Destiny (A Missing Scenes Ficlet)
Chapter Two: Providence
Rating: M
Pairing: William/Angelus
Word Count: 345
Warnings: Angelus is lusting, just your typical vampire stuff, blood drinking, missing scene: destiny
Summary: A look at the wedding massacre.
~London, 1880~
God, William was glorious when he was on the attack. Angelus found it hard to tear his eyes away from the boy as he tore into the broad neck of one of the young groomsmen, the fledge’s demon face more enticing even than that of the pretty bride that trembled in his grasp. The smell of fear that pervaded the air was soon joined by that of arousal as the blood took effect upon the younger vampire, and Angelus’ cock twitched in his trousers at the enticing scent.
Knocking the bride unconscious for later use, Angelus let her slump to the stone floor of the dias to focus his full attention on William as he fed from one of the final surviving wedding party. His eyes were closed, his body undulating with each deep pull of blood from the slim throat of the young woman he held tightly to him, the movement of their swaying bodies mimicking those of passionate lovers, the dying woman’s bosom swelling with her final breaths, her lips parting on soft moans as she weakened in William’s bracing hold. Angelus watched the sensual scene before him and felt his cock stir again, an unbidden thought sparking in his mind of what the fledge’s mouth would feel like on his skin, those arms holding him close as those pouty, bloodied lips traced a slow path southward, towards the source of his aching need.
Yes, he would have this boy, as he’d not cared to have James, nor even his own Childe, Penn. He would share this hunt and its aftereffects with William as he would with Darla or Dru, the bride drained between them until the strain of waiting became too much, as bloodlust gave way to lust for the feel of skin on skin. As he watched William take the final gulps of blood from the woman and snap her neck before tossing her atop the pile of torn bodies, Angelus smiled down on him, his decision made. Before the night was out, he would know the touch of those lips.
Rating: M
Pairing: William/Angelus
Word Count: 345
Warnings: Angelus is lusting, just your typical vampire stuff, blood drinking, missing scene: destiny
Summary: A look at the wedding massacre.
~London, 1880~
God, William was glorious when he was on the attack. Angelus found it hard to tear his eyes away from the boy as he tore into the broad neck of one of the young groomsmen, the fledge’s demon face more enticing even than that of the pretty bride that trembled in his grasp. The smell of fear that pervaded the air was soon joined by that of arousal as the blood took effect upon the younger vampire, and Angelus’ cock twitched in his trousers at the enticing scent.
Knocking the bride unconscious for later use, Angelus let her slump to the stone floor of the dias to focus his full attention on William as he fed from one of the final surviving wedding party. His eyes were closed, his body undulating with each deep pull of blood from the slim throat of the young woman he held tightly to him, the movement of their swaying bodies mimicking those of passionate lovers, the dying woman’s bosom swelling with her final breaths, her lips parting on soft moans as she weakened in William’s bracing hold. Angelus watched the sensual scene before him and felt his cock stir again, an unbidden thought sparking in his mind of what the fledge’s mouth would feel like on his skin, those arms holding him close as those pouty, bloodied lips traced a slow path southward, towards the source of his aching need.
Yes, he would have this boy, as he’d not cared to have James, nor even his own Childe, Penn. He would share this hunt and its aftereffects with William as he would with Darla or Dru, the bride drained between them until the strain of waiting became too much, as bloodlust gave way to lust for the feel of skin on skin. As he watched William take the final gulps of blood from the woman and snap her neck before tossing her atop the pile of torn bodies, Angelus smiled down on him, his decision made. Before the night was out, he would know the touch of those lips.