this level of danger. All different, all with lives ended the same way.

It had been such a long time, since before Drusilla and himself left Europe for America so many years ago. The turn of a century actually. When he was a part of something more than a Bonnie and Clyde type partnership, when he was a fixture in a close knit family where this sort of thing was common. Even after it had fallen apart, the moments in which Barbara and Drusilla and Spike had lived with one another, and shared one another. It was so much more serene, so much more of a rush, because this is what they were supposed to be doing. This is what they were built for, it would never feel as good with anyone else, as it would with someone who shared the same blood as them.

All the times he had been with Buffy, it hadn’t compared to the first time he had been with Sam, the electricity, the natural genetics that drove them toward one another. He knew Barbara’s body, had explored it and used it more times than he could remember in his life, and he watched as Sam pushed her to a place where she was pliable and far-away. Spike knew that Barbara was enjoying herself when she became so relaxed, as if she was a junkie who had just gotten a rather large hit, she nodded in and out of reality, a syrupy smile on her features. She became weak and sated, and when Spike saw she was about to lose control, he had held her up, forced her to stay under Sams ministrations, to endure what his beautiful little raven haired girl had planned for her.

Her words had touched him, for they had so many more meanings than thanking them for this moment, and he kissed her mouth because he had too, because it was the thing to do. Her lips burned his and he knew it was because of Angel’s bind on her. Her salvia and blood would burn to any vampire that wasn’t her direct off-spring, as if to ward them off, to warn them that she was someone’s property. The burn only made his cock harder, as if he was stealing something from the bastard of a sire of his.

It wasn’t long before his sister of sorts was tumbling back and away from them, and Spike knew she would need time before she was able to return to them. He used this moment to his advantage, wrapping his arm around Sam’s body, causing her body to arch so he could angle himself and drive himself deeper into her wet and wanton pussy. Her heat seemed to explode around him as he was able to get her full focus and when he kissed her, it sizzled in a way that was very different from her sires. His other hand went to her hair, lacing through her thick, dark locks and pulling them back, just enough so she couldn’t reach his lips. His mouth hovered over hers, a smirk on his lip as he teased her, his hips ever moving against her, his arm holding her body tight against his own.

The sounds she made were nothing short of poetic.
wildlyinnocent: heart and soulwildlyinnocent on November 8th, 2012 08:37 pm (UTC)
Sam didn't really have much time to think once her sire had came and was currently laying collapsed on the floor just feet away from her and Spike. Before she felt his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her tighter to her body, and beginning to pound relentlessly inside of her. Giving into the primal urge that he seemed to be holding back only moments ago.

Maybe it was because she had her sire, they had her with them, and it seemed.. even though it was heavenly to have both the people that meant the world to her in her embrace during passion... it felt different with just Spike. It felt right, and wonderful, and like it was just the two of them in the world.

When he was kissing her, before he was teasing her with his lips just hovering above hers.. she could taste her sire on his lips. For a quick moment, it hurt her non-beating heart to think that they had been kissing just moments ago... The two people that were hers, and not each other, were kissing and sharing a moment of passion that was just the two of them. But then she had to remind herself... that Spike had had Barbara for much longer than she had.. he had the right to be with her whenever he wanted.. Not that she really liked that idea..

Spike was hers. Hers alone, and she didn't like the idea of him fucking someone that wasn't her. At least, not while she was around. Although, if down the line they were to have a moment like this again, she wasn't entirely sure how her attitude would be toward it, to see his pale cock slipping in and out of a pussy that wasn't hers. To see him biting a nipple that wasn't hers... to watch him caress another body that wasn't hers...

She was never sure if she would be able to get rid of that possessive feeling now that she had Spike, and that she had his mark on her. A mark that would never go away, a mark that she would never want to go away. It was a mark that meant he had claimed her as his own... and someday, she hoped that he would let her do the same. Claim him completely as her own. Even though she knew that she already had his heart, at least, she knew he already had his penis.

It wasn't much longer after that, did she hear the slamming of a door in the distance, and she knew that Angel had come back. But Spike didn't seem to be stopping, nor did he seem to want to stop, and she was glad.. Angel had already interrupted them once, he didn't need to do it again.. she was sure that she would kill him if he did.

She growled against the space between their lips, her hands coming up to grip the back of his neck and pull his wonderful lips back down to hers in a bruising passionate kiss. Her legs immediately locking around his waist as she moved against him, grunts and moans lingering between their mouths to the point when she wasn't sure if it was herself that was making the noises, or that it was him.

But she heard a growl that distinctly wasn't her own, or his, but coming from the doorway of the living room, and she knew that Angel had found them, and he wasn't looking at them, he was looking at Barbara.

Barbara who had the scent of blood and fresh orgasm warming over her, and her hair was messy, and her clothing wasn't her own but it was Sam's... She wished in that moment that Spike wasn't kissing her... She really wished she could see the look on Angel's face. It was probably priceless.
angelusdarkness: Angelus Bumpyangelusdarkness on November 8th, 2012 08:38 pm (UTC)
Angel was getting real sick of chasing his little childe's scent all throughout Sunnydale, and coming up completely empty. She knew what she was doing, and it was driving him mad. He hoped that she was ready for the repercussions that she would be getting for playing her little game with him.

Normally, he didn't mind the game, as long as it didn't go on too long, but this was long enough. Eventually, he figured that she was going to keep the trail going for as long as possible, and he had the feeling that she had gone back to his home, well, his old home. The home that Sam and Spike would no doubt be sharing when he took her sire kicking and screaming back to LA with him.

He hoped that Sam was going to be good for Spike, he could see it in his eyes that he was already falling for the brunette vampire, and he needed someone that was sane. Someone that could keep him in line, and take care of him when he needed to be taken care of. But also, let him take care of them when they needed it. Because that was something that had always been one of Spike's downfalls.. even without a soul, when it came to someone that he truly loved, he would always want to take care of them, and he knew that if Sam was going to be the one, the one Spike would be with for eternity... they would have to meet each other half way. Take care of each other equally, love each other equally.. and he had a feeling that they would.

Letting his feet take him back to his old Mansion, he felt her scent, and it was stronger than the other trails that she'd been leading him on and he realized that she was at home, but the second that he'd opened the door, it wasn't just her scent that had hit him like wave.

It was her blood. Her blood was fresh, and strong. He could also smell her orgasm, and the distinct smell of her cum and it had Angelus rattling at his cage. How dare she cum without his permission? How dare she let her blood be shed by someone who wasn't him?

But he could also smell the smell of Spike's lust and arousal, followed by Sam's.. he'd only smelt it twice, but it was distinct and something that would never be able to leave his senses for the rest of his undead life.

He followed the smells, and the sounds of grunting, growling, moaning and gasping. He could also hear the sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, and he followed it until he got to the living room. Where he saw Spike pounding his new lover into the floor, their lips attacking each other. He let his eyes move from them and toward his childe, who was sitting just feet away from them, wearing clothing that wasn't her own, and smoking a cigarette.

He growled, low and deep in his throat, his eyes narrowing at her as he watched her lifting her hazed, lustful eyes toward his gaze. "What the fuck, Barbara?" he growled out, his hands tight at his side. "You ran me all over town to say goodbye to her, not to fuck her and Spike until you were completely satisfied."
Barbara O'Connor: fly burn fallchaoticxbarbara on November 14th, 2012 11:32 am (UTC)
Barbara had always found it amazingly fascinating the way the chemicals in her brain worked. She had witnessed her own reaction in the faces of many of the boys and girls she had taken to bed during her lifetime. She had spent countless nights in clubs that associated themselves with that kind of ‘play,’ she had always seen that same look. The glaze in their eyes, almost hypnotized by the mixture of emotions and the chemicals that rushed through the body in response to them. Fear, lust, anticipation, excitement, pain, pleasure...they all mixed together to become this one throbbing, pulsating concoction that was more addictive than heroin.

The raven haired vampiress had spent the first few years of her new life under the influence of such things, she spent the rest of her life trying to duplicate that feeling. She felt she was forever running in circles, trying to get back to a place that was long since dead and gone.

The smooth smoke of Barbara’s camel crush rushed into her lungs, and when she crushed the small bead that was placed in the filter, her mouth went numb from the taste of menthol. She felt dazed, her limbs heavy, she wasn’t anywhere near pliable, but she was hovering just over the edge of that beautiful sub-space. She felt herself teetering, and if her heart could beat, it would be racing in her chest. She raised her eyes slowly toward Angel, and she felt a spark that made her core tighten and the partially healed fang marks in her neck throb. It was a beautiful ache.

It wasn’t that Barbara thought everything would be fine, in fact, she had a very good feeling that everything would not be okay. Her little stunt with running Angel all over town looking for her had put her in a tough enough spot, she knew this would only make things worse. She could see it in his eyes, the blackness was pooling and he was struggling. Struggling to hold himself back, to give her a chance to explain. The thought made her smile, she wondered how often he had had to do that since he had that soul shoved down his throat.You had to be more gentle with humans after all, she sniffed the air and smelt the fowl, burning scent of the slayer on the fringes of his scent. It pulled at her core and she tilted her head from the chair where she was sitting. She took another long drag of her cigarette, her features curious and thoughtful. Not even a slayer could handle him if he really let himself go. She saw the twitch in his body, the tenseness of his muscle, the tightening of his jaw. He was trying so hard.

No one could really handle him, not all of him, not for long. Not even Darla, and Drusilla only could because she escaped into the fantasy lands that safe-guarded her mind. Her insanity was what kept her sane, it was something Barbara had always found beautiful about her beloved sister. No, it had always been her. It always had to be her. She wondered when Angel would realize that, or if he had already and just didn’t care, or chose to ignore it.
Barbara O'Connor: start overchaoticxbarbara on November 14th, 2012 11:32 am (UTC)

The truth was that she had done this, all of this for a reason. Sometimes, okay, most times what Barbara did or tried to do seemed to have no rhyme or reason or logic behind it, but her mind was always working. She just didn’t always understand it until after she had already done something. She listened to her instincts before her brain. She wasn’t a disobedient childe, quite the contrary, but she knew that she had to say goodbye to Samantha. That meant so much more than what it would to humans...she had to give her something more than herself...When she was with Samantha,she could taste it in her blood-stream, the way her mind worked. Samantha was strong because in a very real way, she had to learn how to reign Barbara in. She didn’t trust Angel, didn’t think he could handle it...More than that Sam was cocky, thinking she could stand up to Angel if she wanted, but there was something deeper there.

Something more sinister. She didn’t want to feel like that, but she would never admit it...maybe not even to herself. She cast a look back toward Sam and Spike, who had somehow managed to finish their session despite the interruption and were now looking a bit out of sorts. She had a feeling Spike knew what was going to happen, she hadn’t often seen that look in her brothers eyes, that tentative, slightly worried shadow in his baby blues and dare she say it, a bit submissive. There was a slight curl to his lip, giving him a rebellious, cocky smirk to his features.

She turned back toward Angel, and cocked an eyebrow. “Who said I was completely satisfied?” She whispered, her voice seductive and insinuating.
William Pratt: sam/spike made up my mindrailroadxspike on November 14th, 2012 01:13 pm (UTC)
Spike had never expierenced anything like this, he had never had someone who captivated him so entirely. It felt as if Sam had a gravitational pull, and he couldn’t help but feel himself being pulled closer and closer to her. It was like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed above or beyond her. She was like something bright and strong and inescapable, the center of his universe, the fact that he felt something quite so intense so quickly should have really alarmed Spike, but this wasn’t anything new for him. He had always moved quite fast when it came to these sort of things, many said that was a weakness but it wasn’t something that could be helped or changed. Spike had tried, but every time someone caught his eye in that certain way, he just...he couldn’t help it. Hook, line and sinker.

Sam felt different though, Drusilla had a similar effect on him, even when he was human. In the few moments that he knew her as William he had loved her, but it had been a very different kind of love. Very dark. Drusilla had been his moon-light, Sam felt like his sun. It was like night and day. He hadn’t felt anything quite like it.

Spike had heard Angel enter the room, smelt the anger flooding from him, radiating off of him like heat that threatened to consume, to burn. He felt something very distinct tickle in the back of his mind, a sharp pain stabbing at him to pull his attention, for a moment, Spike swore he felt his neck itch, but he was sure it was just his imagination getting the better of him. He felt himself distraction for only a moment, and he felt Samanthas distraction behind him, the way her lips paused against his, the way her hips fell to a stillness. He felt fear coming from her, and something else. Something dark that gnawed at his core and made him want to growl. He smelt her excitement, a fragment of anticipation flooding of her. He felt his cock glide into her a bit easier than before, his pathway more slick and lubricated.

More than that, he felt his cock pulsate in response and felt a bit ashamed at himself. This wasn’t a part of him that he liked to admit existed. It only took one roll of Sams hips before his mind had shattered and all those thoughts were nothing more than fragments littering the floor of his mind. He was fixated on her, she pulled his focus and he saw nothing else, felt nothing else. All that mattered was her, her pleasure, the warmth radiating from her cool flesh, it threatened to swallow him whole. He would be all too happily consumed.

He captured her mouth in a frantic kiss, the roll of his hips hard and rough against hers. He felt their bones and flesh and skin colliding with one another, and he turned her hips so he could thrust into her without the pain of bone against bone. The sounds of her pleasure got a rise out of him, and only made him that much adamant and making her cross over into that desperate darkness of climax. He let his head fall forward, forgetting anyone else in the room, anyone else in the world. His mouth was next to her ear, his labored breathes a cool breeze against her ear and neck. He grabbed her behind the knee with one of his hands while he put his weight on other hand planted on the couch next to her squirming body. He put all the strength he had behind his hips then, and he felt his cock breaking barriers inside of her, thrusting up into her womb, opening her up in ways she hadn’t been opened before. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but somehow he did, and it seemed very important, and erotic.
William Pratt: sam/spike strange loverailroadxspike on November 14th, 2012 01:14 pm (UTC)

It wasn’t long before he felt her body clamping down around him, her pussys muscles milking his cock for all it was worth, he felt something between a whimper and a groan at the back of his throat and he couldn’t stop it before it was falling past his lips. He felt his eyes cross at the intense pleasure that was suddenly spiking within him, starting at his groin and fanning out through his body, to every cell in his body, every pore. He knew nothing else, and in that moment he lost logic and reason and came with a hard, final thrust into Sams wanting and willing body.

It was only after he had managed to somehow pull himself out of her body that logic and reality became to slowly come back to him. It was like blood rushing back into a body part that had just fallen asleep, slow and almost painful as normality began to creep back into his body and his mind. Sam seemed to be in a sort of high, and Spike grabbed a throw that was on the back of the couch and covered her body while he pulled on his jeans, his attention finally turning toward Barbara and Angel who seemed locked in some silent frenzied fight. He felt that tickle in the back of his head again and a sickening stir in his core. He grabbed Barbara’s pants off the ground, and Sams shirt, he wiggled the clothes onto Sam as quickly as he could, his fingers frantic and desperate.

Half of him wanted to stick around, to see what was going to happen, and maybe even be a part of him, and another part of him was telling him to get away, and get away fast. He knew that if Angel truly wanted him or Sam around he’d stop them, Spike wasn’t sure he would fight Angel off. He felt very mixed feelings...He supposed it would all have to do with how Sam handled things, and what she wanted.

Nothing else really seemed to matter, only making her happy.
wildlyinnocent: Black and redwildlyinnocent on November 15th, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC)

Sam wasn't sure she had ever experienced anything like she had just experienced. Sure, being with Barbara for the past 80 years.. it wasn't like she was a virgin in threesomes, or foursomes, hell, even orgies, but it was definitely something special when you shared your sire, with your lover.

Still, she was never sure she would be able to get used to the idea of Barbara and Spike kissing, or touching each other... She still couldn't stop herself from wondering what would happen in the future, if they were to survive this battle. Would they be having a celebration? Would it be just the three of them? Or would Angel or Angelus decided to be in on the action, the fun...

As she felt Spike dressing her, she couldn't take her eyes off of her sire. She had heard Angel come in through the door, she heard him growling, she could feel the angry wafting off of him in waves, and she knew that Barbara was going to be in trouble. She also knew, that that was what she needed.. What Angel could provide for her, was exactly what her sire wanted.

Sure, Sam had been able to hold her own, to take Barbara on and take her to places that she would never imagine, but there was a thin line that she wouldn't be able to ever cross, and that was what her sire needed. She needed someone to cross that line, she needed Angelus.. and even though Sam didn't like the idea of leaving her alone with the monster that had ruined her, raped her, destroyed her... She knew it was what her sire needed and wanted.

Biting her bottom lip, she cast a look up to her lover, before looking back toward Barb and Angel. She didn't want to interfere the conversation the two of them were having. She also didn't want to leave, because she had a feeling if either her or Spike moved just a slight inch, that he would turn and snap on them. He would bring them into this, into the little squabble he was going to be having with her sire, and she wasn't entirely sure how she wanted to handle that. But she also didn't want to leave her alone, in case things got really out of hand.

Taking in an un-needed breath, she sat down, her hand firmly planted in Spikes, his arms wrapped around her in a posessive sitting position as they sat out of view, watching as Angel and Barbara continued their staring contest, until Angel had finally spoke.
angelusdarkness: Angel/Angelus - Blueangelusdarkness on November 15th, 2012 10:03 pm (UTC)
Truth be told, Angel wasn't exactly sure what he was going to be walking in on when he got back to the mansion. He had heard the moans, the groans, the gasping. He had smelt the blood, the sex, the lust.. the cum. But he never smelt hers until he had gotten closer, he had just thought that Spike and his new play toy were at it again. Which, he couldn't exactly blame the boy for. She was gorgeous, she had a fire that could match Spike's, and yet, they would be able to handle each others flames perfectly, keep each other in line, and love each other whole and completely and unconditionally.

But when he had came into the room, and saw his kitten smoking a cigarette, wearing the clothing of her childe, as Spike and Sam fucked like wild rabbits in the corner, moans and gasps and the sounds of slapping skin ringing in his ear, before it became a dulling sound, as the angry began to replace it.

"Who said I was completely satisfied?"

Angel felt the searing anger turn into a blinding rage. He moved, advancing on her, his eyes hard and full of anger. He got up in her face, growling deep and low, as if he were a wolf getting ready to pounce and eat her.. Well, in their case that wasn't exactly out of the norm. He would pounce, eat her, and fuck her. It was just how vampires worked out their anger and their stress.

"You... led me all across fucking town.. so you could come back here and not be completely satisfied?" he growled. "I don't know whats worse. The fact that you ran me all about or the fact that peroxide over there still can't satisfy you the way that I always could."

He heard a gruff sound of protest coming from the corner of the room, and he lifted his hand, pointing toward the direction, but never removing his eyes from the challenging ones of his very own childe. "Shut up, Spike. The only reason you've still got the brunette in your arms is because she's got a soft spot for you."

He finally moved to raise his eyes toward him, they were flashing yellow in his anger. "You should let me give her a try, because once she had a real man... She'll never go back to you..."

A slow grin began to form on Angel's face... Angel was gone, Angelus was here. Not fully, Angel still had his soul... but Angelus was running the show. Well, the part of Angel that could still be Angelus without the murder. He let out a lower growl and bent down, gripping Barbara by the back of her hair, pulling her to her feet nearly immediately.

He pulled her in front of himself, gripping her hips and yanking her back against his body, his hands holding her in a bruising grip. His lips just inches from her ear. His one hand moved from her hip, running up and down her body, until he reached the collar of her shirt and ripped it open in one yank. He growled low in his throat as her body was bare toward her childe and Spike. He eyed them, grinning when he saw a flash of lust through Sam's eyes.

"Aw... Are you sure you could satisfy you're lover there, Spikey? She seems to want her sire again... I can almost smell her lust in the air..." He closed his eyes, sniffing, another grin falling. "And so do you.. Oh my dear, dear Spike... You're such a sad little lap dog."

"Come over here and lick my boots.." he grinned, his hand moving up to her throat, holding her back against him as his free hand moved down into the pants that she was wearing, which just happened to be Sam's. He wasn't going to rip them, they were a nice pair of leather.. He couldn't' see them go to waste, not even for her punishment and his enjoyment. He slipped his hand between her skin and the pants, grinning as he touched her, feeling that she was still sopping wet. "Do you want me to satisfy you, my kitten?" He purred low and deep in her ear, his fingers moving to circle her clit, tapping it gently with the tip of his finger.

"No..." he said then, not letting her answer. "I don't think you deserve it." It was then he moved from her body, not letting any part of him touch her at all.
Barbara O'Connor: abandonchaoticxbarbara on December 11th, 2012 06:52 pm (UTC)
This was an unfamiliar feeling for Barbara. Shame, but what exactly was she ashamed of was the question. Was it the way her body reacted when Angel’s hands were on her, hard and forceful with such promise. The way her nipples hardened and her clit throbbed and she felt her body responding in every which way she had been trained to do since the day Angelus’s fangs had slipped into her throat and ripped the soul from her body. Was it that she was displayed like such a proud little whore in front of Spike and Sam that made that shame flicker inside of her and flare up like the starts of a mighty fire....or was it something else? Was it the way Sam was looking at her, or was it the way that beneath everything else she could smells Sams interest. Despite Barbara’s best efforts Sam was still very much an off-shoot of herself, and this scene? This was right up Barbara’s alley, and she had to admit, it unnerved her to have Sam here. She had always wanted to separate her from this.....from who she really was and all she was born to be.

It was odd the way Barbara never considered what her life would be like had Angelus never showed up, for better or worse, he had given her a gift that day, that was something she had never questioned.

Well, something that she had never questioned more than the one time she had. Maybe he was just as bad, with the dirty little things he did to her in the dark, but at least she was more readily prepared to handle it, and at least he saw her as something more worthy of whatever it was her father and brothers viewed her as. At least she was worth something to him, even if it wasn’t a fairy-tale ending, it was better than the grave that would be unmarked if her family had been allowed to give her one. Angelus had taken her body away from her family, and Spike had told Barbara later that Angelus had taken her body because he didn’t think they deserved to even mourn her. It was those soft moments that had kept Barbara around in a real sense of a way despite everything else.

She only wished Angelus would have ever been able to say them to her, but that wasn’t him. Maybe that was Angel....Maybe Angelus sired her to lead her to her real prince. Part of her wanted to see how this played out....and maybe she still would, but a bigger part of her was telling her to bail out, to safe word if there was ever a thing between herself and Angelus. Which their wasn’t. This was getting too intense, her core was getting too tight, and Sam and Spike were not a part of this, and why did she ever think it was okay to involve them?

She felt tears spring up in her eyes and she bit her lip because it threatened to tremble without it. She was scared....scared in a real sense of a word and a terrible way she couldn’t even begin to fathom. No, no, no, this was wrong, this wasn’t what she wanted....Angel, not Angelus. Angel. Angel. Angel. Angelus would fuck Sam. Angelus would fuck Spike and make her watch. Angel wouldn’t...couldn’t.... He’d tie Barbara up and laugh at her misery but he’d never do that...She had to get Angel back because it wasn’t that she couldn’t handle Angelus, it was that she didn’t fucking want too.

A realization snapped into her brain and the prickle that had extended into a hot flash of pain in the side of her throat had edged into a dull ache and she had been too wrapped up in herself and this to notice. She didn’t have too, because she hadn’t handed herself over to Angelus had she? No, no, same body but it’s the soul and the heart that makes all the difference. She remembered when Angel had tried to order her around, just after he came back and pretended to be her sire, and she remembered how it hadn’t worked, and her knees hadn’t buckled but she hadn’t told him because it frightened her, and it would make Darla suspicious. It was before she knew anything about how to break that bind, before she had tore Angelus’s control out of her very veins. She wondered if he had felt it, behind that barrier.

One way to find out.
Barbara O'Connor: Ball and chainchaoticxbarbara on December 11th, 2012 06:52 pm (UTC)

“Stop,” She whispered at first, and Angelus seemed to pay no attention to her, which was just his style, so she growled and repeated herself, this time louder. “I said Stop.” That got his attention. “This isn’t your game Angelus.” Oh, she got a reaction out of that one, she stood still and tall when he walked toward her, hand going to her throat, she caught his wrist. He was predictable, he couldn’t break her grasp. She was stronger than she had been. She was just...full of surprises...

“You weren’t invited to play....or weren’t you informed?” She stared straight up into his eyes, something that at one time she would have never dared to do. Normally she wouldn’t toward her master, but this man was not her master, not the man she had signed herself over toward. He was not her owner. He was holding her owner at gun-point, and a dog always protects their master.

“I want Angel back,” She growled, “I know your control is slipping, you were only let out to teach me a lesson, maybe Angel’s afraid of his own desires, maybe he just doesn’t know any other way, but their not a part of this.” Her eyes flashed toward Sam and Spike, “I don’t intend on flaking on whatever it is I deserve sweetheart, but I have boundaries now, and those two? Are just on the other side of them.”
William Pratt: one of those daysrailroadxspike on December 11th, 2012 06:53 pm (UTC)
Spike had seen this all before, and he didn’t blink at all at first. In fact, he merely lit up a cigarette and leaned back against the couch with a slightly bored look on his features. None of this was in the danger zone, at one point this was all normal. Angelus had always gotten off on those hostage type situations, especially when he played with his own toys. Drusilla and Barbara and himself, hell sometimes even Darla. He didn’t even blink. Not when Angel’s fingers had laced through Barbara’s hair and yanked her to her feet. He had merely put his hand on the small of Sam’s back because he felt her tense but he knew that this was okay. Barbara could take this, she was built for this.

Hell, she was probably even craving this. For a moment she had looked back at Angel with adoration in her eyes, but only for a moment and then it was gone in an instant. Her walls were back up, she was more guarded than Spike remembered. Time did strange things to people, vampires were no different. Looks like the little kitten has grown more than just her fur. He had to admit he was a little happy about that.

The lust and fear mingled in her eyes as Angel pulled her against his body, and a dream like sigh fell from her lips seconds before a gasp of fear. It felt unreal how familiar this sounded, and how strange it still sounded after all these years. It still felt bizzare how those sounds felt together, for Angelus it had always been a game for him with Barbara, with Dru too. Dru had been his first go at this sort of thing, he had been more careful with Barbara. He had made sure to rip the soul out of her before trying to drive her insane. It went a little bit better the second time around but it was still the same game. They hated him, but they couldn’t keep from loving him....like a father figure...

In a creepy type way..

He watched with nothing more than a raised eyebrow as Barbara’s shirt came open, and then Angel’s hand went down her pants. He looked over at his new girl as he smelt the lust suddenly mingle around her, he glanced toward Barbara then back at Sam and took a long hit off his cigarette. It was a good thing he wasn’t the jealous type, well, about girls anyway. Nah, Sam could have all the pretty little girls she liked. He barely heard what Angel was talking about because let’s face it, Spike never listened when Angel talked, but more importantly he knew how Angel worked.

...He knew how Angelus worked, and mind games were the number one thing he did to fuck with you. If Barbara’s reaction when Angel shoved her away was any indication of the damage that could be done if one was to listen to his poisonous words Spike was glad it was a defense mechanism he had learned early on. At least mostly. He was only human after all, well, partly.

Spike felt as if he wasn’t really experiencing this, at least not really. I mean this was Angel standing before them, not Angelus, and so he would play, maybe indicate things but he would never...he wasn’t the type to really involve anyone else. He was all talk....

It was then he smelt the salt. His eyes snapped up toward Barbara’s and he saw the tears, and he was, confused at first, but only for a moment and then he moved to concerned, and then guarded. He looked back toward Angel, and a growl ripped from his throat. “That’s not Angel,” He whispered to Sam, “and she knows it.”

This was not good...
wildlyinnocent: Black and redwildlyinnocent on December 28th, 2012 02:10 pm (UTC)
Sam was not entirely sure what to react to what she was seeing. Part of her was getting a little more than on the hot and bothered side, but the other part of her... wanted to rip Angel's head off for doing things to Barbara. She was assuming that the lust had been left over from the threesome.. amazing, threesome session between her lover and her sire, and that she still wasn't finished. She still wanted more.. She was still young, only 80 years.. She still had a lot of stamina. Hell, she knew Spike still had a lot.. they were definitely going to be a good pair.

Especially once she got that pesky little chip out of his brain.

Naughty thing.

It was then that two things happened at once, she felt Spike tensing next to her, the second that she smelt the salt on the air as well. It was thicker than any of the lust, or the sex that was covering the room in its own scent. Her eyes flashed toward Barbara, and they hardened immediately. No one. No one. Not even fucking Angel the fucktard could make her sire cry, not while she was around.

She felt the hand of Spike's keeping her down next to him, and she wasn't aware that she had been moving until she was back in his lap, and he was holding her tight to whisper into her ear. "That's not Angel... and she knows it."


Sam's head whipped toward her lover and her eyes were full of confusion. She could still smell the soul on him, as he was the only one in the room that had one. She turned to face the pair... and blinked. She stared hard at Angel, and watched the emotions cross his eyes as her sire talked to him. It was then that she clued in.... Angel may be there, but in that moment, Angelus was running the car. He was speaking. He was ready to teach everyone in that room a lesson, only because.. Angel was scared.

Ha, Angel was scared. That was something to tell the grand-fledglings.

It was then, as Barbara began to talk, she saw something in her that she had never really seen before. Sure, Barbara had always been her teacher, being her sire and all... but there had always been something lacking in her, something that made her a true...true sire.

In their relationship, Sam had to be the dominant more often than not, and that was because Angelus, hell, even Spike had trained her to be - at least that's what she was guessing by hearing about their little temptation. Sam had to always be the one to punish Barbara when she felt as if she needed it, needed the smacks, or the restraints, or the blood play... Sam rarely got it.. Once in a while Barbara would take up the reigns, but it mostly always Sam that was the leader. The one with the tight sexy leather pants as it were.

But here. Right now. Barbara had her big girl pants on.. and she was standing up to him. She was saying no. She didn't want this.. and if Sam were in the mood to talk... She would have been so very proud of the woman that stood before her. She'd come so far in the past 80 years, and Sam couldn't help but feel like a little part of that had to be because of her.
angelusdarkness: Angel smirkangelusdarkness on December 28th, 2012 02:12 pm (UTC)
Things were going better than Angel could have ever expected. He could smell the fear and arousal coming from the girl in his arms, but he could also smell the shame, and it... to Angelus... was delicious. He was chuckling to himself and enjoying every minute, every second that was passing between the four of them in that room.

He could also smell the arousal coming from Barbara's childe, and it gave him a chance to really look her over as she sat there next to Spike, who had his arm possessively around her. How cute. He thought that he really stake a claim on the girl. As if Angelus couldn't take her if he really wanted to.

"Stop." The words were spoken, and deep down, Angel could hear them, but Angelus, still running the show, acted as if they were never spoken. Or that they went in one ear and out the other and he just... didn't... care.

Which would make more sense, because Angelus never really cared about anyone else but Angelus. He was a self centred pompous prick, and the only thing that would ever matter to him was himself. If they could actually see themselves in reflections, Angel was sure that wherever Angelus would live, there would be many. He always found himself extremely attractive. I mean, Angel thought he was a handsome devil, but Angelus was worse.

"I said stop." Now that brought Angelus back. He was blinking at her, and he could feel Angelus shaking inside. Angelus did not like to be talked back to, especially not by one of his pets, one of his children. It just didn't... it just didn't happen. "This isn't your game Angelus. You weren't invited to play... or you weren't informed?" Angelus was really raging inside of the body. He wanted out fully, he wanted to beat the shit out of her. He could see the defiance in Barbara's eyes, and he wanted to beat it out of her, he wanted to bring her down to his knees, but still, she continued talking as if Angelus had never scared her in their entire relationship.

"I want Angel back. I know your control is slipping, you were only let out to teach me a lesson, maybe Angel's afraid of his own desires, maybe he just doesn't know any other way, but their not a part of this.." Angel flicked his eyes over to the other pair, where Spike had an even firmer grip on Sam, and he could feel the anger radiating off of her. He could hear her growling. "I don't intend on flaking on whatever it is I deserve sweetheart, but I have boundaries now, and those two? Are just on the other side of them."

Angelus was shaking even harder now. He did not take orders very well. Hell, when he was around and so was the Judge, he hated listening to that big ass blue creature. Angelus was in charge, and no one else but Angelus was... Even the Master.. he may have been one of his favourite, but boy.. Angelus just didn't want to listen. He wanted to be on his own, which was why he left with Darla. Why they brought in Drusilla, and Spike, and Barbara, to make their own little family. Where he.. was the master.

Angelus continued to freak out, and his control completely slipped and Angel was able to come back and take the drivers seat. He had to blink a few times, trying to get the rage under control, and once he finally did, he moved to the fireplace, leaning his hand against it. His chest heaving with the heavy breath that he didn't need. His eyes were closed, as he lowered his head. "I'm not.. afraid of my own desires..." he said after a little while, trying to prove to himself more than the others that he wasn't.

But clearly he was, or else he wouldn't have let Angelus in.

Or out rather.
Barbara O'Connor: find my placechaoticxbarbara on February 7th, 2013 04:51 pm (UTC)
Barbara tilted her head to the slightly as she peered up at the man she had willingly handed herself over to while caught up in the moment. Although as things seemed to fade into reality it seemed like a rash decision and she could understand why some, Spike and Samantha for example would see this as a bad move. Only time would tell if she had made the right decision, but there was no backing out now. She had to see this thing through, no matter how ugly or hard it may turn out to be.

She knew this was going to be rough, she knew that from the moment Angels scent had invaded her world and shattered the false sense of security she had built around herself. He had burned her sinuses and made her feel like she had just snorted wasabi through her nose. Everything that was primal told her to run, to get away, but a bigger part of her, the part she couldn’t control, the part that doomed her, pushed her into the darkness.

This was going to be new for him, in the sense that it had always been Angelus who had the reigns when darkness reared it’s ugly head. She very much doubted he had come close to even acknowledging that this may very well be a part of him as well, not just his evil counter-part.

Well, she did hear through the grape-vine he had set Darla and Drusilla on fire but that was awhile ago. He would take training, it was an odd thing to think about but she was willing to be there when he struggled, and to take the brunt of the consequences when he struggled. She truly thought that he needed this, just as she did...it would just take time for him to acknowledge that, to accept it, and to learn how to excel in it. She had faith in him however, this sort of thing came naturally to him when he let his guard down and stopped holding himself back. She just had to be patient.

“I can see him,” She purred, her voice velvety as she crossed the distance that separated them from one another. “Just behind your eyes, I can hear him...he’s screaming...” Her voice dripped like honey, and her tongue ran slowly across her bottom lip. “You are too sugar.” Her hands move to his hips, over his stomach, up his chest, fingernails biting through his soft, cotton shirt. She tipped her head back, standing on her tip-toes, even then, he towered over her. She felt him shaking, beneath her touch and she could only smile like a mischievous child.

“What are you gonna do about it?” She whispered, just soft enough so only he could hear, despite vampiric hearing.

She wondered what worlds lay before her, what life would she have to adapt to in Los Angelos? She briefly wondered if he had friends there, a new family he swore to protect. How would they take to her? She felt her stomach clench inside of her and she recalled that she hadn’t eaten in several days and would probably live to regret that. She was going to have to go vegan for him, and she knew she had little choice in the matter...Sam’s blood was still strong on the back of her tongue, she tasted of burnt sugar, hickory and watermelon....She hoped it would be enough to sustain her.

She wondered how long it would be until he could trust her, how long would he keep her caged? Would he hide her from his friends? There was so many questions she wanted the answers too....she wanted to know her new rules.

So she could start breaking them.

This was going to be a blast.
William Pratt: remember?railroadxspike on February 7th, 2013 05:34 pm (UTC)
This was why Spike had spent so much time away from the house back in the day. It was like living in a damned soap opera with the mood swings and drama and sudden changes of heart. Then again, what did one expect when you live with three women and a pounce all under one cozy little roof? Sometimes Spike churned up trouble just to get Drusillas attention, she was always so involved in whatever was going on between the triad that was Darla, Barbara and Angelus.

He remembered once, Angelus and Spike had left, gone away for a few weeks and left the girls alone. They had come back and Barbara was quiet, which was odd because she was going through a phase at the time where she was just as much of a trouble maker as he was, maybe even worse because she could get away with more. Angelus had a soft spot for her and mostly just chuckled at her blood-smeared grin. Darla had been harping at him for weeks to ethier train her right, keep her on a leash or get rid of her. Angelus had only nodded and said yes darling and whatever it was he had to do to keep her happy as head of the household. At the end of the day, nothing was really ever done, her cries of pain melted into cries of pleasure within moments and Spike remembered Darla glowering in the other room.

Drusilla had always giggled with her hands over her mouth and then came to see Spike asking for a punishment she didn’t deserve but he gave to her anyway, because it was what she needed from him.

She was quiet, and she kept her eyes down and kept her distance from Angelus even when he had tried to approach her. It didn’t take long to find out why, Drusilla had whispered to Spike that her Grand-mummy had been quite cross and wicked. Spike had found Drusilla bathing her sister later and her body was littered with scars, burns and bruises. There was evidence of bones broken that he had to break and reset himself because Drusilla just didn’t know how and they would heal wrong if he hadn’t. He had reported this to Angelus who was silent for a long moment before going to see his childe, who backed herself into a corner until Angelus was finally fed up and ripped the clothing from her body to see the evidence himself.

Darla had merely hung back, a smug smile on her face that said she did what Angelus should have done a long time ago, made the girl learn her place. Angelus was at a loss for words for the first time Spike had seen, but he never left the girl alone with Darla again. If he had too for whatever reason, he made Spike stay with her.

“Right then,” He announced to the room, breaking the staring contest between Angel and Barbara, and bringing Sams eyes toward him slowly, as if they couldn’t believe he’d interrupt such a precious moment. Ugh. Women... “If you two are going to snog or bump uglies or...whatever it is you plan on doing with one another can we...not do it in this room. Or hey! Better yet! How about not in my bloody city at all! That sounds like a grand idea.”

He heard Sam chastise him with a hissing tone and he shrugged. “What!?” He asked, a little louder than what was needed, “We all know he’s gonna drag her back and show her off like it’s pretty women.” Did Spike just admit he’d seen that movie? Nope, keep moving. “How you gonna do that by the way mate? Any ideas? Your lot of Angels Avengers are gonna have her staked the second you leave them alone with her. You plan on hiding her, or maybe just keeping her caged up until the human is out of her system? I’ve gone through those withdrawals man, and so have you, it ain’t gonna be pretty, you don’t keep an eye on her...she’s gonna slip.”

"You have avengers?" He heard Barbara ask, apparently completely missing the whole point of Spikes little rant and he sighed, wiping his hand over his eyes. “She’s hopeless.” He mumbled, and looked at Sam who was biting her lip to keep from smiling. “You’re not much better, Lord what have I gotten myself into?”

He mumbled some time of curse as he pushed past Angel, bumping into his shoulder as he did so. Where he was headed he had no idea. He had to think, mostly because he knew everything he had just said about Barbara was true also about Samantha. She’d have to go bloodless or the slayer would have both their hides.

This was going to take some work..
wildlyinnocent: Paint a shadow on my heartwildlyinnocent on February 10th, 2013 03:08 pm (UTC)
Sam was shocked, yet not at the same time as she witnessed everything happening before her. She'd lost her sire the second that she let the bastard bite her again, so she was not even close to being surprised when she would bow down to him and worry about him more than her own childe, her own best friend. She listened to her speaking to him, whispering to him, telling him that she could still see Angelus behind his eyes. If she looked, she was sure that she would be able to see it too, but that didn't mean Angel was going to have to bring him out again, he was going to have to keep him under control, or else Sam would come after him.

She wasn't entirely sure if she would even have a chance against him. Right now? Probably not. But if she had time. Time to get ready, time to practice her magic and make it stronger, she was sure that she would be able to come up against Angelus if Angel let him out, to protect her sire, to protect her best friend. She knew that if he came back, from all the stories, he would come after everyone she loved, including Spike and herself, and she would be ready for him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Spike finally spoke, and it was almost like magic. Every feeling of anger that she felt rushing through her undead veins had disappeared. It was either the connection that she was having with him, or it was the voice that filters out of his mouth, but even with the smallest words, she could become calm. She both hated and wondered if that would last forever.

She heard her sire ask about the avengers, and a smile was beginning to form on her lips, but she had to bite it to stop herself. She took in a deep unneeded breath as he shoved past Angel and disappeared. He wasn't in the house anymore, the sound of the door opening and closing signalled hat he was gone. She shook her head then, and began to finish dressing what little she had to put on.

Moving to stand herself now, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, her eyes staring at both Barbara and Angel, but they were staring at each other. It was their world now, and she didn't exist in it anymore. Whatever the two of them had, was in the past, and it was going to stay in the past for the rest of their lives. Especially if she stayed with Angel. She also knew, that she wasn't going to have alone time with her sire anymore, that was over, they'd said their physical goodbye, and now, was the time to say her verbal. Tonight was the last night she was going to see her, in a very long time, maybe even forever. She could handle this.

"So i guess that this is it." she said, finally causing her sire to look at her, she gave her a small smile. "Don't look at me like that, B. You know it is, I know it is. You're leaving, and i'm not going to see you again. The second you let him reclaim you… We both knew that you were going to go back and live with him. I'm okay with that, as long as you're happy. I don't want you sitting there, being treated like the dog that you wish you were to him, you're not like that anymore. You've become you're on person - don't let him take that away from you."
wildlyinnocent: Wont look backwildlyinnocent on February 10th, 2013 03:08 pm (UTC)
Her eyes turned to Angel, "And I swear to God, even if you are her sire or the biggest, badass vampire out there… You harm her, more than what she actually wants.. I will hunt you down, and I will rip you apart limb by limb. Starting with your most prized possession." she spat, moving a few steps toward them, "Don't leave Los Angeles, I need to know where you are, at all times, so that I don't have to chase you around the world if you ever do hurt her." she turned toward her sire now, and gave her a small smile.

"Be good to yourself. I'll go and follow the bleached blonde… Give you some time to get the clothes outta here without the two of us parading around the mansion.. I know Spike won't be able to control himself as much as I can." she teased lightly. "At least write, or call me.. whenever you can.. I'm not just your childe.. I'm your best friend… I have been for eighty years." she said, moving closer to Barbara and wrapping her arms around her, hugging her gently, yet firmly. "I love you B." Pulling away, she brushed her hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her lips and then her forehead, before turning and leaving, only to cast a glare at Angel before finally leaving the mansion and following Spike's scent.

He apparently didn't get too far, he was smoking, leaning against the mansion's back wall. She gave him a small smile, "I'm not as hopeless as you'd like to think I am."
angelusdarkness: Taken Heartangelusdarkness on February 10th, 2013 04:13 pm (UTC)
Angel did not like the fact that he had let Angelus out of his cage, even for just a few moments. He hated when it came down to that. He hated when he became so weak that he couldn't keep him locked up, but he also hated that even when he was strong enough, Angelus was still there, he could still be seen by those who knew him. The one that he didn't want to see Angelus, was the one that could, and it broke his heart.

Even though he knew she could see him staring into her eyes, see Angelus reflecting back at her, he couldn't take his eyes from hers. He could see a calm behind his own storm and it made him feel… well… calm. She was the only one that could easily keep Angelus at bay, even when he was Angelus. Buffy was never able to, she could keep Angel in check, but Angelus was a storm. Barbara on the other hand, had been around Angelus from the very beginning, she knew how to keep the demon in check, she knew what he liked, and what he didn't like. Even though most of the time she pushed his buttons on purpose so that she could get the reaction she knew she would get.

He heard Sam finally beginning to move, and waited for the words to leave her lips, but what came out, he was a little surprised at how bold she was being. "So i guess that this is it. Don't look at me like that, B. You know it is, I know it is. You're leaving, and i'm not going to see you again. The second you let him reclaim you… We both knew that you were going to go back and live with him. I'm okay with that, as long as you're happy. I don't want you sitting there, being treated like the dog that you wish you were to him, you're not like that anymore. You've become you're on person - don't let him take that away from you."

Angelus was even more surprised now that she was indeed Barabra's childe. The mouth on her, and the words she expressed. The confidence, and the anger, and the beauty that radiated off of her, it just screamed that she had been Spike's just to make him angry. He was also sure that if Spike had gotten to Samantha eighty years ago… their bond would have outworn his with Drusilla. Just as it seemed to be now. They were perfect for each other.. they matched each other and challenged each other in ways that Drusilla and Spike never could. She was going to be good for the peroxide freak.

"And I swear to God, even if you are her sire or the biggest, badass vampire out there… You harm her, more than what she actually wants.. I will hunt you down, and I will rip you apart limb by limb. Starting with your most prized possession. Don't leave Los Angeles, I need to know where you are, at all times, so that I don't have to chase you around the world if you ever do hurt her."

His eyebrow bean to rise as she threatened him. Yep, she was definitely going to be perfect with Spike. He was glad that she was going to be staying here with him, rather than following Barbara and himself to Los Angeles, he knew he didn't have it in him to look after another Spike, not as Angel at least. She'd be too untamed.

The glare and the slight hiss that escaped her before she left had Angel raising a brow and shaking his head. "That girl… I cannot see how she is your childe, she is so different from you." he commented, "I guess that's why you chose her right? Because she wasn't a carbon copy of you." That is what went wrong with all the other ones she'd tired, they were all like her - they went crazy when they were turned, and full of insane bloodlust, to the point where they had to be put down. Sam… Sam was different, she was controlled, it was definitely something that Barbara had needed to become the vampiress that she had.

"Alright, go and get your stuff. It's time to go… We've got a few hours until sunrise and it will take us just that amount to get to LA."
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on February 27th, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
"That girl… I cannot see how she is your childe, she is so different from you. I guess that's why you chose her right? Because she wasn't a carbon copy of you Alright, go and get your stuff. It's time to go… We've got a few hours until sunrise and it will take us just that amount to get to LA."

“Yeah, yeah,” Barbara mumbled, wincing slightly at the sound of his fingers snapping. Her eyes raised toward Angel and she smiled weakly, one look in her eyes and she knew that he hadn’t forgotten that he was still horribly pissed off at her and was planning on...something. She could never tell what, but there was something forming in his brain. There always was. She leaned up on her tip toes and captured his mouth before nuzzling her head underneath his chin. “Just give me a moment okay? My stuffs in my room, I just have...one more loose end I need to tie up.”

"Kitten..." He growled, his tone tense...

“Just..give me this one thing...” She pleaded, “Then...you can do whatever you want with me. Promise.” Her tone was suggestive, velvety. It worked like a charm. He nodded. She smiled. He went up to her room to get her things, she walked in the direction that Spike went.

She found Spike and Sam around the back of the mansion, Spike was smoking a cigarette and Barbara went up and took it from him without asking, taking a long hit of it. Spike looked at her for a long moment before pulling out another one and lighting it. "Don't think your Angels-babys gonna be too excited about that habit there Kitten, He responded, nodding toward the cigarette. Barbara smiled a bit. “Yes I’m aware, the last time he caught me smoking he put it out on my tongue.”

She felt Sam flinch behind her, she smiled, so did Spike. Then the two elder vampires started chuckling. “I remember that.” He looked toward Sam, “Stupid bitch held out her tongue like she was told too. Idiot.”

She waved him off, “I was proving a point.”

"That point being ‘hey! put it out on my tongue! I‘ll make it easy Ahhhhhhh...'" Spike broke out into a fit of laughter. Barbara smirked a bit, crossing her arms. “I still can’t taste salt that well.” She snorted a bit at her own words and shook her head before turning back toward Sam.

“Things are....different...than the world I’ve showed you Sam. I’ve lied to you alot, to keep you safe.... but I’ll be alright. You can ask Spike, I’m a tank, I was built for this.... This...this is what I was created for...You need to stop worrying about me, because I’ve been talking to Spike here....There’s a storm coming. You sure you don’t want to head out with Angel and I?”

There was a pause, and she stared into Sam’s eyes as if trying to see into the soul she knew wasn’t there. There was a silent conversation, one that only could happen between a sire and a childe, between Samantha Wild and Barbara O’Connor. Barbara nodded. “No, I didn’t think I’d be able to talk you out of it. Spike here is gonna be showing you a little bit of my world...our world...Be brave Sam...you can take it....hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up topping him at the end of all of this.” She heard Spike snort behind her and she rolled her eyes, smiling at her childe.
Barbara O'Connor: corruptchaoticxbarbara on February 27th, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
“I’m not abandoning you Samantha...I’m letting you go so you can fly, the only thing I’ll ever be able to provide you with is iron wings...but....if...” She stepped forward, lowered her voice. “I’m only a few towns away....a few hours drive, a nights run if that...” She pressed her lips to Sams lips, and then to her forehead.

“I need you to go inside now, just for a moment.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I need to speak to your boyfriend for just one second, mono e mono.”

She turned slowly back toward Spike, waited until she heard a door shut behind her, and then another...She crossed the distance between Spike and herself. “You will take care of her...won’t you?”

"You know the answer to that kitten."

“Good. Then I’ll only have to say this once, if you screw up...if you hurt her or make her cry...” Her hand suddenly grabbed his groin, squeezing painfully hard, “You’ll wish that the only thing I do is remove this.” She released it, and when she did, he let out a breathe. She took a step back then, and turned around, but just as she heard Spike start to relax, swear under his breathe she took another hit off her cigarette and then turned and punched him square in the face. He tackled her to the ground and she hit it with a hard thud. He blacked her eye before she could fight him off, but once she vamped she was able to get on top of him, she laced her fingers through his hair and slammed his head against the ground, again, and again. She punched him, and she felt his nose break underneath her fist. She knew it would heal within only a few hours. She sat up then, straddling him and grabbed him by the front of her shirt.

“If you didn’t already understand, that was for touching what was mine without my fucking permission.” Spike looked at her and spit, she was sprayed with his blood. She licked her lips and grinned. “You still taste like sweet-tarts.”

By the time she made her way around the bend to where Angel was in his car she saw he had already packed all of her stuff. Sam was leaning against the wall in the shadows, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Angel. She stopped about halfway between Sam and Angel and fished around in her pocket, she found the keys to her car and looked at Sam, tossing them in her direction. Sam caught them without trying and then looked at Barbara, long and hard. She smiled, and got into the passenger side of the car.

She turned and grinned at Angel who was staring at her with slightly widened eyes. She had shown up covered in scratches, dirt and blood with a blackened eye. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not my blood.”

She leaned back in the seat and put her feet up on the dash-board, trekking dust and mud against the clean interior as she did.