Three Years later

            “Father, can I have her, please?” Drusilla crawled on all fours to her sire. “She looks so tasty.”

            Smacking her lips she nuzzled his leg and purred.

            “No, Drusilla.” He pushed her off of him as he stood up.

            “But you could have taken her so many times.” Her soft whinny voice grated on Angelus’ nerves. He often regretted turning the unfortunate girl. “She is not as strong as the other.”

            “This…is…why… you… take… my…orders.” He punctuated each word with a kick to her ribs. “The youngest slayer is mine. I will take her when the time is right.”

            Dru rolled around on the stone floor moaning softly at her mistreatment. The Master had been obsessed with the young African slayer since she told him of her premonition.

            The pregnant slayer murdered before she gave birth to her child. Her watcher cutting the child from her womb but not before the child was infected with the cursed blood from the most powerful vampire. The First. Taken by the beauty of the child with golden eyes, who was born from her mother’s dead body, he made a deal with the watcher to protect the child and her sire would let him live.

            The First struck all evidence of the birth from the known mystical records. The watcher would train and protect the girl. That was before The First died at the hands of a slayer…after he killed her and the Kendra was called forth. She was called to the small town of Sunnydale.

            Once a strong and fierce fighter, she was growing weak. Her old watcher was dead. Murdered by Angelus himself.

There was no one left to perform the ritual and bring froth the most powerful being known to man and demon alike. The girl would die and her life giving blood would sour. Dru wanted her while she still held the power of The First.

            Angelus had searched the records. He had found something and wouldn’t share. He issued a protection order for the weakened slayer. The few demons that dared to disobey the order were soon found gutted, skinned, decapitated, and after they had had their respective genitalia stitched in their mouths.

            Dru wasn’t afraid she was her father’s favorite. She would end the slayer.

Kendra

Kendra stood in Giles kitchen listening to the banter around her. She was having troubled focusing.

“Kendra?” Buffy turned to her concerned. “Are you alright?”

When her friend didn’t respond she placed her hand on her head.

“Giles she’s burning up.”

Giles rushed over to his charge, since her watchers death Giles had taken over her training and guardianship; though the girl seemed to resent his assistance.

“Kendra?” He touched her face. The girl looked dazed. “Let’s get her to bed.”

Giles lifted her into his arms. He was surprised that the young girl seemed to weigh nothing.

“Buffy start some tea. Willow, get the flu medicine from the cabinet.” Carefully he began removing her shoes he tucked her in bed. Buffy would help her into her P.J.’s. “I’ll be right back.”

Her head was swimming as she drifted. The world disappeared and she floated away into nothingness.

“Kendra.” That voice.

The voice stroked her, urging her to come to him. She had resisted so many times but tonight she was so weak. Her resolve faded.

She threw off the covers, slipped her feet into her sandals. She went to the window and climbed onto the roof. She tried to take her first step but instead she collapsed, rolling along the slanted surface until she landed in strong, sure arms.

“There you are, my pet.” Dru held her tightly to her chest she giggled. Looking for interlopers Dru rushed to the grave yard where she lowered Kendra to the ground. “Daddy said I couldn’t have you but I can and I will, the angels said so.”

She danced in a circle around the girl. Evil watched from the shadows wondering how long it would be before the Master arrived. Would Angelus truly destroy his favorite?

“Dru?” She turned sharply to see Angelus leaning against a large grave stone. An evil smile settled on his handsome features making him deliciously sexy. “Who’s been a naughty girl?”

Casually he walked up to her. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pulled her into a passionate kiss just before he rammed a stake into her heart. Howls of mourning echoed the grave yard. Word spread quickly that the Master had killed his pet.

Kendra gasped and tried to move away but her body wouldn’t respond.

“Don’t worry little one I’m not going to hurt you…not yet.” Lifting her into his arms he strode to the waiting limo. Kendra tried to shake the evil out of her soul but she could feel Angelus fighting her for control.

Angelus loved his queen. He still remembered their fight her at the cemetery. Well, technically it was Angel who fought her but he could feel her power and strength. He couldn’t wait to taste her.

“Sleep little one.” Angelus pulled her close to him. Gently he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“No.” She tried to pull away from him.

“Yes,” He insisted.

“I know what you want, demon.”

“To rape you until you die? That’s a given.” He smiled at the thought of her screams filling the air.

“No you want the world to fear you.” She whispered trying again to focus. “This world does not know you. You hide in the shadows killing the weak. You have no power.”

Angelus glared at her.

“I know of the prophecy. I know you will need to take me willingly.” She tried to push away from him.

“Or I could just break you. It’s always more fun that way.” He laughed at her weak attempts to escape his embrace.

“I know something about you. I know what you fear.” He said. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse. He began stroking her breast, pinching and squeezing them until tears formed in her eyes. He smiled because behind the fear he saw passion. “What did your watcher say little Kendra?”

He stared at her with cruel eyes. She closed hers to block out his image.

Angelus pulled her so her breasts were pressed against his masculine chest. He nibbled her ear. Laughing he felt her shudder.

“Let me remember. If you feel pleasure then it is not rape.” He ran his hand down her curvaceous body, stopping to pinch her bottom. He wrapped his hand into her sex, pressing hard against her. He ground his palm into that private space until he heard her groan. “You like that don’t you?”

Grabbing a hand full of her braids he forced her head back.

“I’m going to make you beg for it.” Angelus took her hand and rubbed it against his erection. “Something happens to a vampire when he is turned, sweet one.” With his mind he forced her to stroke him. “We get bigger, thicker, and we can last forever. I’m going to fuck you til you bleed and you’re going to beg for it.”

He grinned down at her frightened face.

“Little Kendra, nineteen and never been kissed. My father would have loved you to have been my bride. Well, except for the whole black thing.” He kissed her without passion. She would know her place. She was nothing. “I loved the slave girls. Their pussies were always so tight. When I fucked them…it was like they never wanted me to stop, even when they begged me to. ‘Please, please master, no more’.” He mocked. “How could I stop? Every time I pulled out those fat pussies would suck me back in.”

“You are a fool, Angelus.” His hand slipped up her body to her throat. Slowly he began applying pressure until her eyes bulged and she gasped for air.

“You are a vessel for my seed. I will control the world little one and you are going to help me. And then…I’m going to rape you to death.” He kissed her hard. “But not yet. You’ll need your energy. Rest.”

He waved his hand over her eyes and watched as they closed.

His big hand moved back down her body to cup her sex again. He unbuttoned her pants. His hand slipped in…he began to stroke her. Angelus smiled as she tried to bury herself into his body. Did she know how sensual she was?

Maybe it was her innocence that excited him.

She moaned softly. She wanted him.

Angelus could smell the heat rising from her body.

He forgot she was feeling the need. She craved blood, a gift from her father.

She was so human with a touch of demon.

Using his sharp fangs he opened a vein in his wrist. He put it to her mouth and let her drink deeply. His body tightened as her warm lips wrapped around his wound. He had to force her from him.

“Easy baby.” He stroked her cheek. His hand trailed down her throat. He resisted the urge to squeeze the life out of his beloved. It was instinctual for Angelus; the urge to destroy what he loved was at times overwhelming and he did love her.

He watched her for over a year; stalking her every move.

He wondered if Giles knew his charge danced the ballet when she was hunting. Had he ever seen her graceful movements when she killed his kind? It was poetic. Did he know about the wicked Celtic tat that traveled from her breast, wrapped around her stomach and ended on the curve of her butt?

When the blonde went to the mall with her friends Kendra trained. She read Shakespeare. Angelus had watched her prance around naked in front of her mirror like teenage girls do.

She drew pictures of the landscape after dark. Once when she was attacked by some stinking beast Angelus took her drawing tablet.

There were pictures of all her little friends, even Angel. Then there was the one of him, Angelus, sitting at his father’s table with Darla straddled his lap. You could see the bodies of his family in the background. He would need to ask her about it. No one but he and Darla knew what had taken place that night.

Yes, he wanted more than just her body he wanted to break her spirit and make her beg for him. He hadn’t felt this kind of need since his William.

Angelus bit his lip until it bled. He hated her. He hated the feels she awoke in him. He had a solution to her hold over him. He would do what he does best. He would torture her. He would drive her mad and after the child was born he would kill her…but not tonight.

Instead he ran his hand down to her breast and squeezed. She moaned and pushed against him. He felt himself growing harder.

He slipped from under her body and moved to her feet. Adjusting her, he began removing her clothes. Angelus ripped her underwear from her and buried his face in her essence.

            She tasted like the swamp that she came from. He moaned into her as he licked and sucked her. Her silent demon seduced him.

Whimper. He could smell fear.

            He looked up at her. Seeing she was still under his spell. He went back to his task. She tasted so good. Damn, he wanted to drain her. He was getting impossibly hard.

            Whimper.

            “Damn, bitch, could you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to get my girl off here.”  He threw Kendra’s sandal at the offending woman who crouched in the far corner of the limo. She shrieked.

            Angelus was ready to drain her when he decided on a better way to use the woman. Faster than she could blink he was on her.

            “I want to play a game. I’m going to finish her and you’re going to finish me. If you so much as graze my cock your pretty little girl will die a very slow, very painful death. Are we clear?” She looked over at the young woman huddled next to her and nodded.

            “Good.”  He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off allowing his massive erection to dance in the air. He resumed his position and began fingering Kendra. She bucked and moaned against his hand.

            Instinctively she pulled his head back to her core.

            Angelus hissed when he felt the frightened woman’s mouth on him. She was good. He loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. Well any mouth felt good to him. Her fright caused a vibration against him. Maybe it was the fear that rolled off of her. Fear made everything better.

            Wetting his thumb he pushed it into Kendra’s opening. Too bad Spike wasn’t here they could fill all three of her holes.

            “Harder bitch,” He grunted as he began matching the rhythm of his thumb and tongue. Annoyed that the woman couldn’t keep pace he flipped her over so her arms were pinned beneath his knees and her head was twisted at an odd angle.

            Angelus began pumping in and out of her mouth sliding his cock further down her throat. She gagged at the brutal invasion. She struggled against him as he raped her throat. He continued to bring the incoherent Kendra to orgasm as he released himself into the still woman’s mouth.

“Whoa, that’s how it’s done!!” Catching his breath he looked down at his unseeing master piece.

“Frank, we have a disposal.” He said pressing the intercom button. Catching sight of the weeping twenty year old he smiled. “Make that disposal’s…and we’ll need more snacks.”

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Frank smiled when he heard the muffled sound of the young girl’s screams. His Master was in top form.

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Frank’s family had worked for Angelus or Angel for nearly two centuries. Angelus was a proficient killer although disposing of his carcasses was getting increasingly difficult. Angel made few demands but he drank that disgusting pig’s blood.

Frank was glad to be on this side of the Master. He and his family were safe from his wrath.

The girl. The girl was a mystery. Frank had trailed her for months for the Master. In the beginning neither Master nor Drusilla would have gotten near her but that was before the amulet and the spell wore off. Now she was poised to be the mother of all evil.

He wondered if his Master would kill her when her task was complete.