TITLE: Reverence 

Author: Nocturnal Willow

E-Mail: crimsonjennifer@yahoo.com 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy, Angel, Willow, Giles, Faith, or any of the characters portrayed here, nope ..They are the property of The WB, Fox Studios, possibly the UPN, Joss and many others I don’t know. I own the plot thought.

Rating: R 

Pairing: Buffy/Angelus

Location: My website, Tarnished Halo 

Author’s notes: Set Suring season 2 Just whipped this one out, honestly, how is it???



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Inspiration Challenge #64: Write a Drabble that is a scene where someone is turned. 

Reverence

Angelus POV

I watch her yet again. Part of me is revolted by her, after all she is my sworn emery, and for this I want to own her. She puts up a brave front, but underneath is a scared little girl. I like scared little girls. She has been looking for me. I know that much because I watch her. I send her little presents. I want her to know I still care, in my own special way. She tried to make me feel human, but I am death. With each present, I remind her of what death feels like. I want her knowing that her death will soon be here. After all, she is still my girl. No one is allowed to touch her. 



Tonight, I have such plans for my girl. I send the vampires to their inevitable demise, but they go. One of them was a boy who wanted her, Owen I think. He wanted danger; he got it tenfold. The other is a man she saved three days ago. I made sure that he tells her she failed to save him. I have made sure that the minions know the play with her, wear her down. My ripe peach is almost ready for picking. I watch as she stakes them. Oh, yes, my peach is ready for me. 



I emerged from behind the trees. She doesn't look pleased to see me. I will change that for her. "Miss me lover?" 



"What do you want?" She asks. I hear the ice in her voice, but I notice the light in her eyes. They sparkle like twilight. 



"Word on the street is you are looking for me." 



"It has to end." She says. "I'm sorry." 



She lunges at me. I sidestep her easily. We fight like the old days. She puts up a good fight. I can see the light in her eyes going out. She is tiring of the fight. I only defend myself, letting her aggressions work for me. I pin her against the crypt. Her body fits against mine in a perfect way. My teeth find her neck and slide into her. She whimpers while I drink her essence into me. Her blood is so strong, so intense. I pull my head away from her. I look into those eyes. I wonder can she see me? 



I tilt her head, admiring how she looks, slumped against the crypt, blood seeping from her throat. I return to licking her throat. The taste is strong, like Altoids, but so wonderful. I cut my neck and press her wet lips to it. I press into her as she welcomes my blood into her. Just as I took her essence, she will have a taste of me. Just as she was once my sun, now I will be her beacon, her master and the god she will pray to. And in death, we shall live happily ever after.