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01 August 2012 @ 08:40 pm
Why do we fall?  
Characters: Angel and Barbara
Time: Afternoon
Location: Angel's Mansion
Thread Status: Open to Barbara

"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt right now angel, but don't think I'm looking the other way. I'm watching you, and if you fuck this up… If you hurt her again… Sam will want to stake you, and I will not have any problem whatsoever in helping to accomplish that. She's been through enough because of you.. you do what I'm guessing you're gonna do again.. there may be no coming back for her. Tread carefully Angel."

The bleached blonde vampires words still echoed in his head, and Angel couldn't help himself from growling deep in his throat.

He knew that the vampire was right in his wording, but that really didn't mean that he had to like what was coming out of his mouth, or like the fact that they were directed completely at him. Hitting him straight in the heart as if it were an actual stake.

But he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to become Angelus again, that was one of the things he would always regret.. He would always regret the way that Angelus had treated the beautiful little vampire.

He turned toward her, about to speak, but he felt as if his voice was stuck in his throat.

Now see this here, this was one of the problems when it came down to being Angel. Whenever things got tense with someone that he really truly cared about, he got completely tongue tied. He never knew what to say, and if he spoke, he basically became a stupid bumbling idiot again. He became a drunk teenager that was never good at speaking his heart. Well he was, but, it didn't always bode well for him.

Something always went wrong.

Taking in a deep breath, he moved toward his childe and gently wrapped her up in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, burying her nose into her hair as he gently ran his fingers through the silky strands.

"He's not wrong about wanting to feel that way about me.." he whispered. "he's anything but wrong, for once in his life, Spike is actually right and it scares me." he admitted. "I hate the fact that Angelus looms over my head, that he could come back at any moment of pure happiness, and I know that somewhere down the line that it's going to hit us square in the face, and I really don't want that to happen for you. You've become… such a strong vampire.. such a strong woman.." he paused again. "And i'm so proud of that."

"I'm so proud of what you've become.. Angelus may not be happy with it, but there isn't a bone in Angel's body that isn't proud. You're beautiful, and you're strong, and you've left that little Kitten behind.." he heard a soft purr and laughed softly, "Okay, maybe not completely, but enough that she's not scared of the life that she lives. And… if Angelus comes out, he's going to destroy you, and I don't think i could handle that."

He pulled away, holding her at arms length and pushed some of her hair from her face, so that he could look at her. "I'm not good for you, Barbara. And it kills me to say that, because for years I have felt completely empty, not knowing what was wrong with me, until now.. until I finally saw your face again, and i knew what i had been missing.. i had been missing you. It'll kill me if he comes out and hurts you.. I wouldn't be able to live with it."
angelusdarkness: Evil is thy natureangelusdarkness on September 13th, 2012 01:08 am (UTC)
Angel had followed his girls scent all over Sunnydale. She was really getting good at this game, and he could not help but wonder, if her ant her little new favourite, Sam, had been playing this game.

A grin began to form on his lips as he thought about it.. He could just picture it now.. Sam misbehaving, and then Barbara chasing her all around town, using the tricks that Barbara seemed to be using in that exact moment. Using her blood to throw off his scent, back track and go another way. Putting bloody clothing on a human and making her scent the strongest there, as the blood has accumulated and seeped deep into the cloth.

He also couldn't, and wouldn't for the life of him, stop the image of Barbara taking her over her knee and spanking her until her ass, or her hand, went completely as red as a beet. She sounds that her skin would make on the other vampire's skin made a shiver go up Angel's spine, and he almost wondered how Spike and her relationship was going to be. Was he going to be all timid yet a love sick puppy like he was with Drusilla? Was he going to be in it a lot more than watch her disappear into the darkness with another vampire who could satisfy her needs? Was he going to tie her to a bed and beat her senseless until she screamed out her orgasm before he even touched her?

Everything was up in the air with that vampire. He also didn't really know Sam, just enough to know that she wasn't anything like his own Childe. So he doubted that she would let him beat her into a sexual submission. He almost had a feeling he would be the one, but it would be nice to finally see Spike grow a backbone, it had been a long time sine he was first changed. It was time to grow the backbone and a pair of balls.

Angel was closer than his little Kitten thought he was. He had made it to the bar a good half an hour after his Kitten had destroyed the place and turned it into an all out brawl.

He knew what she had done before he even entered the bar. He could hear the shouting, the yelling, the glass breaking, and he knew he would regret it, because he knew that she wasn't in there, her scent was fading, but he was unable to help himself. He opened the door, letting it swing until it hit the wall on the other side and he looked around at all the demons and vampires who were going at each others throats. They were slamming glass bottles of booze on tables and stabbing at other demons, sticking it in them and Angel couldn't help but sigh.

He was turning away, leaving the bar when he felt something wet, hard, and sharp hit the back of his head. He let his right hand slip up into his hair, he could feel the wetness of alcohol, and then he could feel stinging and he realized that he was bleeding. He slowly turned around just in time to be tackled to the ground by an overgrown lizard like demon, halfway across the alley.

Angel didn't want trouble. He didn't go there to kill demons or vampires, all the wanted to do was take his Kitten back to LA and keep her safe. But no, of course nothing would go to plan. Nothing ever went to plan when Angel was well… planning it.

He let out a groan as he situated his leg underneath the lizard and flipped him up and over, sending him flying into the wall behind them. He flipped up immediately onto his feet, and when he turned to face the demon, he had his vampire visage to the fore and he was growing, barring his fanged teeth. Just.. just daring the stupid demon to come clawing its way toward him and wanting a fight.

And that is exactly what the idiot did.

He came barreling toward him, and Angel was ready, he braced for the impact, and the rushing lizard sent them back into the bar, in the middle of the fight and it left Angel right dead centre. In the glass. The fists. The grunting. If it were him and his family.. it would be a moment he would treasure and Angelus would probably get off on.. but this.. this was far from pleasurable. They were keeping him from his kitten… and he would not stand this.

He was going to fight his way through all these idiots, and then he would find her.

He would find her.

He would punish her.

And he would take her to Los Angeles kicking and screaming.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on September 19th, 2012 06:33 pm (UTC)
Barbara would be lying if she tried to tell anyone that her walk back to the mansion wasn't one of the best, most relaxing walks she had had in a long time. Now usually such a walk would the perfect ending to a hunt - and of course, a nice warm meal, but somehow the days events had led her to the same satisfied ending. Well, slightly satisfied anyway.

She had burned a lot of energy today, and hadn't eaten when she had sent Sam off with Spike. She tried to remember the last time she had, and her fingers ran over her stomach as she did so. It growled in response and she remembered faintly the times Angelus had scolded her for letting play get in the way of taking care of herself. There were times when she wouldn't eat for days, sometimes weeks at a time because she was just too preoccupied to remember to do so. It a was a habit that even now she had trouble breaking. She was glad she was heading home then, her mind focused on things other than the fact that she could swear her stomach was screaming at her to sink her teeth into the closest available meat-bag and drain them of their delicious life-force.

She reminded herself of who she had allowed herself to be bound too - he came with a whole new set of rules that had nothing to do with orgasms, or clothing or posture. Though she was sure these things still had their time and place. She had decided to give up her thrill of causing death to those Spike now deemed so innocent and worth protecting when she had vowed to bring Sam here. The decision was the same, the idea behind it was just different.

She'd have to control herself, at least until she got home and was able to sink her teeth into one of those bags of human blood Spike had been so kind of to fill their fridge up with. It wouldn't be easy of course, not having a soul or a leash in your mind can make that self control thing just...such a hard thing to overcome. It was like when she had to force herself to start flossing, or when she tried to quit smoking. As she thought about it all she had lit up a cigarette without really thinking about it. Angelus had always hated her smoking, she remembered fondly the times he had put her cigarettes out on her delicate little flesh, she remembered the burns like kisses and her whimper and soft-screaming like laughter.

She exhaled the smoke slowly, and she felt a twinge that reached all the way down to her core, straight to her clit and hold her tightly. Her breathing quickened as her pace did, her urge to go home driving her faster and faster down her way. There was a certain peacefulness to this night now, and a skip in her step. Maybe she was just happy to be winning the game she had forever lost against Angelus. She couldn't wait to be able to tell Angel he had lost his touch and she had gained leverage over the years.

He'd make her pay for that, and for so much more. She could only hope.

She climbed a tall oak tree outside of the mansion instead of just strutting in the front door because that would have been too easy now wouldn't it? She swung herself into the third floor of the house, the balcony that connected to the room she had chosen for herself. The room that had smelt strongly of Angel when she had chosen it, stale, but Angel. She didn't enter the house just yet, she sat on the ledge of the balcony for a long time, just looking up at the stars and smoking her cigarette. Her leg dangled over the side, swinging along with the soft breeze. She was hoping to see Angel coming up across the grave-yard, following her trail back home, but an entire cigarette later and he was no where to be found. She put out her cigarette on the sole of her boot and swung her legs around to the balcony.

Such a shame, how far behind her he was, but she had to admit, it made her a little proud. At least it would give her time to say...whatever it was she was going to say to Sam. Was it goodbye? Was it I love you? Was it anything other than she knew that this is where Sam needed to be, and that it was not where she needed to be?

She supposed she'd figure that out when she got there. All the while as she moved to enter her home, that same cocky smile lay splayed across her features for all the world to see.