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| Title: The Waking Author: L.C. Pairing: Angelus/William Rating: R Setting: Fanged Four Days Drusilla waits for Darla to leave the next night before whispering to Angelus that she's saved him a surprise. "My sweet boy, Daddy, remember? The one that Darla laughed at." She pouts and pushes a finger up against his mouth. "But you musn't laugh, love. He's my beautiful boy and he tastes like birds." "Like birds, Dru?" Angelus snakes his tongue out to catch her finger. She giggles and yanks it away. "Oh, Daddy, he tastes--" She closes her eyes and sways in ecstasy, and whispers: "He tastes like ravens." Kisses Angelus softly, just a brief touch, but he can almost imagine the taste, as she means him to. Dru's boy might be worth a look, then. William, is his name, Drusilla says. William who is...sleepwalking when they find him. He sees Dru and comes alive, with terror and lust and the smell and Angelus. Wants him. Drusilla laughs softly. "Knew you'd love him, Daddy, wrapped him up all special just for you--" She takes an exaggerated step back. Angelus walks toward the boy, slowly, because he can. Sweet terrified blond child just standing there. Waiting for him. Until Angelus reaches out too swift to be seen and grabs him, darts outside with Dru at his heels. And William held tightly to his chest, trembling and keening in terror. Glancing behind him, Angelus realizes both he and Drusilla have slipped out of human face. Considers simply leaving it but the need to make this lovely child want him is too great and with an effort Angelus morphs back. Pulls William away from him and up against the alley wall. "My girl told me about you, William, but I simply had to see you for myself..." Angelus murmurs, running his fingers through William's soft hair. The boy stiffens and his touch and jerks away; Angelus pins him with one forceful movement. Grinds his hips deliberately and thinks: //No boy this one, Drusilla. A proper man you've brought me finally--// And it seems an appropriate thought on which to kiss William. Who is, oh gods yes, a man, whose mouth tastes of beer and salt and apples, fine and silky lips parting against his own. Angelus is faintly aware of Drusilla behind him, laughing and sighing and cooing. And touching herself, doubtless, but if he was to put on a show then it would be a good one-- William is in it, now, his long hands leaping over Angelus' back, shoulders, any place they can reach. When Angelus breaks the kiss he gasps for air, then hisses it out again as the vampire licks his neck. Angelus shudders at the sound and the whimpers that follow and drags his tongue once more up the pulsing artery, then growls and bites. William lets out a shocked yell that strangles and dies as Angelus starts to feed. Going alternately stiff and limp in his arms, making some long low sound that rattles his whole body and oh so sweet. Like ravens indeed. *** //Dying// his body screams, //dying,// but William can't hear it over the pounding in his head. Each pulse of blood that leaves him feels like god, like coming a thousand times and drowning in sweet syrup and his sister's perfume broken on the floor, smell so strong he cried. His arms are jerking furiously against the other man (who is, William knows, not one) but all he wants is to stay here and give and give and take this. More. More-- And he gets it, his swollen mouth pressed to the man's torn shoulder. Which he hardly tastes before the crazy woman takes his head to her breast and he suckles at the weeping wound, coaxing out the blood . Blood on his teeth in his hair and the man behind him still draining him as quick as William can steal it back. Above him the dark woman moaning and hissing like a wildcat colder and colder and cold until it's done and everything flashes white. Grey. Black. They both move away suddenly and he falls to his knees. Not feeling the pebbles that bite his skin but he can smell the sudden blood. It only makes him shudder more, with cold and cold and fear. And then the hunger. The woman (another flash and Drusilla her name is Dru) Drusilla lifts him as if he were a doll. Laughing and licking his face and behind him: Angelus, slips away and William realizes he can feel that too, then, their presence. Or absence. The word makes him ache and Drusilla stops his moan with a kiss. Teasing drops of blood ooze from her ravaged mouth but the cuts heal as quickly as he can tear them. His body is howling for blood and he sobs as he tears into her. Needing but she only giggles and pets his hair-- Hands heavy on his shoulders. His mouth on someone--some girl--pulse shrieking beneath his lips. William gnaws her throat 'til her face is drowned in blood. Licks her clean. And hears behind him Drusilla's delighted cries, Angelus' approving purr. //Dying, then,// he thinks. //So what of it?// --le fin-- Feedback |