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Eviscerate Me, My Love	By : jsu1660n Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 8793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.’
Part VI. – EPILOGUE
Spike and Drusilla took care to give Angelus space when he returned to the mansion before sunrise carrying the Slayer’s bloody body only covered by his leather duster. But then again, she was not the Slayer. Not anymore. The minions had already gathered most of Buffy’s gifts and they were waiting for two more.
Drusilla squealed in childlike excitement. “Daddy, is there anything I can do?”
Angelus smirked at his childe’s eagerness. “Yes, princess, find some dresses. Pretty ones.”
“Okay.”
“And Spike, make sure we’re not disturbed.”
“Of course.”
Spike knew this would happen. Drusilla had already warned him, but he was still amazed that his sire had contained his fury long enough to get it done. It seemed as though the heart of black ice had finally thawed.
Angelus carried her to his bedroom. He could already feel and see the changes in her. Her skin would be cold to a human’s touch, but it felt warm to him. It wasn’t the same scorching heat as it was when she was alive, but still warm. Her hair was longer. It fell past her shoulders and touched the sides of her breasts. He carefully placed her on the bed and went to his bathroom.
Angelus drew a bath for her filled with the scent of vanilla and strawberries. He gathered all of the necessary toiletries and positioned the mesh rack above the water so that he could groom her properly. He returned to the bedroom. Buffy looked as though she were only sleeping. He picked her up again, telling himself that he didn’t enjoy how good she felt nestled in his arms. He lowered Buffy onto the rack and set to work washing away the dried blood from her body. He winced slightly when he had to wash away his fluids and her blood from between her thighs. Angelus never regretted a single thing he had done in his existence, but for some reason, he almost felt…remorseful for what he had done to her before the change. He wanted to believe that it was because they were properly mated now. His eyes flickered to the unnaturally pale bite mark on her neck. No one would ever doubt that she was his.
Angelus shook his head as if to clear away the memories of violating his mate as she screamed for him to stop. He would work it out later. Once the blood was washed away and her hair smelled of vanilla, Angelus carefully shaved all of Buffy’s unwanted body hair. She was smooth and completely bare by the time he had finished. He wrapped her in a towel and carried her back out to his bed. He dabbed her dry and dressed her in a red and black corset bodice with a built in bra, stockings and garters, and black laced boy short panties, all the while admiring the changes in her body. Her curves were more pronounced and breasts were fuller. She looked more like a woman rather than a transitioning teen.
With Buffy partially dressed, Angelus took a quick shower. He knew Drusilla would be knocking at his door soon with potential dresses. Dressed in his third favorite silk shirt and leather pants, Angelus watched over Buffy almost to the point of hovering. It was strange. He had always felt protective over his childer, but nothing like this. Then again, Buffy was much more than his childe now. He wondered how she would adapt to the change. There had never been a Slayer turned until now. He imagined that another Slayer had already been Called, and the other one, Kendra, was probably on her way to Sunnydale.
Angelus sensed Drusilla outside of his door before she knocked. “Come in, Dru.”
She opened the door and had five dress bags draped over her arm. “I found dresses, Daddy.”
“Good, let’s see.” He unzipped each bag and stood back to consider them. “This one,” he said, picking the white long-sleeved knee length dress with a see-through overlay and a low-cut bodice.
“I knew you would like this one, Daddy.” She moved the other dresses off the bed and watched Angelus slip the dress over Buffy’s head. “The stars tell me that Mummy will awake when the last of her purity has departed.”
If Angelus had not been so distracted with watching over Buffy, he might have realized what she was saying. “Thank you, Dru. Give Mummy and me some time alone,” he said, distractedly.
When she left, Angelus resumed his vigil by the side of the bed. The dress fit her perfectly. It would be beautiful stained in blood, he thought shuddering in anticipation. There was only one thing out of place. Angelus pulled Buffy’s ring off her finger. He liked the idea of her wearing what his people considered a wedding band, but the ring was Angel’s. The last bit of him that she desperately clung to. Angelus wanted her to wear his ring. He had already replaced his own Claddagh ring with the mate to the one he planned to give her. He originally decided to wait until she awoke, but he was anxious to give it to her. He slipped the new ring on and admired it on her finger. It was gold, 10 karats. There were diamonds in the crown and a pink one in the center of the heart.
Suddenly, Angelus felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain was similar to when the gypsies shoved his wretched soul back into him. But he knew that was not the case. His eyes tinged yellow for a moment and a white ball of light with a golden glow left his chest. The ball of light hovered, almost as if waiting. Angelus looked to his mate and held her hand as her back arched and the same ball of light left her chest. It floated towards the other ball. They seemed to circle each other playfully before floating away out of sight.
The pain was gone and for the first time in over a century, Angelus knew only himself was left inside. Angel was gone, and from the looks of it, Buffy’s soul had gone with him.
“Now no one can ever keep us apart, Buff,” he whispered. He reached out to touch her face when her hand, as quick as a flash caught his. “Buff?”
Her face shifted and she bore the most adorable ridges. She opened her eyes and they were more golden than yellow with hazel in the pupils. She sat up slowly and as hauntingly as a fledgling rising from the grave, seeming not to notice Angelus at her side or the fact that she was still holding his hand. Only when he laced his fingers through hers did she turn to him. “Angelus?”
His signature-seducing smirk graced his lips. “Welcome to the undead, lover,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “How do you feel?”
“I feel…alive,” she breathed, wearing a smirk that stood to rival his own. “And hungry.”
Her breath caught as he gave her his best heartbreaking smile. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that. But I should probably warn you about Dru first…”
What would have been awkward for humans, but completely manageable for vampires, Angelus led Buffy down the stairs, his hand covering her eyes so that she was unable to peek at her gifts.
Drusilla, who had been sitting on Spike’s lap, hopped up and met them at the base of the stairs. “Mummy’s awake,” she clapped.
Buffy pulled Angelus hand from over her eyes, needing only a moment to recover from being addressed in such a way. Yes, Angelus warned her before they left his room, but it was still shocking to hear. “Yes, I am awake, dear. Angelus tells me that you are responsible for finding this dress for me.”
“Do you like it, Mummy?” she asked with large eyes and a voice as soft as a child’s.
“I love it, thank you, precious,” she said, hugging her.
Spike and Angelus watched their mates interactions with awe. Spike half-expected Buffy’s dislike of Drusilla from her Slayer days to have carried over into this life. Angelus thought Buffy would have noticed his scent on Drusilla and would immediately attack her in fit of fledgling anger and jealousy. They were both pleasantly mistaken.
“Buffy and I are going to go see her gifts,” Angelus said, covering her eyes again. He led her to the cellar, knowing that his childer would not pass up the chance of watching their “mother’s” first feeding. “Surprise, lover. Hope you enjoy them.”
Buffy could taste the fear in the air before he uncovered her eyes. Her eyes lit up as she spied the six cages. The occupants were trembling, bruised and battered. She licked her lips, a feral grin spreading as her face shifted. “Oh, Angelus, these are the best gifts I have ever gotten.”
“Anything for you, lover,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Oh, god,” Xander whispered. “He did it.”
“He turned her,” Willow sniffled.
The captives were horrified. This girl before them was nothing at all like the Buffy they knew. She was a monster, just like her lover and had the body of a woman twice her age. They crooned to each other affectionately, only to be interrupted by one of the braver, if not more foolish captives.
“This is insanity! I order you people to release me at once!”
The four vampires gave a collective groan. “The bloody ponce kept up a racket all night,” Spike complained.
“I still can’t believe you took Snyder,” she laughed.
“Well, I remember you complaining about his prejudice against you. And the troll is a major dick, so it all works out.”
Buffy reluctantly released her lover and approached the principal’s cage. “Poor little Snyder,” she taunted. “You’re not so tough sitting inside your little cage now, are you?”
Snyder glared at her, still not comprehending the level of danger he was in. “Summers,” he spat. “You have done it now. *These are the moments you want to savor,” he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as a look of bliss appeared on his face. “You wish time would stop so that you could live them over and over again. You’re expelled,” he said smugly.
Angelus and Spike snorted as the other captives shook their heads over the man’s stupidity. “Is that so?” Buffy said. He opened his mouth to respond, and when he did, Buffy shoved her hand inside and ripped his tongue out. Blood spurted on her dress and over the floor as the captives screamed. “You always did talk too much.” She dropped the useless appendage onto the floor with a wet slap and sauntered over to Angelus. “Thank you,” she whispered. They started to kiss, ignorant of their gaping audience. Buffy couldn’t believe how good she felt. Every sensation and desire felt multiplied and immediate. Thirst, lust, excitement, anger, it was all-consuming and she had no conscience filtering what was right and wrong, moral and immoral.
“Buffy?” her mother whispered, interrupting them.
Angelus released Buffy. He stood beside his childer, eager to watch his mate in action again.
“My, my, my,” she said, sauntering over to Joyce’s cage. “How the mighty have fallen.”
“What’s happened to you?” she choked.
She laughed and Angelus eyes glazed over from the mesmerizing sound. “I think it’s obvious.” Her eyes lingered on her mother’s frightened face a moment longer before settling on her father’s. “How did you ever manage to find him, love?” she said to Angelus.
“I have connections,” he bragged. “He was actually holed up in his lover’s apartment, who I might add was not that much older than you.”
“And they call us animals. You know I don’t see why you two didn’t see together. You both are the same. When things don’t go as you want them to, you cut your losses and run. What a pair you make.”
“Buffy, please, let us go. I know this isn’t you!” Joyce pleaded.
“I realize that in respect to the mind numbing terror you’re feeling that it may have slipped your notice that this is me.” She turned away from Joyce, dismissing her as though she were no longer there. She moved down the line of the cages, her gaze lingering back and forth between Willow and Xander who were in between Joyce and a shell-shocked Cordelia. “Willow, Xander, who would have thought that the famed Scooby Gang would end in digested blood and mutilated bodies.”
Willow started to sob and Xander tried to comfort her through the bars while glaring at Buffy. “Buffy, he-he killed Oz!”
Buffy glanced over her shoulder. “You did?”
“The werewolf would have tracked us until he took his last breath,” he shrugged. “I just sped up the process.”
“Okay, I’ve decided who I want first,” she paused, letting the anticipation build among her new family and victims. “I’ll take Daddy Dearest.”
Hank Summers gasped and moved towards the back of the cage. Not that it did any good. Angelus opened the cage, grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him into Buffy’s waiting arms. He begged and continued to remind her that he was her father, but in the end, his pleadings were ignored.
Angelus watched his mate tear into her father’s throat. He couldn’t help but to find the way her lips wrapped around the bite sensual. She would growl whenever he fidgeted too much. Surprisingly, she didn’t make the same greedy slurping sounds fledges made during their first years of life. She was perfect in every way. Spike caught him making mooneyes at Buffy and coughed to hide his laugh.
Buffy dropped her father’s lifeless body to her feet and Angelus ordered one of his minions to remove it. “How was he?”
“He was like those generic hotdogs. You know the ones that promise you 100 percent beef, but you know there’s some chicken in there somewhere? But all in all, hearing his heart stop was immensely satisfying.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her face shift back to normal. “I had a thought.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, I think we should enjoy my gifts as a family. William, Drusilla, with the exception of Joyce and Xander, you are welcome to pick from the lovely selections before you.”
The five remaining captives were horrified. None were foolish enough to believe they would ever leave the cellar with their lives intact, but if Buffy’s behavior with Hank was any indication, they assumed their deaths would be quick. But with Spike and Drusilla added to the mix, their chances of being tortured mercilessly before death increased exponentially.
The family of four savored the flavor of fear in the air before Spike spoke. “What do you think, pet? Which of these three little dishes would you like?”
“The Little Flower,” Drusilla said, her eyes fixed on Willow. “The stars tell me her screams will sound like music.”
Angelus opened Willow’s cage, dragged the screaming and begging girl out by her hair, and gave her to his childe.
“No, please! Not her! Take me, please, Buffy make them take me!”
“Sorry, Xander, but the choice has been made. Enjoy yourselves,” she said as Drusilla threw Willow over her shoulder.
“No! Let her go you crazy bitch!”
Buffy appeared before Xander’s cage, reaching her hand through. She grabbed him by his throat and pressed his face against the bars. “You know, Xander, I was going to wait until later tonight before I killed you, but your disrespectful tongue has pissed me off for the last time. Baby?” she said to Angelus.
“Yes, lover?”
“I don’t want his blood inside me. I’d rather watch it stain the walls.”
Angelus purred in pleasure from the vicious lilt to his mate’s voice. “Then allow me.” He opened the cage and dragged the struggling boy towards the metal table in the other room. He strapped in his hands and feet while Buffy tore off his clothes. “There. Are you comfortable, Xander?” Angelus asked, tightening the restraints.
“Nice and cozy…Soulless Dead Boy,” he spat.
“Oh, Xander. You never really were smart, were you?” Buffy said, carefully perusing Angelus collection of torture weapons. Angelus slipped her his favorite dagger. She tested it in her hand, getting the feel for it.
“Now, lover, you can’t blame the child for being stupid where you are concerned,” Angelus said stroking her hip. “And that’s what it all comes down to, doesn’t it, boy? Every night you thrust into Cordelia, you close your eyes and pretend it’s her, don’t you? *It must just eat you up that I got there first, doesn’t it?”
“First, only, and last,” she whispered, standing by his side.
“You don’t deserve her!” he declared.
“And you do?” Angelus growled.
“Now, love, let’s not lower ourselves to argue with a boy who is about to become Sushi.” To emphasize her point, Buffy lowered the tip of the dagger’s blade to Xander’s chest. She dragged it down his right pectoral gazing at the blood rushing to the surface. Xander breathed harshly as she split his nipple, but refused to scream. “I thought that you would have understood by now, Xander,” she said, pressing the blade deeper, never once faltering in her slicing. “Even if Angel had not come into my life it would have never been you. He is everything to me.” She moved the blade in a swift sideways arch slicing off his left nipple as he groaned, biting his tongue to keep from screaming. “Everything.”
“Buffy, you don’t want this!” he tried to reason with her. “He killed Giles and Ms. Calendar.”
“Actually, he turned Ms. Calendar and she killed Giles.” Xander’s eyes stretched widely, and for once, he had nothing to say. “And then I killed her. See? It all worked out!” she smiled happily as though she were not slicing away at the skin of his chest.
Angelus stood back in awe. His mate wielded his dagger to her former friend without any hesitation. He could smell her arousal and he felt his own body reacting in response to hers.
“If memory serves me, Xander, I believe you told me that now that I’ve been with Angelus, you would rather cut it off then touch me with it. That is what you said, right?”
The boy’s pale skin grew whiter as he swallowed nervously. “Buffy…please. I’m sorry for everything I said to you. Please don’t do this.”
“Oh, I forgive you, Xander. It was the heat of the moment, emotions were high, and none of it mattered because everything that was said and done led to me being with the only man I will ever love forever,” she confessed, stealing a glance at her demonic lover. “And I should tell you that this might disturb you, love.”
Angelus recovered with an indulgent smirk. “Not to worry, lover. There is a reason they call me the Scourge of Europe. Nothing you do will shock, horrify or traumatize me…but you’re more than welcome to try.”
Buffy dragged the dagger down Xander’s stomach, splitting his belly button in two. She paused when she scented his falling tears. “Save those tears, soldier. You’re really going to need them in a few moments.” She ignored his begging and took his flaccid cock in her cool hand. She stroked it a few times, amazed that even in his pain and imminent death, he could still become aroused. Men. “Left or right?” she said to herself, trying to decide which side would be best to start cutting. “Right.” She pressed the dagger against the side of his still aroused cock and started sawing through his soft skin. Blood dripped and squirted onto her dress and Xander opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs. At the sound of his screams, everyone in the mansion stopped in whatever they were doing and shuddered, some in fear and dread, others in excitement and anticipation. Buffy maintained her steady sawing, determined to prolong her former friend’s suffering for as long as she could. She glanced over at Angelus whose eyes had turned yellow as he had trouble keeping his fangs retracted at the arousing sight of his mate torturing the boy he had wanted to kill for months. “You still with me, Xander?” she said, her eyes flickering to his face. She was a little more than halfway through and his screams had decreased into strangled sobs.
“You look parched, lover.” Angelus said, resisting the urge to shove her against the wall and fuck her senseless. The boy’s blood stained her dress and had splattered onto her hair and face. “Might I interest you in one of your gifts?”
“Cordy, I think.”
“No…” Xander whispered.
Angelus disappeared into the other room. Buffy could hear the cage being opened and Cordelia fighting aimlessly against him. He pulled her into the room by her hair. Buffy clutched the dagger in her hand, glaring at the brunette.
“You always wanted him, didn’t you, Cordy? You wanted Angel because he was the one guy you couldn’t have. Not that that would have deterred you.” Buffy couldn’t explain it, but she felt an unnatural sense of hostility towards the shallow girl who trembled fearfully in Angelus arms. It was almost as if in another life, she could see Cordelia and Angel away from Sunnydale. Together. In love. The thought made her physically ill, enraged, and terrified. “Even now, if he didn’t make his disgust of you so obvious, you still would have tried to take him, wouldn’t you? Unfortunately for you, you get to live out one of your greatest fears – dying where no one will remember you.” She ripped the screaming girl from Angelus arms and bit into her neck, careful to make the bite as painful as she could. With Cordelia drained, Buffy returned to her work. She no longer enjoyed causing Xander pain. In one quick swish of her wrist, she sliced off Xander’s cock and watched it fall off the table. He was dead moments later.
“Buff?” Angelus called, tilting his head in question to her sudden change in mood.
“I think you should kill Joyce. She never really liked you.”
“Okay…”
“The minions can have Snyder. His spite would probably give me heartburn anyway.”
She waited for him to finish off a screaming Joyce and then took his hand as they went back to his room. He helped her out of her bloody dress and lingerie. They stepped into the shower facing each other.
He placed his hand underneath her chin so that he could see into her eyes. “What went wrong down there?”
“You’re mine,” she said with wide, glistening eyes.
“And you’re telling me this because…?” he prompted.
“I know you have been with a lot of women, Angelus. I know Drusilla was one of them. Your scent still lingers on her. And I also know that you are bound to attract even more women. How could you not?” she said, stroking his beautiful face. “It worries me that now that you’ve changed me, whatever it was that made me your obsession won’t be enough to keep you from discarding me down the line.”
Angelus eyebrows seemed to disappear into his hairline. “What?”
“I’m sorry. You’re my sire. I have no right to want to claim you. It’s just…the demon in me is screaming to rip, torture and kill any female you might be interested in. And that thing with Cordy, even for all of her fear and hatred, I could still sense her desire for you and it made me crazy. I just –”
Angelus pressed his finger against her lips effectively silencing her. “Buff, you are truly making me wish that we could access mirrors.”
“What do you mean?”
“First, have you bothered to pay attention to what’s on your hand?”
“My hand…?” she glanced down at her left ring finger. Her old Claddagh ring was gone and replaced by another. She saw the male version on Angelus finger. “I thought…”
“You thought that I was only obsessed with you because it was a way to punish the soul for what the two of you had together? Well, you were partially right. It sickened me that even when I was the dominant mind I could still feel everything he felt for you. That you were the basis of my every waking thought. You even managed to haunt me in my dreams. I didn’t change you on a whim or because I wanted to torture you for all eternity. I changed you because for the first time in over two hundred years, I found someone that contents me in soul, man, and demon.” He took her hand and placed it over the mark on her neck. “This means that you are my mate. My wife. No one else has ever worn my mark, Buff, and no one else ever will.”
“And you love me?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Even after…?”
Angelus stared into her wide, unblinking hazel eyes. “What I did to you, when I hurt you, all I could hear was you calling for the soul. If your stake had hit its mark, then the last thing I would have heard was you crying out for Angel. Not for me. By then I had already accepted you as mine for eternity. To hear you reject me so easily…I wanted to hurt you as badly as you hurt me.” Tears fell from her eyes and for the first time and possibly the last, Angelus did not feel pleasure in his mate’s pain. “But now I know that I could never do that to you again. I won’t.”
They washed each other and it was as if all of the anger, pain, and betrayal of the past had washed away as well. Angelus carried his mate to their bed. He turned off the lights and their shadows danced from the flickering flames of the fireplace. They made love that night. Slow and gentle. No words were spoken. Even Willow’s echoing screams from Spike and Drusilla’s bedroom were taken as beautiful music to enhance the mood. Soft, panting breaths filled the room as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Love, trust, and devotion silently vowed between them.
He held her tightly in his arms, nuzzling the mark on her neck. “I love you, Angelus,” she whispered to him. She was almost asleep when she heard him whisper the words back.
~…*…~
Buffy slipped her knee high stockings up her legs and hooked the garter belts to her panties. She slipped on her black silk halter-top and tied it in the back, still wishing she could use a mirror. She put on her cream leather miniskirt, adjusting it as he zipped up the back. “I was beginning to think you were going to spend the entire night watching me dress.”
“The thought did cross my mind.”
She zipped up her black leather over the knee stiletto boots. “How do I look?” she said with a slow twirl.
“Good enough to eat,” he said, wagging his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes unable to hide her smile. “Again? We were supposed to be out of here three hours ago.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But the minions did get everything we asked for.”
“Giles Watcher Diaries?”
“Check.”
“His weapons?”
“Check.”
“Good. Now we just have to stop by my old house and we’re good to go. Did Drusilla pack all of her dolls?”
Angelus rolled his eyes ruefully and shrugged on his duster. She sounded every bit as a concerned parent. “You know she did.”
“How’s William?” she said as Spike was finally able to leave his wheelchair. It seems that Willow’s blood did the trick.
“Better. He can’t do too much running yet, but he can walk well enough. After all, you did pull a church on top of him.”
Buffy shrugged as she finished making their bed. “Well, he did have it coming. Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, I think you could use some time away from the Hellmouth. Besides, you former sister Slayer is on her way. While I wouldn’t mind repaying her for when she locked Angel up and tried to force us to get a suntan, it will be nice not to have someone trying to kill us for a while.”
Angelus and Buffy went to her old house. With Joyce being dead, there was no true owner so they were able to enter uninhibited. In her bedroom, Buffy packed most of her clothes, ignoring those that Angelus told her to leave behind. He packed all of her books from Merrick and a few of her weapons. “Are you almost ready?”
“Yeah…almost.”
He noticed the distracted tone of her voice and looked to see what was wrong. She held Mr. Gordo between her hands staring at Angel’s cross and necklace that dangled from its hook.
“Do you miss him?” surprisingly his tone bore no jealousy or anger only curiosity.
“A little. I still have all of my memories of him, but I know that if he had come back and you didn’t turn me, we could never be together. We would have perfect happiness whenever we made love and I know Angel would never have risked you coming back.”
“You think he would have left you.”
“He wouldn’t have had any other choice.”
“Do you want to take it with you – the cross I mean?” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“No. I think it’s just fine where it is.”
Angelus kissed the top of her head and led her from the house. Spike and Drusilla were taking their own car. They would set up shop in LA and would meet them later.
“So a real wedding and a honeymoon in Ireland?” she smiled, petting Mr. Gordo.
“You always wanted to see where I was born. Now seems as good a time as any,” he answered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And I promise we can split the Father after the ceremony.”
Buffy watched as they passed the NOW LEAVING SUNNYDALE come back soon! sign. She leaned over, laying her head on top of Angelus thigh. The best thing about being undead was that there was no monotony. You constantly wondered what would happen next and where you would find your next great adventure. But Buffy knew that no matter what happened or where they ended up, she would always be by Angelus side. Her sire. Her mate. Her husband. She closed her eyes with the feeling of his fingers in her hair. Nothing short of the final death would keep them apart.

*Quotes taken from Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 2, Killed By Death episode.
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