Sample for Vamp!Wesley (Wesley/Lilah)
I could hear her before she even set a foot on my floor with her three thousand dollar prada’s. Could smell her before she stood in front of my door. My new senses worked on overload, everything seemed so much sharper now. Scent, sight, hearing, touch…feeling.
Though that was different. There was still love, compassion, care…but different. My whole perspective on that had changed, catapulted my world into the next dimension. But the anger, the hate, the loathing, those were still there. Only double by a hundred fold, more intense, more there. I craved it, just as I now craved blood, violence, dominance, obedience, complete and utter control.
It had been four days since I’ve stumbled in here, confused, delirious, anxious…afraid. It had been four days since I’ve fed and it was noticeable. The drumbeat of her heart as she came nearer the door called out to me in a tune only I knew. Her blood reached to me like a sirens call.
Four days ago my world changed. Again. Only this time there was no turning back, no ‘do over’. Nothing left but this.
And I love every second of it. For now….and eternity.
It had taken me some effort to get Justine to talk, but finally she cracked. Told me where I could find Angel. I owed him after I tried to ‘rescue’ him and Connor. And the world needed it’s champion back. After that, after I had fished him out of the bloody ocean and dropped him off with his *family* it would be over. I would be done, wash my hands of them all and move on.
For weeks I’d been looking now. Day in, day out, with Justine and her running comments on the dingy boat. I wasn’t going to give up though, I would find him, I knew I would. And it was that day my luck finally arrived. Little did I know how true those thoughts were. How soon they’d come to par, how soon my luck would change even more.
Angel was delirious when I got him out of water and pulled of the lid. His hand shot out and went for my throat. “I should have killed you,” he rasped, dead eyes locking with mine.
We both stared at each other until I was able to pry his hand loose. For someone who spend the better part of three months under the ocean he was still strong. I grabbed the blood I had taken with me to feed him. Angel gulped it down, starved and craving for something more. I knew he needed more and he’d get it, but first the edge needed to be gone.
“Connor?” Angel rasped, causing a pang of pain to go through me.
“He’s not here,” I muttered, tossing away the last bag. “You need something stronger.”
Angel just looked at me with narrowed eyes when I slashed my arm open and proceeded to feed him my own blood. My life, as it turned out to be. I’m still not sure what happened then, but when I decided that enough had been enough, - I do need my blood to function - and pulled away my arms, I suddenly found myself on the floor.
There was a brief moment of déjà vu being pinned down by Angel’s bulk on top of me. At least this time he was wearing clothes. And he smelled of decay, salt, I thought briefly before his face was thrust close to mine.
“You,” Angel snarled. “You’re mine! How could you betray me like that. You’re mine, it’s time to teach you a lesson, boy. Show you who you belong to, show you what your place is. Think you’re the boss?” The smile he gave me chilled me to the bone, a shiver running through me that had nothing to do with the cold, wet figure on top of me. I could hear someone screaming in the distance, and there was a brief thought of Justine, but I had other problems right now.
“*Mine,*” Angel growled low and throaty, game face sliding down. I don’t think I realized what was going on until I could feel his fangs piercing my throat. I most certainly didn’t seem to fight it much. Perhaps I didn’t care, perhaps I welcomed it, welcomed death, penance, Angel being the judge, the jury and the executioner.
Maybe I didn’t care.
I could feel my heart beating slower, and it wasn’t until I started to grow so very, very tired that I thought I should perhaps put up a fight. ‘Too late’, came to mind when I heard someone whimpering from afar. Justine? Angel? I’ve no idea. Someone saying he was sorry, over and over again and urging me not to die, not to leave him. There was a cool liquid pressed against my lips and I drank without hesitation.
Then the world went dark.
Forever.
When I woke up, Angel was gone. I was confused, disoriented and very, very hungry. There was a snack aboard though. Stumbling up from the floor, I tilted my head at Justine and smiled. My smile grew even bigger when she started to scream and curse. She had tasted bitter, dark, the fear giving it an extra edge. When I was done, I tossed her out into the ocean and got into my car to get back to my place.
Four days ago.
That was four days ago. I’d been sitting here in the dark ever since then. Hiding in the closet at first, in Justine’s cage. It felt safe and secure while I tried to work things out. All I could piece together was that Angel had made me one of his. His kind, his child, his… Why? I intended to find out, thank him and then give him hell.
Now I was sitting here, listening to her approaching. I’d been waiting for her. Nearly growling in anticipation and excitement. My body certainly reacted right away to her presence and that without her actually being in the room. I couldn’t wait for her to join me, it wouldn’t take much. She would gladly follow me in my arms and down here in our very own, comfortable, personal hell.
My lady of darkness.
My final push into the gray area.
My princess, my queen.
My mouth curved up in a smile as I heard her unlock the door. My tongue ran over my teeth as I slid my face back into my human form. I was hungry and craving company for the rest of my life. The answer to all my problems, my dreams, my nightmares had arrived.
“Lilah,” I whispered.