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Overt Religiosity	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 11791 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Signs
           Caleb ate his dinner as Annabelle cleaned the kitchen after having cooked his meal. She always cooked for him and always had the food on the table. He finished his coffee and sighed slightly and Annabelle heard him.
           "Ni hao ma?" She said continuing to wash dishes without hesitation. Caleb stopped cold putting down his cup.
           "Annabelle," Caleb said starring straight forward, "What did you just say to me, darlin'?"
            Belle stopped washing the dishes realizing she'd spoken out of turn. Her hands shook a little bit she wiped them on her apron, and walked over to the table next to him her eyes turned downward. "I asked how you were." She said softly.
            Caleb looked up at her seeing she didn't realize she'd spoken in Chinese. She shivered a little and closed her eyes tight trying to stay brave not knowing what he was going to do to her for breaking his rules. He just starred at her before handing her his plate. Annabelle quickly took it and went back into the kitchen to get him more.
          He wiped his mouth on his napkin and tossed it aside before getting up from the table, "Finish cleaning up. Get yourself to bed." He said leaving the room. Belle stopped seeing him go not understanding his reaction, but at the same time feeling relieved.
          Caleb went down into the wine cellar and could feel the First's presence, "We're getting closer. Can't be but a few dozen of them potentials left on this here earth."
           "You're blushing bride is becoming quite well educated these days, isn't she." The first said coming out of the shadows, "If she's speaking Chinese . . .she must be up to at least half the language of the Slayer line.
           "All that knowledge is running out of places to go. It can only funnel into the few girls that are left. Looks like Annabelle's off the black list." Caleb said.
           "As long as you've done well in training her, then she'll be ready when the time comes." The first said walking close to him, "She's served us both well so far, Caleb. Her own family, the other Slayers could never hope to be as useful if they lived a million years.
             "How much longer we plannin' on keeping her ignorant of all this?" He asked.
            "She hasn't reached your level of understanding yet." The Evil being said. "She's bound by the rules of human superstitions. Right now it's her loyalty to you as her husband that keeps her blind to your deeds. You can and have killed and tortured little girls in the same room with her and she won't bat an eye. It's invisible to her because of you. She receives all the powers of a Slayer and that might change. All those centuries of goodness, protectiveness, overwhelming need to do what's right, could override a wife's devotion."
             "Not my Belle." Caleb snapped.
             The First smirked when Caleb responded that way, "Not as much of a simple tool to you as she used to be. Is she." Caleb didn't respond to what he considered to be an accusation. "You married her before you ever met me, Caleb. You think I don't know that there is loyally in your union with her that goes both ways?"
             He grit his teeth slightly, "I don't know what you're talkin' about. If she turns on me I'll slit her throat like any other dirty whore." He was silent a moment before he added, "After a few days anyway."
            "Torturing her in every conceivable way locked up in that wonderfully inventive, evil, genius and grotesque min of yours won't close the gash it will make if she betrays you. Will it." The First said directly never sugarcoating it's words and cutting straight to the heart. With those final words it disappeared into thin air.
Hypocrisy
          Caleb stood bare chested near the wall watching Annabelle sleep. He held his blade tight in his fist, his knuckles against his lips. The knife that he'd killed hundreds of girls with, looking into their eyes seeing their last thoughts and emotions, hearing them gasp their last breath.
          His mind turned over and over the words that the First said as he observed the delicate and graceful way she lay, each gentle breath, each soft movement of her breast in her nightgown.
           All women disgusted him, the dirty nasty way they whored themselves around to anyone that came along. The tricks and manipulative games they played to middle a mans mind and pull him down into the filth with them. The disrespectful words coming from their mouths each time they parted their lips, none of them knowing their place. The way they opened their legs to swallow a mans senses to get whatever they wanted, making men weak and foolish.
           Annabelle had never invoked those thoughts or feelings of hatred and disgust from him. He wanted her from the first moment he saw her, when she was still a child. At a parish picnic in the spring, sitting in a field of green among the daises that were all in bloom. The sun shining on her hair made it seem as though she was glowing. She wore a cream colored dress and blew bubbles into the air just marveling at the colors they turned in the sunlight. It was the purest, most innocent vision he ever saw. She must have been about seven or eight then.
           He watched her for hours like this at night, and even in the darkness of the windowless room, she still seemed to have a glow about her that came from the inside of her somewhere. Even now trying to conjure the feelings he had towards all other women, they wouldn't come. He didn't want to cut her up, take her apart, tear her flesh from her bones, he wanted her whole and intact. To feel her milky white skin, the warmth of her body in his arms,.
           She was something else, something special, something he couldn't explain or even fully comprehend and it disturbed him to dwell on it somewhat. Not knowing what made her so different from all the other females of this earth and even set her apart from the potentials and Slayers she was indirectly related to.
           Caleb looked at the knife in his hand and could hear the screams of the girls it had separated their souls from their sinful flesh as clearly as if it was happening this moment. No, if he were to kill Annabelle, if that day ever came . . . it would be with a new, clean, unsoiled blade. It would be so sharp it would make a scalpel seem like a dull spoon.
            He put the knife down on the table he stood next to. No, she was his, he wanted her, he took her, she belonged to him now. He took her before, and he'd take her again, as many times as he would have to so she'd never forget or doubt that she was bound to him in this life and the next. Forever.
            He walked over and grabbed the blankets throwing them off her, Belle woke startled but Caleb pushed her down into the mattress as he lay over her and began consuming her mouth like a ferrous animal pouncing on it's prey without so much as a word. She began to struggle only half awake and not knowing what was happening.
            Caleb was far stronger then her, as he was stronger then everyone else even the Slayers since he merged with the First. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them beneath her head as he forced her body flat beneath him with his own. He kissed her again, if it could be called that, rubbing his body against the lengths of hers keeping her held down and at his mercy. "Hold still now, honey. You know it only hurts you more when you fight it."
            Annabelle looked up into his eyes as he came into focus and she settled down seeing it was him. She might have been able to speak different languages, but she certainly didn't have a Slayer's strength. Not yet anyway.
            "This is how I like to have you . . .somewhere between worlds. Looking into your eyes starrin' up at me. So trustin', so sleepy and obedient . . . so . . . . mine . . ." He devoured her mouth once more rubbing himself against her already beyond aroused at the thought of making her helpless this way however unnecessary it was. His lips tore apart from hers breathing deep more then ready to take her.
              Sliding her hands behind her head under the pillow he held them together with one hand freeing his other, and reached down pulling up her nightgown over her hip, before releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. Pressing against her entrance he thrust deep inside her causing her eyes to close tight and cry out softly at the sensation. She wasn't ready not fully awake or prepared to take him and it was painful.
              Caleb grinned slightly at the sound as he began to thrust himself deep within her body over and over again feeling her entire body tense up against him and her legs clamp around his waist as if trying to hold him back however futile it was. Now she was finally starting to become wet as he worked himself inside her and his thrusts became smoother and deeper with each passing moment. Leaning down he bit into her neck hearing her cry out again and gasp for air, the pain causing her eyes to roll back slightly. He was relentless as his hips pumped against her thighs as his free hand moved up under her nightgown again and he grasped one of her plump breasts in his hand.
               Annabelle tried to relax, tried to submit but each time her body started to adjust and untense he did something else to cause pain so she would stiffen up again. Unable to catch her breath she was starting to pass out, and he could feel her begin to lose consciousness. He loosened his grip on her breast and released her wrists letting her rest her hands on his shoulders and slowed down his vigorous assault inside her as he starred at her face waiting for her catch her breath and for the cloudiness in her eyes to subside before she blacked out completely. Once she regained her herself his hips started to thrust hard again, as he reached down and pulled her knees up opening her legs further so he could get deeper still.
             'Please, please' she mouthed as tears began to roll down her face hardly able to stand his attack but Caleb was only just getting started and they still had the entire night ahead of them.

To Be Continued . . . .
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